Author's Note

I don't know where I'm going to go with this, but some of you wanted a second chapter so I guess here it is .-.

"Her"

You sat up against the bathroom wall, cock in your hands as you licked it clean from the semen that covered it. You purr lightly as you do so, loving the taste of your cock. It was long enough you could easily suck on the head without bending over, nestled against your cum soaked chest between your breasts.

"That was fun" you chuckle softly as you bob your head up and down your length.

You've had your orgasm, but you felt you weren't finished sucking your newly improved stallion hood. As if it knew your thoughts, your cock remained at full mast for enjoyment.

"Guess I should clean up?" you ask nobody. "My fur is all sticky anyway..."

You stand up, giving your tail a few wags as you opened a cupboard and pull out a clean towel.

As you contentedly to suck up and down your length, you begin to wipe down the mess you've made. The sound of your own semen sloshing in your big, bulging belly puts a smile on your face as well as the taste of your own cock on your tongue.

"Heh. I'm suddenly Rainbow Dash and just had sex with myself."

"Jesus, fuck, my dick tastes good!" you moan as your ears flatten against your mane as you bob your head further down your shaft.

You allow yourself to purr as you began to wipe up your rather large mess. Luckily for you, you were concentrating mostly on sucking so much, that you failed to actually see how big of a miss you made. During your fun, your spurts of cum splattered on to the walls and floor, some getting on the ceiling even, but the majority of it was soaked into your fur.

You lap lightly as the blobs of pre escaping your flared head, wrapping your tongue around your shaft. Your purring sent slight vibrations through your cock and into your churning testicles.

Once you finished cleaning, you contemplate if you should shower and get dressed or remain naked and covered in a mess of spunk. The latter seemed more interesting. but you had things that needed doing, such as paying your overdue rent and getting groceries. You stand in front of the mirror, smiling into your magenta irises. Your cock remained fully erect still, trapped between your breasts and the head inches away from your chin. Little globs of pre ran down the sides and began to pool between your large breasts.

You watch with a small smirk as your cum-cano floods your chest with sperm until it finally overflows, streaming down your body.

"That can wait until later," you smile some more and you turn to leave the bathroom, swaying your tail with pride.

You head to the kitchen and you open up the stained, white refrigerator to see what could be consumed. You take the head of your cock in your mouth, sucking lightly in thought as you scan the shelves.

"That meatloaf is old"

"Nachos sound good but I'm out of hot sauce..."

"No milk."

"No eggs."

"FUCK IT!" you slam the door, spilling the pool of cum from between your breasts. "I'll go shopping!"

You cleaned up the bit of cum you spilled first, before going to gather clothes from your room to change into after your shower. Once inside, you let off a soft sigh as the heated water runs over your body. You began purring again, eyes closed as you rubbed your breasts with a slight blush. Your cock had finally gone limp, back down to a mere six inches, dangling between your legs.

After a little while of groping your breasts, you began to clean yourself off, thoroughly washing the cum from your sticky fur, mane and tail. Although you enjoyed being covered in your own spunk, there were things that needed doing. You decide you'll get even messier next time as you wring out your mane and tail. After hugging it of course.

As you finish your shower, there was a knock on the door.

"Fuck, who could that be?"

"JUST A MINUTE!!" you called out as you rushed to get your clothes on, including a bra you happened to find.

You prepared your clothes before your shower and quickly moved your wings through the slits in the bad of your bright red, T-shirt and your tail through the hole in your cargo shorts.

The knocking came again as you grab a brush from the sink drawer.

"HOLD ON, I'M COMING!!"

Annoyed, you rush over to the door while brushing your mane. You undo the bolt lock but leave the chain on and you open the door as much as said chain will allow. You grumble as you see who it is.

She had short auburn hair, red lipstick that reminded you of some horror movie from how red it was. She was wearing tight jeans and a white tank top that left her mid riff exposed. If her hair were blonde she'd look like Miley Cyrus. She stood there with this annoyed look on her face, gazing up at the ceiling with her arms crossed as if she were trying to pretend you weren't there.

"Brandon, just open up." she said, her voice laced with venom.

"What do you want?" you asked flatly, undoing the chain and pulling the door open.

When she finally sees you, she pauses.

"Seriously!?" she snapped moments later. "It's enough you want to fuck them, but wearing costumes!?" she shakes her head at you. "You disgust me."

You raise a brow at her. "What makes you think I'm wearing a costume?" you give a flick of your tail to prove your point. "You came here for something, I don't know what, but if you're going to harass me, you can just leave." you stand in the door way.

She rolls her eyes. "Of all people, you just had to find yourself a way to turn into one. Wow. But, I'm here because I'm looking for my phone, freak." she pushes past you then she stops a smells the air. "God! It smells like sex in here!"

You couldn't help but chuckle at that. "Yeah, auto fellatio's fun." you look at your fingernails.

"What the fuck is that!?" she pulls the cushions off of your couches, pulls open drawers and such as she frantically searched. You simply leaned against the island in the kitchen, watching.

"Something you can't do, Brittany," you tease with a smirk.

She stops and turns to you. "Bullshit, I can do anything!"

"Bingo."

Without turning your head up, you raise an eyebrow at her. "You telling me you got a dick between your legs?"

"What the fuck? No!"

"Then you can't do it." you shrug with a flick of your tail.

"Just tell me what it is, you prick!" she glares at you and continues her search.

You look up at her. "It's when you suck your own dick."

Again she stops searching for a moment. "Don't even tell me..."

"If you saw how big it is you'd beg me to take you back." You smile down at the lump in your shorts that indicated where your member currently lay. "Did you not notice this?" you rub your stomach.

"Oh, shut the fuck UP!" she yells with an irritated growl afterwards.

While she's facing the other way, you sit on the stool by the island and you pull out your member which is quickly gaining in length and letting out small globs of pre. You purr as you take your head in your mouth, bending over enough to get the head into your throat as it reaches twelve inches. You close your eyes as they roll into your head while your cock continued to grow longer and snaking down your throat. You bob your head up and down your pulsating, sixteen inch shaft, thick as your arm which shot semen down into your already filled stomach.

After a few bobs, you lift your head up, a thick rope of cum going from the head of your cock to your chin and you see Brittany gaping at you with her jaw dropped. You smirk as you grab the phone of the counter behind you and dial in some numbers.

"I'll call U-Haul to bring your stuff back."

You lick your lips, jacking yourself off as your cock continued to gush out its sperm.

"It's so big..." you hear her mumble.

"No shit it's big," you laugh, stroking your two foot member just as a shot of cum splatters onto Brittany's cheek, six feet across the room.