Author's Note

Forgive me if I wrote something wrong and it doesn't make sense I'm working on another story while doing this also I was using my i-pad. Coming up a pony works with anvils but dies in a strange way. Then Princess Celestia really loves cake and that may be a problem.

Brown Sugar

Date: July 13, 2012
Location: Ponyville, Brown Sugar's House

You know Ponyville is a great place. Except when heat season comes. Every single stallion is hiding and every mare is looking for a stallion to have sex to get rid of the burning sensation they have. Some mares were furiously stroking their hoofs against their vulvas. Moans were escaping mares mouths with each quiver of their sex, gradually becoming louder and louder.

“Oh, Oohhh, OOOHH!” Who's that screaming? Well, it's Daisy, as she reaches her orgasm. Rubbing herself. Her fluids erupted from her exposed nethers, coating her legs and the alley floor she was in. The scent of her sex became heavy in the air with the rest of the sex in the air.

Heat season is in full swing. One mare however, is different and is walking through the streets like a simple day. Meet Brown Sugar. She already had sex about five times already. My word. She sure has a lot of stamina. Brown Sugar was a sex blogger. First, she would bone. Then she would blog. Her sex blog was called Under The Covers. She just had sex with Thunderlane. Now she is typing about it.

He was soft so if you're looking for one that is soft. You should go with Thunderlane. His length I would say...Average.

Now does anypony know stuff about sex blogging? Well, we got a pony that many of you may know. Blossomforth. She knows a lot about sex blogging.

"Sex blogging has probably been around as long as blogging has been around. We rate stallions on duration, sexual attractiveness, and of course size. You can compare your partners to desserts. Like one stallion may be like banana cream pie which is nice and sweet and some mares want that every day. One could be like a lemon meringue pie which is bittersweet and some mares want that too. It's not just for mares. Some stallions blog about mares. I've gotten blogged about how flexible I am."

Thanks, Blossomforth. Brown Sugar was about to get it on with Feather Bangs a stallion that just moved here to Ponyville. Man her sixth stallion today. However, before they started they were going to take something called quaaludes. What is that well we have a pony that wants to remain anonymous that knows what that is.

"Quaaludes are a pill that is a muscle relaxant that is legal and doesn't hurt you. If you use it right. It's usually called leg spreaders because mares don't show themselves. Being a mare myself I don't present myself but then when I take it I don't know what comes over me but I just have to present myself. It's an amazing feeling not to mention it helps the orgasm and stamina of the mare and stallion it's a win-win."

Thank you. You know you sound like Rari- eh it doesn't matter. Anyways as they took the quaaludes the pill took its effect. Brown Sugar was wanting to present herself and was getting wet while Feather Bangs was getting hard and was ready.

Feather Bangs decided he would pleasure her as she pleasured him. Feather Bangs went up to her and put his member right close to her face and he was looking at her teats. Brown Sugar gasps in surprise, gazing up at the length resting on the tip of her nose. She smiles coyly, gently licking the flat head, letting her breath brush over it as she moves along it.

Feather's pride twitches mightily. After he gathers himself, he focuses on the two perky mounds right in front of him. He sticks out his tongue and swirls it on and around her nipples.

She squeals in pleasure, her back arching, pushing her chest against his. Not to be outdone, she tilts her head back and pushes herself even further on his pride, shallowly bobbing along it as her tongue continues to lick as much of it as possible.

He shivers, the vibrations going all the way down to his length to add to the pulses already going through it with each beat of his heart. Deciding to try and ignore her increasingly pleasurable actions, he instead locks his lips around one of the teats and gives it a suck.

She cries out in bliss, her mouth relinquishing its hold on him as she does so. She moans quietly, wrapping her forelegs around his hips and pulling him closer, tenderly kissing and nuzzling his length and the orbs right behind it, having a little difficulty breathing from the tremors going through her body.

He sucks on the teat another moment before letting it go with a lick. Of course, he's not giving her a break, he switches to the other one.

She pauses her ministrations, cooing softly. "Oh fuck yes!!!" She nips the inside of his thigh before stretching slightly, pulling just the underside of his base into her mouth and sucking gently, putting a hoof up to hold his pouch away from her horn, just to be careful.

He grunts as his thighs squeeze in reflexive movement. Meanwhile, he continues focusing on her teats, sucking on one then the other in repetitive motions.

Brown Sugar whimpers, finding it harder and harder to focus on giving him pleasure, so lost she is in the bliss she's receiving. She doesn't want to disappoint him, though. Forcing herself to work through the haze. She quickly licks the flare of his pride, teasingly tracing around the head as her hooves roll and massage his orbs.

The clenching of his muscles all around and in his orbs and length shows her his appreciation. He actually comes up panting from his work on her teats as he looks back at her. "I see... you're getting... creative... want me to start working on the main event down here?"

"Yes!!!" Brown Sugar shouts and goes back to work.

Feather also goes right to work. He leans down and delivers a kiss to her flower. He licks his lips afterwards.

She whines, her hindlegs pushing her hips up, attempting to press her slit back against those soft lips. She pants softly, her breath caressing his wet pride as she tenderly kisses and strokes it, her tail flicking anxiously underneath her.

He squirms as she continues making noises, his length twitching with every sound she makes. As her hips rise, he smiles as he delivers a feather-light kiss to the nub at the top of her treasure.

She cries out in pleasure, her legs trembling as she tries to keep herself up. She moves more frantically over his shaft, feeling her climax approaching and wanting him to have his first. She holds the feeling back as best as she can. Feather Bangs is now about to reach his orgasm now. He can't hold and he is the first to cum right in Brown Sugar's mouth. As Brown Sugar gushes in his mouth. They both let out a sigh on bliss.

A few hours later Brown Sugar is blogging about it. However, she feels a bit weird. She doesn't let it get to her so she decides to do her mane with her curling iron. She feels her legs giving out.

"Agh whats wrong with me. You know what who cares" She said smiling a little woozy.

She began to lose vision and then

*Plop!! Szzzzzz!!*

She falls and something is sizzling. She fell and the curling iron was right on her neck. How did this happen? Rari- I mean the anonymous pony can tell us.

"You shouldn't use Quaaludes more than three times a day. You will be fine after a couple of times you do that but for an extended time, you use more then three you will pass out and also it can mess up your sex life permanently."

This was bad however, the thing more important then Brown Sugar's sex life was the curling iron on her neck sizzling and burning the skin right off.

the next day another stallion came to have some fun. He saw her on the ground and when he flipped her over he saw Brown Sugar was to burnt out. Literally.

"Oh, Shit!!! I'm out of here!!!" He shouts running off.

Hey, Nurse Redheart tell us the diagnosis of this death.

"When she passed out she was in a state of anesthesia. She passed out and fell on a hot curling iron. She fried her neck where there was so much destruction of the tissue that air could not get into her lungs and she suffocated. She was dead."

Brown Sugar was sexually addicted and loved to blog. However, she overdid it so many times. That the sex god said she had enough and it was time for her to go. To all you mares out there pleasure yourselves. Or you'll end up like Brown Sugar...Oh well, thanks for your death...Right on our list.

Way To Die #51: Sexuality...Actually Fatality