The annoying flashing of the digital alarm clock wouldn’t let me get to sleep. The green bars and dots -informing me that it was, currently, 12:37 AM- were much too bright, and that incessant flashing made it even more difficult to sleep. I’d tried all my usual tricks: turning away from the source of light, covering my eyes with a pillow, putting something in front of the clock to dim the light, but nothing worked.
Maybe it wasn’t the light that was bothering me. Maybe, if I was totally honest with myself, if was the anxiety. The pressure that rested on my shoulders. I felt like Atlas, cursed to bear an impossible burden.
Ah.. perhaps I should back up a bit. My name is Freddie Marston. I’m twenty-two years old, a senior at the University of Nebraska, and the starting quarterback for the Cornhuskers. Today’s date is January 9th, 2024, 12:42 AM, and tomorrow afternoon, at 5:30 PM Pacific time, I’ll be leading my team against the Missouri Tigers, an old rival of my school, in the College Football Playoff National Championship. In a little more than a day and a half, all the hopes of my school and the Big Red Nation, the fans of the Cornhuskers, will rest on my shoulders.
I mean, sure, you could say ‘football is a team sport’ and ‘one player doesn’t decide the outcome of the whole game’ but to be perfectly honest with you, that’s not true at all. Yes, each of my teammates would be feeling the same pressure I do, but I’m the captain, the quarterback, the leader. I’m the one who’ll be calling audibles and making adjustments, I’ll be the one who decides who to pass the ball to, and I’m the one who’ll take the majority of the blame for turnovers and failed drives. The position of quarterback is a double-edged sword. In victory, we take the lion’s share of the glory, and in defeat, we shoulder most of the blame and scrutiny.
The alarm clock blinked its numbers at me again. 12:53 AM. I sigh to myself. There’s no way I’m going to be able to sleep any time soon.
‘C’mon, Freddie,’ I thought to myself, ‘you gotta think of something besides football. Keep your mind off of the game, dammit!’
I pulled back the blankets and stood up from the bed. I brushed my long brown hair from out of my eyes and walked towards the sliding glass doors, slid back the heavy curtains, opened the door, and stepped out into the cool nighttime air of Pasadena, California. I looked out at the yellow city lights from the 14th floor of the hotel the staff had us staying at, and with the weather as clear as it was, I could see for what seemed like miles.
I could just barely make out the dim shape of the Rose Bowl Stadium, where the game is going to be held. I shivered slightly, and tried to tell myself that it was just because of the chilly breeze. Still, at least here I could walk out on a balcony in a tank top and boxers. At home, with the temperature hovering around 0, there’s no way I’d be able to do that without bundling up.
‘100,000 people are gonna be watching you play,’ I thought to myself, my eyes lingering on the stadium. That thought brought to the surface all of my worries, all of the pressure, all of the fear.
Slightly panicked, I slipped back through the balcony door and firmly closed it behind me. ‘I’ve got to get out of here,’ I told myself. Spying yesterday’s discarded clothing on the floor, I hurriedly dressed myself in the plain blue jeans and white tee-shirt, slipped into my sneakers, grabbed my phone, wallet, and room key, and stepped out into the hallway. I wasn’t even sure where I was going, but I followed my feet to the elevator, pressed the call button, and waited for the shiny brass doors to open.
It almost felt like I was in a dream. I had that fuzzy feeling in my head, that thin veneer of surrealism, suppressing the storm of emotions and taking control of my feet, leaving me with no option but to follow them wherever they took me.
“Ground Floor,” the automated voice said, snapping me out of my daze. I stared, uncomprehendingly, into the familiar hallway that lead to the front lobby, the dining hall where breakfast would be served in six hours or so, and to… to…
‘The bar,’ I thought. A little grin slowly spread across my face. I could get a… well, let's call it a nightcap. Something to help me sleep. Not enough to get me drunk or leave me with a hangover, I’ve got responsibilities in the morning after all, but a little something wouldn’t hurt.
The elevator doors started to close while I stood there like an idiot, so I reached out and stopped them from fully closing. Maybe it was a bad idea, and maybe I should just let the doors close and go back to my room, but… well, lack of sleep would do more harm than a beer or two. Or so I told myself, anyway.
I stepped out and turned down the hallway, heading for the room the hotel graciously called the cocktail lounge. It wasn’t a long walk, and this late… or technically early in the morning, there probably wouldn’t be many people there, especially on a Wednesday.
I pushed open the doors into the dimly lit room, passing by the well cared for red leather booths and mahogany tables and went right for the bar. The whole place was deserted, except for the bartender and a mare.
The mare had an ivory white coat, shining brightly even in the dim light, broken only by a sort of tattoo near her rump, depicting a sun with a smiling face, beaming down on a small hill. Her mane was long, pink, and slightly curly, with her long tail done to match. She sat on a barstool, hind legs dangling down and fore legs propped against the bar itself. A golden glow lit the horn on her head that I only just then noticed, and the fruity-looking cocktail glowed the same color and lifted itself up to her mouth. Her dainty muzzle, so much shorter than a real horse’s, gripped the curly straw as she took a sizable gulp.
I really couldn’t help but stare. I mean, this was the first time I’d ever seen an Equestrian in person. Sure, I’d read the news articles online about the visit by that one Equestrian… ah, Princess Twilight Sparkle, I remember the name now. Some kind of magical accident had brought her here to Earth a few years ago. Last year, a stable two-way portal was built somewhere over on the East Coast, Baltimore, I think, or maybe Boston. Something that started with a ‘b’.
Anyway, full on diplomatic contact was established, and two months ago, Princess Celestia, the head of the Equestrian government, had given a public speech at the United Nations. It was all over the news channels; the Princess was touring the United States and would be touring several other countries in the next six months to help foster diplomatic relations. They, the United Nations and Equestria, were planning on opening the borders, so to speak, for public travel. Tourism, work permits, the whole nine yards. Perhaps even immigration.
‘What in the world is a pony doing here?’ I asked myself. The ponies couldn’t be interested in football, could they? Then I remembered. The President was a Mizzou fan and would be attending the game. Dammit. That probably meant that the pony Princess would be there too. As if I didn’t already have enough to worry about.
“Can I get you something to drink, sir?”
The bartender’s voice derailed my train of thought. Thank God.
“Yeah,” I told him as I took a seat a few stools down from the pony. “Captain and Coke, make it a double.”
He nodded and set to making my drink. I looked at the various posters and neon signs above the bar, trying studiously not to stare at the pony a few seats down. Being the starting quarterback at a major university brought a lot of attention, so I knew how awkward it was to go somewhere and get stared at incessantly. The only ponies on Earth at the moment were the Princess and her various diplomats and attendants, so they were probably stared at all the time. I figured that the polite thing to do was to ignore her. With the way she seemed to be nursing her drink, she probably wasn’t too keen on social interaction at the moment.
“Anything else I can getcha?” the barkeep asked as he placed the dark, lightly fizzing drink in front of me.
I paused for a moment. The beginning of an idea took root in my mind, a bad idea to be honest, but with as tired as I was, I couldn’t fight it. Not really, anyway.
“Just keep ‘em coming, and put all of the lady’s drinks on my tab, will ya?” I said, waving vaguely at the white coated mare.
“Sure thing,” he said, and went back to wiping a glass.
I took a long pull from my drink, and sighed in contentment. The sweet, bubbly coke went well with the light burn and sour-sweet taste of the spiced rum. It was one of my favorite drinks, aside from a good wheat lager.
“You didn’t have to do that, you know,” a voice popped up from beside me. The mare had turned in her barstool, her cheek resting on the fetlock of one foreleg, propped up against the bar. Her cheeks, I noticed with a hint of satisfaction, were lightly blushing. “I’ve got some… um… dollars? Yes, dollars. I can pay for my own drinks.”
“I’m sure you can,” I replied, keeping my voice low in the near-silence of the room, “but that doesn’t mean that you have to.”
“I really wouldn’t want to impose-” she began.
“It’s no imposition,” I interrupted her, grinning slightly. “Really! Besides, what good is a good will tour if you aren’t shown any hospitality in return?”
She hesitated for a moment. “Well, if you insist, I graciously accept,” she grinned back and flicked her mane out of her eyes with a quick head motion.
A few minutes passed in companionable silence, broken only by her ordering another one of her fruity drinks from the bartender, and the clink of ice in my glass as I sipped. I could already feel myself beginning to relax, though I wasn’t feeling all that tired at the moment. I only hoped I was able to get enough rest before we had to pile into the bus to get over to the stadium. What time were we supposed to meet in the lobby? Shit, I don’t remember. I’ll have to check my itinerary back in my room.
“Sunbeam.”
“Hmm?” I turned to look at the mare who had just spoken. She smiled a little, amusement dancing in her eyes.
“My name is Sunbeam.”
“It’s nice to meet you,” I said and reached across the empty barstools. She held out one hoof and I gently shook it. “I’m Fredrick Marston, but you can call me Freddie.”
“A pleasure,” she demurred before taking another sip.
“So, what is it that you do? Your occupation, I mean,” she asked with a hint of genuine curiosity.
“I’m a student at the University of Nebraska,” I replied.
“Neighbraskah…” her brows furrowed. “That is a long way from here, closer to the center of your country, correct?”
I nodded, grinning in amusement. I wonder if she could figure it out without me telling her?
“I believe that University classes should be back in session after the winter breaks, assuming that your schedule resembles the Equestrian educational calendar…”
“Yep. Classes started back up last Thursday.”
“Well, the fact that you are here and not in Neighbraskah means that you are not attending your classes.” She frowned. “Unless you are simply skipping, you are here in Caulifornia for a reason.”
“Wouldn’t skip classes without a good reason,” I assured her.
“Hmm… Isn’t your University’s hoofball team playing here tomorrow?”
"Yup. Biggest College Football game of the year, the National Championship," I replied.
“I should certainly hope that your university does not allow students to simply skip classes to attend a game… so, in that case, that would make you one of the athletes on your hoofball team, correct?”
“Yes, though we call it football.” I held up a shoe-covered foot. “No hooves, see?”
I was glad that my little joke had made her giggled, and I grinned at her.
“Perhaps I should wish you luck for your match tomorrow?”
“Thanks! Could always use a little luck,” I winked with a grin. She giggled, and if anything, her blush slightly darkened.
“So, what do you do?” I asked her once her giggling had abated.
“Oh, me? Well… I’m an administrator in Princess Celestia’s diplomatic envoy. I handle paperwork, help with itineraries, advise the Princess, and generally help wherever needed.”
“That sounds exciting. Paper, planning, and politics,” I said, injecting as much sarcastic boredom as I could into the statement. Sunbeam snorted lightly and gave me a sardonic smile.
“You have no idea,” she began, “just how tedious my job can really be.”
“Yup. No idea at all,” I grinned at her. “Boredom and paperwork are complete unknowns to a scholar such as myself.”
She laughed. “Oh, I’m sure.”
“Still, I sympathise with you,” I said as sincerely as possible. “With how you looked when I got here, your job can’t be easy.”
“It’s really not,” she sighed. “It’s a lot of hard work, with almost no time off, and the constant politicking and subtle insults are just so… so…” she waved a hoof around as if she were trying to snatch the right word out of thin air.
“Aggravating?” I supplied.
“And frustrating,” she said as she nodded at me. “Still… it pays well…”
“You know, my dad always told me, ‘better to be broke and happy than wealthy and miserable,’”
“Wise words,” she said with a sad smile. “Still, it’s not like I can just walk away from my job.”
“Oh?” I said with a hint of a challenge. “Why’s that?”
“Well, for one, there’s nopony to replace me,” she said, folding down one ear much in the same way a person would fold down a finger when making a verbal list. “Two, the few who might be able to replace me aren’t ready for such responsibility yet, and three, I’m damn good at what I do.”
“All very very good points, but is all of that really worth your happiness?”
“Yes.” Her answer was short and emphatic. Well, if she was so sure that she was absolutely needed in her current line of work, who was I to try to convince her otherwise?
“Ok. But… perhaps you should take a vacation every once in awhile. Stress makes it difficult to excel, you know.” I grinned. “It’s why I’m drinking rum and coke at 2AM when I should be sleeping.”
“A vacation…” she mused, a faraway look in her eyes.
“Yup. You know, a break? A sabbatical? A temporary shirking of responsibility in favor of self-interests? Hell, even just a wild night out, have fun while it lasts, and get back to the grind come morning.” I chuckled. “Whatever it takes to relieve some stress, you know?”
“Oh, I could never… I wouldn’t… I mean, there are certain standards that come with my position…”
“Sure, every position has standards. The key is realizing that those standards only apply when on the job. When you take time for yourself, the only standards you should hold yourself to are your own, you know?”
“My own standards, huh?” she mumbled as she stared into the bottom of her fruity drink, as if searching for answers there. She must not have found any, because she polished off the last of it in one big gulp.
“Business is business. Pleasure is pleasure. Too much of one or the other, and things will fall apart, so just find a middle point that's right for you, and do your best to leave your work at work.”
“You’re surprisingly wise for one so young,” she said with a small laugh. She eyed the two empty glasses sitting in front of me, and said “well, perhaps not that wise…”
“Old enough to know better, young enough not to care.”
We laughed at that. Her’s was a gentle laugh, a sharing of light amusement rather than a belly laugh. I turned back to the bar and surreptitiously looked at her reflection in the mirror. Maybe it was just the alcohol talking, but these Equestrians weren’t so alien. I mean, they had two eyes, a nose, and a mouth. Besides, being quadrupeds had some positives, namely showing off the… well, I think they called them flanks? Either way, I was always more of an ass man, and this mare… well, despite being Equestrian and technically alien, she was at least a mammal. All the important bits were there, and in a shapely enough package that I could say with certainty that I wasn’t repulsed by them physically.
Or maybe it's the fact that I’ve been single for a little more than a year now and too busy with football and school to get any action. Yes, I know all about the stereotypes about football players and how promiscuous they are. Well, not all people, football players or not, are the same. Last year I’d just won the starting position at the same time as I had started getting into the important classes for my engineering degree. The ‘hard’ classes, like physics and the like. I’ll admit that a combination of being preoccupied by football and school and feeling too much pressure to justify taking the time to date around had led to me being (unfortunately) celibate.
Still, the conclusion I reached is that I could see myself sleeping with a pony. I suppose that’s not so much different from coming to the conclusion that I was bi back in highschool, so it’s not like I should be surprised that my sexual preferences were a bit… broader than was typical. ‘Well, if I’m going to go there, I’d better turn up the charm.’
“So, are you married?” I asked her.
“Ah, no. I’ve always been too busy with my career, I’m afraid,” she responded with a sideways smile.
“That’s too bad, you seem like a lovely wo- uh, mare. Maybe a fiancee or a boyfriend?”
“No, no romantic entanglements on my end, I’m afraid.”
“Well, I’m sure you’d have your pick should you go looking. A beautiful, intelligent, and funny mare like yourself would have them lining up down the block and around the corner, I’m sure,” I said with a grin and a wink.
She chuckled even as she took another sip from her nearly empty drink. “And if such a line were to exist, would you find yourself standing in it?”
Without hesitation and as smoothly as I could manage through my light buzz, I replied “For a chance to spend some time with you, I sure would.”
She giggled and blushed lightly as she finished off her drink. The bartender smoothly placed a fresh drink in front of her.
“Well, you’re not so bad yourself,” she complimented me, her voice getting a little lower, more like a blues singer. It was dark and warm and sent shivers down my spine. “You’re pretty intelligent yourself, surprisingly wise for one so young, and you obviously keep yourself in excellent shape.”
I couldn’t help but blush a bit in return even as I chuckled. “My dear, flattery will get you everywhere,” I said with a smile.
“And where would that be,” she coquettishly asked me.
“Well, you could come up to my room with me and find out…”
“I thought you’d never ask,” she said even as her blush deepened.
I used my card to close out my tab, ignoring the way the bartender shot sideways looks at me. Oh well, wasn’t my problem. This mare more than qualified as a person to me, so I had nothing to be ashamed of. If he wanted to be a judgemental prick, it was no skin off my back.
Maybe it was the alcohol or maybe it was just the anticipation, but the only thing I really remembered about the trip back to my room was how relatively short she was compared to me. I mean, I’m 6’2, so I’m a bit on the taller side anyway, but Sunbeam’s shoulder was only about halfway up my thighs, if not closer to my knees.
Anyway, I had barely gotten the door to my room closed behind me when Sunbeam reared up, put her forehooves on my shoulders and kissed me. Even as I leaned into it, I couldn’t help but notice that her short muzzle didn’t make things as difficult as I’d thought it might, and that her lips still tasted of mango and pineapple.
When she moaned into the kiss and began probing at my mouth with her tongue, I put my hands on her sides to help stabilize her as I began matching her passion with my own. Her coat was soft, the individual hairs incredibly fine and smooth, like the fur on a young kitten. I couldn’t help but to rub my hands up and down her sides and along her back. She, in turn, pulled me closer, putting her chest up against mine and letting one of her hooves rub against the hair on the back of my head.
After a minute or two, I couldn’t be sure, she began taking tentative steps backwards, pulling me further into the room. Soon enough, her hind legs bumped against the bed. Panting slightly, she pulled back out of the kiss. Her blush had taken over most of her face by this point, and I couldn’t help but wonder how ponies blushed through a coat of fur.
“Are you sure about this?” she asked me carefully.
“Absolutely,” i replied even as I leaned in for another kiss. A hoof on my mouth stopped me.
“This’ll be the first sexual encounter between a human and a pony,” she continued. “There’s likely to be some kind of stigma involved,”
“Put a positive spin on it,” I replied, “the bold hero going forth and bringing our species closer together.”
“What if we’re not sexually compatible?” she asked, looking slightly worried.
“I’m definitely attracted to you,” I replied, gesturing towards my now uncomfortably tight pants, “and I’m pretty sure your species is mammalian. That means, you’ve got all the right bits in the right places, unless our definitions of mammals are drastically different.”
“No, they’re the same. I mean, what about… y’know, shape?”
“Only one way to find out,” I replied with a wink, “unless… you’re having second thoughts?”
She paused for a moment. Without completely separating from me, she pulled back and gave me a once over, her gaze lingering for a moment on my crotch.
“No… no, if you’re willing…” she trailed off.
Instead of answering verbally, I leaned in to kiss her again. She didn’t pull away this time, and our tongues danced the age old dance of lovers everywhere. Again, she leaned back, but this time, she pulled me with her. Our tongues still entwined, she fell back onto the bed and pulled me down on top of her.
Her hind legs wrapped around my waist even as I ground my crotch into hers, drawing delicious sounding moans from her throat. Her forelegs wrapped around my neck and tightened almost painfully, drawing me deeper into our kiss.
I eventually separated from her mouth and trailed kisses along her neck, gently nibbling here and there even as she softly moaned to the otherwise empty room. My hands hadn’t been idle, either, exploring her sides and back as much as I could, and even now, I wrapped one hand in her pink mane, gently stroking the back of her neck even as my other hand slid along her flank to gently cup her rear.
“Freddie,” she moaned at me.
“Hmm?”
“Are you gonna take your clothes off or are you gonna buck me fully clothed?” she panted out.
I grinned and gave her a sharper nip on her neck, drawing a half yelp and a half moan from her. I pulled back onto my knees and quickly shed my shirt. She chuckled throatily and ran one of her hooves over my abs and pecs appreciatively. I quickly unbuttoned and unzipped my jeans and slipped out of them and my boxers one leg at a time.
She blinked once or twice as my erection sprung out, already dripping a bit of pre. With a sexy coo, her exploring hoof drifted down to fondle my heavy (but well groomed) balls and slowly feel her way along my shaft, before settling on my crown to make small circles around the head of my dick.
Now, I’m not the kind of guy to brag about my length (you know the rule, any time a guy says how many inches he’s got, always subtract 2 and you’re closer to the truth) but I’m on the larger side of average. Meaning, I’m large enough to be a treat, but not so large as to cause a girl pain.
“Hmm, not so different after all,” Sunbeam commented with a smirk.
“See, mammals,” I replied a little breathlessly.
“Well, I hope you know how to use it…” she suggested with a wink.
“Then lay back and let me show you how it’s done,” I flirted.
She giggled a bit and lay back, gently pushing my cock to her glistening folds. I began rubbing my throbbing cock along her swollen lips, spreading her leaking wetness along my shaft with a hand even as I carefully examined what I was seeing. Truth be told, it wasn’t so different from a human woman’s pussy, save for perhaps having slightly larger lips. That is, until her spread opening revealed a disturbing lack of a clitoris. ‘Hope that’s not gonna be a problem’ I thought.
Still, I let my crown drift down to her opening and slowly began to push into her. As my crown slipped into her pussy, Sunbeam took a deep breath through her nose and let it out as a needy sounding whine with a slight warbling that faintly sounded like a whinny. I chuckled a bit at the reminder that my bed partner wasn’t human.
I pushed about half my way in before withdrawing slightly and leaning forward to capture her lips with my own once more. Sunbeam took advantage of this new chest to chest position to wrap all four legs around me and pull me close while angling her hips up enough to pull the rest of me inside her. When our hips met, she let out a pleased moan through her nose, and I couldn’t help but feel a bit of pride.
Still, I didn’t let my hands stay idle as I slowly began thrusting into her. I explored every part of her that I could reach, even reaching between our bodies to tweak her nipples (which were down by my abs instead of up by my chest like I was used to, but hey, I’m nothing if not adaptable). The combination of increasingly firm thrusts, exploring hands, and intense kissing were causing Sunbeam to pant faster. Her hips began to rock with mine as she used her hind legs, snugly wrapped around my waist, to lever herself up into my downward thrusts.
Suddenly, she broke the kiss, leaned her head back into the pillow and cried out “Freddie… oh, Freddie, I’m almost… almost there! More! More, please!”
I leaned in close to her and growled out “As you wish.”
I moved my hands to her rear and firmly gripped her generous rear end, using the leverage to push my cock as deeply into her as I could, even as I increased the speed and force of my thrusts.
“Oh.. oh Faust yes! Yes! Just like that, I’m gonna- gonna… ooooohhhhh!” she cried out. Her pussy tightened around me, flexing and rippling in a way no human woman could, trying to milk my cock even as she shuddered in my arms and moaned her pleasure to the ceiling. I leaned up and nibbled gently at her ear, which seemed to only intensify her orgasm.
After a few moments, her orgasm started to subside, so I moved my hands up her sweaty sides to wrap around her withers and slowed my thrusting down to a gentle rocking, just enough to keep me hard. I wasn’t entirely sure if Equestrians were the same way, but human women were supremely sensitive just after orgasm, and overstimulation could be painful for them.
Sunbeam panted into the crook of my neck, riding out the occasional aftershocks that ran through her. I once more ran kisses and nibbles along her sweat soaked neck, enjoying the feel of her forehooves rubbing my back.
Once her breath was back under control a bit, she rolled her hips a bit and said, with a bit of surprise “You’re still…?”
I softly chuckled into her ear. “You’ll find that the one thing us humans have going for us is our excellent… hmm, endurance.”
I punctuated my statement with a single harder, deeper thrust. She gasped slightly and pressed her chin against my shoulder as her hind legs pulled her hips up and into me.
“Well… I guess you really do know how to use it,” she said, breathlessly.
“Mmhmm. You still up for more?” I asked as I ground my hips against hers.
“Ooo, Tartarus yes!” she moaned.
Putting aside the question of what the hell Tartarus was, I drew her back into a kiss, this time being a bit more aggressive and forceful. From the way she moaned, she appreciated it.
My cock throbbed deep inside her even as I began picking up the pace, going more for force than for speed. I thrust deeply inside of her rippling pussy, pounding her flanks deeply into the thankfully soft mattress. Once more, she rose to the occasion, gripping my shoulders and waist with her legs, kissing me back with greater abandon, and rocking herself up into my oncoming thrusts.
“Buck!” she exclaimed, breaking away from my mouth. “Bucking Tartarus, you’re so bucking good at this!”
I chuckled even as I pulled back, sitting on my heels, grabbing her firmly around her waist, and changing the angle at which my cock thrust into her. Instead of pushing down into her, I began pushing up. With a human woman, this angle would be hitting her G-spot, and from the gasp and shuddering moan she let out, I’d say I was doing something right.
The exertion started to get to me a bit. By this point, I was almost as sweaty as she was, and her legs were having a harder time keeping a tight grip on me. My breathing had picked up a bit, but not terribly badly. It wasn’t like I was running sprints like in practice.
Still, I picked up the pace, shifting away from forceful thrusts to shorter, quicker jabs, scraping the head of my cock against the top of her pussy, rubbing against that spot that was bringing Sunbeam so much pleasure.
I must have been doing something right because she started panting hard once more. Her pussy tightened around me once more, and she gasped deeply and let out a long, drawn out moan. She tightened almost painfully around my cock and, to my great surprise, squirted. Her juices splashed against my hips and abs even as she wildly rocked her hips more in time with the squeezing of her pussy. Even though the pleasure was quickly building for me, I quickly adjusted my thrusting to match the natural movements as her long, drawn out, squirting orgasm rocked her whole body.
Her moaning shifted to a high pitch squeal and her forelegs gripped edges of the pillow and pulled it against the sides of her head. Once more, her pussy began rippling along my cock and tightened around my head. Even as I fought to both prolong her orgasm while preventing my own, I knew it was a losing battle. Still, I managed to keep hers going and stave my own off for almost another minute.
With the pressure quickly reaching critical mass, I leaned forwards, wrapped my arms around her shoulders, and captured her lips once more in a searing kiss. Her forelegs snapped up around my neck and she squeezed tightly, even as she pushed her muzzle so hard against my mouth I was sure my lips got bruised.
Finally, I could take no more. One last long, tight clenching around my cock and the dam burst. I groaned into Sunbeam’s mouth as I pushed deeply into her and let loose. Primal instincts temporarily took over and I thrust deeply and powerfully into her, letting a burst go with each sharp jerk of my hips. Sunbeam moaned back at me even as her needy hips pushed up at me and her pussy clenched tightly around me, milking every last drop out of my swollen balls.
I’m not gonna lie, I saw stars. Which was a bit of a first for me. There was just something about the texture and the rippling pattern of this mare’s pussy that just seemed to heighten and prolong my orgasm. It was… well, thinking back, I can only call it breathtaking. The way I panted certainly lent credence to my description.
Slowly, our mutual orgasms faded, my hips slowed and came to rest solidly against hers, and her pussy tightened around me, as if it didn’t want my cock to leave. The passion of our duelling tongue faded a bit to gentle probing and caressing. Her tongue explored my canines, and a shiver of pleasure ran from her neck down to her pussy. I could feel it as it travelled through her because I was laying fully along her body, chest to chest, hip to hip.
I’m not sure how long we lay like that, just gently kissing and caressing each other, but eventually she broke the kiss and rested her chin on my shoulder once more.
“That was… wow…” she said with a kind of breathless disbelief.
I chuckled. “I take it you approve?”
“Buck yes!”
We both laughed gently, enjoying the mutual contact and the closeness that only comes from a lover just after sex. Gently, I levered myself up and slowly pulled my softening cock from her. Her pussy tightened, not spilling a drop of my cum even though her mons was swollen and dripping in juices.
I slid myself to the side and lay down next to her. Sunbeam smiled at me, kissed me surprisingly gently on my cheek, turned away, and scooted back so that her flanks pressed against my thighs and her withers against my shoulders. I threaded my arm under her neck and lay the other across her waist.
It was… amazingly comfortable. Her fur was like a fine felt or satin, smooth against my skin. Her every curve fit against my body like a puzzle piece. Her hind leg gently rubbed against my shin while my hand gently rubbed circles on her belly just above her teats. We lapsed into a comfortable silence, just enjoying the other’s presence.
“Well,” Sunbeam said, breaking the comfortable silence, “I’d say ponies and humans are definitely compatible.”
“I’d say so. Score one for interdimensional relations, hmm?”
She giggled at my little joke. “If these are the kind of relations ponies can expect from humans, I can say for certain that our two species will soon be fast friends.”
“Friends with benefits,” I chuckled “and what great benefits they are.”
We laughed together.
“So, I’ve got a bit of a question,” I said.
“Hmm?”
“How is it that you know English well enough to swear in it during sex?”
“Oh, that!” she giggled a bit. “It’s a translation spell. I speak English like a native for as long as the spell lasts. It shouldn’t wear off until sometime around sunrise, and besides, I can cast it on myself if it does run out.”
“Spell? Like, magic?”
“Yes, like magic. That is, we ponies have the ability to manipulate a fundamental force to change reality, so long as an appropriate spell formula is followed. Otherwise, the spell just fizzles and the magic disperses back into the environment.”
“Wait, so, Earth has magic too?”
“Yes. Not quite as strong or as concentrated as it is back in Equestria, but it's here. As best as my s… my friend Twilight Sparkle was able to tell, no creatures on Earth are able to interact with it in any way, but it does indeed exist. Apparently, it’s related to but distinct from something called the Higgs mechanism.”
“Oh. Yeah, if it is related to the Higgs force, it’s definitely a fundamental force. I’ll bet the physicists at the LHC are excited to try and find a Magic Boson,” I said with a bit of a chuckle.
“Oh yes, joint experiments in physics and magic were one of the major cooperation projects that are in the works,” she said excitedly, before blushing a bit. “Erm, I’d appreciate it if you didn’t spread that around until after it’s announced. It’s supposed to be a secret.”
“Spread what around?” I asked rhetorically.
“The joint experiments,” she said, even as she twisted her head around to look at me.
“No,” I chuckled a bit, “It’s a rhetorical response. It’s implying that I’ve already forgotten about something, and if I’d forgotten, I wouldn’t be able to let it slip.”
“Oh. Yes, well, good.”
We chuckled together for a bit, and as the humor faded away, a comfortable silence settled back in. We cuddled for a bit, just enjoying each other’s company once more, and I’m not entirely sure how long it was, but the evaporating sweat eventually got uncomfortable enough that I eventually pulled the blanket over our entwined bodies.
Not long after that, Sunbeam sighed a bit. “I should probably get going. I have a meeting over brunch.”
“You don’t have to go if you don’t want to. I’ve got a walkthrough at 10, and the whole team has to get on the bus and leave by 9, so I’d have to be up by 8 or so to get ready. If you have an early day, it won’t bother me.”
She hesitated a bit. “Are you sure?”
“You’re welcome to do whatever you’re more comfortable with. I’d appreciate it if you did stay, but I won’t be upset if you feel the need to leave.”
“Well… if you’re sure?”
“I am.”
“Then, I’d like to stay, at least until morning.”
“I’d be happy to keep you company through the rest of the night,” I replied, cuddling into her a bit more. She happily pressed back against me. After that, it was a small matter of setting the alarm clock for 8am, resting my head against the pillow, and drifting off to sleep.
Despite it only being about 5 hours or so of sleep, it was the best sleep I’d had in a very long time.
