"That's implying you could ever compete with a stallion."
You turn towards the mare, eyes wide in surprise. You expected her to just blush and change the subject, as usual... That's it, you spent too much time with them. They're evolving. Soon, they'll have porn mags, then movies, then they'll invent the internet and then half the stallions will dream of futa cocks.
"What the fuck, Twiggle?!" You can't let her win just like that.
"What?" She simply looks at you in surprise, not of your tone but that you somehow found another stupid nickname.
"What?! Why would you say something like that?!"
It doesn't take her a second to analyse your reaction, a big smirk replacing her neutral expression. That's it, after months and months of daily teasing and bullying, she finally found a weak point, a crack in your shell.
"Well, it's simple maths really, using your height and weight as a base to my calculus, the size of your feet and hands and the fact that you're a biped, I can easily deduce that your penis is much too small to please a mare, and your sexual stamina should be close to a minotaur's or a diamond dog's." She states, smugly. If your pride wasn't on the line, you'd tease her on the fact that she knows this kind of stuff.
"Whu-wha..." You need to say something, quick. "You don't know that! How the hell could you know that?!" But she could. Knowing her, she might be true. Minotaurs are huge, and you never really saw a stallion's dong to compare.
She thinks she already won, you can see it on her face. "Well, like I said, I can simply use your body proportions and the fact that you are a biped to estimate the range of-"
"No!" She blinks when you interrupt her. But her smirk comes back when she sees that you have nothing else to add.
"Listen, Anon... I really didn't expect you to be so sensitive about this subject, and I hope that you learned an important lesson today, and I want to add that there's nothing wrong with having a... smaller than avera-"
"My dick is totally above average!" You blurt it out without thinking. Again.
She sighs, her head falling down in disappointment. Then it hits her. She opens her eyes, she blinks, and then it's back. That evil smirk.
"Show me."
"What?" You blink. You must've misheard it.
"Just show it to me. That's the easiest way to prove it. And I'll be able to record some data about your species' reproductive organs.. That's a great idea!" Her smirk turns joyful while saying this last sentence.
You knew booksmart was a dork. She loves studying, reading, taking notes, anything that you could associate wearing glasses with. But this, this is surprising, to say the least. But you can't just show her your dick! Oh! You're a genius!
Your turn to smirk. "No way! You just want to see my junk! No way I'm letting you do th-"
"Chicken."
Your smirk instantly disappears. "What-"
"You're a chicken." She just stands there, smirking, calling you, yes you, a chicken!
"Oh no you didn't!" Ire fills your veins and you can already feel the adrenaline start flowing. "You didn't call me-"
"Chicken!"
"Okay you won, it is so fucking on!" The adrenaline takes control of your brain for a moment, "I'll show you who's a chicken!" and you drop your pants and boxers to your knees.
You don't have the time to regret doing it, her eyes dropping down and focusing at your three pieces.
Her surprise is apparent, her eyes wide open. She lifts a hoof to her lips, "P-Pffftttt! Hah!" and chuckle.
You gulp, then you open your mouth to try and say something but you just can't. You're paralyzed by her reaction. She just chuckled at your dick!
"Ohh, I am so sorry, Anon, I just wanted to teach you a lesson but I really didn't expect it to be... this..." She feels sorry for you. It's written on her face. It's horrible!
Think fast! "I-It's because I'm cold!" More! "A-And I'm a grower!"
She raises an eyebrow at that. "A grower?"
"Yes! It's much bigger when it's hard!"
She looks at you,"Now, now, Anon, what difference would it really make?" then look back down, at eye level with your crotch. "Your shaft is obviously already out of its sheath, an erection would only give you about-"
"Humans don't have sheaths..." You stutter that in the middle, looking to the side, trying to evade her inquisitive stare.
She blinks, stopping her train of thought for a second, processing what you just said, and then goes back at analyzing your junk.
"Huh." She leans forward and tilts her head to the side, eyes going up and down. "You're right, you don't seem to have any kind of retractor muscles.."
She hums once more. Then her horn lights up and you feel her magic cup your balls.
Your hands shoot towards it, instantly covering it in fear of whatever she's planning. "The fuck do you think you're doing?!"
"Wha..." She's dumbfounded at your reaction. "Oh, please, Anon, I have doctorates in biology, xenobiology and anatomical analysis, I believe I am more than qualified at handling your-"
This pony. "And maybe you could ask me if I'm okay with you molesting me and probing my balls with your magic, huh?"
She blinks, mouth agape, "Oh." finally understanding what went wrong. "You're right, I kind of got ahead of myself, hehe... I'm sorry, Anon." She finishes her last words by giving you this pout she uses whenever she really wants something from you. It never works tho. "Anon, could you please remove your hands and let me have access to your reproductive organs, and let me use magic to record data on it?"
You groan in response.
You can't say no now. You shouldn't have taken the bait in the first place, but if you stop now, she'll just believe that your dick is... b-below average. So, you let go of your jewels and let your hands awkwardly hang down your sides, giving her complete access to it.
She gives a light gasp, gleefully smiling at you. "Thank you, Anon, I swear I will be as professional as I can be."
Her horn flashes once again, and a notepad followed by a walkman just pops out of nowhere. "I will now be recording and writing everything down, if you're okay with it...?"
You groan once more. "Whatever. Just get on with it."
She nods and then turns the recorder ON. "My name is Twilight Sparkle, certified expert on xenobiology from the Canterlot Instute and I will now be recording data about the human reproductive organs, using the only known member of said species as test subject, with his explicit perm--"
"Could you not make it any weirder?"
"Well, no, I have to do this, it's part of the modus operandi." You grunt once more. "I will now be asking him, you, Anonymous, questions." You nod. "So, on close examination, I can affirm that human males don't posses any penile sheath nor any kind of retractor muscle; can you confirm that, Anon?"
You rub a hand on your face. It really couldn't get any weirder. "No." And the cold air is starting to make your jewels shrink even more, not helping your noble cause.
She writes something down, "That doesn't seem convenient, isn't it dangerous to have it exposed all the time?" then looks back at your face every time she finishes a question.
"That's why we wear clothes."
More writing, the only noises in the room coming from her pen scratching the paper. Her gaze switches from the notepad to your dick, once, twice, the pen never stopping.
You lean a bit down, looking at her notepad. She's drawing it now. Welp, there you go, it's definitely weirder. And then, she leans forward, her muzzle stopping a couple inches short of your dick. And takes a huge sniff.
Okay, you're going to stop thinking, right now.
"Um. Could you not do that?!"
She rolls her eyes at your response. "Oh come on, Anon, this is just part of the procedure." You're really starting to question her methods. Or even if she really has doctorates in... whatever the hell she said she had ones in.
"Subject's smell resembles a stallion's, if a bit more spicy, and the smell of sweat is much stronger, surely due to him always wearing clothes, and more precisely the ones he call 'boxers'." She lifts her head, her eyes finding yours. She doesn't seem embarrassed, or she's really good at hiding it. "And you said that, erection actually makes your penis, uhm, bigger, right?" You nod. "How much bigger...?"
"I don't know. Several times... maybe?"
Her eyebrows rise in surprise. "Several times?!" You nod again and she gives it another quick look, before writing some more. "Length or girth?" Now there's a slight blush under her eyes when she's looking at you. You're sure you're not fairing any better really.
"Both."
"Bo..." She repeats, her eyes dropping down to your junk, her brain obviously trying to process and imagine what you just told her. That was kind of cute. Just like in my chinese cartoons.
"C-Could you, ahem, show me?" She looks up, but hides the lower half of her face with her notepad when she sees your doubtful expression. She's more embarrassed by your face than your dick. Then quietly add. "For academic purposes..."
"Academic purposes...?" Her eyes fidgets about before glancing up quickly, then back down. Then she nods. Not professionally enough for your taste.
You think about it for a second. Purplebutt, Twilight Sparkle, the Princess of Friendship, is asking you to show her your erected cock. You never expected something like this when you woke up.
Then again, you can never expect what's going to happen here, small horses are insane.
Might as well go with it. Your pride--no, your species' pride, the pride of your fathers, of your grand fathers, of your brothers and metaphoric sons, is now on your shoulders. Today will decide how human cocks will be remembered in ponyland.
Twilight is still waiting for a response, her eyes still on your dick, glancing back up from time to time. "Okay." You can't see her entire muzzle because of the notepad, but you can see the corner of her lips pointing up when you accept her request.
Then you both pause, not sure about how to go about it. You're the one deciding to break the awkward silence, "Uhm, how should I..."
"Well, j-just do whatever you normally do to..." She gulps. "achieve arousal."
Guess it's now or never. So you just get to it. Your right hand finds your shaft and you slowly starts jerking off.
She plops down when you grab hold of it, sitting a couple feet in front of you, lowering her notepad and intently staring at your cock. She even drops her pen when you peel your skin back, exposing your head and giving a nervous giggle when she picks it back up, mouthing an inaudible sorry before motioning for you to continue.
You keep going for a couple minutes. Slowly at first, then trying to up the pace a bit, but you can't seem to get harder than this half-chub. The warmth of your hand feels great on your cold balls, but it's just not enough.
She frowns more and more, giving your face quick looks, wordlessly asking you why it takes so long.
fuckfuckfuck "This is so fucking awkward." You groan, "I-I swear it never happened before! It's cold and it's kind of weird with you just staring."
"Oh, yes, you're right. Um," She gulps again, "mood is also important for the males..." She stares at your cock some more. Then blushes, an idea brewing inside of her head with every pump you give. "Well I-I could... should I, uh." Then she lifts her head, her pleading eyes stopping on yours. "Would it be easier if I provided some, hum, stimuli?" Your eyes go wide and she looks away embarrassed over her own suggestion. Then her lips catch your attention.
The thought itself already helping your work on your half mast. "You mean... with your mouth..?"
"What?! No! I-I meant with magic or-" She stops herself when she sees the disappointment on your face. She gulps, and look at your exposed head again, "Or... I guess, I c-could use my mouth, if you want to. I could um, collect some data on... taste..." She licks her lips when you give a harder stroke and then looks up. "Would you prefer it if I used my, m-my mouth?"
"YES!" You nod, eagerly.
"We-Well then..." Her horn glows once again and you turn to your right when you hear the door slam shut, then the lock on it. "I guess I've got no other choice..."
Your heart is beating like crazy. That's it. She's going to suck you dick. You're getting your dick sucked by a pony, by a fucking Princess. Dad would be proud. Maybe.
She places her notepad and walkman down and then slowly leans forward, getting back to her earlier position, right in front of your half chub. You stop jerking.
She's so close, so, so, so close. You can hear her inhaling your scent and feel her warm breath on your tip. You're having a hard time stopping your hips from moving forward. It would be funny, but you just can't risk this.
So you just wait. You simply look at her, her face slowly tilting and slightly moving left and right, taking in the sight of your pride. To be honest you wouldn't need anything more than this, you can already feel yourself hardening to full mast. But what kind of faggot would be honest in this kind of situation.
A stronger exhale washes over your balls, and you let out a groan. She looks up, scared of having messed up somewhere. You just point at it, all but begging for her to do something.
"Oh, yes, sorry, I'll-uh, provide you with fe-fellatio right away."
"Please..." That was a moan more than a real request. A totally not effeminate moan.
Then, finally, you feel her lips make contact with your head. Your heart skips a beat. The hand still on your junk clamps harder, as if instinctively trying to stop you from blowing your load. N-Not that you're a premature faggot or anything. But the lack of internet, or even pornography as a whole, and the fact that ponies like Ponk can just pop in at any time, made it hard to get any 'you' time.
She retreats, slowly, the warmth of her lips leaving your skin for a couple seconds before coming back, this time with more force, just enough for them to take in half of your head. She closes her eyes and sighs, quietly, contently. And she retreats, once again, this time leaving the end of your helmet moist with her saliva. Leaving it throbbing, victim to the fresh air, wanting, needing more. She opens her eyes and spreads her lips, leans forward and finally takes the whole of your head in.
Your heart skips another beat. You even forget the breathe for a moment. You don't remember ever feeling so alive. You gasp when you feel her warm, wet tongue on the underside of your tip.
Hearing it, she instantly looks up, locking your gazes on each others'. Her wet appendage unmoving, slightly pushing against your sensitive skin, sharing her warmth with yours. You let go of your shaft and reach out with your hand. She doesn't move. She doesn't even look at it. She trusts you, she knows you wouldn't do anything to harm her. And you don't. You simply cup her cheek, your thumb rubbing up and down against her fur.
She leans into your touch, trying to get more, all the while giving your dick some much needed action. She takes another inch in, giving a sigh while you give a moan.
You leave your hand there, your thumb rubbing up and down from time to time, while you feel her tongue lapping at your dick more and more, up, down, sometimes focusing on the head, then going down the shaft. This is driving you nuts.
You never expected Twily to be this.... good at it. To be this kind of lover. Or to be a lover, at all.
You can't think right now. You shouldn't. Whatever you're thinking right now, it's simply your hormones fucking with your brain.
But you can't get it out of your head. How beautiful she is. How much more beautiful she is now that she's taking you in her mouth. Now that she's affectionately, tenderly, lovingly tending to your pride. You always thought that ponies were cute, but you never saw any of them the way you're seeing Twilight right now.
She takes another inch in. Another gasp escapes your throat. Her eyes don't leave yours. Yours can't leave hers. "You're beautiful."
This takes her by surprise. Her tongue stops moving and you can feel her own heart skipping a beat.
You feel so light now that you've said it. Maybe you'll regret saying it later. But that's a problem for later 'you'.
She looks down, finally breaking eye contact. Then takes you out of her mouth.
You fucked up. You must've fucked u- "R-Really?" He voice is low, trembling, hitching in between hard breath. "You're not just saying that because I'm giving you fellatio... right?" Then they come back. Her two beautiful eyes. That's enough. You can't take it anymore.
You drop a knee on the ground, your other hand cupping her unattended cheek, lean forward and kiss her.
Her eyes go wide in fear, surprise and then close down, a content, happy sigh escaping her mouth when she decides to respond to your kiss, pushing forward and lifting her right hoof to your hand.
You let go of her a moment later, a trail of saliva drooping and then finally breaking with the distance between your lips. "My room, or yours." It takes her a couple seconds to get what you mean. A stronger blush than ever before appearing on her face.
"Uhm... yours. I-I kind of like the smell of your bed.." Those last words are barely audible, whether it's because of your heart thumping in your ears or if she wasn't sure she wanted you to hear them, you'll never know. But you don't give much of a fuck about this right now. You've got a mare to please.
So you stand up, drop your pants and boxers, don't want those to get in the way, and pick her up, not unlike the way you picked up Ponk a million times already. Just hugging her a bit closer. And her hugging you back closer too.
And rush towards your room. You don't even care if anypony, or Spike, sees you with your wet, throbbing dick flailing around.
And luckily, you get there without incident. You slam the door shut using your feet and step in front of your messy bed. You lean forward and place her down on her back. She doesn't instantly let go of you, her small hooves tugging at your shirt when you slowly retreat back up.
She's breathing hard. She's nearly panting. You can see how hot she feels and you can feel how warm she is. Quick gasps and quiet moans escapes her lips when your hands starts roaming up and down her torso. She wants more. She doesn't have to use words, her eyes are begging you for more. So you don't waste time. You dive forward and your lips capture hers, your hands all the while assaulting her small frame.
Your fingers sends a shiver down her back when you find a weak spot, somewhere along her neck. "Nnhh~" Her hooves tug and pull at your fabric, trying to draw you in even closer.
But you push up instead, and she opens her eyes in surprise, missing the contact of your skin. "W-Wha-" You don't wait for her to worry. You kiss her cheek, then her jaw and then you plunge for her neck. She gasps in surprise, in fear even, her instincts telling her to push you away, a predator, from her vital point, her hooves weakly pawing at your torso. But she stops when your mouth finally makes contact. You kiss it once, twice, your tongue joining your lips on your third strike. And you keep going, trying to leave wet marks on every patch of fur you have access to. Her right hoof finds a way behind your head, now able to pull you in, trying to coax even more affection from you.
"Ahhhnon... please..." That came out as a moan more than anything.
"What?" You don't stop your ministrations though. This is driving her wild. You can feel it, you can hear it, you can even smell it.
"Anon, stop pleas-ah~" Why would you ever want to stop?
"Why?" Your head drops south again, your mouth now targeting her shoulders, then her collarbone. The pressure of her hooves is getting stronger and stronger, trying to push you back, then losing strength when your hands or lips find another good spot.
"J-Jus'stop for a-second, pleaseeee~" You don't. She obviously wants it as much as you do. And if you learnt anything from those chinese comics you read back then, its that no means yes. Your right hand finds its way behind her frame and she seizes up when it rubs a particular spot, right between her wings.
"Annnhhhh~" All her muscles clench at once, her front hooves pressing, tugging and pulling at whatever was within her grasp and rear hooves clamping around your sides.
You pull up in surprise. Did you fuck it up?
Then the sight hits you. She's sweating, her frame heaving back and forth in sync with her slow, heavy breaths. She's biting her lower lip, a hoof placed against her forehead. Her closed eyes not giving you the information you're looking for, this time.
In your retreat, the tip of your hard wood bumps into her slit. "Ngh~" It's hot, and wet. Really hot, and really, really wet.
Did she just- Her horn flashes purple and a moment later, you find yourself paralyzed. You can't move any muscle, save for your eyes.
"Ahhh... I-I told you to stop!" She's upset, but her trembling voice, her blush and the way her eyes are fidgeting around in embarrassment... it's just too much.
"Sowwy." You're not. And she knows you're not.
"You always do that! You just do whatever you want and don't consider my feelings!"
"Sho yhou didn liek it?"
She grumbles in annoyance, then the glow surrounding her horn flickers a bit and you find yourself in control of your maw once more.
"I said, so, you didn't like it?" It came out as hopeful. You know she did, but a part of you is still afraid.
"I did... Maybe a bit too much..." More mumbling.
"So, there's no problem then?"
"N-No, but-"
"No butts, I loved it, you obviously loved it, everyone's happy!"
"But you can't just-"
"Transform you in a quivering mess? Force you to moan out my name? Make you come without even using my di-" She levitates your pillow in front of her face, using it as cover to hide from your sight.
"D-don't say it like that..." Her movements brings her flower to the tip of your dick once more, this time pushing the underside of her exposed pearl on it. It sends another shiver down her spine, followed by a quiet squeal muffled by the pillow. You'd be throbbing more than ever, if you could.
"How about you remove this spell and we finish what we started, huh?"
"You've got to-"
"I can't hear you~" You can, but you really want to see her face begging for it.
She grunt, pulling the makeshift bunker away. "Y-You..." She's having a hard time looking at you. She's just so cute. "You've got to promise me to stop next time I tell you to. Okay?"
"I can't promise something like that if you keep acting this cute." Her muzzle scrunches up, and a second later, she lets go of the spell. You fall down against her, her 4 hooves spreading around your frame and hugging you as soon as you're in reach.
"Just stop teasing me so much..."
"Who, me? Why I'd never-" A hoof shuts you up.
"I need it, Anon. I need this, just this once, please." Her whispering voice makes your dick give another hearty throb and your heart another loud thump. Maybe you should stop that, for now. You nod, she sighs.
You lower your right hand, pushing it closer and closer to her flower. A breath hitches in her throat and another moan leaves her when you reach your target. You kiss her, her moan resonating inside your own mouth when your tongue forces her lips open. You slide your fingers up and down her slit, slowly, trying to find your marks on these newfound lands, all the while keeping your eyes on hers.
Then you feel something. It's pulsating, you can feel it push against your palm, then retreat back in her depths. You know what it is, you're not stupid. But you have no idea how to handle it, so you start slowly and softly, as if you were handling a newborn. You break the kiss before doing so, watching her face while you play around with her love button, push it up, down, press it between your thumb and index.
Every actions you do gets one in return, she pushes her hips down, up, her hooves clamping down on your frame with more or less strength. "Ah-non, no-o, jus-ah!" A stronger convulsion, this time followed by another helping of juices. You stop for a couple seconds.
She opens her eyes, grunting at you. Then her horn flashes purple once again.
"Just put it in already!" And you feel her magic push your ass forward, your dick ending its course pushed against her lips, your helmet nearly in. She's ready, she clearly doesn't need any more preparations, even tho you were more than wanting to go down on her. "Just, don't eja-I mean, don't come inside, okay?"
Huh? Oh well. You nod one last time, looking down, grabbing your shaft with your drenched hand, aim, then press forward, slowly.
You gasp. Both of you. You keep going, slowly, inch after inch getting engulfed by her soft flesh, her walls pressing down and convulsing around your cock more and more as you get deeper and deeper. She pushes her hips upward too, trying to give you better access, to give you more flesh to please, to give you more of her to fuck.
Then she gasps, her stare shooting down towards your dick, eyes measuring the inches left, then widening at the length that still isn't inside. And you feel your tip push against something stiff, tougher than the soft flesh you felt until there, some kind of fleshy barrier. "Wait wait wait! S-Stop, stop! Y-You're tooo big!"
You look down too, following her gaze. There's still an inch and a half or so of shaft before you can hilt in. Your whole body is screaming at you to keep going, but you just can't risk hurting her.
So you wait, her insides giving you more than enough attention to complaint, anyway. "Did I hurt you?"
She looks up at you, then back down. "No-no, I'm okay, it's just that you're way too big, I've never... taken something like this inside." If you weren't feeling so needy, you'd be beaming with pride right now.
But there's fear instead. You really shouldn't ask that. No. Don't do it. "Sh-should we... stop?"
Her eyes open wide in shock, looking up at you before tugging at your shirt to keep you in place with her front hooves. "Huh?! No, no nonono, this, you, me, this is great, it's everything I've ever-" She stops mid-sentence, a hoof jolting to her lips to keep them shut. This mare is bad for your health.
You simply look at her, your heart fluttering anew and thumping in your ears while she's blubbering and doing her best to give an explanation. "I-I-I mean, it's, it's great, I-I, sorry I didn't mean-"
You take great care at not pushing your dick any farther and dive down once more, your lips instantly crashing against hers. You don't need her to apologize about anything. It's just like she said, it's great. Everything is fucking A.
Just like every other times, she's surprised when your lips find hers, but she soon enough leans in moaning, her hooves now embracing the sides of your head and keeping you in place, right where she wants you to be. But another throb coming from your dick and another shiver running through her back reminds you of the situation you're in.
"So, what should I do?"
She thinks about it for a second. "Nnhh~" She pushes down with her hips, trying to coax more of you inside of her, but it doesn't work, the entrance of her womb doesn't feel like moving. She gasps when she finds her limit, and you pull back out immediately.
"You're okay?" Your left hand finds her haunches and you place your right one above the general area of her inside walls, trying to rub the hurt away. She smiles when she sees your caring hand caressing between her teats, one of her front hooves joining it.
"Yes, don't worry, I think I know... let me just..." Then her horn illuminates once more, a purple aura appearing around your hand and her body. You just stare at it, trying to take guesses at what she's doing, the focus obviously not being your hand. And then it stops. "That should work."
"What was that? What did you do?"
"I used a simple pain inverter spell and magically augmented the structural integrity and elasticity of my cervix's entrance by enhancing the proto-"
"Whoah, stop right there, bookbutt, use English words." She frowns at your nickname, but responds anyway.
"It means you can push it in now."
"You're sure?"
"Yes."
That's everything you needed to hear. So you don't wait, and push forward. It's true, you can get everything in now, but that's not all. Her inside barrier became another orifice you can fuck, something even tighter and softer than any flesh before it. You both gasp, you in pleasure, her in surprise. But then she gives a moan, bigger than any other before.
"AAaaaaahhnnn~" It's driving you wild.
"Holy shit, magic is great." She opens her mouth, trying to give a reply but you don't give her the time she needs to completely recover and pull back, your dick leaving her cervix and then stopping right before exiting her pussy. And then you ram it back in, in one go. "Fuckkkkk."
You do it again, and again. You can feel her insides spasming every time your crotch hits hers, and you can feel her pearl wink against your skin when you get close enough. She doesn't say anything, or at least, anything that resembles English anyway, she just pants, gasps, squeals and moans, not in any particular order.
Even tho all this talk helped you recover some stamina and that you're nowhere near as close as you were before, you can feel that this won't be a world record, she just feels so good. But you don't want to disappoint, so you simply stop whenever you get too close. You slow down, get back at it faster and faster, take more time caressing every patch of skin visible. Then you lean on her frame once more, kissing her here and there.
About five minutes in and she still hasn't said anything. This is worrying. "You okay there?" She keeps panting for a couple seconds, letting out one last moan before wiping some drool that was hanging on the corner of her mouth with a hoof.
"Nh... ah... Yes, yes, j-just, how come you're still at, at it?!"
You blink. "What?"
"I, ah, I lost count around your 50th thrust, how come you haven't ejaculated yeeeet~" Your dick pushed open her cervix before she could finish her sentence. That wasn't on purpose, at all. It's funny tho.
"50th thrust? What are you on about?" You slow down once more when you pull back, trying to give her enough composure to respond.
"Sta-stalllionss can only last for, ahh right there~" You roll her clit between your fingers once more and get rewarded by another dose of love juice covering your legs and covers.
"D-Don't do that when I'm trying to te-tell you something! Ah..."
"Heh, sorry princess, I'll let you finish." You let go of her nub and start caressing her teats instead.
"Mhh. so, like I said, the average numbers of thrusts, ah, a stallion can manage before ejaculation is around twelve, how, how come you haven't-"
"Filled you up full of my baby juices yet?" She was already blushing since the start, but you can see another shade of red take possession of her face. She throws a hoof to her left and bring back your pillow between you, to cover her face once more.
"W-Why do you have to say things like thaaathhnnn~" You pinch a nipple when you see her hiding again.
"Because your embarrassed face is the hottest thing I've ever seen in my life." Her insides squeezes you harder. You won't last much longer, you've been at it for a while.
"Come, ah, come on Twilight, get rid of that, I want to see your eyes when I come inside you." Another squeeze, and more juices.
"N-No, don't, not inside!"
"Why not? You don't want my human babies?"
Heh, that is, if it was possible for ponies to get babies with apes. Good thing we're not in a fucking cartoon eh?
"Wha-yes, no, I mean n-nnhghhh~"
"You'll have to say that to my face if you want me to believe you, twiggly wiggly." She gives a grunt, barely audible between the pillow and her moans, then lift the pillow up and out of the way. She's avoiding your eyes, she's even trying not to face you. But you know what to do in these conditions. You kiss her.
You stay like that for another couple minutes. Your lips pressed against hers, her eyes opening and closing in sync with her sighs and moans while you slowly thrust in and out of her, all the way up--up enough to lift her whole frame when your hips makes contact.
"So, what do you say? Can I come inside?" She bites her lip, looking at you, examining your expression.
"Y-You... You'll take responsibility?" Her serious expression comes back with her question. The one she always wear when asking questions about friendship and other first world pony problems. What? What does she mean? Like, help cleaning up or something? You'd normally say fuck no to that. You're too lazy for this kind of shit. But now, that's a different story. You've been hard for more than an hour and been teasing each other the whole fucking time, you're going to fucking explode, and your body is begging you to just let go of everything and come inside. "Promise me you'll take responsibility."
You grunt, getting too close to think clearly. "Sure." Her serious attitude turns to happy, a huge smile forming on her lips and then she jumps forwards to kiss you. It's your turn to be surprised, and your turn to lean back in. And you go full hammertime, you're so close. Twilight is back in blubbering mess mode, but now you're sure that she's having fun, so all is cool.
You groan one last time, and then everything goes white.
You gulp. You pant. You heave. You feel so good, you haven't felt that way since... The day Trump won the presidency. That's it, that's what real life feels like. Your heart is still beating hard and fast, it's only starting to slow down. So does hers. You're both drenched in sweat, saliva and other body fluids. And you're sure that the smell of sex can be scent all the way outside, you're both going to have to answer a lot of questions tomorrow. Rather, she'll have to answer, you'll just tell them to fuck off and shoo them away like you usually do.
A hoof rubbing against your sides bring your attention to the small thing still besides you."Oh, am I too heavy? Let me-"
"No!" She takes hold of you, using her four hooves to keep you right where you are. "Can... can we stay like this for a little longer?"
And just like that, your heart gives another hard, loud thump. "Sure. Just let me-"
Her magic stops your hand before it gets to your shaft, still lodged inside her. "No, please, leave... leave it inside, please."
Unf
You're not sure if it's because you're still high from your climax, but you could get used to that. "Shouldn't we, you know, clean up? I've got to take responsibility, remember?" You half joke, you really don't mind staying there, it's comfy as fuck.
She frowns a bit, unsure of what you mean. "Clean up? Clean what?"
You blink. "Well, you know..." You point down, trying to get her to understand your meaning. It should be obvious to anyone, but this dork right there.
"Why would we want to remove your semen from my uterus? Wouldn't that reduce the chances of a spermatozoon fertilizing an egg?"
You blink. Once, twice. Then you open your mouth, but nothing comes out.
"You're, joking, right? You do know that I can't get you pregnant?"
Her frowns deepens, then she blinks. "Why couldn't you?"
"Twiggly, if there was one pony I thought I wouldn't need to explain this, that'd be you. Or Dash, since she wouldn't understand anyway." You pause for a second. "We're not the same species, purplebutt, I'm an ape, and you're a small horse, that can't work."
"Why wouldn't it?" You open your mouth but she's too quick. "And how did you think minotaurs and griffins were made, if not by cross-species breeding?"
You blink. Again. Again. Furiously so. What the fuck.
You place your hands on both sides of the bed and try to get up, but a flash from her horn stops you from moving. "Oh no, you don't!"
"What the fuck? Let me out-"
"You said you would take responsibility!"
"I thought you were talking about cleaning up and shit!"
She's furious. She's so mad tears are forming in her eyes, you don't remember ever making her so mad. And you did some serious shit before. "L-Listen-"
"NO! You listen! I-I told you not to come inside! And you did! You said I was c-cute and beautiful!" She's crying. You made her cry. You fucked up big time.
"So what now?! Are you going to just, leave?! And let me have foals, our foals, and not be there?! For them?! For me?" Her voices hitches in between sobs, her brain trying to find words to make you change your mind--anything. "W-Wouldn't that make you a fucking zigger?!"
Your eyes go wide when you hear her say that. You never expected ponies to actually listen when you were shitposting IRL. And she obviously has no idea what she's talking about. "No, no, no, no, I wouldn't do that! Of course I wouldn't do that. I'd never leave you after... what we just had Twilight." She's not looking at you anymore. She's just crying with her head burrowed in your covers. "Listen, Twily, please look at me."
Her horn stops glowing and you get your control over your limbs back. "No, I-I just can't look at you anymore, Anon."
And so you think. You stare at her sobbing face, thinking of what to do to make things right. You can only try.
You instantly go for her cheeks, cupping them and forcing her to face you. "Listen... Just... I'm an asshole, I know, I know I fucked up, but please forgive me, just this once."
You wipe her tears with your thumbs and she groans. "I just didn't know, okay? I, fuck, I didn't think..." She tries to look away but your hands stops her. She could easily overpower you, but she doesn't. That's a good sign, right?
"Listen, if, if you end up bearing my chil-foals. Centaurs. Satyrs. I don't know, it doesn't matter. I swear, if you're pregnant, I'll be there. I'll stay here, right here, right next to you, as much and as long as you want." Her sour expression turns more and more hopeful with every word coming out of your mouth.
She looks away, one last time before using a hoof to wipe her face. "You promise?"
"Yes, yes, I promise."
"Pinkie promise?"
You smirk when the start of a smile appears on the corner of her lips. "Yes, yes I Pinkie promise. Stick a cupcake in my eye and all that shi--"
A Pink form coming from under your bed startles you.
"I heard that, you better keep that promise, Anon!"
"WHAT THE FUCK. PINKIE! HOW DID YOU FUCKIN--"
Author's Note
I'm trying, okay? I-It's not like I like you or anything
Nah really, I hope this will please everyone.
No, I am not removing that Trump joke
Now proofread by jeffh4, this story is now somewhat readable!
