Always Nice To Meet My Fans

You take in the sight's of Rella's suite, the room has all the decor a luxury hotel could offer. From the red Saddle Arabian carpet to the carved marble and grante counter tops in the complentary room bar. Rella Sways her hips to the side with every step as she croos the room to her fine velveteen couch. "Mhmm do you do this often cutie?" She say with a wink as her wings gently flutter open and rest behind her magesticly. You blush hard and notice despite the sangria from before, her hand reaches for a silver ice bucket and a botttle of champagne, it's a light brew to keep from getting too buzzed to enjoy the moment, but then again sangria isn't very strong either.

"Well, Rella to be forward, you're my first mare....female human or pony." You rub a hand behind your head nervously as you watch the way she lowers her eyes seductivley at you. She holds two glasses in one hand like an expert while pouring champagne for you both. You take yours from her hand and sip liberaly. She does the same, her swanlike neck gulping gently and her eyes close allowing her senses to fully savor and take in the crisp and light refreshing taste of the cold bubbly.

"Mhhmmm like it? It's a 95 delux vineyard." She says with the air of a mare who really knows her fine wine and spirits. Rella gives a little giggle, clearly the mare is getting a little on the tipsy side. Not that you're able to hold your booze any better as you feel your eyes swim around in your head a bit as the kick from the sangria mixed with her bubbly is making you stumble. You find yourself tumbling on top of the beautiful mare giggling and chuckling with a soft hic coming from you both as you struggle to get up off her.

"Heh Sorry Ms. Rella, I guess I'm starting to really feel the kick of the...You are cut off by Rella as she pushes her warm, soft lips hard onto yours. Her kiss is like a velvet embrace as her arms hold you close to her, the soft and silky feeling of her coat as she reaches under your shirt and pulls it off, the kiss broken only for a momment so she can expose your chest. You're not exactly a ripped stallion, but she seems to admire the slender with a few pounds that makes up your torso. She tenderly circles a finger around your collar bone before tracing a line to your jaw.

"Mhhh Yeah you enjoying this as much as I am?" She asks as her wings pop open with a soft fluff of feathers and a gentle rush of air. She takes a few locks of her mane in between her fingers and plays with it while giggling. Look most ponies Rella's build could almost pass for a human girl, sans the way her legs bend at he ankle. In the distinctly pony way, coupled with the hard calloused hooves with the well trimmed fentlocks on her ankles. They end in the the flat stubbs of hooves as opposed to feet with toes. Yet her curvaceous figure, her D cup sized bossom, and the slender femmine fingers are indistinguishable from a humans.

"Yes my beloved bard, I think I...I" You pause wondering if it's too soon to even use the word you're thinking of using. "I love you." She doesn't cringe or flinch at you saying that, if anything it prompts her to tug on the brown sweater she has on. She slowly exposes her midriff untill the creamy off white fur of her belly and lower chest is exposed just short of her breasts. "Oh yes, please...more." Is all you can say lost in the sight of the black lace bra she reveals to you. She brings her hands behind her back to further tease you with the prospect of taking it off.

"You want the full show don't handsome? Well I want a little Quid Pro Que...show me just what you humans are..packing." She says with an almost sinster giggle at what she said. You sigh somewhat intimidate but try to be a sexy as you can as your hands go to the belt buckle and start to open it. With a single swipe of your hand you pull it through the loops before wrapping a bit of around your hand.

"Mhhh are you planning to do something with that belt handsonme?" She says before pulling an ottoman forward. She bends over it as your pants hit the floor. Imitating you by lifting her skirt up and showing the matching black underwear she wore with her bra. You can see the tag it reads the name of an earth import, Victoria's Secret.

"That depends Rella, have you been a bad girl?" You ask smacking the end of the belt against your hip as the bulge near the crotch of your briefs twitch somewhat, but your trouser serpent can wait. Rella giggles slightly drunkenly as she gives her flanks a side to side sway tempting you to discipline her.

"Mhh you're a fan of my work aren't you? You ought to know just how naughty this filly's been."

"Did your mommy and daddy ever spank you when you a bad little fily?" You say as you give her left flank a light tap with the belt, the tap makes her shiver and tense up and it was barley a tap.

"Maybe they did and maybe they didn't." She says as you raise the belt up again and bring it down on her flanks, hard this time. It makes her flinch slightly as she cries out a bit. You repeat your actions on her other flank until two red streaks run across them, not on the level as lashes from a real whip but still there. "Mhhhmm yeah please punish me!" She cries out loudly as you do just that, lashing her flanks hard untill her legs tremble and quiver, and the faint scent of a musky yet sweetness fills th air. You can see a wet spot forming and growing in size against the black fabric of her panties. You can't help yourself anymore, you hook your fingers around the hem of her panties and start slowly pull them down.

"Sweet Celestia I'm the luckiest guy in Manehattan." You say as you take in the sight of her dripping wet mare pussy. The puffy pink lips swell up and wink her bulbous clit at you. You take a small gasping breath as you reach out and gently touch the little pink pearl. Rella moans louder really turning into putty in your hands. You circle a finger around her clit while rubbing a thumb over the folds, teasing her inner depths. and really getting her mind racked with the pleasure of your finger work. Her brown mane becomes more and more mussed and her brow glistens softly with sweat.

"Mhhh and I'm glad to make that so." She says as you gently rub her flanks hoping you hadn't gotten too caried away with your "punishment." "Mhhh what are you doing? Don't you want me?" She says as your fingers are feeling around in the inner depths of her velvet passage. You lean over her soft and warm coat to her dark auburn bown mane, you lightly rest your head on the soft and gentle follicles of her hair. Your manhood pressing on her opeining as you do.

"Of course, I just wanted you to enjoy it too Rella." You say as you gently nuzzle her cheek by leaning over her shoulder. She blushes and nuzzles you back as she bites her lower lip from feeling the swollen mass of man flesh slip inside her. You feel the tight and soft slick walls as they squeeze around you a bit before adjusting and relaxing to the intrusion inside her. Rella's moans become louder and intimate as you start to rock yoour hips working your large girth into her in a steady rythm. Her tail flicks around and you feel her wings shiver and struggle to flap but can't because of the way you lay ontop of them.

Rella lets out more low grunts and gutural moans as you build up speed and buck her harder, you're inner equine seems to show as you gently bite on the back of her neck, a feeling not off putting for her, if anything it really entices her more. To have you really get into rutting her as you would if you were a stallion. You pick up the sweet scent of her hair but also something with a bit more..spice in it, her arousal perhaps? You can feel the presure in your testicles rising, like the steam vents in a boiler ready to blow. You grunt and try top form words, you manage to just barley say.

"I'm gonna cum..." In just above a whisper in her ear.

"Yes...yes inside do it inside me! Oh filly this naughty girl up good you stud." She says either really stretching her compliments or forgettinig you're not literally a stallion rutting her. You rear your head back and give off a few more aroused grunts of effort as you feel her passage convulse and spasm in an orgasm of her own. You likewise burst with bliss as th tip of your rob shoots and spurts stream after strand of warm semen into her. The feeling of her getting filled good and to the brim is enough to sap what remaining energy you had, with a pleasured sigh you let your head fall onto the pillows and as you look up into Rella's face as she gets on top of you, you wish it could only last longer.

You wake with a with a bit of a start as the memory of what happened comes flooding back to you, the one you want to see more than anyone the good author Rella stands on the balcony just adjacent to the bedroom. Her white night gown fluttering in the night time breeze. Below Manehattan much like its earth counterpart glistens and glows with the thousands of neon and halogen lights that cas their glow from concrete streets to the glass and steel towers and the skies above. It's a good night...good enough.