Peach Blossom had been having a perfectly normal dream, thank you very much. She was running in the woods, bouncing from tree to tree as she was pursued by a giant pink badger. Normal, as far as dreams went for her. Most of her dreams involved pursuits from large brightly colored animals, when they weren’t about her randomly falling off cliffs or flying or whatnot. And as nice as it was to imagine flying, she prefered waking up in safety on the ground, thank you very much.
So it was perfectly understandable that she was mildly irritated when her husband, Dry Soil, woke her with a nudge. She jerked awake with a huff. Of course he’d accidentally wake her up during a nice dream.
He often woke her in the middle of the night – he was a notorious sleepwalker and sleeptalker, and tended to sleep better when they weren't in their private chambers in their local kink club. The last time they had slept here, he had pushed her off the bed and stolen all the covers, leaving her to shiver on the floor until he stumbled over her sleeping form in the morning. She felt cold just remembering that.
This time, it seemed he was mumbling and purring in his sleep, wrapping her up in a tight hug. She twisted in his grip, but found she could hardly move. It wasn’t the most comfortable of positions, but at least she could breathe easily. And besides, if he was dreaming about hugging her, who was she to complain? Peach fidgeted a little more, trying to release her hooves from his tight grip, but gave up. His grip was firm and unyielding.
Peach shrugged. There were worse ways he could wake her, she figured. At least it didn’t involve hitting her in the face or whispering terrifying things to her. She snuggled into his grip as best as she could before freezing in place. His hooves were around her, right? Yup, there they were, rough from working in the garden all day. But, if those were his hooves, then... what was pressing rather firmly against her back?
Peach blushed as she realized what was going on, suddenly wide awake. Oh dear. Was Soil having a wet dream? This couldn’t be good. She struggled against his grip, but he held her still in a tight bear hug, spooning her forcefully. Her breath caught in her throat as she felt him grind against her. Oh no, this couldn’t be happening! Peach let out a quiet gasp as he began dry humping her cute little ass, his legs insistently spreading hers. His cock spread precum liberally against her.
Nonononono, she could feel his thick cock press against her tight plothole. Not there, she wasn’t ready! She couldn’t reach the bottle of lube she kept under her side of the bed, no matter how hard she flailed towards it. This was going to hurt, even though his precum helped a bit. She whined as she felt the head slowly force its way in, further and further with every thrust. Her hooves battered against him as she grit her teeth, but he hardly seemed to notice.
His breath fluttered her mane as he moaned, his flare popping into her ass. It spread her apart, the sharp pain of being speared open fading into a dull ache. He paused for a moment as she got used to the feeling before gently pushing harder against her. Her harsh pants turned into quiet, resigned whimpers as her resistance faded, her hooves wrapping around his. Peach moaned as she felt his medial ring tug at her pucker, sliding slowly into her. Celestia above, she could feel him go deeper. He hilted after what felt like forever, then slowly worked his way back and forth, gently at first. Peach sighed and struggled again. Nope, still not going anywhere.
His thrusts grew harder, his shaft pushing deeper and deeper into her. Still he did not wake, much to Peach’s distress. She definitely wasn’t starting to enjoy this, no way. This most certainly wasn’t beginning to feel wonderful. Peach cried out as his cock brushed against her prostate, a feeling of dizzying pleasure surging through her. Soil must have sensed what he was doing somehow, because his next thrust slammed against it harder and harder. Her moans echoed throughout the room as her arousal grew rapidly, his rough pounding exciting her more than she expected.
Hm, perhaps she should ask Soil to be a little less cautiously gentle with her, this actually felt pretty nice now that the initial discomfort was over. He seemed to agree, judging by his grunts. His grip around her tightened as he rolled on top of her, using his new leverage to pound her harder and harder. Peach could feel him growing close, could practically taste his desperation. She was getting close to climax as well.
With a quiet groan, he flared inside of her, his white-hot seed filling her ass. Peach gave a feminine cry as the feeling of his warm cum flooding her pushed her over the edge, and she climaxed around his spurting member. She spasmed around him, her shrill shrieks giving way to quiet sighs as she relaxed, coming down from her high.
Her head spun, but he didn’t move to pull out, so she laid still, panting. Any other time, she’d be fussing about the mess they made, but for once she was content just to lay there, safe in her husband’s embrace. Peach smiled as she drifted back to sleep, lulled by her afterglow. Boy, would he be surprised when he woke up buried inside of her. She only hoped she could see the look on his face.
Soil’s eyes fluttered open as he heard his wife’s breathing even out, and he grinned to himself, holding her closer to himself, hugging her against his chest. He didn’t bother pulling out, since she always liked it better this way, for some odd reason.
He was glad she enjoyed that little scene, and didn't truly try to stop him. It had always been a fantasy of hers, and he felt honored that she had shared it with him a few weeks ago. Peach was the prettiest, most wonderful mare, and he enjoyed pleasing her more than anything else. “I love you, my Blossom,” he whispered in her ear as he cuddled her sleeping form.
She smiled in her sleep and snuggled into his embrace, making him chuckle breathily in her ear. He was the luckiest stallion in the world, because he got to sleep next to her every single night. His eyes slowly slid shut, a smile still plastered across his face.
Author's Note
Wow was this fun to write, whew.
