Jack of Hearts, Queen of Diamonds

The party ambles along for the rest of the night as you and Maud continue to mingle with the other guests. She finally looks like she's out of her shell, and despite the clearly unusual mannerisms she has, it's all but unnoticed among the other guests. Probably because they're also too drunk to care.

Eventually, they begin to trickle out of your home. First the buffalo, and the griffon-donkey couples soon after. Tarsus and Straton still haven't left the guest room, and it's safe to assume they're staying there until the morning. As for that Diamond Dog, he's nowhere to be seen - you guess he already left.

Eventually, the party winds down with only you and Maud remaining on the main room's sofa, sitting closer and closer to each other. The whole process is so slow and steady - like that of a rock, you suppose - that you don't even notice until she's sitting on your lap and your legs start to feel warm. She's good.

And it's hot. In your experience with mares at parties - something a rich fellow like yourself is all to familiar with - this is your cue.

"It's getting late, and nearly everyone's left," you lean forward, whispering into Maud's ear. "The guest room's full, but if you want you can sleep in my bed tonight."

Maud Pie always seemed to have half-lidded eyes due to her off-violet eyeliner, but you can clearly tell that she's giving you the 'bedroom eyes' right now. "Only if there's room for two."

That settles it. Without any more hesitation, you take Maud by the hoof and lead her into your bedroom. You push the door open, and you both eagerly enter. It closes, and before you know it, Maud's lips are up against yours. Her kiss is stiff, yet passionate, as if she's doing everything she can to make her kiss as flawless as possible, and it's showing. It's strange - like Maud - but just as wonderful.

The kiss breaks without going any further than her lips; no tongue, not that you mind. You can tell she's feeling as amorous as you are right now. With her hoof still coupled with your own, she leads you to your own bed with as much elegance as she had during the dance. It's almost like the drink hasn't affected her at all.

Maud pushes you backwards, causing you to fall safely towards your bed. You grab her outstretched hoof with your own, taking her with you. She lands perfectly draped over you, her flesh and your own separated only by her blue gown. She stops to appreciate the moment with a fond, quiet regard; she must be able to feel your heartbeat. Oddly, you feel something else, something small and hard, in her front pocket.

Maud feels it too. "Wait a minute," she says, pulling herself up slightly. She reaches into her pocket and pulls out her pet rock. "If we're gonna go any further than this, I don't think Boulder should be watching. It doesn't feel right."

"Um," you glance around for a quick fix, before pulling open your bedside drawer. "It's a cool, dry place. He'll be safe there."

"Thanks." Without another word, she delicately drops the pebble in the drawer and pushes it shut.

And then its immediately back to kissing, just as stiff as before, but she slowly learns to unwind. The faintest tease of her tongue starts pressing against your lips, as if she can't decide whether or not to go further. You cautiously help her out, bringing your own tongue to meet hers. You feel her tongue recoil at first, so you back off with your own. After a moment of uncertainty, her tongue returns, gently testing your own. You let her explore your mouth for a while, experimentally licking as she shares her hot breath in steady sighs of pleasure. Your loins begin to awaken, but you try not to pay it any mind.

You finally work up the courage to move your own tongue again, reassuringly meeting with hers, gently joining in a warm, wet embrace. Maud's breathing gets heavier as a muted hum of a moan escapes her, the gentle vibration noticeable through her tongue. Meanwhile, your hooves begin to get a mind of their own. At first, they were gently stroking Maud's shoulders to put her at ease. Now, they've made their way to her waist, feeling the smooth fabric of her blue gown.

Once you reach her soft, warm flank, she breaks the kiss with a gasp. An awkward moment of silence follows as she stares into your eyes with a mild shock, your hooves still clasped onto her rear. Her face is completely red.

"Sorry. Am I going too far?" you ask. "I can tone it down if you-"

She responds by unclipping the belt from around her gown and lifting the clothes over her head in a single, swift action. And now she's there, with all her naked glory, lying on top of you.

"-want."

A slow second ticks by. Maud Pie, with her flesh finally making contact with your own, and yourself, taking in her blushing features. Her usual stoic expression is still there, but for you, everything about her is crystal clear.

Any faint sign of reluctance is long gone. Maud throws herself at you, her unusual strength sending you straight down into the mattress. Her face rushes to meet yours, and your lips once again meet. You happily oblige her as your hooves explore her new, naked body. Her own hooves hold you tightly, with a vigour that suggests she may not let go for the rest of the night. That's fine by you.

At this point, your loins are standing to full attention, trapped between your body and hers as it presses into her firm, toned abdomen. She notices the throbbing, and slightly shifts her body, setting your shaft free for a moment, then rearranging herself to it sits comfortably between her thighs, but with no penetration. In fact, you can feel the softness of her buttocks massaging either side of it.

Either out of instinct, or because she can feel the warmth of your shaft, Maud deliberately moves her hips to a steady rhythm, brushing herself against your cock. With a pleasurable sigh, you join in with the gentle thrusting, teasing her little by little as you rub yourself against her.

Your hooves once again find themselves at her toned yet soft rump, where you test the waters with a squeeze. Her lips part from yours, gasping in response to your hoof, before she shudders in arousal and dives back into the kiss, if only to lessen the chance of her moaning in bliss. In fact, you think she actually enjoys that. Of course, there's only one way to be sure. Amidst the playful pleasure happening with your hips, you squeeze again, slightly harder.

"Mmmph- aaaaaah," another break just to vocalise her pleasure, louder this time, then it's back to kissing with renewed vigour. Yes, she definitely likes it. Her own hooves seem to be gripping you tighter as well. This might just be her own personal turn-on; it's lucky that you happened across it.

If that's true, you wonder how close Maud might be to climax. The building pressure in your loins tells you you're getting close yourself. Not before her, though. And if squeezing her rump makes turns her on so much, you think you know just how to bring her to the brink of it.

Trying not to focus on the delightful dance of tongues, or the velvet-like caress of her rump against your cock, you hover your hoof just above her rock-themed cutie mark. Then you silently count to five in your head, pulling your hoof back further and further...

And on the fifth count, you fling your hoof across her backside with a swift, solid SMACK.

Every one of Maud's muscles tense. Her eyes suddenly widen in surprise with a sharp, wordless intake of breath. Her hooves release their grip on you, driving into the mattress in an attempt to keep herself steady. With an uncontrollable flick of her tail, a shuddering jolt of arousal runs through her.

To your surprise, you can feel your shaft suddenly grow warm with the trickling of her own sexual release. For a split second, she moans. Loudly. But an instinctive hoof rises and covers her mouth. You still feel a rhythmic dripping of her secretion, almost in time with her own rushing heartbeat as she tries to regain control of herself.

Her orgasm eventually subsides. She lowers the hoof from her mouth with a gasp, revealing the blush behind her cheeks. She stares at you awkwardly, not sure whether she should apologise, thank you, or even scold you. Instead, she settles for the obvious.

"I, um. I came."

Between Maud's unusually vocal reaction, and the throb of your own loins begging for more, you can barely respond. "Y-yeah. Sorry if I got a little carried away there, I was just-"

"Do it again." Maud's unyielding gaze bores through your eyes. Even with your limited knowledge of how Maud works, you can tell just how serious she is. "Please."

Without another word, you smile and gently push her to the side, freeing yourself from her firm hooves. Maud gives you a curious look, but remains still and patient, wondering what you plan to do. Soon enough, it becomes apparent. Instead of her lying over you face-to-face, you arrange yourself over her in the more traditional way ponies would mate, with Maud on all fours and you behind her. Here, you have easier access to her ample backside, and a much better view of it.

But rather than just diving in, you decide to ease her back into her sense of arousal. You carefully slide your shaft, still eager for release, between her buttocks again, but this time from a more comfortable angle. Your hooves start teasing her flank once again, as Maud asked. Or demanded. Or begged. It's hard to tell with her.

You start off with a simple flick of your hoof against her cutie mark. Maud hums to herself, and stretches her body with a sigh. An enjoyable sight to behold, especially when her backside rises just a little, presenting herself as if she's inviting you to go just a little harder. Her rear backs up into your cock, and the feeling of it being swathed by the two warm sides of her rump sends another ripple of exhilaration through you. It's almost too much to take.

You can hardly hear Maud's whisper once you come back to your senses; "Harder."

Of course, that's exactly what you plan to do. Waiting a moment to recuperate from your own throbbing bliss that threatens to break free, you take a deep breath and wind up for another strike. You throw some force into it, enjoying the gratifying sound of hoof-on-flesh. Maud's whole body shivers again, and for a moment, you think she's about to climax for the second time that night. Instead, she lets out a moan, letting her forelegs buckle so she can rest her overwhelmed head on the nearby pillow. Perhaps unintentionally, her subtle-violet tail starts to drift from side to side in anticipation. Instinctively, you grab it with your free, non-smacking hoof and watch it wrap flirtatiously up your own foreleg.

"Harder."

For good measure, you prepare to give her flank one more solid hit. For the sake of experimentation, you gently pull back her enveloping tail. If she likes it rough, then maybe...

SMACK. One hoof collides with her backside again, savouring the firm, but noticeable ripple as it hits. The other hoof gives Maud's tail a hard tug before her body can recuperate from the spanking.

The risk pays off; Maud's body melts from under you, becoming hot, sexy putty in your hooves. Her moaning becomes so intense that she drives her face into the pillow to muffle the sound. Another few droplets of her own juices drip from her wide, inviting vulva, so close to your begging cock that's still nestled between her round, reddening, buttocks.

She almost wasn't prepared for such a rush, but neither were you. The siren song of her moans as she approaches climax, the steamy sliding of your shaft against her, the excitement that comes from her desperate calls for more...

Your impending release almost takes you by surprise, but you just barely manage to pull yourself back from the brink of orgasm. However, a small spurt of precum manages to escape you with a shudder of brief elation. Looking down at Maud, you discover that she isn't faring much better; her face is still buried in your pillow, just in case she needs to scream in pleasure again. You can feel every beat of her racing heart, and see a single droplet of her secretion drip forth from her with every pulse. She's very much on the cusp of breaking too. You're both so close to orgasm that it hurts.

You cautiously remove your cock from between her buttocks, and position it gently on the outside of her vagina. No penetration, but just brushing against it. Just to let her know it's there.

You draw breath to ask if she's okay with you going inside her, but the moment your cock touches her, she hungrily drives her whole lower body into it, giving you the answer you wanted before you could even put words to them. The warm, wet act of sliding into her urges a gasp from you, that involuntarily becomes a loud moan as you exhale.

The very feeling of being inside Maud sends you hurtling towards the point of no return. As such, you get straight into the action while you still can. Your spanking hoof grabs a firm hold of her flank, steadying yourself as you thrust harder and deeper into her. The hoof with her tail still wrapped around it gives it the occasional sharp tug in time with your thrusting.

Maud herself is still pressed into the pillow, her yells stopping only to raise her head, take a breath, then resume her shrill song of exhilaration. Inside her, you can feel her fluids flowing at full force, coating your shaft with more and more lubrication.

You try to yourself hold back for longer, you truly do, but the sexual thrill overwhelms you and finally breaks your resolve. Thrusting as much as you can with what little time you have left, you stop trying to hold back, and give in to your natural instincts. The climax hits you so hard you flinch as it strikes. Your seed bursts forth again and again as your senses ring out in bliss.

Maud's cries of pleasure finally die down to soft moans of relief. With a shiver of satisfaction, the blissful orgasm becomes a warm afterglow, you finally pull your spent self out of her. As soon as you're out, she collapses onto the mattress and rolls over to face you. Despite her usual enigmatic expression, Maud's face is blushing a deep red. At first you reasonably assume it's an afterglow, until the look in her eyes reveals it to be more like embarrassment.

"Um. Wow." Maud's voice had returned to its original monotone style. "I was not expecting myself to be so vocal back there. That usually doesn't happen. I suppose I lost control. Sorry if that was rather loud. Hopefully the pillows muffled it enough."

"No need to apologise for having a good time," you tenderly lower yourself over her, not in a sensual way, but in a comforting sense. Admittedly, Maud wasn't your first mare who enjoyed the rougher side of romance. As such, you know how important the concept of aftercare is. "Your flank doesn't hurt too much, does it? I know I was pulling your tail pretty hard..."

Maud's forehooves rise to wrap around your shoulders. You lie there with her below you, enjoying the respite together. "Actually I've never had anypony - or donkey - try that sort of thing before. I liked it a lot more than I thought I would."

You give her a calm smile, glad that she enjoyed herself. You took a risk with the rowdier approach, but it was clear she could take it. Better yet, she enjoyed it. Without another word, you go in to complete the hug. To your surprise, Maud subtly moves her head upwards, causing her lips to meet your own. There's no tongue this time; just the shared embrace of two beings who enjoyed each other's company. In time, the kiss breaks, and Maud's head rests upon your chest. You lie back in your pillow, contented and happy, as you both slip into a pleasant slumber.