Slip Stream had never felt so exhausted in her life. She had just survived several days filled to the brim with stuffy meetings, traveling back and forth across what felt like the entirety of Equestria in order to shake hooves with investors, checking up on several labs developing ever-more efficient kinds of fuels to use on their planes, and smiling for the cameras as a new terminal was opened in Saddle Arabia.
She could barely keep herself aloft as she flew home from her Las Pegasus office. She knew that she could have taken the company car back to her lofty apartment, with plush cushions cradling her rump, a glass of champagne in hoof, and the least chatty chauffeur in all of Equestria letting her relax in blissful silence. But tonight she wanted, no, needed, to fly home on her own two wings. After seemingly countless hours of sitting in stagnant board rooms all week, she had been craving the feeling of the icy wind brushing against her face. Flying from one continent to another in a matter of hours was nice, but it was still nothing compared to stretching out your wings and taking to the sky by your own muscles.
The Las Pegasus lights shone brightly underneath her. A thousand flickering bulbs keeping the city alive at all hours of the day. Flashing signs drawing in every kind of pony to indulge in their vices for the evening. Whether that was chancing their luck at the dice table, gorging themselves on expensive cuisine, drowning their sorrows at the bottom of a bottle of whiskey, or spending the evening wrapped in the embrace of one of the city’s many available callmares. Slip had seen it all. Hell, she’d engaged in more than her own fair share of it. But after having spent so much of her life surrounded by those tempting lights and bustling streets, Slip Stream was wise to their siren’s call.
All that she wanted these days was a quiet night, laying on her sofa, her favorite quilt wrapped over her body, a large container of ice cream in her arms, and a marathon of Yay or Neigh: Dress Dilemma playing on her unnecessarily large television. Maybe bringing home the occasional stallion escort for those particularly lonely nights. However, tonight, she was too exhausted to do much more than collapse into bed and sleep like the dead.
Up ahead, drawing closer with each flap of her wings, was her apartment building. Decked out in its own twinkling lights with a gorgeous fountain constantly firing jets of water into the air that were illuminated by bright, multicolored spotlights, The Bitagio drew her in like a moth to flame. The insides of which promised her all of the luxury and pampering that she could ever afford and then some.
Slip Stream began to descend as she drew closer to the building. She could certainly fly up onto the awning of her penthouse and let herself in from there, but she needed to talk with the front desk before she could settle herself in for the night.
Landing on the clean pavement in front of the expensive apartment complex Slip gave her wings one final stretch before pulling them in to her sides.
The doorman, greeted her with a beaming smile, showing off rows of pearly white teeth. “Good evening, Ms. Stream. It’s been quite a few days since you were off.”
“It felt like far longer than just a few days,” she offered back, giving him her own polite smile. “Thankfully, EquestriAero will be able to take care of itself for the next few days, so you’ll likely be seeing a little bit more of me.”
“Some much deserved rest, I’m certain, Ms. Stream.” He offered as he opened the heavy glass door for her and bowed his head.
Stepping into the lobby of The Bitagio was a bit like stepping into the palace of the Equestrian royalty. The spotless marble floor shone with the soft light from the overhanging chandelier. Thick gold and maroon carpets adorned the floors and cushioned Slip’s steps as she walked past the ornate fountain that stood guard in the center of the large reception area. The aroma of vanilla hung thickly in the air alongside the sound of trickling water and quiet laughter from the bar as the complex’s occupants settled themselves in for the evening.
The receptionist looked up at the buisnessmare as she approached and greeted her with her own brilliant smile. “Welcome back, Ms. Stream. I hope everything went well for you on your business trip.”
“Everything went just fine, Sunny.” Slip responded, reaching into the breast pocket of her business suit and pulling out her wallet. “The rates haven’t gone up while I’ve been out, I hope?” She said as she pulled out a check and began filling it in.
“No ma’am, everything is just as you left it,” the cheery unicorn mare replied as she typed Slip’s payment into the desktop.
“I do have a special request for tonight…” the fire maned pegasus began as she handed over the check.
“Would you like for us to call somepony in from The Stable?” Sunny asked, taking the slip of paper from Slip’s hoof. “I heard they just brought in some fresh new stallions who need a little bit of ‘breaking in’ if you’re interested.”
Slip Stream gave a chuckle, “No, I don’t think I’ll be needing any company tonight. Could you please be sure to not transfer any calls made to my apartment this evening and take down any messages? I’ve spent the past four days at work, and I’ll be damned if it’s going to follow me home on my weekend off.”
“Absolutely ma’am. Would you also like us to hold off any visitors for the night?”
“Yes, please. I think I’d like to avoid speaking with anypony unnecessary.”
“Very good ma’am. Your night shall remain undisturbed.”
Slip nodded in satisfaction and, after thanking the receptionist, began to walk over towards the elevator, her mind already 50 stories up and lying in bed when Sunny’s voice came chasing after her. “Ms. Stream…” When Slip looked over her shoulder, the amber pegasus’ smile had dropped somewhat and she seemed to be having a hard time meeting Slip Stream’s eyes. “Would that also be including Mr. Vee, ma’am?”
Slip’s body immediately stiffened at the mentioning of her ex-coltfriend, his breath catching in her throat for a moment. Sunny’s face still had that smile offered by all employees of The Bitagio, but her eyes were apologetic. She, as well as all of the other ponies working at the grand apartment complex, knew how uncomfortable that the mentioning of Saturn Vee was to their most prized tenant, and so they avoided the subject entirely unless completely necessary.
After a minute, Slip gave the fidgeting mare a small, tired smile, “Yes, you can send him up if you need to when he arrives, that would be fine.” She could hear the yellow receptionist give a quiet sigh of relief as she turned back around and resumed her walk towards the elevator.
The attendant greeted her with a small bow of her head, “Ms. Stream. I hope you are feeling well.” The gray mare said, pressing the call button for the elevator. Slip watched as the digital counter above the door began counting backwards from eighteen.
“Just the usual aches and pains from another long week of meetings.” she responded with a humorless chuckle.
“I’m sorry to hear that, ma’am. Would you perhaps like some company on your way up to your penthouse? An ear to listen to your troubles?” the suited pegasus asked as the silver doors opened and Slip stepped inside.
“No thank you, Ms. Glade, but I do appreciate the offer.” Slip pressed the button for the 50th floor and flashed the concerned looking mare a smile before the doors closed between them.
Slip maintained that smile until she heard the doors lock themselves into position with a low hiss and felt the metal box begin to rise; then she let out a low groan and leaned against the cool, wood-paneled wall.
She hadn’t thought it possible to feel more exhausted than she had when she left work that evening, and yet there it was, creeping from some hidden recess in her soul to spread across her small frame. She closed her eyes and sighed. How could she forget that Saturn would be coming today?
It was the second Friday of the month. This was the weekend that he would come and steal Perigee away from her to that wretched trailer of his. That horridly rusted heap of scrap that isolated itself as far from Las Pegasus as Saturn could afford to run. With crushed cans of booze and jagged pieces of metal scattered all around the property. She knew that her ex-coltfriend dealt with all kinds of...unsavory characters, because if he wanted to keep the lights on, he couldn’t afford to say no.
He would take him away from her, and try to infect his young mind with all of that toxic animosity for her that he had allowed to fester for years and...Slip stopped herself and took a deep breath. She couldn’t allow herself to think that way. It had been her suggestion, after-all, that Perigee spend more regular time with his father. He couldn’t spend his entire youth having only her as somepony to lean on. A colt needs his father just as much as a filly needs her mother.
But still, she always dreaded when this time of the month came around. The apartment got so quiet that you could hear a single Boop-o-Roop drop on the carpet. The entire penthouse felt so still and empty without his bubbly energy to fill the entire floor. She would wake up on those mornings and, for a moment, wonder why she couldn’t hear him scampering across the kitchen, or talking with his friend Diz over his computer, or the sounds of his cartoons coming from the living room.
On those weekends, she was struck by a kind of all-encompassing loneliness that kept her in bed until the early hours of the afternoon. When she did finally slide herself out from between her plush covers, she’d spend her day aimlessly flipping through the Netflank queue until she landed on something she’d already watched a hundred times over, curled up on the couch, and watched as the brave stallion William saved the Princess Buttercup for the hundred and first time.
Also, Slip Stream had been looking forward to spending time with her son this weekend. She’d promised Perigee this past Hearth’s Warming that she would be spending more time at home with him. Last year she had found herself trapped at the office more often than she could make time to be with her energetic son. And yet just two weeks into the New Year she had already begun to renege on that promise. She’d done her best to keep up with Perigee through video calls in between meetings, but it wasn’t the same. She wanted to spend these last few years with her darling son before he flew away to college and left the apartment empty and lonely. Before he found some mare to settle down with and have foals of his own. Before he didn’t need her anymore.
She knew that she had more than enough power and money that, if she wanted to, she could stop Saturn from ever seeing Perigee again. She could keep her sweet baby boy all to herself. Keep him safe from that alcoholic, gasoline huffing, floozy humping motherbucker, who had flown out of his life when he was just a foal. Had left her, to not only build her company from the ground-up by herself, but to also raise their foal. Keep him from listening to the venom that dripped from every sarcastic word that left her ex’s mouth as he tried to poison her own son against her.
She sighed and pressed her forehead against the elevator wall, trying to tamp down the anger that she felt surging into her. Slip knew that she could never do it. Perigee loved his father just as much as he loved her. He never held it against Saturn that he’d walked out on them. It would break his heart if he wasn’t allowed to see his own father until he was old enough to leave her. He would spend those years bitter at her for tearing the two of them apart. His sweet mind growing to resent her more and more each day until he left…and never came back.
Leaving her alone with her mistakes once again.
She couldn’t bring herself to do something so harsh to Saturn either. No matter how much vitriol and hatred he spat at her whenever they found themselves within hearing distance of one another, she knew he didn’t deserve something so cruel. After all, it was her fault that he’d left in the first place.
Sighing, Slip Stream unbuttoned the collar of her shirt and stared at her sad reflection in the elevator mirror. Perhaps she would have Sunny call up a stallion from The Stable after all. This had quickly turned into the kind of evening where she would be eagerly welcoming of bringing company into her bed.
Hell, maybe she’d indulge herself this evening and order in two stallions to help relieve her of her stress. A pair of young and virile unicorns should do the trick. That magic of theirs had ways of hitting those truly tension relieving spots that no other kind of pony was capable of.
She could already imagine the feeling of a pair of strong hooves working their way down her back. Pressing and kneading into her tense muscles, slowly unraveling those tight knots at the base of her wings. The feathery appendages gave an involuntary flutter as Slip envisioned one of those muscular studs delicately preening her wings. Softly picking out the dirt and straightening out her feathers, occasionally nibbling and licking his way up and down the length of the wing, forcing wanting moans and little begging whimpers from her. The tension melting from her body until she was reduced into a loose pile of mare. Then they would really start to work her over.
Slip hadn’t noticed that her tail had begun to excitedly swish itself from side to side as the elevator signaled its arrival onto the penthouse floor of the apartment complex. One of her back legs was trembling a little bit and she had to take a few long and deep breaths to calm herself before she swiped her keycard against the elevator’s electronic lock. It had been a while since she had last called for an escort to come and help her forget her woes for the night, but she still had to wait for Perigee to be safely away from the apartment before she would call Sunny to have them sent over.
The doors to the lofty penthouse slid open and Slip put on her best smile before stepping inside. “Perigee, Mommy’s home!” she called out into the cavernous apartment. Pausing for a moment to listen for any kind of reply, Slip was only greeted by echoing silence. “Perigee?” she called again, walking past the living room towards the kitchen. It was possible that her son simply hadn’t heard her, his room being furthest from the front door.
As she walked through the kitchen, she noticed a piece of paper sitting on the counter next to an overturned can of soda. With a bemused scoff, she tossed the empty can into their recycling bin and picked up the note.
Mom,
Diz and I went out to go check out the new air and space exhibit that opened up near The Lotus Casino. I heard that they have moon rocks on display that we can touch. Be back soon.
Love, Gee
P.S. I left my report card on the counter. Could you please sign it?
Slip’s eyes scanned over the note a second and third time before she placed it back down with a sigh. She wouldn’t get to spend any time with Perigee before he would leave for the weekend. When she picked up her son’s report card she still couldn’t help but give a grin. Mostly A’s with two low B’s in English and Art class. He took so much after his father.
Signing the report card, she tossed it back onto the counter and strolled back into the living room. Collapsing onto the thick sofa, Slip wondered about what she should do while waiting for her son to return, and for his father to come and pick him up. Her mind flicked back to the idea of having those two strapping stallions taking care of her for the evening and she began to chew on her lower lip.
Her imagination returned her to that place in which her lovely unicorn escorts for the night would spend long, heavenly minutes dotting on her; taking their time to make sure that she had been properly relaxed. Massaging generous helpings of mint-scented relaxant into her taut nerves, loosening them and releasing her from her stressful prison. She would be laying on her back, resting against the firm, broad chest of an ivory colored stud as his hooves gently brushed themselves through her chest fluff, occasionally moving to lightly trace along the edges of her fully erect wings while they lightly flapped against him. She could feel his rough tongue licking up the length of her left ear; ending in a crisp bite at the very tip of it with each upstroke, causing it to flick and twitch uncontrollably.
Slip had enough awareness of her body to feel her hind legs rubbing against one another, her marehood slowly beginning to heat up as she dove into her salacious fantasies. Her eyes glanced over at the digital clock attached to the DVD player under the TV. Half past seven. There was probably still plenty of time until Perigee got home. Still chewing on her lip, Slip rolled onto her back and closed her eyes, slowly spreading her back legs. There wouldn’t be any harm in warming herself up a little bit before her studs came to take care of her for the night.
Letting her hoof drag itself slowly down her toned stomach, she let her mind take her back to that relaxed state. While one of her stallions was attending himself to her upper half, the other one was making sure that the lower parts of her body were being taken care of as well. His muzzle was pressing itself lovingly into her leg, just beneath her inner thigh, placing little teasing pecks against the soft fur as his hooves massaged their way up and down her hind leg.
Slip shuddered as the tip of her hoof slowly circled around one of her nipples on its descent towards her dampening slit. Sweat was forming on her brow and her hips slightly bucked off of the couch as she drew ever closer to that growing heat.
A low whimper escaped her lips as the stallion worshipping her leg looked up at her with deep indigo eyes. Eyes that bored into her soul. Eyes that told her that he could draw out every secret she ever held from her lips with just a brush of his hoof. His kisses were moving themselves higher up her leg, pressing themselves ever more firmly into the soft, sensitive flesh of her inner thigh. Slip couldn’t help but gasp as his tongue snaked out and gave a long, sensuous lick, just inches beneath her now dripping pussy. His gaze never leaving her face. His torturous pecks and nibbles causing her breath to catch in her throat. That little tuft of fur on his chin seeming to ever-so-slightly tickle her as his muzzle hung a mere inch away from the font of her desires.
In her mind’s eye, she placed a hoof onto the back of his head, feeling his thick, dark blue mane as she attempted to press him onwards. She could swear that she felt his hot breath brushing against her twitching lips as he held himself back from her. In those deep red eyes, she could see something more than just desire. She could see an insatiable lust. A desire to claim her, body and soul, and never relinquish what he had taken.
And she would give it all to him.
The stallion underneath her was huffing into her ear. Hot and heavy gusts rippling through her long mane. She could feel him slip out of his sheathe, the thick, hot phallus pressing tightly against her back. His strong hips bucking to slide the fat piece of meat against her. Leaving sticky streaks of his desire matted against her fur. His hooves reaching down to play with her sensitive teats. She could feel all of these things happening to her, but her eyes were still on the pegasus holding himself between her legs.
In some distant place she heard her own voice whimper “Please.” And with that the stallion drove his mouth against her, his tongue coming into contact with her winking clit just as her hoof did the same. A sonorous cry left her throat, unbidden, as she played with herself there on her couch, like some schoolfilly in heat. Her hoof moving up and down in tandem with the tongue of the stallion in her imagination as he greedily lapped at her drooling marehood. She rubbed the bulb of her clit vigorously while he took it in between his lips and suckled on it.
Her ivory stud was grunting now, his cock rubbing against her back leaving even thicker globules of precum to stain against her. She reached a hoof back and wrapped it around his muscled neck. Pulling his muzzle against her while the teal pegasus continued his feast between her hind legs.
Her hoof was absolutely soaked in her cum as it slipped and slid through her arousal. Only slowing momentarily to latch onto her slippery bud and give it a few more firm rubs. There was a name resting in her throat as her teal stallion brought her closer and closer to a finish. Those damned eyes of his pierced into her. Commanding her to say it. Telling her that he would never grant her that final release unless he heard it leave her, loud and clear. The words worked their way up from her vocal cords, across her tongue, and rested on her lips. She took a deep breath as she prepared to scream them out into the empty penthouse.
BRINGBRING BRINGBRING
Slip gasped as the sharp ringing of her apartment phone snapped her back into reality. She panted as she reoriented herself. There were no stallions there. Her mane was plastered against her forehead with sweat, some of the red strands falling into her eyes. Her chest was heaving and her clothes were hot and heavy on her body. Her hoof was still there between her legs, soiled with the fruits of her self-ministrations. A puddle of her own arousal had dripped onto the vinyl surface of the couch. Her tail was slapping and swishing itself loudly against the sofa, spreading the juices around. Her wings were at their full span, stretching achingly wide and flapping as if preparing for a takeoff. The smell of her masturbation hanging thickly in the air.
BRINGBRING BRINGBRING
Slip took a few, slow, shuddering breaths to steady herself. Trying to slow the rapid thudding of her heart. Using her clean hoof to wipe the sweat from her brow and put her mane back into some semblance of order. Her marehood throbbed and clenched at the sudden lack of attention. Ignoring the aching pulses, she reached over the armrest by her head and brought it up to her ear.
“H-Hello?”
“Hello, Ms. Stream?” It was Sunny. Her normally chipper voice had a slight tentativeness to it.
“Yes, Sunny, how may I help you?”
“I’m so sorry to bother you, Ms. Stream, but Mr. Saturn Vee is here at the front desk. He says that he’s here to pick up Perigee.”
Slip Steam bolted upright on the couch, her rump sliding in the cooling puddle of her arousal. Her eyes flew back over to the clock. 7:50 pm. How had the time passed so buckingly fast? “P-Perigee isn’t home at the moment. You can send him on up to wait for him if he’d like.” Slip was off of the couch and in her kitchen, frantically digging around in the cabinets underneath the sink.
There was some muffled talking on the other end of the line before Sunny’s voice returned, she sounded slightly apprehensive “Um, Ms. Stream, Mr. Vee says that he absolutely refuses to come up unless you can provide him with an alcoholic beverage.” There were more muffled noises and Sunny came back, “H-He insists that I emphasize that, and pardon my language, ma’am, ‘there had better be some fucking booze up there’.”
Slip closed her eyes in irritation and took a deep breath before answering, “Tell him that there is plenty for him to drink if he comes up.” Another brief pause with muffled voices.
“Alright ma’am, we’ll be sending him up shortly.”
“Thank you, Sunny.” Slip pressed the End Call button before the receptionist had a chance to respond. She emerged from underneath the sink with a bottle of scented aerosol spray and a half used roll of paper towels. It’d have to do. She had maybe a minute and a half before Saturn came stepping through that elevator door, and if he found the living room in that kind of state, he’d never allow her to hear the end of it.
Dashing back into the living room she sprayed down the sofa that had, just moments ago, been the bed of her desires. Wiping down every inch of it with thick wads of paper towel clutched tightly in her hoof. Slip made sure to soak up every drop of what she’d left on the couch before spraying the spot directly with the disinfectant and firmly wiping it down again. A cloying lemon scent was clogging up the air, but she didn’t have time to notice it as she quickly stripped off her sweaty clothes and tossed them onto the floor. Running back into the kitchen, she threw all of the incriminating towels into the trash can and pushed it as far down as it could go.
She heard the elevator give three cheerful dings, signaling that its passenger was only a few floors away from being on her floor. Scrambling back into the living room, Slip slammed the phone back onto its receiver, leaped onto the couch and used the remote to flip on the TV. The elevator door gave one loud ding just as it began to slide open. Slip barely had the time to use a back hoof to kick her clothes underneath the couch before she saw the form of her ex-coltfriend step through the doorway.
Slip put on a bored expression and pretended to focus on what was happening on the television. Some news story about the mathematics behind the level of power a unicorn possessed and their status in society. She watched Saturn from the corner of her eye as he turned his head towards the noise and grimaced at her. “Hello, Saturn.”
The disheveled pegasus only gave a grunt of acknowledgement to her greeting before hastily making his way towards the kitchen. Slip heard the sound of her refrigerator opening, followed by the sounds of glasses clinking and boxes of food being shifted around before the door closed again.
Saturn entered the living room with a bottle of Bitweiser in one hoof, and a frown on his muzzle. “With all the money you have, you could’ve at least sprang for…” he paused mid-sentence, and his grimace turned into a look of concentration, furrowing his brow as he stepped further into the room. He started sniffing the air and glancing from side to side. Slip kept her eyes turned straight forward as he approached the couch, silently praying to Celestia that he couldn’t smell any hint of her earlier activities.
“Smells like someone set off a Freshbreeze bomb in here,” he gruffly commented before dropping himself into the furthest chair from her that he could with a grunt. It took an effort of will for her not to sigh in relief.
“The cleaning staff just finished an hour ago,” she calmly replied, flipping through the channels, trying to find something that could distract the both of them.
“Oh yeah? Well you should tell em to lay off of the air spray a bit and actually clean the fucking place. That shit can’t be covering for anything good.”
Slip glanced over in his direction. His eyes were squinted and scanning her up and down. “Are you looking for something?” she asked, a hint of peevishness emerging at his examination.
“Nah, I’ve seen everything that there is to see on you and it ain’t all that great.” He said with a smirk. “You just look way more fucked up than I’d expect a mare of your prestigious position to be.”
Slip turned her attention back to the television, “It’s been a long week.”
Saturn gave a derisive snort, “A long week of what? Soaking up to your ears in champagne? Rolling on your bed of bits?”
“Contrary to what you think, it does actually take work to keep a multi-million dollar company afloat.”
“Yeah,” Saturn adjusted himself on his seat and crossed his hooves, “if you can call fucking every stallion over there at The Stable ’work’.”
Slip pursed her lips but didn’t respond.
“So where’s Gee? I was thinking about showing him what an actual job looks like this weekend.”
She didn’t bother asking what he meant by a ‘job’, considering most of Saturn’s days were comprised of laying in his lawn chair and waiting for somepony to drop off some useless piece of scrap or another that he could hock for twice its actual value. “He went out with his friend a while ago. He should be coming back soon.”
“Figures.” Saturn huffed and fell silent.
The two of them sat in quiet for a solid ten minutes. Perfectly content to ignore one another as Slip mindlessly flipped from one channel to another while Saturn drank down the beer he had commandeered from her refrigerator. Nothing particularly catching either of their attention.
Slip could feel the tension crackle in the air between them. Could feel the resentment radiating off of his very being. The very silence seemed to breathe with the essence of animosity. Saturn hated being here. He hated seeing the fruits of her labor when he had nothing. He hated that everything here could have been his.
He hated that she had taken this future away from him.
He hated that he was sitting there, in this expensive apartment, in the most expensive complex in Las Pegasus, waiting for the symbol of his downfall to arrive so that he could spend the next two days pretending to be a good father to it.
When she and Saturn had first separated, she had lived with so much regret that it had nearly ruined her. She had spent long nights sobbing into her pillow, blaming herself for driving away the stallion she had fallen head over hooves for. Blaming herself as she watched him descend further and further into ruin.
But as the years had dragged on, and her precious baby colt had grown into a young stallion, Slip had begun to notice that Saturn held her fully responsible for everything wrong with his life, and she refused to allow him to drag her down with him. And so she had thrown herself into her work; building herself up, while Saturn tried to claw her down.
She couldn’t bring herself to hate Saturn. That stallion that she had loved, body and soul, for so many years. But she couldn’t help but resent what he had become. The lazy lout that he now was, had once been her bright minded and bushy tailed Saturn Vee.
Slip could see so much of her ex-coltfriend in Perigee, in his enthusiasm and eagerness to learn and explore. And that was why she was terrified that he might one day follow in his father’s hoofsteps. Terrified that he would find a mare who would inadvertently break him the way that she had broken Saturn all those years ago...and she would be powerless to save him.
Slip knew that the time for her to pity him was long gone. That the excited, bright eyed Saturn Vee that she had known in their youth was long dead. In his place sat an angry, shattered stallion that she had been the catalyst in creating. She knew that the time for helping him had long past. To try and recover the stallion that she had fallen in love with all of those years ago was a task similar to bringing back the dead. But still, she opened her mouth to try.
“You know, Vee…” she hesitantly began, “if you need a job, I can always put in a word for you at EASA. I have a lot of connections there that can help you get a hoof in the door and…”
Saturn immediately turned to glare at her. “You’d love that, wouldn’t you?” he spat, “You’d love it if I came crawling back to beg at your hooves.” Venom dripped from his every word and Slip did her best to avoid meeting his eye. “You’d love to have another thing to hold over me. Something else to gloat about. To feel oh so important about yourself because you helped some poor stallion in need.” He scoffed, “Thanks, but no thanks. I can do without any more of your ‘help’.”
Slip flinched at the word “help”. “I’m sorry. I just thought that…”
“You thought what, exactly?!” Saturn shouted at her, “Thought that you could un-fuck up my life?! Somehow make things right by giving me what I wanted sixteen fucking years after the fact?!” He leaned forward in his seat, his red eyes filled with an unholy rage, “You think that just putting in a good word for me is going to accomplish shit at this point?! We’re well past that point now, Slip! I’m on the path of being good and fucked, thank you very fucking much.”
Saturn fell back into his seat, his glare still trying to bore holes into her, “I don’t need your help. I have everything I need right there at home.” He reached into the breast pocket of his oil stained shirt and pulled out a pack of cigarettes. “I got plenty of booze. A roof over my head. And all of the opportunity to build what I want.” Putting a cigarette in his mouth and lighting it he gave a malice filled grin at his ex-marefriend, “And I got all of the mares in the world. And ya know what? I don’t have to spend a single bit for them.” He leaned back in his seat. “How much do those boys down at The Stable run ya a night? Three hundred bits? Four hundred? Nah, you wouldn’t go for something so low end. You have all of the money in the world, after all.”
Slip tensed at this. “There’s no need to bring our sex lives into this,” she stated, trying to maintain her calm.
Saturn smirked, knowing that he’d hit a nerve. “Why not? I could smell it as soon as I walked into your cozy little fuck hut here. How many did you bring in here this week? Five or six?” He took a long drag on his smoldering cigarette and waited for her response.
The words hit Slip Stream like a bolt of lightning and she turned her head to conceal her blush. “I don’t know what you’re talking about,” she snapped back with an air of indignation.
“Oh please, Slip, you can’t lie to me. You could try to cover the smell with as much lemon puke as you want, but you can’t fool this nose.” He gave the end of his muzzle a light tap, “I can recognize the scent of you getting off from a mile away. Or did you forget how many times you let me nibble on that pretty little flower of yours.” He gave a long sniff and grinned, “Oh yeah, that shit is still strong in here. Couldn’t have been more than an hour ago.”
“Shut up, Saturn. It’s none of your business anymore.” Slip’s voice came out almost as a growl. She didn’t need to be reminded of their times together in bed. Not tonight.
The teal pegasus chuckled as he took one last drag off his cigarette and threw the butt onto the coffee table. “Oh come on, Streamy, I thought you’d want to brag about all of the dick you’re getting these days.” He crossed his arms and continued to smugly grin at her. “Come on, share all of the dirty details. What happened to that horny little mare from college that I couldn’t keep out of my bed?”
Slip tried her best to ignore him, but he just kept talking. “I bet they aren’t willing to do half of that really dirty shit that really got you off back in the day.” He leaned further back in his seat and slightly spread his legs. “I bet I could make some really good money by selling some of our stories to Playcolt magazine. I bet they’d jump all over the opportunity to hear the secret little fetishes of Las Pegasus’ richest mare.”
It was Slip’s turn to glare at him now. Wordlessly attempting to fire daggers at him from where she lay on the sofa. She was certain that Saturn wouldn’t share those stories to be printed for all of Equestria to read, but the idea of it still pissed her off. And the motherbucker was still talking.
“How are they? Big enough to satisfy you the way you like? Able to hit all of the right spots? I bet you pay extra for the big boys to come and visit.” Slip was blushing profusely, but refused to look away as Saturn smugly grinned at her. “I can remember that time in our Advanced Aerodynamic Physics class, when you pretended to drop your pencil under the lecture bench just so you could crawl over and get a mouthful.”
“Sh-Shut up…” Stream stammered as the memory came flooding back to her. Slipping down under the bench and slinking over to her, then, coltfriend. Teasing and pressing butterfly kisses against his sheathe until she’d managed to coax out the nervous stallion’s cock. How she’d lay there, licking and stroking his lanky member. Taking the long, dark shaft into her mouth as the professor droned on about velocity ratios and air resistance. Watching his leg twitch and kick as he tried to stifle his moans and avoid drawing attention to them.
Saturn had fully opened his legs now, completely revealing his dark sheath to her, meeting her glare with his own devilish smile. “Or what about that time that we snuck out over the football field during homecoming and we decided to make it rain a little bit? Remember how you had to bite down into my hoof just to stop yourself from being heard over the band?”
She could hear the sound of their alma mater playing, the cheers of the crowd egging Saturn on as he had rutted her senseless, slapping her flank over and over again. The taste of his arm as she clamped down onto it. Holding back an earth rending scream that would have had every camera at the game pointing their way. The team had won 21-6 that night, while the two of them held one another close on their soft bed of cloud.
Saturn brought a hoof down to his crotch and pantomimed jerking himself off, “Do you still like it on the face, or are you too classy for that sort of thing now?”
Her own husky moans reverberated in Slip’s ears as Saturn unleashed himself onto her waiting muzzle. Her mouth wide open and her tongue eagerly hanging out to catch every loose strand of his hot cum he shot onto her. The sticky seed messily dangling off her nose and running across her closed eyelids.
In the very edge of her vision, Slip could see that a bit of Saturn’s member was beginning to peek outside of his sheathe. He was actually getting aroused by his reminiscing. Initially shocked, Slip’s mind quickly devised a plan at how she could use this to get back at her ex-lover. She internally smiled as her plan formed, and she decided to pounce on the opportunity.
“Oh no, I don’t think I do,” she said slowly, as if trying to recall the memory, “but you know what I do remember?” She smirked back at him, “I remember a certain somepony being so afraid that he wouldn’t be able to satisfy his marefriend in bed, that he refused to make a pass at her until well into their second semester together.”
Saturn was slightly taken aback by her sudden response, and for the moment, her appeared to be at a loss for words. She shuffled her hind legs a little bit, letting her tail seductively slide against her rump. “I remember how, on that first night, you were so concerned with every little touch and lick you gave. It was so adorable to watch you try and be the gentlecolt who finished last, and how much you apologized afterwards when you didn’t make it.”
Now it was Saturn’s turn to scowl while Slip brought up the past. “How about that time that we went to the fly-in theatre and you begged me to give you a hoofjob during the finale of Space Wars?” Slip giggled a little bit, bringing a hoof up to slightly cover the smile, “I can still remember the look on your face when you blew your load right as the Death Moon exploded. Who knew that my little Saturn was such a dork?”
Saturn was blushing and his arms had crossed defensively against his chest once again, but that wasn’t what mattered. What mattered was that Saturn’s “rocket” was really beginning to take lift off. It was time for the finishing touch.
Slip brought her voice to a low whisper, “Most of all, I remember a horny little colt who couldn’t take his eyes off of my flank if his life had depended on it.” She shifted her position on the sofa to grant Saturn a better view of her ample rump. He was really heated now, both his arms and his legs crossed. But he couldn’t hide himself from her. She could still see him slowly extending further and further from his sheathe. Slip Stream watched as his eyes flicked over to her flank while she tantalizingly swished her tail back and forth, granting him fleeting peeks at her swollen lower lips.
“And you know what?” She began, “Later tonight, after you’ve taken Perigee and gone, I’m going to call up The Stable and have them send two of their most expensive escorts for the evening.” She watched as a bead of sweat ran down Saturn’s forehead, his eyes still fixated on her ass and the prize being revealed every few seconds.
She moved her tail to the side completely and gave him a quick wink, “And the three of us are going to fuck until we’re all dry. We’re going to fuck in every position you were too scared to try.” She smirked at him and quickly covered herself back up, “Because I don’t need to go hunting for drunk sluts when I can afford to bring Grade A dick right here to me.”
Saturn stood up quickly from his seat. He was glowering at her with all of the animosity he could muster. But it was difficult for Slip to take him seriously when his cock was swinging underneath him in all of its glory.
“I don’t want to hear about your fucking standards, when you have to call some whore house to get laid.” He growled as he strode over towards her.
Standing up herself, Slip walked his direction as well. “What’s the matter? Don’t like to hear about how your ex is getting regularly rammed by the hottest studs in town?”
“At least I don’t have to worry about hiding the mares I’m fucking from Perigee. You think he doesn’t know his mom is calling in stallions from across town just to get a quick buck?”
Anger flared in Slip’s mind. Bringing Perigee into this had been a step too far. “And I can at least remember more than half of the times I’ve gotten laid. Your boozed up mind probably can’t even remember if you lasted one minute or two.”
“Stallions must find it hard to actually get off with you, considering you’re such a dead fish in the sack! Even back then, you let everypony around you do all the work while you soaked in all of the rewards!”
“The mares you take to bed probably all wake up in the morning wondering how such a limp dicked asshole like you ever could’ve talked them into the worst night of their life in the first place!”
They were now face to face. Their eyes met, locked into a contest of will at who would back down first. The very air which separated the two by mere inches sparked with their determination; an immovable resolution clashing with an unstoppable fury. From this distance, she could smell the stale alcohol on his breath as the ashy scent of cigarettes mixed heavily with the tension that quickly filled the room.
“You are a life ruining bitch!”
“You are a pity mongering asshole!”
“Slut!”
“Whiskey dick!”
Slip couldn’t be certain when their muzzles had clashed together. She would never be able to tell who had engaged it. All that she knew was that in one moment they had been screaming obscenities at one another, and the next their tongues were entangled in a life-or-death struggle. Their hooves gripping around one another’s necks, frantically pulling each other deeper into their furious necking.
They separated for a moment to glare into each-other’s eyes. What was there certainly wasn’t love. What there was, was the desire to take out years of bubbling frustration out on one another. To take every single shred of rage, misery, and regret stored up over the past sixteen years, and use it to fuck each-other’s brains out in one night that they both hoped they would regret.
In an instant the two of them reconnected. Their passionate kissing punctuated by deep moans and light gasps from each party. Slip could feel Saturn’s erection pressing hotly between them as she pressed her body against his. The pulsing piece of meat grinding agonizingly against her stomach as they shoved one another towards the couch. Her slim form fitting perfectly into the curve of his barrel.
“You wanna fuckin’ play? Alright, we’ll play,” he growled down at her, giving her a rough shove towards the plush cushions. Slip gripped tightly onto his neck as she fell back, twisting him around mid-fall.
When the two of them finally landed on the sofa, Slip managed to land on top. Saturn was sitting upright with the businessmare straddling against one of his legs. Her hoof slipped down against his chest until it wrapped itself around the thick cock pressed between them. She could feel her marehood begin to reheat itself in anticipation of the stallionhood being driven into her. Her juices already beginning to wet down his dark blue fur as she ground herself against his hind leg. Impassioned little squeaks escaping from her mouth as her engorged lips slightly spread and rubbed against his coarse fur.
She gripped at the base of his grease stained shirt and furiously tugged upwards. Stripping the last vestiges of their physical separation over his head and throwing it carelessly onto the floor. Their chest fluffs pressing and rubbing against one another. Smothering his long, hard stallionhood in the warm entanglement of their fur.
Her hoof was stroking up and down the upper length of Saturn’s pulsing erection, reacquainting itself with the once familiar equipment. The red hot shaft of meat throbbing in her hoof while she slowly worked her way down to the base. He was already leaking precum onto her chest as she rubbed her thick chest-fluff against his flare; relishing in the needy moans that he unleashed into her mouth while their tongues continued their slippery dance.
Reaching the base of his cock was a long process, the length of his shaft coming to nearly match the entirety of her arm. His medial ring rubbing against her arm while she brought her hoof further and further down. When she finally reached the base she gave it a few quick strokes, feeling the length bounce against her, lightly dabbing her beige fur with the evidence of his arousal.
When Slip pulled back from their kiss to look into Saturn’s deep, red eyes, a thick line of spit bridged their tongues together. Their huffing breaths washed over one another’s cheeks. She smirked at the wanting look on his face, “So, are you gonna bitch out like the little colt that you are, or are you gonna be a stud for once and give it to me?”
Saturn chucked deviously, his hoof coming down to squeeze against her plump ass, “Always with your damn mouth, why don’t you show me how it’s done. If you can handle it.”
Slip dove back into him, but instead of returning to the warm press of his lips, she latched onto his neck, gently biting into the soft flesh and drawing a low groan from the stallion. She brought her lips further down and placed a kiss against his collar, beginning to lose herself in his scent. She lowered herself further, placing another kiss against his chest, letting the head of his cock brush slightly against her chin. Then pressing her lips against the underside of his flare. His breath hitching, as the fire-maned mare graced the edge of his cockhead with a long and sensuous lick.
She began leaving a long trail of kisses leading down the underside of his shaft, slowly sliding herself backwards against his leg until she felt ass make contact with the thick carpeting of the floor. Her muzzle now buried into the very base of his cock, pressed firmly in the space between his thick shaft, and his heavy, cum laden balls.
Slip’s mind went numb as the intoxicating aroma of his musk filled her nostrils and wrapped itself around her brain. Her tongue rolled from her mouth and her eyes rolled back in her head while she took long, deep breaths. Making sure to absorb as much of the addictive scent as she could.
She had always loved this smell. It had changed somewhat in their sixteen years of separation, tinged with the bitter tang of alcohol and oil, but it was still his. A scent that she had spent long minutes in their bed worshipping during those lost college years. Saturn’s hoof lovingly brushing through her mane as she drank her fill of him. She began to rub her muzzle up and down the base of his dark cock. Letting her tongue drag itself against the thick bottom and paint him with her gleaming saliva. Husky moans coming unbidden from her throat as she worshipped at his alter. The obelisk of his stallionhood towering over her as she pressed herself firmly against him.
Saturn chuckled overhead as she licked and rubbed herself against him. “You should see yourself right now. Who would have thought that such an important mare would get herself off by bowing down to her ex’s cock?” He leaned back and smirked down at her, placing a hoof on the back of her head as she continued to imbibe in his musk, unheeding to his snarky remarks. “Why don’t you get up here and we can put that mouth of yours to some actual use.”
Slip whimpered as he placed his hoof beneath her chin and began to raise her back upwards. Her tongue still lapping out to rub against every available inch of him that she could. She looked up into his eyes as he brought her back up to his flare. Those eyes looked down on her with a near sadistic glee. He finally had one over her. He was the one in control. He was on top and she was on bottom.
The hoof on the back of her mane pressed her forward, and the end of her snout subbed into the sticky layer of pre that he was leaking. Her tongue snaking out to lick at the dribbling fluid. She opened her mouth and allowed the wide head to slide into the warm cavern of her mouth. Closing her eyes, Slip lowered herself down, feeling the pulsing flare slide deeper into her mouth. Relishing in the sounds of Saturn’s quiet moans and low ah’s as she took him in. Her tongue gliding around the rim of the head, gently flitting and teasing along the edges of his cock slit.
She hummed around him as the salty taste of his precum filling her mouth caused her to drool. Sliding more and more of the twitching phallus into her mouth, slowly twisting her head from side to side and giving a few quick bobs of her head with every inch she took in. Her hoof still slowly working up and down the rest of his meaty shaft, coaxing him to give her more and more of his nectar.
Choking slightly as the head of his lanky member began to enter her throat, Slip cracked open an eye and looked up into Saturn’s face. Sweat was beading on his forehead, and his gaze was locked unwaveringly onto her. She could see the blush burning through his aquamarine coat and his chest was heaving with each heavy breath he released.
Settling herself down, Slip braced herself as she rammed her head forward, cramming a quarter of Saturn’s cock down her throat in a single gulp. She smiled around him as he released a broken cry of ecstasy, her throat convulsing and gripping tightly around the hot pole of meat sliding down her gullet.
Slip began to eagerly slide her mouth up and down Saturn’s stallionhood, taking a little bit more in with every downthrust, her throat making dirty little wet gluck gluck sounds, until she reached his ring. There she stopped and held him in place, humming contentedly while Saturn’s legs bucked and his hips thrust upwards. His hoof was tightly gripping the back of her head. The groans he released were like music to Slip’s ears.
Slowly pulling her head back, Slip allowed the throbbing stallionhood to slide out of her throat until only the flare remained in her mouth. Then she released that with a wet pop and a loud gasp for air. After a few moments of coughing, Slip Stream smirked up at her ex-coltfirend. “Bet you don’t get that from every floozy at the bar.”
Saturn grinned down at her, “Please, you barely made it a little over halfway. The Slip I knew could have taken it all down and then some.” Quick as a flash, the horny stallion reached down, grabbed Slip by the hoof, and yanked her back up onto the sofa, rolling her onto her back with a loud EEP. Her forehooves meekly pulled up to her chest and her sweaty mane falling across her eyes. His face was upside down as he smiled devilishly down at the panting mare. “Now, let’s see if we can get that old Slip back in action, shall we?”
With that he began to crawl over her body, placing teasing little kisses against her chest and stomach. It wasn’t long before Saturn’s twitching erection emerged into view, still sleek with the saliva she’d left coating it. Leaning her head back, Slip opened her mouth as the tip began to reach her muzzle. As Saturn continued his slow forward pace, more and more of his penis slid into her mouth, her tongue guiding it and urging him to give her more of the red hot stallionhood.
He paused for a moment when he reached her teats. She could feel his breath washing against the soft mounds as he inspected them. The only things she heard was a light chuckle, before he began to nibble on one of the erect nipples. Slip’s back arched off of the cushions and she gave a soft wail around his shaft as the smug pegasus rolled the sensitive nub in between his teeth, gently suckling and tugging on it. Her hips flailed and rolled upwards as he moved from one breast to another, circling the dark areolas with his tongue before leaving each one with a crisp bite.
Slip was huffing through her nose as his attentions moved further down her body. Her drooling pussy clenching and throbbing for somepony to take care of it. The closer Saturn drew to that ever flowing wellspring of her arousal, the more of him slipped into her mouth. He had already pushed well into her mouth and was sliding ever deeper into the convulsing sleeve of her throat, occasionally bucking his hips to slip in just a little further. Her tongue slid up and down every inch of his shaft that he granted her, trying to desperately pull in more of him.
Suddenly, his medial ring bumped into her snout and her eyes widened. Her mouth expanded even further as he continued his onward march, the thick ring passing her lips, sliding along her tongue, and coming to a halt just at the entrance of her gagging throat. There, dangling just before her eyes, was his pendulous ballsack. She could smell him again. His thick musk radiating off of the hanging orbs. Drool slipped from the corners of her mouth as she moaned and leaned upwards, nuzzling her face back into the dark flesh of his sack.
That was when Saturn began to thrust.
Slowly at first. Drawing his hips back just a little bit before pushing himself back into her fully. His testicles only bumping into her nose softly before he drew back again. But with each thrust back into the moist, heavenly warmth of her mouth, Saturn’s patience grew thinner and thinner. Soon he began to lose control of his thrusts, trying to take out more of himself with each withdraw and slam back into her.
Slip couldn’t even think straight. Her mind was lost in the feeling of his cock pulling back and forth into her throat. Each reentry causing her to choke and a little bit of spittle to fly out from the edges of her mouth. She couldn’t even be bothered to care. She was too busy trying to breathe in as deeply as possible each time his sack slapped back against her muzzle. She was drunk on the feeling of him using her mouth for his own pleasure. She swallowed with each thrust back into her throat, still using her tongue to frantically massage every part of him that the pink appendage could reach. Running along bulging veins, and wrapping itself around every inch that he granted her.
Her eyes widened as she felt his own tongue begin to lap at her sopping treasure. Slipping up and down the twitching folds of her lips while his hips continued to pound his cock into her mouth. He was lapping at her like a dog left out in the sun. The sounds of his sloppy slurping punctuated by each crude slap his testes made against her face, and every wet sucking sounds she made as she continued to blow the glorious cock fucking her throat.
His tongue dove past her lips and she bucked her hips upward as she felt the wiggling appendage rub against her insides. Squirming around, testing each and every nerve possible to draw the most reaction from her. When his tongue finally found her rapidly winking clitoris, if Slip had been capable of screaming she would have. He latched onto the engorged bulb and sucked on it like a stallion possessed, lightly brushing his teeth against it and rolling it around and around with his tongue.
Not to be outdone, Slip redoubled her efforts, sucking on the girthy length, lightly bobbing her head, craning her neck back to allow him smoother access to her and moaning around his cock.
She could feel the tenseness building up in him the longer they went. The shuddering and kicking of his back leg telling her that her stallion’s end was drawing near. She moaned around him and closed her eyes, focusing all of her efforts into getting Saturn to cum for her. The way his tongue was digging deep into her driving her towards her own breaking point.
Saturn’s breaths turned into strained snorts, and his humping became a full on face-fucking. More saliva mixed with his precum staining the edges of her mouth with every animalistic thrust he hammered into her throat. Slip could feel him tense as his balls drew up towards him and she closed her eyes, waiting for him to fill her stomach with all of his pent up cum.
She gave an unhappy whine as Saturn fully withdrew himself from her mouth in one smooth pull and his cock came slapping against her face, but the sound was soon replaced by one long, horny moan as he unloaded himself onto her.
Slip was certain that the ponies on the next floor must have heard the thunderous groan Saturn gave, but couldn’t find it in herself to give a fuck as the first heavenly strands of his cum began to splatter against her heaving stomach. She could feel his warm semen streak itself against her underside, matting her frazzled fur against her body. He shot long sticky strand after long sticky strand onto her belly and she squealed as she felt her own climax arrive.
As Saturn marked her as his own by coating her stomach with his seed, she proceeded to drench his muzzle with her own marecum. Squirting her juices into his mouth where he greedily drank of her, his tongue still working into her, dragging the electric sensations out longer and longer. She writhed beneath him and cried out as he lightly bit into her clit and gave it one last tug, pulling another squirt of her marecum from her. Slip’s hooves were sliding up and down her stomach, working to rub the sticky mess further into her fur. Feeling the incredible high of being his dirty little mare, soaked in his cum and ready for more. Her back hooves were trembling, and her breaths could only come out in shallow pants.
Her eyes lazily followed Saturn’s back legs as he turned himself back over her. The massive dick that she’d just worked to completion dwindling, but not completely gone. The flare dragged across her muzzle when he turned, leaving a sticky trail of spit and cum against her in its wake.
Saturn’s face entered her field of vision after a moment; she could only stare up at the smug grin plastered on his muzzle. “You should see yourself right now. I’ve fucked mares hammered out of their skulls who weren’t half as dirty as you are.”
Heat rushed into Slip’s face. She hadn’t realized how badly she needed this. How much she’d needed to spend an evening being degraded and defiled in order to release that ever mounting tension. How much she’d needed Saturn to be the stallion to grant her this release. His cock rubbed itself against her still dripping marehood and she released a light whimper as the hot shaft ground itself against her soaked lips.
“But this still isn’t that old Slip that I knew.” He grabbed her side and rolled the cum stained mare onto her stomach, an unbidden squeal passing through her lips as his hoof roughly connected with her flank, filling the sex-laden air with a sharp SMACK. She could feel him lean over her, his cock rubbing against her ass as his muzzle came to her ear. “I wanna see if that little pussy of yours is just as good as I remember,” he growled into her ear.
She craned her neck back and looked him in the eye, “Just shut up and fuck me already, asshole.”
His rough tongue dragged itself against her right ear, her body giving a violent shiver of arousal as his hoof once again came down to punish her reddening flank. She squirmed under him while he nibbled at the back of her neck, his nose snuffling through her mane, his lusty growls punctuated by several more slaps against her ass.
Her pussy was pulsing with desire as he mercilessly punished her. Her clit furiously winking against her will and her sopping lips squirting a little more of her juices onto the couch with each downswing of his hoof.
With one final slap, Saturn rested his hoof onto her sensitive haunch and pulled upwards, lifting her rump into the air, her tailing swinging back and forth, flicking little droplets of her arousal onto both him and the floor.
Then suddenly, there he was, his long cock resting against her undercarriage, stretching its way across her stomach, resting in between her still sensitive teats. She could feel it pulse with his heartbeat; the twitching and bouncing against her telling Slip that he was more than ready for another round with her.
Saturn ground himself against her. She could feel the bulge of his medial ring as it parted her lower lips and ground against the exposed nub of her clit. Slip could do nothing but whimper and squirm as he ruthlessly teased her. “Saturn, please,” she whined back at him, her hips pushing her needy cunt against his searing flesh, “it’s been so long. Please don’t make me wait any more.”
Her pleas were granted as Saturn gave his length one more long pull against her dripping pussy and rested his head against her entrance. Slip whimpered pathetically as she desperately attempted to clench onto him, to somehow draw him into her depths and quench the roaring flame of her desire. To have him take her again and again and leave her as a drooling mess for anypony to find. To have him take out years of built up anger and frustration on her needy little cunt and baptize her in his lust.
Saturn ended the need for any further begging as he granted her wish, spearing a third of his considerable length into clenching depths in one rough thrust, Slip releasing a howling wail as the hot meat ground itself against her walls. She could feel herself squirt a little onto his length as her insides stretched to accommodate him; her head arching back while every inch of him ground itself against her clit on its way into her wanting caverns.
He leaned himself against her back with a grunt, granting himself more leverage to continue his long plunge into her, his head coming to rest against her shoulder. The familiar feeling of his weight upon her back bringing Slip back to a simpler time in her life. Every inch that he pushed into her not only filling her gripping snatch, but also filling her with a perverse kind of satisfaction. He was reclaiming her as his own. She could feel it in the hot air that he huffed down on her neck, in the very throbbing of each and every vein that rubbed against her inner walls.
Her cries reached a spike when his ring met her lips and he gave a hard shove in order to bury it into her. After only a few more inches of his pushing being met with her pulling, Saturn had finally bottomed himself out into her. His flare pressing tightly against her cervix. Slip wiggled herself underneath him in an effort to get more comfortable, the movement causing his member to press itself into every nerve of her gripping pussy and coaxing a soft moan from her.
Saturn barely gave her enough time to adjust to him before he began to pull out of her. She whimpered as a feeling of emptiness filled her where his cock had rested just a moment ago. But it didn’t last long because just as soon as Saturn had begun to withdraw from her, he rammed himself back home, his head mashing itself against her core. Slip couldn’t help herself when the long gasp escaped her. “S-Saturn…” she stammered. He didn’t pause to listen to what she had to say, as he began to pull himself out of her once again, taking almost half of his length with him this time, before he slammed back. The sound of his thighs making a light slapping sound as he reburied himself into her.
“Fuck me, that’s good,” Saturn groaned as her inner walls massaged him with added fervor. He was quickly picking up the pace, each reentry followed by him pulling out just as quickly, only to greedily cram himself back into her. Words had ceased to functionally leave Slip’s mouth while the dark pegasus rutted her into the sofa. Jumbled groans and half cooed sighs of approval were the only sounds that she was capable of forming as Saturn ground and pounded away at her dripping pussy.
The sound of wet slaps and deep, rumbling moans echoed around the apartment, filling every available space of air while the two ex-lovers fucked in the living room.
Slip had just begun to lose any sense of time when, suddenly, Saturn reared back, gripping her left leg and pulling it upwards with him. She could feel her pussy stretch even further as she lay there on her side, looking up at the stallion towering over her petite form. Her leg resting against his chest while he continued to jackhammer into her. She could see her sprays of arousal flying up into the air to land on his chest every time he plunged himself into her depths. She could see the deep concentration in his indigo eyes with each and every thrust he gave. Every fraction of his attention focused on her bouncing cries and her gripping pussy. She loved that she could see him while he took her again and again. Each time their hips collided a contract that they belonged to one another. Sweat was flying from his mane and landing on her face, her own frayed bits of hair dripping with the exertion of their sex.
Saturn leaned downwards and pressed their mouths together, sharing in her panting breaths. It was a tender, gentle kiss. The kind of kiss the two of them would have shared after an Advanced Aerodynamic Physics class, or high in the clouds above a completed hoofball match, or after the first time they had shared a bed with one another. The kind of kiss that she thought only existed in long buried memories. Their tongues intertwined with one another and that was what finally pushed her over the edge.
With one final cry into Saturn’s mouth, Slip came again. But instead of the flashpaper burning of her previous one that evening, this one was electric and slow, enwrapping her every nerve and muscle in that rapturous feeling of being with the one you were meant for. She could feel every hair that brushed against one another’s bodies. Feel every straining muscle in his hoof while he held her leg tightly against him. Every pounding inch of his cock as it continued its slamming into her quivering mound.
He continued his assault on her for another long minute, drawing out her orgasm to peaks she hadn’t considered possible for a mare of her age before he tensed and, finally, unloaded himself into her.
Slip could feel each drop of his hot cum splattering against her insides. Coating the walls of her pussy in his thick seed, some of it dripping out from her gaping lips onto the cushions she’d frantically cleaned earlier, and drawing one last cry from her before her head collapsed onto the sofa.
She was a panting mess. Barely able to form a coherent thought in her frazzled mind. Slip was vaguely aware of a quiet squelching sound as Saturn pulled out from her completely and she whimpered a little bit at the empty feeling that it left her with.
Feeling full and satisfied, Slip gave a small smile to herself as she felt a happy kind of exhaustion wash over her and pull her closer to the warm embrace of sleep. Maybe this wasn’t going to be such a lonely weekend after all.
A sudden slap on her tender ass caused her to yelp and wrenched Slip from her drowsy thoughts, her head snapping upwards to look at Saturn. He had a hungry gleam in his eye, and his tongue snaked from his mouth to lick his lips.
“If you think I’m fucking done with you yet, you’ve got a whole new thing coming to you, Streamy.” With that, he dove back onto her.
***
Perigee bounced on the tips of his hooves excitedly as the Bitagio’s elevator climbed swiftly upwards to his home. He was going to get to hang out with dad all weekend long. He couldn’t wait to tell him all about the cool space exhibit that he and Diz had gone to visit. They’d had to wait in line for a whole hour, but they’d both gotten to touch the genuine moon rock. The excitement of the experience was still fresh in his mind when the elevator dinged open and he dashed into the apartment.
“Mom! I’m home! Sunny said that dad’s up here and I’m packed and ready to go!” He called out into the apartment. He listened for a reply, but heard nothing. She was probably already asleep. He scrunched up his nose in annoyance. Gone for four whole days and couldn’t even stay up long enough to say goodbye when he was leaving.
Walking past the living room he paused for a moment as a peculiar scent caught his nose. It had a strong hint of lemon mixed with something else that he couldn’t quite place…but he liked it. He didn’t stop to ponder it long as his overactive brain picked up the sound of the shower going upstairs.
“Mom, you up there?!” He called as he bounded up the steps. There was a dull thud from the shared bathroom hallway and he got a little worried. “Mom, are you alright?” he asked, stepping towards the door.
His hoof had just begun to wrap itself around the knob when the door suddenly flung itself open, a gust of steam rushing against his face. Squinting in the hot air, Perigee looked up at the pony that emerged from the bathroom and smiled. “Hi, dad!” he jumped up and wrapped his hooves around Saturn Vee’s neck. His dad was wet and seemed more relaxed than he had ever seen him before. Good. That meant it’d be easier to get him to buy them pizza for breakfast tomorrow.
“Hey, squirt, how’s it hangin’?” Saturn asked, loosely wrapping a hoof around Perigee’s back before tugging his enthusiastic son off of him.
“It’s going great! Diz and I got to go see this new space exhibit, and there were actual moon rocks, and we got to see pieces of the first rockets and…”
“Whoa, whoa, whoa there, Gee. You can tell me all about it on the way to the trailer, alright? I’ve got some beers in the cooler that need to be put in the fridge before they get all warm.” Saturn turn to start walking down the hallway but Perigee called after him.
“Dad, you left the shower going.” The daisy yellow colt began to open the door but Saturn blocked him with a hoof.
“Best leave it be, Gee. Your mom needs to get a bit cleaned up before she’s heading to bed tonight. She’s probably a bit more relaxed than she’s been in a long time right now.”
Perigee gave him a confused look, “You two were in the bathroom together?”
Saturn grinned and shrugged, “When nature calls, you answer. And nature was calling pretty damn hard a minute ago.”
Perigee grimaced. Grown-ups are weird.
***
Meanwhile, Slip could hear Saturn giving some half-assed excuse to Perigee about why he had been in the bathroom while the water pounded against her upturned rump. To be honest though, she couldn’t even remember how the two of them had ended up in the shower in the first place. All she knew was that he’d said something about her being a filthy bitch and suddenly the two of them had been rutting with the water running.
She was lying on the shower floor, head down, ass up, her mane hanging all about her face and her tongue dangling out of her mouth as the shower blasted her with steaming hot water. She could feel the fruits of Saturn’s labor running from her gaping snatch and down her inner leg, mixing with the water and slowly going down the drain.
Her backside was bruised with the exertions of the past half hour between the two of them. Her pussy was raw with pleasure, and her sense of pride had all but abandoned her.
Slip rolled onto her back and let the steaming water cascade over her stomach and chest. She wasn’t going to need to call The Stable for a very long time.
