It was a late Saturday night for a young couple of ponies who had just returned after a night out on the town. They had gone for a nice moonlight walk through the streets, had a wonderful candlelit dinner at a restaurant, the Hayford, then proceeded home for the night to sleep off the fun and wake up to another brand new day.
That's what most couples do, of course.
"Grk! Grk!"
"Unf! Derpy!"
Others just like to face fuck their lovers.
Derpy, the infamous mailmare of Ponyville, was lying on her back, legs splayed out and tail swishing back and forth behind her like a happy puppy who was given a treat. Her eyes were half lidded, mouth wide open and lips wrapped firmly around her lover's thick rod. With her body as straight as it was, it allowed him to get as deep as he could to reach those tight and constricting throat muscles of hers, bringing him to those delicious and pleasurable heights.
She was having plenty of fun herself; a hoof toyed with her pulsating clit, sending little tingles through her body. She was practically dripping wet with her needy juices, but she was enjoying this far too much to try moving and demanding he shove his postal cannon inside her needy mail slot and deposit his packages deep inside her.
His hefty balls slapped against her wet muzzle with each thrust, drool oozing past her lips as she inhaled deep to take in the sweet sweet scent of the one and only stallion she would ever let do something like this to her.
Doctor Whooves.
"Unf! I do b-believe I'm g-getting close!" Whooves grunted out, his cock beginning to pulsate inside her.
Derpy could tell from how his hind legs were shaking and how his balls tightened, that he was getting closer and closer, the pressure building up and getting closer and closer. The tip of his cock pushed deeper inside her throat, and his movements were becoming jittery and mistimed, needy for that sweet sweet release. She swallowed a few times and massaged him as best as she could to help him along, wrapping her arms around his barrel and forcing him just a little deeper.
"Ha! Ha! Mmm!" So close! But to her dismay, Whooves suddenly pulled out.
She gasped and coughed, a bit of drool being all that connected her lips to his thick breeding tool. While she was disappointed in not getting to feel his hot creamy seed filling her throat and belly like cake icing, she'd settle for feeling it on her face. After all, it was like a spa visit! What good was the trip without getting a good wet facial?
She lolled out her tongue and opened her mouth up wide, looking at the stallion from upside down. She saw him furiously pump away, drawing him ever closer and closer to spraying her in his cum! She could almost taste it! Like a freshly baked muffin taunting her from the oven!
Finally, he cried out, "Ahhh!" And she felt!...
She felt...
Nothing?
Confusion filled her mind and she opened up her eyes fully, misaligned eyes glancing over to her lover. His member was flaccid and twitching now, a bit of pre-cum oozing out onto her floor and staining her carpet with his scent. But she didn't see or feel none of his sweet and sticky mystery cummies on her face, or the floor, or... anywhere!
He looked just as confused as she felt.
"H-huh?" Derpy shot him a look, looking concernedly towards her lover, "Doc, are you alright?"
"I... believe so," Whooves rubbed his head in curiosity, panting and looking down at the floor in search of his missing load, "I... hmm, t-this is s-strange."
"Did... you uh..." Derpy coughed, rubbing her throat, "You c-came r-right?"
Looking over to her, he gave her a nod, "I most c-certainly did, but..."
"Where's your cummies?" Ahh Derpy, always asking the most important questions.
Doctor Whooves just shrugged.
Ahh well, we can save that mystery for another day, I suppose.
Even after a few years, Derpy had never managed to figure out where Doc Whooves' cummies went. She looked high and low, even tried getting him off again, but it didn't work. The two opted to just put it off for now and instead enjoy the afterglow under the warm covers of Derpy's bed, after he had gotten her off, of course.
The night had passed smoothly afterwards...
But Derpy was still a bit perturbed by the lack of jizz.
She was hopeful to either a belly full of cum or her face to be slathered in his foal batter like butter on toast.
Sadly, she was disappointed!
Derpy let loose a little sigh during her walk, saddlebags bouncing against her withers as her eyes took in the sights of Ponyville. Right now, she was currently on a walk through the town's bustling market on a search for some groceries to get for her and Dinky. Her food stores were currently empty, so today was her weekly run to the store to restock.
"Celery, carrots, some apples, those little candies Dinky likes," Derpy listed off as the market closed in, "Oh! And some muffins, of course! Can't forget those~" With a little bounce to her step, she hurried along with a bright smile on her face.
Seeing how Carrot Top was the closest stop on her way there, she headed to her stall first.
Weaving in through the crowd, Derpy spotted Carrot at her stall, organizing all of her carrots on display to draw in customers. She always had such a nice selection, homegrown and cared for with that irreplaceable earth pony magic, you couldn't ask for better carrots!
Derpy made her way up to the stall and gave a little wave with her wing, "Hi Carrot!"
"Well hey there, Derpy!" Carrot greeted, giving a wave in return, "Here for your usual pickup?"
"Mhm!" Derpy nodded, reaching into her saddlebags to pull out the appropriate amount of bits needed.
Then Carrot spoke up, "Say, I thought I saw you with the Doctor the other day," And here it was, Carrot's hope for some gossip, "Saw you two at the Hayford~"
Derpy blushed, clearing her throat as memories of the raunchy night the two had came to mind, flooding back through her memories like a tidal wave. She put the bits needed for her carrots onto the counter, saying, "U-uh, ye-yeah! We were... having some dinner, he's an o-old friend of mine, hehe."
Carrot smirked almost knowingly, sweeping the bits back behind the counter and lifting up a basket with carrots in them, "Hehe, sure, 'old friend' whatever you say~"
Derpy just took the basket and deposited the carrots into her bags before scurrying along.
Only to end up bumping into the town's resident human, Anon! She grunted once she muzzle nose front into his crotch, the mysterious bipedal looking down at her with one of those looks of his. "Sup, Bubblebutt?"
Rubbing her nose, the pegasus looked up at him sheepishly, "S-sorry, Mr. Anon! I was in such a hurry I didn't watch where I was going!"
"Eh, I've had worse. You're all basically at dick height anyway," He gave a shrug and Derpy found her gaze trailing down to those tight confining garments called 'pants' that he was never seen without.
She found herself hard pressed to not notice his bulge.
Clearing her throat and blushing again, she made to say something...
Only for a sudden hot splash of goo to splatter onto her face, sending her reeling backward with a loud cry of shock. "Gah!" She fell backwards onto her rump as more of it landed on her muzzle, her face—forcing her eyes close, her mane, ears, chest, her entire front side was assaulted by it!
All of the hustle and bustle of the market ground to a halt with conversation stopping entirely.
Slowly, Derpy blinked open a golden eye. She could feel most of the strange white goo was trailing down her cheeks and muzzle, and curiously, she stuck out her tongue to capture a bit of it. And only when the strong taste and smell of musk hit her did she realize what it was...
"Derpy!" She heard Doctor Whooves yell, "I figured out what happened that night three years ag-" He stopped once he found Derpy sitting on her rump, her entire face and mane covered in faint white-ish spunk.
It was his jizz.
"I guess you could say," Anon suddenly dabbed, fidget spinners spinning in both hand. "That was a Blast from the Past."
The author promptly decided to quit everything.
The End.
