Sapphire. About half a pound, give or take, and a decent enough shape to be cut into something presentable. Back on Earth, this little blue rock would have made you rich. Not here, though. You toss it into the wheelbarrow, your tired eyes wandering up to the clouds.
The sky above the south field is full of them, and they’re doing a rather fantastic job of mimicking the dreary palette of greys that make up the rock-laden plains of the Pie family rock farm below. It wouldn’t be so bad if the trees dotted here and there had leaves on them, but they’ve long since fallen, and won’t be returning until Spring. As a result, the whole place is pretty much devoid of colour.
You let out a sigh, your breath misting in the chill, autumn air. Your tried and tested jeans and t-shirt combo are doing little to keep you warm. The farmhouse—and by extension, your nice, warm bed—is only a stone’s throw away. But old Iggy would be grumbling for days if you came back with only the pitiful pile of gems currently occupying the bottom of the wheelbarrow.
Long story short—rock farming sucks.
It’s been about nine months since you washed up on the shore of the South Luna Sea, not having any recollection of how you got there. You roamed for days in the blazing heat of the San Palomino Desert, with only the clothes on your back and a basic instinct to find food and shelter.
Instead, you found a talking horse.
Well, maybe “talking” was a bit of a strong word, seeing as the mare in question wasn’t much of a conversationalist, but still… Maud’s family had been kind enough to take you in, as long as you helped out on the farm, of course. For that, you are eternally grateful.
A door closes off in the distance, and you pause your reminiscing to glance towards the farmhouse. It looks just as dull and uninteresting as the rest of the farm, and the gravel path leading up to it is empty.
With another sigh, you resign yourself to stop procrastinating. Picking up Jasper—your trusty pickaxe—you scour the ground for any sign of precious or semiprecious minerals. One of the small revelations of this strange new world is the apparent abundance of gemstones. Of course, they’re far from plentiful tonight, as you haven’t found anything in the past few hours, bar that pitiful sapphire. Well, pitiful by Equestrian standards, at least.
“You missed some lapis,” a voice suddenly intones.
You whirl around to find a frowning grey mare, sporting a bland dress of the same colour and deftly cradling a deep-blue pebble in her outstretched hoof. She tosses it into the wheelbarrow.
“Jeez, Maud! I wish you wouldn’t do that!” you mutter, thanking your lucky stars it isn’t Constant-PMS Horse that had just crept up on you. That pony is a nutter. Maud, however, is probably the most down to earth pony you’ve met so far. “What are you even doing here, anyway? I thought you were practicing for your big poetry recital next week.”
"Boulder was getting restless," the mare replies, holding up her other hoof. A black leash of some sort is tied around it, whilst the other end is fastened to a small grey rock trailing slightly behind her.
"Really?"
Man, ponies are weird... Or maybe it’s just Maud.
Maud gives a curt nod, her face expressionless as usual. “Also, my sister has been having a slight problem lately.”
“Oh, no! N-n-n-no!” you yell, dropping Jasper into the wheelbarrow with a loud “clunk” and raising an arm to point at the farmhouse. “I don’t want anything to do with whatever crazy-ass scheme that psychotic fruit-flank is planning this time. I still have nightmares from when she tried to sell me to that sketchy looking griffin for a slab of diorite.”
Maud blinks. “It was andesite.”
“Like that matters! She tried to sell me for a rock!”
Maud pauses for a second, presumably waiting for you to continue. When you instead turn to retrieve your discarded pickaxe, however, she continues. “It isn’t Limestone who has the problem.”
You freeze, a dark feeling of dread flooding your chest. “Don’t be telling me ADHD Horse has landed.” You drop to your knees and grab the mare by her shoulders. “Please, don’t ruin my weekend!”
Maud gives no reaction to your manhandling. “Pinkie won’t be visiting for another three months.”
You breathe a sigh of relief, releasing the mare and slowly getting back to your feet. “Oh, thank Sunbutt for small miracles…”
You can think of a million other things you’d rather be doing than be Pinkie Pie’s unwilling playmate for the weekend. That mare can talk the ass off a brass monkey.
“Wait, that only leaves…”
“Marble,” Maud finishes for you.
“Marble?” you repeat, picturing the shy little mare in your mind. It’s not an easy feat to accomplish, seeing as she often avoids you like the pony pox. “Every time I so much as glance in her direction, she runs away. What could I possibly help her with?”
“I believe she wishes to mate with you.”
The pickaxe falls to the floor with a loud thud. “What now?”
“She has a desire to partake in the act of coitus with you, for you to insert your penis into her-”
“Yeah, yeah, I get it!” you quickly interrupt, waving her down. “But, wait—is this a joke?” Maud’s use of satire is unmatched by anyone you’ve met. You can never quite tell if she’s pulling your leg or not. “Has she mentioned this to you?”
“No, but it is quite apparent. Do you not see it?”
“Not particularly, no.”
The mare stares vacantly for a moment. “I think you should attempt to court her.”
“Oh… um… okay,” you say, coming to the swift conclusion that Maud has maybe headbutted one too many rocks. “I’ll keep that in mind,” you assure, stooping down to retrieve Jasper from the rock-strewn floor.
Maud wanders off without another word, leaving you to contemplate if any of what she’s just told you is actually true.
“Ah can gae yeh fifty bits,” the oddly Scottish sounding tradespony barks.
“Fifty!?” you proclaim, thoroughly insulted. “She’s worth at least sixty five!”
The tradespony raises a skeptical eyebrow, taking a long draw from his smoking pipe and pointing a weathered hoof toward the item in question. “Aye, but factor in the maintenance, lad.”
A very angry Limestone Pie lies tied up in the middle of the busy marketplace. Thick ropes bind her legs, and there’s a large ball gag in her mouth. If looks could kill, both you and the tradespony would lie dead on the floor.
“Fair point,” you surmise, firmly grasping and shaking the tradespony’s offered hoof. “You’ve got yourself a deal.”
“Max!” yells an angry voice.
Somehow, Limestone managed to free herself of the gag when you weren’t looking. She opens her mouth and lets slip a loud creaking sound. You’ve no time at all to consider the oddity of the situation, as you suddenly find yourself lying in your nice, warm bed.
The soft click of a door closing creeps through your darkened bedroom, followed by the sound of a gust of wind from outside your window. You blink, mentally shrugging off the weird, yet oddly satisfying dream. Ponies have magic, an abundance of gemstones, and all manner of wonderful things, yet they lack double glazing.
A thin sliver of moonlight from between the curtains illuminates a part of the room, and just as you’re about to close your eyes, something moves in the light. You pause, training a half lidded gaze on the source of the movement.
The subtle outline of a pony presents itself, just peeking around the side of your bedside cabinet. What are you up to this time, Fruit Flank? Limestone Pie has acquired a rather annoying tendency to make you the victim of her various pranks. No doubt she has another hair-brained scheme that probably requires you to be asleep to be considered successful.
She won’t be getting away with it this time.
Lying perfectly still, you feign light snoring, waiting for the opportune moment to strike. Limestone, apparently reassured by the act, proceeds a little too hastily. She bumps into the bedside cabinet with a dull “thud,” causing the precariously perched box of matches on top of it to fall and hit her squarely on the muzzle.
You barely held back a snort, but continue to lie still. The mare freezes for a few seconds, but ultimately concludes she’s gotten away with her little mess up. As soon as she reaches the bedside, you roll, taking the duvet with you and pinning the startled pony to the floor.
“Nice try, Fruit Flank,” you whisper, snaking a hand in front of her muzzle. She responds with an oddly un-Limestone-ish “eep” as you set about locating the fallen matches with your other hand. Quickly finding them, you snatch the box up and jam it in your mouth, carefully retrieving a match and sparking it up.
You grin down at your captive in the flickering light, only to falter in confusion. “... Marble?” There she is—her head poking out from beneath the blanket, forelegs pressed to her barrell and the long fringe of her two-toned grey mane hiding one of her pretty lavender eyes.
You almost chuckle in surprise. Shy Pie has actually built up the courage to come snooping through your room in the middle of the night. As to what for, though, you’ve no idea. You’re just about to ask when a sharp pain shoots through your fingers, and you nearly drop the thoroughly burned match. Quickly lighting the candle on your bedside cabinet with it, you discard the ashy remains and level the trembling pony with a mock stare. “What are you doing here?”
Marble blanches, still pinned on her side under the blanket and your legs. “I… I… um…” She then proceeds to emit a string of incoherent, barely audible horse noises. You can’t help but smile at her.
“Did you get lost on the way back from the restroom or something?” you ask, getting to your feet and donning a violently pink dressing gown haphazardly hanging over the edge of the bed—courtesy of a very determined ADHD Horse. “I wouldn’t be surprised, what with that emo fringe. It’s a wonder you can see where you’re going half the time.”
Upon being released, Marble curls up into a ball, averting her gaze from you. You can’t help but think back to what Maud said earlier. At first, you assumed it was just Maud being her usual, nutty self, yet Marble Pie is here—in your bedroom, and still hasn’t made an attempt to leave, despite now being free to do so.
“Well?” you ask.
“I… I just wanted to… watch you sleep,” she squeaks, her ears flat against her mane and her one visible eye still determined to avoid you.
You blink, shooting the mare an incredulous look. “Wow… That doesn’t sound rapey at all,” you deadpan, before eventually grinning at her.
“No! It’s not like that,” Marble says, finally looking at you directly. “I had a dream… A bad one,” she squeaks, with a visible shudder.
“Really? What happened?”
Marble gulps. “You were mauled by a m-manticore, then it dragged you off to the South Luna Ocean and… and… n-nopony ever saw you again!”
“Ouch.” You saw a manticore once, and that was more than enough.
“I-I just had to check to see you were still here… I know we don’t talk much, but it, um… wouldn't be the same on the farm if you weren’t around. You see, um, Ma and Pa like you, Maud likes you… and even Limestone likes you. She doesn’t normally like anypony, and even more so if they’re, um, not a pony.”
You sit on the floor beside her and lean your back against the bedside. “Wow… That means a lot to me, Marble. Especially coming from you,” you chuckle.
“I… um, l-like you too…” Marble trails off. You could’ve sworn she visibly paled at what she just said. “I mean, um, just in case you thought… um… that I… d-didn’t,” she stutters, her words eventually morphing into more adorable little horse noises.
You grin, before lightly booping her on the nose with your fingertips. “I like you too, Shy Pie.”
Marble’s face lights up at your words, her visible eye shining in the candlelight. “You… You do?”
“Of course I do,” you reassure her, bringing a hand up to brush her fringe out of her face, revealing the other pretty lilac orb. “How could I not?” You half expect her to pull away, but instead, she leans into your feather-light touch. Her eyes eventually close into cute little arches, and one of her ears gives the most adorable of flicks.
You’ve never seen her look so content before. “Would it be okay if… Could I… have a hug?” she whispers.
“Sure,” you say, beginning to wonder. Was Maud really picking up on something that you’d missed? You lift your arm, and Marble rests her head on your chest, draping a forehoof over you. She has the finest, softest fur you’ve ever felt, not that you made a habit of going around feeling ponies up. In fact, the only other pony that has felt the need to hug you thus far is Ponk, though her hugs tended to be more on the… overly enthusiastic side.
An ear flicks, brushing your chin, the soft breathing of the mare pressed against your side lulling you into a state of bliss. You catch her sneaking a glance up at you in the flickering candlelight, adorably burying her muzzle into your chest when she realises. You can’t help but smile.
Minutes tick by, during which you begin to suspect Shy Pie really isn’t quite as shy as you’d first thought. Under the poor guise of adjusting herself to a more comfortable position, she turns, and lo and behold—a soft, grey hind leg sweeps over your waist.
You never tied the dressing gown, and all you’re wearing underneath it is a pair of now very noticeably thin boxer shorts. Her tail brushes over your knee, her expression maintaining the picture of innocence you’ve come to expect. The warmth of her equine treasure spreads over your upper thigh—perilously close to your rapidly stiffening cock.
“Um… Marble, what are you doing?” You ask, the rapt curiosity clouding your mind favouring questioning over mere observation. She had to know how provocative she was being… Nopony was this naive.
“Umm… h-hugging you?” she softly replies, giving you the most endearing little smile.
You pause for a moment, before a chuckle escapes your lips. “Y’know, there’s a difference between hugging, and, well…” You gesture to her hind legs straddling your waist, “this.”
“Oh,” Marble squeaks, almost visibly deflating at your words. “You don’t like it… O-Okay, I’ll just-” She makes a move to get up, but you’d be a fucking idiot if you didn’t stop her.
You’re no idiot.
“Hold on a second, Shy Pie—did you hear me say I didn’t like it? I don’t think you did…” you point out, holding the adorable little mare against your chest.
Her frown slowly dissipates, replaced with a blush visible even in the flickering candlelight. Ears lying flat against her mane, she levels you with a look that makes your heart beat just that little bit faster in your chest. “M-Max… Would it be okay if… C-Can I kiss you?”
A split second, and a myriad of thoughts flash through your mind. Is it okay for you to kiss a pony? What if Igneous found out? Or Cloudy? There’re bound to be repercussions for you fooling around with their daughter.
Too late. You’ve already pressed your lips to her muzzle. Like you were going to tell her no… please. The fuzzy sensation throws you a bit. As if you didn’t think her lips would have fur on them. She is a pony, after all. Other than that, the experience isn’t all that different from from what you remember. Better, in fact. Marble is so warm and fuzzy, and the feeling of her fur against the part of your chest not covered by dressing gown is simply divine.
The mare shifts, the searing warmth beneath her tail edging ever so closer to the raging steel rod in your boxer shorts. You may have reservations about being intimate with an equine, but it’s pretty clear that your dick doesn't care.
A bold pony tongue probes at your lips, your hands sliding through her flawlessly soft grey coat all the way up to her mane. You remember reading somewhere that some mares like having the back of their manes pulled by a stallion’s teeth. Your hand will probably be a good substitute, right?
Fingers gently gripping her soft, silky strands, you gently apply tension. Marble wastes no time in voicing her approval—a long, deliciously lewd moan escaping her throat. She presses her tongue past your lips, and it collides with your own, the heavy texture and unique taste of her broad, equine muscle sending a flush to your cheeks.
Your other hand captures one of her ears—a body part you had quickly learned was very sensitive for a pony—and you slide your thumb through the fuzzy fur covering it. Marble’s hips gyrate, the short distance between your crotch and the blissful heat between her hind legs being traversed almost instantly.
You now have a decidedly wet pony cooch pressed against your dick, and the thin fabric of your sodden boxer shorts isn’t doing all that much to disguise the fact. The realisation hits you like a truck: Marble came to your room to fuck you.
You break the kiss. “Uhh… Are you sure you want to do this? What if somepony walks in?”
Marble pauses, levelling you with a half-lidded, one-eyed gaze, her lips curling into a deceptively innocent-looking smile. “Mmm-hmm.”
Well, shit. You don’t need any more confirmation.
You can smell the heavenly scent emanating from her marehood, and it’s making your mouth water in anticipation. Leaving the discarded blanket on the floor, you lift the mare up and gently place her on the bed. Marble lets out a small “eep,” but she doesn’t make a move to stop you. Instead, she just lies on her back, hind legs splayed wide open at the edge of the mattress and her forehooves covering her face.
You’ve never seen a marehood in quite so much detail before, but it doesn’t take you long to realise she has the prettiest little pony cooch in Equestria. If you’re honest with yourself, you were expecting her horse-junk to be… well, just that—horse-junk. While her mare bits are definitely equine, they strike you as adorable more than anything else. Her coat thins the further you look below the two mounds between her hind legs, the smooth skin beneath it getting darker around her puffy grey slit.
Gathering your resolve, you lean forward, gently pressing your lips to the mare’s navel. The soft fur tickles your chin, her warmth invading your skin, the feminine scent of pony already permeating your nostrils. The sound of her breath rushing in and out of her lungs cuts through the relative silence of the night, along with the soft thwap of her tail twitching against the bed. Holy hell, is she keen.
You’ve barely even touched her. Yet. It’s time to change that.
Your hands snake over her hips, fingertips gently scraping through her soft, warm coat. The mare groans her appreciation, the fur brushing past your lips becoming thinner and thinner as you go down… in the literal sense of the word.
She’s practically panting now. You can feel her little heart hammering away in her ribcage through your fingertips. Her hind legs shift against your shoulders, and you flinch, your chin grinding to a halt between her soft, fleshy mounds. Those legs, they’re deceptive. Long, slender, unmistakably feminine, but with Marble being an earth mare, they could probably snap your neck in a heartbeat.
Eh… the risk is worth it.
Slipping lower still, something hot and wet grazes your chin, with quite a surprising amount of force. The fleshy assault awakens you from the miniature trance you seemed to have fallen into. Marble is no longer hiding behind her forehooves.
“Max… Are you… were you going to… l-lick me?” she squeaks, eyes wide as dustbin lids, eyebrows having long since disappeared into her mane.
She’s looking at you as if you just tried to shove a gerbil up her plot hole. “Uhh, I was maybe, umm… Yeah? Do you… Do you not like that sort of thing?” you mutter.
Her cheeks redden, eyes flicking to anywhere but your curious gaze. “Well, um, I don’t know… Nopony has ever tried to… do that… down there, before,” she murmurs, her ears attempting to bury themselves in her mane. "It's just so... l-lewd."
You’re not exactly familiar with common Equestrian mating practices, but it’s becoming a bit clearer that stallions perhaps don’t partake in drinking from the furry cup all that much. Marble isn’t voicing her approval, but her eyes are certainly suggesting she’s in an adventurous mood.
Sliding your hands down her barrel, your palms slip into place, fingers in prime position. Marble gasps, throwing her head back to the mattress when your dexterous digits give one of her teats a gentle squeeze, your tongue descending on the other with a newfound thirst for pony flesh.
The delicate texture and tangy taste of pony breast is a new experience, to say the least. It’s so soft and malleable, the tip of your tongue can barely find purchase, so you suck the nipple into your mouth.
“Eeeeeep!”
POP. “Jeez… Marble—be quiet! If Limestone walks in here right now, she’ll probably put a back leg through my eye socket!” You whisper-shout, chilled to the bone at the thought. That shit isn’t even an exaggeration, either. She’d take one look at you sucking on her little sister’s crotch tits and fucking murder you.
“O-Okay!” Marble pants, her freaky horse-clit trying to launch itself out of her marehood and sock you on the chin again.
Substituting your free hand in place of your mouth, your fingertips gently brush over her teats, periodically capturing the little fleshy nubbins in a gentle grip and causing a full body tremble to rattle all the way from her dock to her ears. You let your breath flow over her glistening cleft, the frantic winking of her clit every now and again not quite reaching far enough to come into contact with your slightly parted lips. Gods, she smells like heaven. It’s taking more and more effort to refrain from just diving in and sucking the delectable mare juice from her cooch.
“M-Max… please…” Marble gasps, her breath jerky, chest rising and falling erratically, clit winking wildly.
Her tone says it all. You cave, pressing your lips to hers, your tongue venturing as deep as you can manage right off the bat. Marble emits a sound so high pitched, it doesn’t have any real volume to it. Good thing, too. If Iggy walked in to find you munching on his daughter’s horse box like this, he’d have a fit. The alien sensation of strong, pony vaginal muscles gripping and even sucking your tongue, to a certain extent, catches you completely by surprise.
This sweet little pony cooch is so desperate for something to grab onto, it almost makes you gag. Claiming back your tongue with a lewd-sounding “squelch”, you lean back for a moment, closing your eyes and letting the deposits of Marble’s arousal slide down your throat. She tastes like an earth mare should. Slightly sweet, deliciously tangy. Simply divine.
The poor mare doesn’t even have a chance to protest at your brief pause, as you dive back down and capture her clit with your lips mid-wink, causing her tail to thwap forcefully against the raging hard on in your boxer shorts. The gentle lashing of your balls makes you jump, but not enough for you to stop lapping at her dripping cleft like you’re dying of thirst and she’s your favourite flavoured popsicle.
Marble’s squeaks become steadily louder, her hind legs twitching about your shoulders as she practically writhes in bliss on your bed. You feast on her feminine treasure like a man possessed. Every time you swallow a small mouthful of accumulated mare juice, she winks, those strong walls partly ingesting your tongue again and rewarding you with a fresh helping of her sweet, pheromone laced desire.
“Eeeeee-hmmmmph,” Marble shrieks, thankfully having the sense to stuff a forehoof in her mouth. Her hind legs finally clamp down on your head, securely locking your mouth to her rapidly twitching pussy as it fires a veritable torrent of mare cum directly down your throat.
This time, you do gag, but Marble isn’t done with you. Five glorious gulps later, and the mare is still gushing into your mouth, hooves curled, back arched, legs locked, cute muffled moans filling the room and her marehood throbbing in time with her racing heartbeat as it continues to feed the sweet nectar of her femininity directly down your gullet.
Only when you’re damn near passing out from lack of air do those strong earth pony hind legs finally relinquish the death grip they’ve got going on around your neck. You cough. You splutter. You fall to the floor with a big stupid grin.
Marble Pie’s cum is all over your face, in your throat, dripping out of your fucking nose even because she pressed her pulsing twat so tightly to your lips and went off like a fire hydrant. “Holy shit,” you gurgle, still swallowing the evidence of her shame.
The adamantium rod in your boxer shorts can be ignored no longer. Doing away with said boxer shorts entirely, you stand, your still-untied dressing gown not doing much to hide the flagpole between your legs.
Marble is laying upright on the bed, all four trembling legs tucked beneath her, ears flat to her mane, regret spilling from her eyes. She’s looking at you like she just accidentally violated you. “M-Max… I’m so sorry, I…” Her gaze finally flicks to your dick jutting out from the parted fabric of the dressing gown, and the words die on her tongue.
She stares. She stares like a little school filly that’s just stumbled upon a battered old copy of Playmare™ in the woods. It’s clear from her expression that she thinks she ought not to be looking at your manly bits, but she just can’t tear her gaze away.
“What’re you looking at?” you mutter, feigning ignorance. You glance down at your cock, fully primed and starving for sweet shy-mare-pussy. “Well, shit. Look at that—I seem to have misplaced my shorts.”
Marble’s jaw trembles, ears still flat, the eye not covered by mane wider than an Arizona crop circle. That broad pony tongue sweeps over her fuzzy lips as she seems to find her resolve. That’s just the invitation you were looking for.
The squeaking springs of the mattress cut through the silence of the night, giving way to your mass as you lay down on your back next to Marble Pie. Arms behind your head, you simply wait.
Sure enough, the adorably inquisitive mare next to you scrunches up her muzzle after barely a few seconds of pretending she wasn’t going to do anything. Her snoot slowly edges toward your standing member, sniffing away like a cocker-spaniel searching for a treat.
Bump.
The fur tickles your flesh, and she throws a timid glance at your face. You can only smile, your heart hammering with crippling anticipation as a soft hoof slides over one of your thighs, coming to rest just at the base of your cock, the fine fur brushing over your balls. It proceeds to angle your shaft towards her mouth, where her tongue just grazes your exposed glans, all the while her eye pierces you with that curious stare. The mare is working all kinds of magic, but she still looks to you for guidance. So innocent.
You groan your appreciation, the grin plastered across your face widening. The sensation is so familiar, yet alien at the same time. She lifts her tongue, a lone strand of pre connecting it to the tip of your twitching manhood. The sight is both bliss, and agony. It serves you right for teasing her before.
Thankfully, she doesn’t make you wait quite as long. After tepidly sampling your salty goodness, she decides that she likes it, her broad muscle sliding over your tip in between savouring your taste a couple more times. At long last, her lips part, and she slides your cock a good four inches into her mouth. It takes her a while to figure out the best method, but when she does, the heavenly sensation of hot, saliva-sodden flesh sliding rhythmically around the head of your cock damn near overwhelms you.
Holy fucking shit, have you missed this. Blowjobs might well have went the way of the dodo in ponyland, but you’re infinitely glad Shy Pie has proven such a terrible theory wrong.
“Damn, Marble,” you gasp, her lips sinking lower to engulf more of your shaft, the first stirrings of pent up release already beginning to twitch from the base. “Slow down! I think… I think I’m gonna…” you grunt, foregoing speech in order to fight the urge to plaster her tonsils with jizz. Yeah, you’re all worked up from eating her out, but she’s only been sucking your cock for like, two minutes, and you’re damn near ready to shoot.
Of course, this only spurs the mare on, the frog of her hoof cradling your balls as she presses her muzzle down to your pubes. Fuck. You feel it. Her throat closing over your tip. It only lasts for a second before she splutters, pulling back with a wet cough, a mixture of pre and saliva dripping from her lips and a look of bewilderment on her face. Barely another second passes before she takes your throbbing length right back into the heavenly confines of her throat. Her eyes close, and you just know she’s holding her breath this time like a little fucking champ.
You have no chance of holding out. “Oh gawd…” Your dick explodes, blasting Shy Pie’s gullet with the force of a firehose. She takes most of your load down her throat before pulling back out of reflex. The rest of your sticky white baby batter bathes her tongue in an instant, some of it dripping down her muzzle and falling onto your abdomen, but she just keeps on bobbing her head in between those cute little gulps.
The sensation quickly overwhelms you. “Woah, woah, calm down, filly,” you pant, wheezing like you’ve just ran a small marathon. A gentle palm on Marble’s cheek slows her movements. She’s still trying to suck the last of the cum from your over-sensitive dick like it’s a carrot dipped in maple syrup. Pulling her mouth off of your abused member with an awfully lewd sounding “pop”, Shy Pie gives you a small smile. She’d look the picture of innocence if she didn’t have cum all over her muzzle. A few laps of her tongue later, and that too ends up in her belly.
“Um… Did you… like it?” she asks, her ears perking up a little at your exhausted grin.
“Do you even have to ask?” you pant, still trying to catch your breath.
Marble deftly pushes herself to her hooves, lifting a foreleg into the air to step over your chest, but ends up second guessing herself. Her tail twitches behind her, flagging into the air. She doesn’t seem to have any control over it at all. After a few seconds, she builds up the courage to open her mouth. “Um… Max?”
“Yeah?”
“Will you… um… Can we… Can we have sex now?”
Damn. She really is keen. “I’m gonna need a minute, Marble. You’ve worn me out a bit,” you chuckle. “Just, c’mere,” you add, patting the bed beside you.
“I-I did?” Marble asks, with a disbelieving grin. She steps up to your torso, and you waste no time pulling the adorable little mare to your chest. “Eep!”
“Yes, you did. But I think I might have something to keep you occupied,” you say, gently shifting the pony so that her side is pressed against your chest. You waste no time in sliding a hand down between her crotch tits to cup her marehood, gently applying a small amount of pressure with your fingers. Marble takes in a sharp breath, her muzzle bumping your chin. It’s pretty clear she gets the message.
“O-Oh… my!”
The pressure builds, and your hand shifts, allowing your middle finger to slip between her soft folds all the way to the knuckle. “Aieeeeeeeeee!” Marble moans, her muzzle knocking your jaw again as her hungry marehood tries in vain to ingest the rest of your hand. Damn… You can only imagine what heavenly sensations your dick might experience in her mare cavern.
Another tail-flick lashes your groin, the silky strands getting tangled on your slowly reawakening manhood, spurred on by the clenching efforts of her inner walls on your finger. Hell, you can even feel her pulse through the inside of her cooch, it’s gripping you so tightly.
Slipping your ring finger into the mix, you’re able to get a good flex going, though it’s still a challenge to fight against that notorious earth pony strength. Her vagina probably has a six pack tucked away in there. That’s what it feels like, anyway.
“Hnngg… Nu… M-Max,” Marble moans, breath ragged, hips involutarily gyrating, ears flapping you in the face every now and again. “D-Don’t want to c-come yet… Want you i-inside m-me.”
“But, I am,” you tease, kissing her on the forehead.
“N-No,” she gasps, reaching down to your now fully erect cock. She just barely manages to graze it with a forehoof. “I want t-this.”
Your dick agrees.
Seeing as you’re outvoted, you pull your aching digits from her roided-out equine taco with a deliciously wet shlop, and the mare springs to her hooves like a gymnastics filly before you even have a chance to lick your fingers clean.
She stands silently trembling on the bed, ears flat, head low, tail flagging wildly up and to the left, and her hind hooves turned slightly in on themselves so her glistening horse box is as visible as possible. As stated before, you’re no expert when it comes to pony mating habits, but even you can tell this pony desperately wants you to fuck her silly.
You’re in no mood to disappoint.
Getting to your knees, you discard the dressing gown, shuffling into place behind your sweet, shy little mare. Her head bows lower at your gentle touches to the marbles on her flanks, tail flagging perhaps even higher than before as you gently sweep it aside with a forearm, your raging cock desperate to penetrate that pretty little pony pussy.
Palming your shaft, you line up perfectly, intent to give both yourself and Marble what you need the most right now: the deepest form of intimacy. Your glans presses against her thoroughly glazed flower, resistance a non-issue as those thick pony nether lips initially part and give way, up to a point.
Shy Pie whimpers with lust, but she stays stock still, frozen by instinct as your cock meets the beginning of her depths. This inner ring is so desperate to latch onto your manhood, you’re finding it a little difficult to part the tide of pony flesh.
With a bit of experimenting with a few different angles, you manage to ease the tip past her inner muscle. Hot, wet, delectably tight pressure envelops your glans in one swift motion, and you let out a gasp, digging your fingers into Marble’s flanks.
“Oh, yes… M-Max… I’ve w-waited so long for this,” Marble moans, face buried in the mattress. You barely hear her, much too preoccupied with the overwhelmingly efficient efforts of her spasmodically clenching marehood to swallow your cock whole. It doesn’t take long for her gleaming ponut to press up against your pubic bone. Shit.
You’re balls deep in a pony. If this isn’t ‘fitting in’ with the locals, then you don’t know what is.
The ministrations of her freaky alien horse vagina intensify, the mare seeming to get herself even more and more worked up just from having a substantial mass inside her that she can latch onto. You haven’t even started fucking her properly yet, and she’s already ‘eep’-ing away like she’s going to crush your cock with another maregasm.
Tighter and tighter her marehood clamps, but you don’t give up that easily. You’re not just going to kneel behind her and let her milk you like an animal. You’re going to fuck her. Pulling back, your dick stretches in almost painful protest, but your resolve won’t be broken. You slam into Marble’s pie like a spear through a melon, grabbing a fistful of her tail, right at the dock, for leverage. This probably wasn’t the smartest idea, as the mare throws back her head and belts out a screech that could wake a fucking corpse.
“Fuck!” you groan, no longer caring. She just came, with you buried deep inside her. There aren’t even words to describe the experience. The pulsating, rhythmically gripping sensations very nearly have you blowing your load then and there, but you fight, pulling back and slamming forward again, over and over, until Marble’s legs give out, that is…
She hits the mattress like a sack of spuds, your cock slipping out of her with a loud POP, arse-end landing in a puddle of her own cum.
“Marble?” She might’ve lost consciousness, but after a few moments, the mare stirs, groggily opening her eyes, her gaze immediately landing on your rigid spire still pointing at the ceiling.
“Y-You didn’t finish?” she squeaks, voice shaky, visible eye flicking to your fleshy pole with something akin to terror.
“Don’t worry about that, we were way too loud. Somepony might’ve heard!” you panic, glancing around for your blanket. You grab it up off the floor. “You should probably get out of here before somepony finds us-”
“No, you need to finish… i-inside m-me,” she murmurs, her ears hanging low again.
“No, Marble, we should-”
Without so much as a warning, Marble lunges, swallowing the rest of your sentence in one fell swoop. Her broader tongue easily beats yours in the brief battle. Strong forelegs find your shoulders, looping around your neck so you can’t escape. Her hind legs mimic the action with your hips, that damned earth pony strength playing to her advantage.
“Mmmph, Marble, no. We have to hmmpmh-”
You’re not quite sure how she manages it, but Shy Pie pins you to the bed, and manages to grind her sopping wet cleft up to the head of your cock. In one fluid motion, she fully impales herself with it, destroying the last of your resolve in the process. The manliest of manly grunts rattles your ribcage, and you gather the devious little mare up to your chest and roll, pinning the little pony on her back.
A primal urge to simply go forth and multiply takes over, and you jackhammer into her little horse clam with all the potent virility of a thousand raging bulls. The freaky alien pussy does its thing again, clenching your pistoning length like a fleshy vice, but you’re invulnerable to its influence.
“Yes… yes, M-Max… h-harder!”
Marble manages to hold out through a few dozen wet slaps of flesh on sodden pony fur, but before too long, she’s gushing marecum all over your cock again in a full body spasm, all four of her legs clamping onto you so hard, you’re mildly concerned she might break your bones.
“C-Cum ins-side m-me… P-Pleas-se!” the broken mare whimpers through the pounding, her muzzle buried into your neck, forehooves stroking your back in the desperate hope you’ll be done with her already. The breathless plea finally tips you over the edge, and the enrapturing bliss of release claims you, culminating at the base of your cock. She repeatedly licks and nips at your neck with her teeth, hind legs holding your hips firmly in place as the dam breaks, your seed pulsing deep inside the mare once, twice, thrice, four times… the euphoric sensation makes you lose count. Doesn’t matter. Your salty swimmers fully penetrate her cervix, and she breathes a heavy sigh of relief.
As quickly as it vanished, reality sets in, the lust clouding your mind dissipating with the emptiness of your balls. You just fucked Shy Pie. The mare still clings to you, her tongue still lapping at your skin. Even though you’re exhausted, you need to haul ass before sompony finds you balls deep in their daughter. Or their sister.
“Marble, I hate to kick you out of bed, but you should probably skedaddle before-” A muffled bang sounds from somewhere beyond your bedroom door, and you let out a yelp of questionable manliness. Shit. “Hide!”
Marble isn’t given the chance to do anything other than throw a glance to the door before it’s flung open, the eerie silhouette of a mare standing in the frame, courtesy of the lit candelabra bathing the hallway in flickering light. The sight makes your toes curl in sheer terror. You can’t even move. Marble still won't let go of you.
You know who it is before she even opens her mouth. “What the hell is going on here?” Limestone barks. Her eyes find you in an instant, and her scowl… vanishes? Yes… she’s smiling now. You know from experience that that is never a good thing. Oh, god. Why the fuck is she smiling?
“Ah, I see our little plan worked.”
Author's Note
This has been sitting in gdocs for nearly three years now. I finally managed to finish it. 
If there's enough interest, I might write a sequel. Who knows?
Let me know if you spot any errors/editing mishaps in the comments below, and remember to vote plz. It's a real motivation builder. 
