Flint Steel narrowly avoided a metal bucket that was flying in his direction, watching it land a few inches away from his hooves into the dirt. He held his hands out in surrender as the shorter peach coated earth pony mare across from him had her head swivelling around wildly, searching for something else to throw from within the confines of Sweet Apple Acres’ barn. “Ange, please. You don't have to resort to this. Can't we talk things out?”
His marefriend stared at him with an icy cold glare, tempted to grab a nearby pitchfork that was hanging on the wall. “ 'Can’t we talk things out?’,” she mimicked, her voice high pitched and nasally. Then she growled, planting her hands on her hips as she blew a strand of violet and pink hair out of her face. “The hell I won't! You march your feathered lil’ behind into my home, talkin’ bout how you'll change your ways and all that bull honkey. If I knew you'd be this annoying, I would've went with my folks to the farmer’s market in Appleloosa! But no, I'm here, listening to you blab on about such nonsense. I’d be happy if you just turned your sorry tail and went home. I'm done with your petty excuses.”
The pegasus's wings ruffled, and he rubbed the back of his neck in slight embarrassment. “Angel Cake, c’mon. You can't dismiss me that quickly. At least… listen to what I have to say first?”
Angel crossed her arms over her chest, huffing. “How do I know that you won't give me the same speech that you gave to all the other mares who dumped you before? I'm not falling for that.”
Flint's eyes narrowed, but he stuck his thumbs into the belt loops of his jeans, sighing softly. “Babe, please...if you want me to leave, I'll leave. But listen to me first.”
The earth pony's grip on her arms loosened slightly, yet her orange eyes continued to stare as she muttered, “Get on with it.”
The tan coated stallion took in a deep breath before beginning to speak. “Ange, look. We've been close friends for as long as I can remember, which is a given since our moms are both part of the CMC. But that's besides the point. Ever since I first met you, I’ve felt this...feeling anytime I was around you, and it took me some time to figure out what it was. Now I know. I was preparing myself for… well, you. You're the one that I long to be with. Besides, those other gals were nothing but a bunch of clingy and needy popularity seekers. I guess what I'm trying to say is… I love you, Ange. I always have.” He took one cautious step forward, gauging her reaction, and when she didn't say anything, he took another. Upon reaching her, he wrapped her arms around her bare waist, as the shirt she was wearing was tied just below her chest. Lowering his head, he met her lips with a gentle, heartfelt kiss. Their gazes locked for a few seconds before Angel pulled back and looked away, a confused look her expression.
“You...you mean it?’
Flint’s golden eyes shimmered as he gave her a sly smirk. “Of course, babe. When have I ever lied to you?” Catching her frown sternly, he quickly corrected himself. “Er, intentionally, I mean.”
The earth pony’s glare softened, and she sighed before glancing up and flashing a genuine smile, lifting a hand to ruffle his purple streaked mane. “You are a massive pain in the ass, you know that?”
"But you love me for it?”
Angel scoffed, rolling her eyes. “Don’t push your luck, sugar cube. My family may be Apples, but we can cut ties if we need to.”
“What’s that supposed to mean?”
“It means that you have to prove yourself if I were to consider you as a possible suitor, which your already pretty average on the charts as it is.”
The pegasus raised an eyebrow. “Average? I’ll have you know that I’m definitely above average. I melt and fuse metal for a living, for crying out loud. If that’s considered as average, then you have some pretty high standards.”
Angel held back a giggle, though her lips turned up in a slightly overconfident grin. “Ok then, Mr ‘I’m not average’. Since your so good at everything, why don’t you show me what you've got?” She then returned the gesture of wrapping arms around waists, one of her hands slipping underneath the fabric of his faded grey tank top, fingers delicately gliding up his toned back, feeling out every rise and dip of the stallion’s muscular shoulder blades. Leaning forward, her lips pressed against his for a brief moment. She lifted a leg, pressing it against his hip and hooking it around his thigh. Breaking the kiss, her eyes lidded, and her voice dropped an octave as she purred, “I ain’t got nowhere else to be for the next hour. I can make your visit worthwhile…”
Flint’s face turned as red as a beet, and he struggled to keep his composure as his wings threatened to spring open. “Y-yeah? But, I thought you wanted me to leave?”
“Hmm, I’ve changed my mind. It’s not everyday that the family isn’t around to watch my every move. I say we take advantage of it.” Before Flint could utter another word, the mare unhooked herself and took a small step back, beginning the process of untying her checkered crop top, revealing a baby pink colored bra, a thin piece of lace nestled in between the cups covering part of her cleavage. The male’s jaw dropped as she tossed the garment aside, wings going stiff as she pulled the bra straps down her shoulders, the light from the open barn door behind her adding a slight sheen to her flowing pastel colored mane, causing her eyes to seem to sparkle a little brighter.
In that moment, she truly lived up to her namesake, looking like an angel, at least to the pegasus. His hands gravitated towards her breasts, desperately wanting to rip off the only thing that separated him from the large, soft looking mounds of flesh before him, but Angel stopped him by lightly grabbing his wrists. Their eyes locked again, and she giggled. “Easy there, tiger. I know how much you want to pet these puppies, but you’ll have to wait a bit longer. I still have my shorts to take off, and I'll need some help.” She guided his hands down her curvy sides, stopping at her hips, where the waistband of her jean shorts squeezed at her skin. Flint shuddered as his fingers hooked into the belt loops, attempting to ever so slowly pull the tight fabric down her legs, struggling to get it over the large bump that was her rear. It finally released its grip, gliding down her thighs and calves with relative ease. She kicked them off once they reached her hooves, sighing contently as her tail wagged a little at the sight of the pegasus pulling his tank top over his head.
“Your making this hard for me, Ange. And I think that your doing it on purpose,” he mumbled, flexing his tense wings to get blood flowing through them.
Angel shrugged her bare shoulders. “Maybe I am, maybe I’m not. Who’s to say?” She let out a surprised yelp as his arms suddenly found their way around her torso, one hand swiftly unhooking her bra while the other pressed into the small of her back. Flint wasted no time in yanking the undergarment off, the hand that was on her back sliding down to unashamedly grope at her ass. Her body stiffened at the sudden breach of personal space, but allowed him to continue. She felt her legs start to tremble as the stallion playfully rubbed and suckled at her perked nipples, his warm tongue circling each one in almost a massaging manner. A low gasp rose from her throat as a finger began to delicately stroke at the fabric of her panties, a small puddle of her warmth already pooling into it.
“Hmm, not even a minute in and you’re already soaked. You’ve been waiting for this, haven’t you?” Flint questioned, his voice heavy with desire. Angel didn’t answer, as she was too focused on the finger that kept stroking her marehood. Her hips gradually lowered, wanting more of it. She wanted it inside of her, gently caressing her hot walls, soothing the ongrowing ache that had come with this whole ordeal. Then it was pulled back, and she whined like a puppy, her ears drooping with dissatisfaction.
“Flint, please…,” she begged, desperate for that touch again.
The pegasus shook his head. “Nuh uh. I ain’t letting you finish so quickly.” Tilting his head towards a nearby stack of hay bales, he grasped her wrist and pulled her towards it. Shucking off his own pants and boxers, he sat down atop of one of said bales, patting one of his thighs while gesturing for her to come over. “Now sit.”
She hesitated, yet did as he asked, plopping onto his lap. Tensing as he pulled the thin fabric still on her down to her ankles, a shaky moan left her as his hard cock roughly gilded between her puffy lips, the throbbing shaft getting a generous coating of the fluid that had previously been leaking out. Her fingers gripped her thighs as the stallion abruptly jammed himself into her rear, pushing her down till her knees hit the floor as he mercilessly thrusted against her small frame. She could feel every ridge and bump of his length moving within her as he claimed what was his. A stream of high pitched gasps, pants and moans all stumbled out of the mare as she absorbed all of these new sensations, having never been taken like this before. And, although she wouldn't admit it out loud, she liked it. Being forced into submission, her tight ass being so roughly treated, the high risk of being discovered. It was... different, in an oddly satisfying way. Flint’s wings shakily flapped a few times, signaling that he was nearing his peak.
“F-Flint, fuck…,” the earth pony cried blissfully, desperately clinging to loose hay that was scattered around the bale, her back arching before letting out a content whinny, slumping forward as she forcefully orgasmed, the male behind her following suit mere seconds later, loosening his previously tight hold on her hips while he leaned backwards, catching his breath whilst pulling out of the now filled hole. After a minute or so, he chuckled, gingerly lifting the spent female back onto his lap, covering her with a wing while he reached for the articles of clothing that were strewn about on the ground, pulling his tank top over her head instead of his own. Smiling at him weakly, Angel reached up to pull stray strands of hay out his mane. “You’ve got hay all over you, you dolt.”
Flint shrugged, gently pulling her aside so he could redress his lower half, putting her right back where she was once the task was complete. “Cleanliness doesn’t matter as long as you’re enjoying yourself. I didn't hear you complaining while you were basically face down in the dirt.” Pausing, a smug grin tugged on his lips as his eyes lit up. “So, how’d I do? Did I match up to your ‘suitor standards’?”
Angel’s eyes rolled, but she smirked, cuddling up against his chest. “Sure, sugar cube. You can tell yourself that.”
Author's Note
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