The Wrong End of the Baton

“Come on AJ” I bopped her on the forehead as I picked myself up off the ground “get up off your lazy arse and lets get moving”.

She grumbled then sighed in acquiescence before raising her torso and resting on her elbows. She was a bit of a mess with cum dribbling down her neck to her mane, and her still spread legs showed a healthy dampness on her inner thighs, snatch and tail.

A dollop of my spaff slopped down her flaps.

I reached a hand down to help her up. “These apples of yours aren't going to pick themselves, are they?” She took my hand but placed absolutely no weight on me as she got to her hooves entirely under her own strength, but I'm sure she appreciated the gesture.

“Right enough, sugarcube” she scooped a particularly sloppy glob off her neck and flicked it to the ground behind her. “what you got buzzin' aroun' in that big ol' head a yers'?” she said as she kept her grip on my hand and led me in the direction of her home. “got yourself any plans for the res' of the day?, well for after y'all hose down this here mess you made” she said as she gestured vaguely at her entire body.

“Hah” I coughed out “yeah, gotta have a quiet word with the brainiac later on, she has probably been stiff since yesterday, Rainbow probably dished the dirt at some point”

“Ah 'spect so sugar” she said pulling up at the side of the barn “now, no stressin' y'hear? That filly is two drips shy of a full barrel, but aint got a wicked bone in her body”

I picked up the nozzle of the hose and turned on the tap, and without any hesitation turned the arctic stream of water to Work Horses fleshy tits.

“Whoa, give a filly some warnin' in future”

I laughed at her indignant shriek as I hosed her down, globs of nasty horse gack sloughing off of her.

“Yeah I know pet, she can just be a bit full on sometimes” I adjusted my aim to her swinging dick to get another rise out of her before blasting her in the face and mane, causing her to splutter “for the supposed horse of friendship, she has absolutely no social skills and a dire lack of common sense” I turned the hose back to her tummy and tits making sure to give her a thorough soaking gesturing for her to turn around so I could do the same to her back and arse. I turned the hose off and took in her beautiful body for a moment dripping with wetness as she turned herself slowly back around to face me. “she's a real cutie though, so I can forgive her that.”

“Yeah sugar” Farm Horse coughed out wiping her brow of water and clearing her nose giving me a predatory glance.

“Oh fuck.” I gasped and shot off back in to the orchard. “Fuck off pet!, a'm sorry!” I galloped between trees and over grassy paths “I thought yeh just wann'ed a fuggin' cleanin' arrite?!” I looked over my shoulder guiltily to see her charging after me with hooves thudding in to the dirt, catching up with me far too quickly.

“BOLLOCKS!”

She crashed in to me, but instead of letting me hit the ground she wrapped herself around me and brought me down on top of her, cushioning my fall, before rolling over, straddling my belly and flicking her sopping wet tail on to my knob and balls and wringing out her mane in to my face, neck and tits.

I let out a far too girly howl and started to laugh, batting at her arms and swinging tits.

Look, it was nice.

It worked out some stress.

And a hot lass straddling you and sopping wet is good for future wank material, I put it in the brain library right under A.

I spent the rest of the afternoon at the farm, thankfully avoiding any contact with Big Mac, it was his turn at the market apparently. I did my best to help out with her harvesting but whenever I placed a bucket or tub to catch apples she had to adjust it to be just right.

I wasn't being very helpful, but I was certain that she was grateful for the thought behind it.

“So, I'll see you tomorrow?” I asked as I was getting ready to set off. “Flutters is going to grab Rares on the way to Twi's gaff as she is closing up. Can you come over around about then?”

“Sure hon” she said, gave me a soft kiss on the cheek then gave my arse a healthy slap as I turned to leave.

“Ow!, me arse!” I called over my shoulder back at her as I pranced away on my tippy-hooves “howay” I gave my sore cheek a couple of swift rubs “Yah c'n fuck off wih tha', pet!” I said as I made my way down the path.

“HEY, FLAPS!” I blurted out as I booled in to the library at the castle. The Great and Powerful Autismo startled and knocked a case of quills on the floor.

“Brian!” Twilight wailed “I'm busy!” she jumped up out of her chair with a fussy “darn it!” kneeled on the armchair and reached over to pick up the spilled writing tools, swaying her tail in a frustrated manner and flashing me the groove of her sex framed by her perfect purple heart-shaped posterior. “I should really be more careful” she huffed, scrabbling for a quill that was just out of her grasp as I walked over to her. “or I'll have to send Spike out for more” she sighed out as she finally grabbed it, picking herself up and turning back to her seat.

Twilight had a figure similar to my own, perhaps an inch or so taller than me at most, but with similar bust and curves. A she had a cute fringe cut in to the front of her mane, the rest of it was a more straight and angular, it suited her perfectly. Her breasts, perhaps a fraction smaller than mine were perky, and the dark purple areola and nipple had a mysterious look to them. Her lack of exercise in her youth had left her with a stubborn cute little tummy a little bigger than mine and slightly softer hips.

I was standing right beside her now.

“Unless you can go for meee?” she squeaked as she startled when she realized I was standing right there with a cool look in my eyes.

I had to taste her. I had avoided doing this for fear of even touching the more masculine anatomy of my equine friends, but now I realized that it simply didn't matter.

I was a bloody horse!

I reached out and took her hands, motioning for her to stand. She lifted and I guided her toward the sofa and coffee table in the centre of the room.

“Are you OK Brian?” she whispered.

I shut up the silly horse woman with a slow sexy kiss as we both stood still only a couple of paces short. I lifted one hand and brushed it through her mane and drifted the other to her hip before I let myself glide around with feather-light touches to get a gentle grasp of her arse.

She coiled herself around me like a snake and deepened the kiss, bringing a leg up and wrapping my waist as our tongues battled for dominance.

I broke the kiss.

She gave my neck a couple of deep huffs and sighed out “oh, you smell wonderful”

“Yeah, I'm good” I said, ignoring the allusion to my heat and answering her previous question; “I want to do something that I think you are going to enjoy almost as much as me.” I began leading her back over but stopped before the sofa and turned her back to the small table before it. I gave her a gentle push and she stumbled, but grabbed her hands and lowered her so her arse was right at the edge.

“Huh?”

I continued to beckon her so she lay flat on the table.

I could work with this.

I brought myself down to my knees in front of her. Gently grasped then teased her legs open. Then gave a soft kiss to the inside of each knee.

“O-Oh!” she said “W-well then, I think that would be OK”.

I couldn't see her face, I was already trailing soft kisses down the inside of her right thigh, stopping only once I reached the point where her inner thigh met her groin. I retreated then did the same to the other leg, inside of the knee to just shy of the groin.

I could smell her heat and a welcome sense of normalcy touched me. This wasn't some weird horse smell, or a musky male odour. She smelled like a woman should.

I moved one of my hands to hers and brought it down to her balls and bade her to cup them to give me room. Her obvious experience with Flutterflaps made this pretty straight forward, for which I was entirely grateful.

I continued my kissing, concentrating more on the inner thighs now, but gradually moving closer and closer to her silken lips. I wanted to make this last and enjoy my time. There were few things in life I enjoyed more than giving pleasure to a sexy lass, and this way was so trusting and intimate.

My kisses dropped lower switching from one inner thigh to the other, then I changed and instead of kissing I started gently pinching her fur between my lips, rolling my lips when I felt the need.

Her breathing had deepened and softened, I spared a glance over her body to see her chest rising and falling from her place spread on the table, a hand on her balls and one hand trailed her stomach in circles. My hands in response started gentle circles on the back of her legs and moving to gently grasp at the juicy flesh around her horse tattoo.

She looked at ease.

I felt now that she was suitably warmed up I could move to her mound, but I did not want to just go at it, I kept my lips pinching down to her core and softly took the soft flesh of her labia beside her opening between my lips.

I gave it a gentle little rub and some pressure in tandem with a stroke with the exposed part of her arse.

“Ahh, that's” her breath hitched as I released the little flap of skin “niii-oh” I took another nibble slightly further up “niice” she said. I moved up one side right up to the top to near her clit, then dropped myself back down and started on her other lip. “Ah!, Never had this before” she cooed.

I was having a whale of a time, I loved going down on women, feeling how my lips and tongue could make them respond to my actions and the noises they made. I wasn't in a hurry for this to be over and done with, so I kept up going from one lip of her labia to the other in the same soft pinching motions using only my lips, sometimes with a little flick of the tongue.

I decided to change tack again then brought out my tongue to lay a soft lick from the base of her groin to the top of her thigh, but not touching her slit. I wanted to tease a little. I did the same on the other side before repeating with a little more force.

Twilight was letting out humming sighs with every breath. Another glance up her torso saw her flat out, head facing the far wall, one hand grasping her nipples and breasts one at a time the other still cupping her bollocks. I concluded that I was doing something right.

I brought myself back down to her molten middle and gently lay a soft lick right up her cleft to her clit, barely touching skin.

Twilight gasped and arched her back in a deliciously sexy way, but I did not allow her to set the pace and push in to my tongue, so I reared and allowed her to settle before doing exactly the same again. She twisted and arched with salacious intent, so I brought my hands around and placed them on the front of her hips and applied gentle pressure. One more time I did the same and she forced herself to stay flat to the top of the table, instead busying herself with her breasts once more.

I was ready, and she was overripe, begging to be eaten.

I brought my tongue back to the base of her cleft and applied a gentle force to separate her sodden lips. A tang greeted me, slightly metallic, an acidic twist, not the delicious flavours I had sampled the last couple of days, but a starkly familiar taste of woman. It was more delicious than I could even remember. I savoured the bitter taste as my tongue glided and parted through her lips and circled with a soft motion around her clit. I drew back for a moment then teased further by going back to nibbling up and down her labia for another moment.

I had really missed this, the bitter taste, the slightly off-putting smell and the feel of a woman on my tongue and lips. It was so wonderfully normal, it blew me away. Suddenly I was filled with regret that I had refused myself the experience of this because of my fear of abandoning my masculinity. To whom this would appear true was lost to me.

I dropped myself back to her opening and applied a more forceful lick from the base of her lips up to her clit, before I stopped, wrapped my lips around the little nub and kissed.

I realised I was sopping wet, my own lady parts had, in sympathy for my teasing, decided to punish me.

I considered for a moment while my tongue kept circling that delicate little nub.

I wanted to feel what she felt, but I was not prepared to put out, it was an unwelcome thought and I knew it would be some time before I could let another touch me there.

But not myself.

Not when it was on my terms.

I came up for air for a moment, still delighting in the tangy taste of her juices. I closed my eyes, brought my hand between my thighs and stopped dead.

I allowed myself a moment to bask in her feminine aroma, panting out soft jets of air at her opening, then brought my tongue back down.

At the same time I placed my index finger on my own sopping snatch, in precisely the same place.

It was a strange sensation, parting my nethers, I had nothing to compare it to, just a strange feeling of vulnerability, a slight embarrassed flush and a tingling of nerves that had never been exercised.

Then I moved my tongue up to her clit, mirroring exactly on my own with my finger.

I gasped as I circled both little nubs. An electric sensation of warmth pulsed through my core in time to my touch and heartbeat, strangely it traveled up to my nipples and breasts. An odd feeling of heat. A mirror of the sensations I experienced with my penis, but from within instead of without.

I stayed right there and kept circling, delighting in the taste and the feel on my tongue and finger, and the same thrumming through my core to my breasts.

It was, I realised, a joy I had neglected in my stubborn refusal to accept the body I now had. I could accept it and take joy and pleasure from it, but on my terms and nobody else's.

I weight dropped from my shoulder and I descended again but this time to press my tongue a little deeper. My finger matching my tongue the whole while.

I dropped off, finding the spreading of my body to be too alien. Not unpleasant but not welcome at the same time, so I placed another firm lick up her cleft and kissing, imitating with my hand by pinching gently between my index and middle finger.

My core was on fire and my dick was painfully hard. I glanced up at Autismo horse and found her gently rolling her balls whilst grasping a breast in a painfully hard looking grip. She hissed out breaths between her teeth.

I lifted her hand from her bollocks and moved it to her shaft, letting her judge her own pace, then ducked my head under her balls, nuzzling them away to gain access to my prize. The soft feel and warmth on my face was not unpalatable in the slightest.

My mouth found her clit, just as my right hand found my own and my left grasped my shaft, and I began the simultaneous motions on all three.

It was amateur hour now, my mind was flying in a cloud of arousal, and my tongue, lips and hands stuttered and slipped in too many different directions, but I managed to continue. My core was burning in an unfamiliar way and my length was painfully hard. I could feel Twilight under my lips grinding and quavering as my tongue lapped at her little button.

I sped up as to as fast as I could manage, I couldn't bear to hold on any longer, my cock flared, my lips pinched Brain Horses clit firmly and my fingers did the same to my own.

Sensation ripped through my whole body as my spine arched and I fired my load. I released my dick while still firing and grabbed both my breasts as my core thrummed and quivered through my first orgasm with my female organs.

It swept through me in dizzying patterns, never stopping for a moment, over my chest and inside my gut. My legs shook and I flopped on my back arching my spine and twisting my hips, pressing my legs together. The euphoria washed through me in wave and I marveled at the combined sensation of release and fulfillment.

It took me a couple of moments to realise my cock had stopped firing and my pussy was cooling off.

“Jesus H fuckin' Christ” I gasped out after a moment.

“That was something” she wheezed out in confirmation.

There was a moment or two of silence before I heard her clopping hooves and the compression of her cushy arse on the sofa.

I let myself recover for a moment before I slowly rose and peeked over. She was flat out on the sofa in a rather undignified pose, legs flopped over the arm and wings spread under her. I picked myself up and unceremoniously squashed myself in next to her, legs bent under hers and head on a pear shaped titty.

“Yeah, we'll have to do that again some time I reckon pet.”

My tongue snaked unbidden to the matted dampness in her fur and lapped at a particularly juicy little globbet. A pleasing taste of honey and some kind of berry tingled as I rolled it over my tongue.

Delicious.

Twilight giggled as her hand rose to my mane and gave it a stroke, “So, don't keep me waiting Brian, what do I taste of?”

“What!?” I huffed out to her raising my head “you are a real pervert, you know that?”

She looked down to me laying on her bosom “Boarvarian cream and rose petals” she said simply with a small grin.

“What are you on about?”

“That's how you taste to me Brian when I am in heat” she said before laying her head back down on the sofa. “it's lovely”

“Eh?”

“Well, its's simple Brian” she began in a lecturing tone “its a psychological manifestation of a biological imperative” she said as if that made any sense. “have you never wondered why excreta smells bad and food smells good?, its your body's way of telling you what is good and bad for you! What it wants and needs, and what it absolutely does not want or need!”

“So, you are telling me your spaff doesn't actually taste like honey now?” I said trying to temper my confrontational tone “I know what I can taste, Autismo”

“Of course it does Brian. But only to you, taste is entirely subjective.” she said raising her head again and raising an eyebrow at me in a knowing manner. “Not everyone likes the same things, do they? Everyone has different tastes. Its just that right now your body is telling you that my seminal fluid is especially tasty and you should perhaps have a little more” she followed that up with a grin. “Once your heat is over, it will go back to tasting like plain old, run of the mill semen” she wriggled her hips causing her softening knob to roll over her stomach and smear some more batter for me to have a taste of.

I raised my nose in a huff.

“You really are an unrepentant pervert aren't you” I sighed out as booped her right in the tit, then started to roll my hands on her messy tummy “horses are weird”.

“Please tell me you aren't going to taste your own ejaculate Brian,” she said in a more serious tone “that stuff is nasty, you cant get rid of the taste at all”

“Look, just because you are a total weirdo doesn't mean that I am, thank you very much. I'm not going to be slurping on my own knob sauce just because my weird horsey brain says cock butter is the next big thing.”

“Good, don't even get tempted” she nodded as she brought a hand behind her head to lay on “trust me on this, one thing your body definitely doesn't need right now is your own semen. Thankfully sperm count drops to practically nil during your heat so the chance of accidents are basically non existent. As close to impossible as anything can be”.

“Blah blah blah” I responded in a mature tone.

She rolled her hips smooshing my softening dick with her cushioned arse, snagging one of my hands and bringing it to her breast.

“That was nice” she said softly.

“Yeah, it really was.” I responded “I'm trying to see past certain things” I said motioning to her flaccid dick “I don't think I have been fair to my friends by not accepting everything there is about them. I've been avoiding dealing with my body and I've been reflecting that in dealing with others.” I said, brushing delicately over the fact that a part of her body had until recently physically repulsed me. “I suppose that being in heat has been helpful in a way, its kind of let me see that I don't need to feel ashamed of feelings and things. Nobody is here to judge me, are they?”

After all, their dicks and balls were a part of those horses that I was undeniably attracted to. Was it unfair of me to ignore a large (and meaty) part of them just because of some kind of obsolete sense of masculine pride.

I was a bloody horse myself now.

Get a grip Brian.

I wanted to wait until the whole pack was together before saying my piece, there was no point going over things then rehashing tomorrow.

She let me get the final word without any further response, I was grateful for that much. Being told something is different from learning and making your own decisions, and I had come to learn a lot in the last couple of days.

I flicked her nipple with my index finger “but we have got some stuff to talk about tomorrow, got our herd all coming to make an appearance. There's some things I need to say” I didn't mention the names of the individuals, I was certain she knew to who I was referring, “so don't get yourself stuck doing some weird experiments or anything. OK”

“Sure Brian, no problem”