A Secret Well Kept

The walk back to her home is deathly silent, but still, the entire time Spitfire doesn’t let go of your hand. You figure she wants to hold on to you as long as she can, especially if you think her secret is as bad as she thinks it is and you leave. You want to hold her hand too, but you can’t bring yourself to do so, not yet. At first, your heart is steady, but when you reach her building and make your way up to her loft, your heart quickly begins to race. Matters only seem to get worse when you finally reach her floor; you’re worried your hands are sweating and giving you away, but it doesn't matter. Backing down is not an option, not when you’re so close to finally understanding.

In no time she reaches her room and finally let’s go of your hand so she can unlock the door. When you both hear the click, she opens the door for you and allows you step inside first. You pass the threshold with her following right behind you, turning on the lights as she enters. “I know it’s going to sound like I’m stalling, but can I bandage up your hands first? It won’t take long,” she asks.

They don’t hurt as much, but that’s probably a good idea. You merely nod and head over to the couch. Spitfire walks over into the kitchen while you take a seat, staring up at the ceiling, feeling mentally exhausted. Your mind is practically burned out; you barely register Spitfire as she sits next to you with a first aid kit in her hands. After placing the supplies down on the table and opens it up, she quickly grabs the disinfectant spray before grabbing your right hand. “This may sting a bit,” she says, giving you the general warning.

She sprays your hand, but it only really itches a bit. She then grabs a small roll of gauze, placing it over your cuts and then uses bandage tape to keep its place. You watch as she works, taking care not to hurt you or wrap them too tight. She glances up at you every few seconds, but that’s it. Her face is still fearful of what is to come. She then repeats the process with your other hand, and when you’re all bandaged up, she places the equipment away and leaves it on the coffee table. “Okay, we’re here. Now what?”

“Now,” she said as she stands, “I head up to my room.”

“Spitfire,” your voice is firm, and she knows it.

“I know, but I can’t just tell you. I…I want to show you. It will only take a minute, I promise,” she assures you.

You sigh lightly, and she flies off toward her room, leaving you with your thoughts. Unfortunately, you don’t want to think. You’ve spent all day thinking, and it hasn’t gone all that well for you. Whatever Spitfire has to say or show you, you want to deal with it as is and not let your anxiety get the best of you. A short moment later, you jolt up in your seat as the lights dim, and you can just barely see a few feet around you. “Spitfire,” you call out to her.

“I’m here,” she replies from above you, “don’t worry, I’m coming.”

You hear her hooves clopping on the stairs above you. You see her shadow near the bottom of the stairs, but it isn’t until she sits down next to you that you can see her and the large blanket wrapped around her. “What’s going on? Why’d you dim the lights?”

“I…I didn’t want you to see it…yet,” she softly replies, not meeting your gaze and shifting around in her blanket.

“See what?”

The wonderbolt takes a deep breath, trying to keep herself as calm as possible, while you try to do the same. The golden mare looks up at you, looking deeply into your eyes as she begins to speak. “You found the condom, and it’s true. I have been hiding something; I’ve been trying to hide it my whole life,” she admits. “I could tell you, but I wouldn’t even know where to begin. So…So now…I’ll show you.”

You expect her to remove the blanket, but instead, she takes your hand in hers and pulls it under the covers. She doesn’t let go of your hand yet; she slowly guides it until your touching her taut abdomen. You feel her shiver a bit from your touch before relaxing while she continues to guide your hand further down. She continues to tremble as she glides your hand down to her pelvis. You look at her in confusion, but she looks back at you in embarrassment, her cheeks beginning to flush, but you can barely make it out. It isn’t much further until your hand touches something else of hers, something…fleshy.

She finally let’s go of your hand, leaving you to explore from there. Your hand grips the strange piece of her anatomy; it feels somewhat hard and thick, almost as broad as a soda can. Your hand slowly trails up feeling what you’re guessing are veins until you meet another strange obstruction, a slightly thick ring around it. You grip the appendage firmly, and Spitfire’s reaction is almost instant as she gasps and the object in your hand gives a slight twitch as it engorges in your grip. Your eyes widen when you realize what it is you’re touching. You pull your hand back, but not in a panic, just slight confusion as you look back at the golden mare’s reddened face. “Spitfire, is that a-”

“Yes,” she answers directly.

“So, you’re a-”

“Yes,” she repeats. She then gets up from her seat and walks over to the light switch by the door. She fully lights up the room before walking back over to you. She remains still as she stands before you, looking down at the floor in shame and then she shrugs the blanket from her shoulders, revealing to you her secret. She now stands before you, completely naked. All of her body fully exposed for you to see; her figure is just as you had imagined it, her breasts are beautiful, perfect, her stomach firm and taut with some of her muscle showing. The only thing that your imagination didn’t fabricate was the somewhat flaccid brown horse phallus, and baseball-sized orbs dangling between her legs. “I’m a hermaphrodite.”

You told yourself you didn’t want to think before, but now it’s as if your mind has all but shut down completely as it fails to generate any cognitive thoughts. “Well, don’t just sit there,” the mare nearly snaps before covering her breasts with arms and her genitalia with her tail, just barely concealing her member. “Say something.”

“Sorry, it’s just…,” you pause, shaking your head, trying to get it working again. “So, that’s what you’ve been hiding?”

“Yes.”

“And that’s it, nothing else?” you ask.

“Yes, this is it,” she snaps this time. “What else would I be hiding?”

Then, at that moment, you don’t know why, but your body does something that neither you nor she would expect. You start to laugh. You fall back, sprawled on the couch, laughing in full-blown hysteria. “W-What are yo-this isn’t funny!” she shouts in anger. You can see her face reddening in both embarrassment and rage, yet still, you can’t stop your laughter.

“I’m…I’m sorry, I’m not…I’m not laughing at yohohhhahaha,” you try to speak, but it’s nearly impossible.

Spitfire’s anger overtakes her for a moment as she tackles you on the couch and begins to mock hit you with her fists, rambling angrily, “How could you be laughing at a time like this!? I just bared my soul to you, and you think it’s a joke, you ass? You jerk! You-”

You cut her off, wrapping your arms around her, pulling her against your chest and do both yourselves a favor and kiss her in an attempt to shut you both up. You see Spitfire’s eyes nearly pop out of her head in surprise and confusion until she relaxes in your embrace. You soon break the kiss and hold her in your arms; your laughter now dropped to a hearty chuckle, “Aw man, oh you…you have no idea how relieved I am. I could’ve sworn you were cheating on me.”

“What?” she said as she puts her hands on your chest and pushes away from you. “Of course, I’m not cheating on you. I told you I wouldn’t so why would you think that I…oh, the condom,” she gasped in realization. “You…you found it and thought that I’d…, oh I’m so sorry.”

She falls back into your embrace, wrapping her arms around you, nuzzling her head in your chest. “So, I guess this explains your weird touching behavior?” you ask, looking down at her.

“Mhmm,” she said with a nod, turning her head up to look at you with a sorrowful expression. “I had to be careful. I wanted to touch you, to hold you like this. I did, but one wrong position and…you’d have found out, and I wasn’t ready for that.”

“But other than that, how did you hide it?” you inquire. “That’s pretty big, and your clothes are pretty tight.”

“My pants and underwear are a unique brand. Even my Wonderbolt uniform. They’re all magically enchanted so…an illusion hides my male bits. You couldn’t tell from looking at it, but if you touched me there, you’d know.”

“Okay, you’re two for two. Here’s a hardball. What was up with the condom in the first place?” you ask.

“C’mon, don’t make me answer that,” she pleads, burying her face in your chest.

“You’re lying atop of me naked. What’s there to be embarrassed about?”

“Everything,” she snaps, glaring back up at you until she finally crumbles and sighs in defeat. “Fine, I was…reading the book, and I was…trying to…relieve myself, okay?”

“So, the book got you all hot and bothered?” you tease.

“It wasn’t just the book,” she snaps again, but a little less angrily and more embarrassed, still staring at you. “It was…what I was imagining…you.”

“Me?” you ask with a raised brow.

“The book got me going, but you took me the rest of the way,” she said, resting the side of her head against your chest, listening to your heartbeat while dragging her finger in small circles on it. “If you think it’s been hard to you because I wouldn’t touch you, you’re wrong. I can’t tell you how many times I’ve come home from one of our dates, left so hard and wet. How many times I’ve wanted to let you in and just…be with you. Cold showers sure as hell don’t work anymore. I’m left alone at night in my bed thinking of you. Jacking and fingering myself, filling condoms and drenching my bed. Tartarus, before I only had to jack off once a morning, so that I don’t get a hard-on at work. Now when we have a date with you, I have to empty myself out to avoid it then too. Even when I’m with you, just holding you the wrong way could get me going, so I had to be careful.”

You stare down at her as her words have time to sink in. Everything was making perfect sense. The way she touched you. The way she held you. The constant rejection of you staying with her. It wasn’t that she didn’t like you, it was the opposite; Spitfire loved you so much that she couldn’t let you get close, even though she wanted to. You too had spent countless nights relieving yourself to the many fantasies you had dreamed up. However, this, this was much worse for her, by far and that wasn’t fair. “So, now you know,” the pegasus said, once again pushing herself up, moving back and giving you room to move. “Are you still mad at me for keeping this from you? Because if you are, I completely understand.”

“Are you serious,” you ask with a raised brow. You quickly sat up, grabbed the mare by the side of the head and turned her toward you as you claimed her lips with your own. She squealed in surprise as first before she quickly melted into the embrace. She placed her hands against your chest as you wrapped your other arm around her, pulling her closer to you. You soon feel her tongue enter your mouth and you don’t waste a second opening your teeth and allowing her access. Her tongue explores your mouth, seeking your own and when it finds it, it quickly intertwines with yours, mingling as you savor each other’s taste.

You both moan into each other’s mouths; your tongues remained woven together, not fighting for dominance, but just desiring to stay together as she explores your mouth. With the mare of your dreams in such proximity, sharing such a passionate kiss with you, you feel a familiar pressure building in your loins as the tightness of your pants begins to increase. You soon push back as Spitfire reciprocates and pulls yours into hers. She still tastes of apple cider, but for some reason, it's even more delicious coming off of her. After exploring her mouth, you pull back, separating your lips, but your tongues remain together, writhing around in the open air; when you finally broke apart, a single strand of saliva connecting them before it too severed.

“Still think I’m mad,” you ask, looking at her flustered expression.

“No, but, are you sure,” she asks, gesturing to the rest of herself, her member half flaccid, throbbing and begging for attention. “Are you sure you’re okay with me. With…this?”

“Spitfire, I could care less if you have a dick or two heads. You’re still Spitfire to me. That’s what I love the most,” you tell her. Your words seem to ring true as her eyes begin to tear up and she practically throws herself at you, wrapping her arms and wings around you. You quickly wrap your arms around her, feeling her warmth encompass you and right now it’s the best feeling in the world. “You have no idea how long I’ve waited to hear something like that.”

You don’t give a vocal response since you don’t have one. You kiss her on the head and caress her back; this seems to make her tighten her grip on you even more. Even though you love this touching moment between you two, that moment appears to be lost or at least fade a little as you feel something hard poking you in the stomach. “Crap,” you hear Spitfire groan as she pulls away and grabs her blanket, using it to cover her lower half.

“Sorry, between the kiss and everything…,” she trails on, looking at you in embarrassment.

“It’s okay; you don’t have to hide it anymore,” you tell her, grabbing the blanket, but she presses it tightly against her lower body.

“No, you saw it. That’s enough,” she says, not sounding more embarrassed than upset.

You frown at her and then an idea pops into your mind. You then stand up and take off your jacket, looking Spitfire in the eye as you do. Her face contorts in confusion as you toss your coat aside and then move to your shirt. “What are you-” she stops mid sentence as you grab the hem of your shirt and pull it off. “Why are you taking your clothes off?” she gasps in surprise.

“You were complaining about feeling underdressed earlier. Now it’s me who’s feeling overdressed. You know, with you being the only one naked and all.” you point out with a shrug as you go to undo your belt.

“No, you don’t have to do that, it’s alright,” she says as she turns her head, flailing her arms, trying to block her vision.

“No, it’s not,” you tell her firmly as you stop. Your tone seems to catch her attention as she stops trying to shield herself and looks at you. “You shared with me your biggest secret and showed yourself to me. While I don’t have such a secret, it’s only fair that I bare myself to you too. I don’t ever want you to feel like you can’t tell me something or show me something. I want you to be able to trust me, full heartedly. Let me be the person you can let yourself be you around. That’s why tonight, you don’t have to hold yourself back. Just ask, and we’ll do whatever it is you want, I promise.”

Once again, your words seem to resonate with her; you can see it in her eyes as her embarrassment appears to vanish and the usual calm confidence begins to return. She closed her eyes and sighed heavily. When she opens her eyes again, she nods with a smile. “And FYI…” you smile back as you continue undressing. You kick your socks and shoes off, knocking them aside before finally pulling your pants and shorts down in one foul swoop allowing your hardened phallus to spring forth, “You’re not the only one who got turned on by the kiss.”

The pegasus’ eyes widen, finally having received a clear sight of your member. Her cheeks burning red as you can almost see her throbbing against the blanket holding it down. Clearly, there was a noticeable size difference between you both, but you weren’t bothered, ashamed or emasculated; there was no need to be. After what she had shown you, after what she told you, such feelings would only hurt and insult her. “So, going to lose that or what,” you ask casually, pointing to the blanket and what lay underneath, begging to be set free.

Spitfire pulled herself from her stupor and after a short moment relented and removed the sheet, allowing her member to stand at attention. You sit down beside her, but her eyes never seemed to leave your dick, which was all right. You found yourself doing the same with hers. “So…that’s…that’s what a human’s…looks like?” she asks, hesitantly.

“Yeah, pretty much,” you shrug.

“Can…can I touch it?” she asks, looking up at you.

“Depends, can I touch yours?” you rebut.

She raises her left hand, it visibly shaking before she nods firmly. You smile at her, letting her make the first move. She slowly reaches out, her hand still shaking; you help her out just as she did for you earlier and took her hand in yours. Her hand seems to stop shaking as you guide it down until you stop just short of touching it. You release her hand and let her take the final step, and after a moment or two she closes her hand and takes hold of your shaft. You take a slight intake of her, the sensation of her soft fur and warmth quickly coursing through you. “It’s so hot and big,” she speaks softly, staring at it intently.

There’s another slight bump to your ego that you didn’t expect, but it’s appreciated. “Thanks,” you say before you reach over and grab hers. The mare lets out the cutest squeak as she feels your touch, almost freezing like a deer in the headlights, “yours is bigger. Still, I bet you put other guys to shame.”

“I-I wouldn’t know. I’ve…I’ve never seen another stallion’s before. Though according to my doctor I’m more productive than the average male,” she confessed. “With something like this, I bet you had plenty of human females fawning over you.”

“I wouldn’t say that,” you chuckle. “I wasn’t very popular in my world.”

“I find that hard to believe,” she mutters. Her eyes then glance from your member to yours and the back.

“What’s wrong?”

“Nothing, just…can I ask you something,” she asks hesitantly, her legs shuffling anxiously. “Ifnotyoudon’thavetodoitIwouldn’tbeupsetoranything,” she quickly spits out, but you place a hand to her cheek which seems to calm her quickly.

“Relax, calm down,” you tell her, chuckling at her reaction. “Whatever it is, you can tell me.”

“Well…I was wondering…I always wondered…well dreamed rather. That if I ever got together with somepony, one thing I would want to try would be…ating together,” she said, the last part coming out as a mumble and a whisper.

“Spitfire.”

“I wanted to ask if you would masturbate with me,” she finally voices her question, looking up at you longingly. “I always wanted to try it. To have another stallion touch mine and me them. Lately most of those dreams were me and you, lying side by side, kinda like this. So, please, could we?”

You lean in and kiss her gently before pulling back with a smile. “Absolutely,” you assure her.

You wrap your arm around her shoulder and pull her in close to your side as you lay back and pull her down with you. You both lie down, stretched out on the couch, your hands still holding each other’s phalluses. She rests her head on your shoulder and wraps her other arm around your shoulder, while her draping her left leg around yours. “Ready?” you ask, looking down at her.

“I’ve been ready for the longest time,” she pledges with a loving smile.

“Well then, since this is your fantasy, why don’t you start off,” you suggest.

“Gladly,” she coos, looking back down at your throbbing member. She begins stroking her hand up and down your shaft experimentally, getting a real feel for you. A moan fills your throat as the soft fur covering her hand sends a slight shiver down your spine. Spitfire giggles at your response, enjoying the fact that not only are you aroused but that she arouses you. Not wanting to be greedy, you decide to join in; you waste no effort, moving your hand up her phallus in long but firm strokes. Her reaction is immediate as she shudders and moans under your touch. “Yes, that’s it. Mmm, that’s perfect,” she purrs as she closes her eyes and relaxes into your embrace.

“I aim to please,” you tell her with a gentle, tranquil smile. You two only lay there, side by side, your hands working each other’s hardened pricks at your paces; her’s slow, short and sensual; yours fast, long and firm. The room remains relatively quiet, the only real sound filling the room are the moans and groans coming from each of you. “Mmmm, that feels incredible. You’re making me so hard it hurts,” she cooed, nuzzling against your shoulder.

You can feel a steady flow of pre dribbling down her shaft. So much, and it’s so thick you can hardly believe it. She writhes against you, smiling and grinning lustfully as your hand starts gliding over her dick with greater ease. “How about you, am I doing this right? I’m not hurting you, am I?”

“Are you kidding? This is amazing. I’ve never felt anything like this before; your fur is so soft, it’s unbelievable,” you groan as you meet the pegasus’ gaze, pulling up your free hand to scratch her ear.

“Thanks, it takes a lot of work to get it like this,” she says until she feels a sticky sensation running down her hand. “Although you seem to be getting it dirty with all this precum of yours. Not that I mind, though,” she says as she uses your secretions as to lube you up, taking a firmer grip while she speeds up her pace.

You take a sharp intake of breath from the sudden change in her rhythm, but you manage to control yourself. “Hey, could you…go a bit faster?”

“Your wish is my command,” you reply politely. You quickly begin stroking your hand faster, moving it from the tip to the base of her pelvis, twisting your hand as you go. Spitfire shivers and moans, biting her lip at the sensation. It isn’t much longer before you feel her hips beginning to move and start thrusting in time with your hand. Even though she’s apparently losing to her pleasure she hasn’t forgotten about your desire either; her hand tries to match the pace of yours, her fingers reaching all the way to the tip, twisting around it for the same added effect she is receiving.

You can feel the pressure building up inside you, the desire to start thrusting as well becoming more and more tempting, but you take a few calming breaths and control yourself. As much as you want to give in to your urges entirely, this isn’t about you; it’s about her. You want Spitfire to live out one her biggest fantasies and to get greedy now isn’t going to help. With that in mind, you decide to get a bit more proactive and change things up. You take your hand from Spitfire’s throbbing member, only for a moment. Her eyes snap open as her conduit of pleasure ceased before she turns to look at you. “W-Why…why did you stop?” she asks, panting a bit, her face flushed bright red, and her eyes laced with lust and longing.

“So, I could do this,” you answer with a devious smirk. By a feat of speed and dexterity that surprised even you, you move your hand from around her shoulder to under her arm and another hand under her right leg before pulling her up to rest on you, her back, lying against your chest. She squeaks in surprise at the sudden motion and change of position. Finally, her wings spread out, freeing them from their confined space as her legs lie spread over yours and your member placed under hers. A moderate dampness and heat begin flowing down onto your member. With your newly changed positions, you once again take hold of her raging hard on in your right hand; you then draped your other arm around her chest, taking a firm grip of her tender breast. The tough wonderbolt lying atop you cries out as you not only begin stroking her off but also start groping her breast, massaging it and playing with her erect nipple between your fingers.

“Better?” you ask with a bit of a cheeky smile.

“Oooh yes…m-much better,” she mewls happily.

She soon began thrusting her hips once more matching her pace to that of your rhythmic hand strokes; however, her thrusting seemed to cause an even greater wave of pleasure to course through both her and you. Her moaning became even louder as her thrusting caused not only her penis to thrust through your grip, but the wet lips of her waiting pussy to grind against your member, sending a unified jolt of pleasure between the two of you. This newly discovered surge of ecstasy seemed to drive Spitfire into a bit of a frenzy as her hips are thrusting faster and harder, causing you to jerk her off faster. Your hand gliding over every inch of the thick rod, smearing more of her flowing pre over it while grinding her pussy and clit against your rod harder; her heated marehood soaking your shaft in her love juices, thickly coating it as if she were marking it in her scent as her own.

You try adding to her blissful state, groping and playing with her breasts and nipples, switching between each of them, not wanting to leave one untouched for too long as well as kissing and nipping at the back and side of her neck, nibbling on her ear now and then. All of these sensations were clearly driving the mare into sensory overload; her loud moans swiftly turn into wild screams of euphoria as the pleasure you’re giving her becomes unbearable; eyes glaze over, and tongue hanging from her open mouth with a smile and look of sensual desire plastered all over her face. “Yes yes yes yes, oh fuck yeeeesss,” she groans obscenely, her voice losing all sense of modesty as she continues thrusting her hips with total abandon. “I’m gonna cum! I’m gonna cum! Make me cum, baby!”

Her thrusting once again speeds up, her left hand reached down to grab her large sack and begin fondling the hefty orbs inside, trying to bring herself to finish; this also causes the pressure you’ve been doing your best to suppress to once again rise and fast. “You wanna cum for me,” you whisper in her ear, the lust heavily seeping from your voice. “Hm, are you going to cum for me?”

Your mare’s erratic thrusting quickly starts overpowering you as you feel your orgasm reaching its peak. “Yes, I’m gonna cum for you! I’m cumming just for you!” Spitfire cries out. She screams at the top of her lungs, throwing her head back as she pushes up and arches her back while her orgasm crashes down on her. The first volley of her seed comes launching out of her, arching through the air and hits her door smack dab in the middle while a stream of fem cum sprays forth from her pussy spraying your lower half and the couch. You hold her tight, her body twitching in your grasp, using your hand to continue jerking herself off as shot after shot flies across the room, painting a streak of white along her floor.

Her cries of ecstasy begin to die down as well as the juices flowing from her pussy, but her penis is still firing; less powerfully than before, but still. Her body finally comes crashing down on you, panting and gasping for air, while her penis empties the last of her essence over your hand. Despite all of that, you managed to contain yourself and hold your orgasm back, barely. Your dick is practically screaming at you for it, but watching the beautiful mare in your arms have such a powerful release is more than satisfying enough, even if your dick begs to differ and it does. “Spitfire, you still with me?” you ask somewhat sarcastically with a chuckle as you look over her post orgasmic form.

“S-Sweet…s-s-sweet Celest-t-tia of E…E-Equestria,” she stammers, her voice trembling as she struggles to breath. “T-That w-w-was…the…the b-best orgasm…e-ever.”

“Glad you enjoyed yourself,” you say, though your partner down below still isn’t too happy with you. “You gonna be okay?”

“G-Give me a…a m-moment. J-Just hold m-me…p-please.”

You don’t verbally reply, you just close your eyes and wrap your arms around her, removing your hand from her rapidly deflating member to her tight firm stomach. Her hands slowly lay atop of yours; you can feel her chest rising high and falling low as she does her best to regain her much needed oxygen supply. What seems like hours of silent bliss passes in the span of five or so minutes until Spitfire taps her hand over yours. “Okay I’m…I’m good,” she tries to assure you, though her breathing still sounds a bit off.

“You sure,” you ask, uncertainty leaking from your voice.

You open your eyes just as Spitfire taps your hand again, telling you to loosen your grip while she tries to sit up. “Yeah, I’m fine now,” she assures you, her voice much more even. She sat up in your lap, her eyes instantly noticing a few things about you that she apparently forgot about; your bandaged hands appeared are now covered in sweat and her thick gooey seed and that your dick was throbbing and twitching madly. “Argh shit, I forgot about your hands. They’re all dirty! And you didn’t get off either, why?”

“It’s fine, don’t worry about it,” you say as you sit up and wrap your arms around her waist, burying your face in her fiery mane, taking her scent.

“No, don’t smell me. I’m all sweaty and musky now,” she told you.

“It’s fine, relax, I like it,” you assure her, nuzzling your face in her mane.

She seems to settle down, and then you feel her hands take yours from her now deflated dick as you heard her mutter something like, “…you say that now.”

You’re not sure what she meant and then you feel something warm and wet dragging along your hand. You pull your head back and place it on her shoulder as you watch her lick her seed from your hand. Her face is slightly red, but she seems to love it. “How is it?” you ask.

“Well,” she responds before taking a long lick along the back of your hand before returning her tongue to its oral home. “I think I’d be lying if I said it was nothing short of orgasmic.”

As horribly corny as that was, you can’t help but laugh as she continues to clean your hand. She finally seems to be her old self again, and that’s what you wanted to hear the most. “And now…” she pauses while she finished cleaning the last of her seed off of you, “since you were so kind as to get me off first, I’d like to return the favor.”

“Oh, you gonna jerk me now?” you ask coyly.

“No way, I’ve got something special in mind, and I’ve been saving it just. For. You,” she lustfully smiles as she gets up from your lap to her hooves. She holds her hand out to you, and you certainly waste no time taking hold of it. She helps you up to your feet before turning around and leading you up the stairs. Your heart flutters a bit, finally having access granted to that which was once restricted. When you make it upstairs, you are greeted by a narrow hallway with two doors on your left and one on your right. You’re not sure what are in the other two as Spitfire leads you to the second door on the right.

She opens the door and pulls you inside. In that moment you’re finally able to see Spitfire’s private sanctum. Her room is quite spacious. A large bed sits on the right side of the room against the wall, and the left of it looks like the door to her closet with a couple of windows sitting at the back of the room, letting the full moon’s rays illuminate the living space. Across from the bed is a door that leads to a bathroom and on the wall next to the door are some medals and award commendations with a small shelf that holds a few more personal pictures of friends and family. You’re not allowed to take in anymore because before you know it you’re tackled onto the bed. You grunt as you crash down onto the mattress, but the next thing that fills your vision is the beautiful sight of the golden mare now atop you.

She smiles lustfully, happily, almost overjoyed as she stares down at you. You can’t help but smile back until she leans down and claims your lips with hers. She moans slowly into your mouth, her tongue instantly entering your mouth and wrapping around your own; her body soon drops atop your own, her chest pressed against yours, both your legs intertwined while the raging hard on between your legs presses into the soft fur of her abdomen. Once again, your tongues don’t wrestle for dominance, just the desire to join as one. She wraps her arms around your neck while you wrap yours around her back, both of you trying to pull yourselves closer to one another.

You feel her wings flutter and her tail swishing against your legs as you run your hands along her back. You quickly change things up as you roll over and switch positions with you now lying atop her. She gives a quick squeak of surprise before giggling at your playfulness; you can easily feel her dick starting to harden once again as it starts to rise, getting caught just underneath your nads; the heat radiating from it is surprisingly enticing. You pull away, breaking the kiss, giving you both time to get some air in your lungs, but even still, she keeps her arms around your neck, both you still staring intensely into each other’s eyes. “Alright, I…I think I’m ready,” she says with a confident nod, “We’ve waited a long time to get here, and I’ve kept you waiting long enough.”

“Alright, let’s get down to business,” you say with a devious smirk. You plant another quick kiss on her lips before moving down her neck, peppering it little kisses as you go. Spitfire quivers as you pass her collarbone and down to her breasts. You take both her plentiful orbs in your hands gently massaging them and tweaking her nipples as well. She writhes underneath you as you start kissing between her cleavage until you move over to her left breast, giving the stiff nipple a good sucking. Spitfire’s eyes never leave yours when you move over to her other lonely nipple, feverishly moaning while you suckle on it.

You release the tender nub with an audible pop before continuing your slow descent down her body. Your kisses travel down her taut midsection, your lips quickly recognizing the muscles underneath. You shift your body to the side, feeling another part of the mare’s anatomy already rising to the occasion. When you make it to her pelvis, you pull back and sit up on your knees, allowing yourself to take in all of the wonderbolt’s beauty. She reaches down and readily spreads her legs, cupping her heavy sack in her hands and pulling them up, giving you the perfect sight of her hidden flower that sits nestled underneath her once again hardened stallionhood.

You take hold of your member and get yourself into position, rubbing the head of your dick between her plump wet lips. Spitfire bites her lower lip, shaking a bit with excitement and anticipation. She gives you a final nod and with that decided you slowly begin to enter her. You both groan as you continue driving yourself in, her wet pussy is incredibly tight, almost as if it were trying to swallow you. You keep pushing forward until you come to a stop, the head of your dick meeting with a bit of resistance. It doesn’t even take you a second to realize what it is that is halting your advances. “Spitfire, are you a-”

“Yeah, my cherry’s never been popped. At least not yet,” she says nonchalantly with a shrug. “Told you I had something special for you. Go ahead, ram it home.”

You can’t help but feel touched as well as more than driven to please your mare; if she was going so far as to give you her first, you couldn’t disappoint and given how hard you are right now, that doesn’t seem like it will be a problem. “Alright, here I go in one…two…,” you trailed on when you gave one mighty thrust, driving yourself all the way to the hilt.

Spitfire cries out, throwing her head back, her back arched up and her hands quickly releasing her nads to dig into her sheets; her newly deflowered pussy clenching tightly around you. You grit your teeth, groaning heavily; the tightness almost drives you to blow your load right then and there, though the sheer heat radiating from inside her makes it feel like you’re melting inside of her. You look down at her marehood and you can see the rivets of blood trickling down your shaft. You then look back up at Spitfire, who is breathing slowly, still gripping the sheets as she stares at the ceiling. “You okay, need me to wait?” you ask worryingly.

“Yeah, just…just a minute,” she told you, gritting her teeth.

You decide to try and get her to relax while she takes her time to adjust. You first take hold of her now throbbing phallus and begin stroking it steadily. Spitfire moans at the sensation, her back slowly lowering and her grip on the sheets loosening. You then move your free hand down under her balls to her love button, giving her clit some gentle rubbings with your thumb. You could feel the golden mare’s body relaxing with each of your tentative strokes, cooing and purring as time went on.

You kept going like this for a time, and before you knew it, Spitfire’s body had calmed down, and her body once again lay peacefully on the bed, “feel better?”

“Much… thank you,” she sighs, finally looking back at you, “I knew that was gonna hurt, but I didn’t expect that. Still, I feel okay now.”

“In that case, I’m gonna start moving then.”

“I know this is gonna sound weird coming from me, but take it easy at first please. I’m still new to this.”

“Of course,” you assure her. You release your hand from her phallus and place it on her hip before slowly pulling yourself out. Spitfire shudders and groans a bit until you stop, leaving only your head inside her. You then give a firm thrust back in, bottoming yourself inside once again. You then begin working yourself into a steady rhythm, while you used your other hand to continue rubbing against her clit as her heavy balls weighed against your hand; you could practically feel the seed inside them sloshing about with your thrusts, demanding to be released. The golden mare moans in peaceful delight, looking up at you lovingly as you tend to her; however, as you continue thrusting, you could feel your desires beginning to boil over. After denying yourself release and now having claimed your mare’s virginity as well as feeling her hot, tight, wet pussy cling to you so strongly, your breathing is becoming more labored as your heart races with your primal instincts demanding you claim and mark this mare as yours.

“Mmm, that’s nice,” she coos draping her right arm over her stomach and stretching her left above her head. “Okay, I’m good now; you can go a little faster if you want.”

Hearing that seems to flip a switch in your head, your grip on her hip tightens a bit as your willpower begins to crumble. “Are…are you sure?” you ask her, groaning as you feel your dick crying out to just do it.

“Yeah, go for it.”

Having been given permission, you remove your hand from her clit and place it on her other hip. With her waist firmly in your grip, you begin thrusting short and fast like a piston. Spitfire shrieks at your sudden change in speed, gripping the sheets for dear life. “I…I said y-you could go-ahhh…go…go faster but I-ahhhh d-didn’t…did…ah…” her sentence trails on as she moans and screams, her hips moving in time with your thrusting. A lust filled gaze fills her eyes as her mind succumbs to the pleasure. “Argh fuck it, don’t…don’t you dare stop!” she tells you.

“Good cuz I…I don’t think I can,” you groan as you thrust like a piston in rapid succession.

Spitfire can hardly contain her moans as she grabs her right breast and begins groping and pinching her nipple with her hard dick flopping through the air between your bodies. She quickly reaches out with her left hand and takes hold of her flopping member and begins stroking her length, groaning as she throws head back into her pillow. “Fuuuuuck, this…this is incredible,” she cries out in pure ecstasy, her hand a yellow blur as she beats herself off while you continue pounding away at her soaking wet marehood. “I-I can’t get… get enough! Argh shit, I’m…I’m gonna cum soon!”

“Me too,” you growl as you feel your overdue climax rising. “I can’t…hold on much longer.”

All of a sudden, the world seems to spin and before you know it, you’re on your back, staring up at the ceiling. Spitfire soon fills your visage as she looms over you, her eyes glazed over in lust and love. You look down to see her straddling your hips, her hooves on either side of you as she uses them to keep her hips aloft with the head of your dick still inside her pussy. “What was that for?”

“Sorry, but…I’ve been pretty selfish, making you do all this for me,” she says as she swings her hips back and forth, her walls keeping a tight grip, doing their best not to let you slip free. “You’ve made me feel so sexy and loved, in a way, I never thought possible. Now let me show you how much I love you.”

She then leans back and quickly drops to her knees, crying out as she impales herself on your dick, letting you reach her deepest region. You join her and moan as she places her hands on your stomach, doing her best to hold herself up. When she was stable, she quickly starts thrusting her hips up and down, using the beds bouncing to assist her in riding you hard and fast. “Ah yes, your dick is amazing, it’s hitting just the right spots,” she exclaims in absolute pleasure.

You groan and grit your teeth, feeling the pressure down below rising again, and it can’t get here soon enough. From the way, Spitfire is moving her hips; her dick is thrusting forward toward you, dripping pre onto her hands and your stomach as her balls tighten getting ready to explode as well. You quickly take hold of it, causing her to shriek at the sudden firm grip before she continues thrusting, now not only your dick into her pussy but her cock through your hands. You quickly match her tempo and begin stroking and thrusting, trying to bring you both to finish. She’s now riding and rocking with total abandon, her pussy convulsing and her dick head flaring up. “Ahhh, yes, fucking yes! Baby, I’m gonna cum! I’m gonna cum so hard again!”

“Me too….urgh, it’s gonna be big,” you warn her.

“Good, cum inside me,” she tells you. “Let it all out! Fill me up right now!”

With no further coaxing needed you give a final thrust, driving yourself as deep as you could get, groaning as you finally unload inside her. Spitfire cries out as you release shot after shot of your seed coating the walls of her marehood. Her walls instantly tighten around you as you feel torrents of her fem cum drenching both your dick and thighs while her cock fires an incredible load over your head and onto the floor of her bedroom. You can feel Spitfire’s body shudder violently as her twin orgasms rack her body, her wings spreading out stiffly while her eyes completely glaze over in total euphoric bliss. You let your head drop back onto the bed and Spitfire soon joins you as she drops down atop you, her wings draping lifelessly over you like a warm, fluffy blanket. Both of you breath deeply, your bodies drenched in sweat and other bodily fluids, but you don’t care, and you don’t think Spitfire does either as she purrs and relishes in her afterglow.

You wrap your arms around her, rubbing your hands up and down her back. “…” you hear her call your name and you look down to meet her gaze as she looks up at you, “That was wonderful. I’ve…I’ve never cum that hard before and not twice in a row. You’re incredible.”

“Same to you,” you chuckle. “Hey, Spitfire, can I ask you something?”

“Anything.”

“What is it you like about me?”

“Really? You have to ask,” she asks with a raised brow and smirk. “I like to think it’s the same reason you like me. You said you like things that are different because they’re interesting, remember? Well, same goes for me. I know I’m not the only herm around, but you’re the only human around. I figured if I had a shot with somepony it would be another fellow oddball. No offense.”

“None taken,” you assure her, “and I get it. I don’t know how or why, but I think I got a sixth sense for this kind of stuff. I’ve always been attracted to the “weird,” “unusual,” or just downright “out of the ordinary.” So, I guess a pastel, hermaphrodite, anthropomorphic, talking pegasus fits the bill.”

“Glad to see I meet your high standards,” she giggles.

“Oh, you pass with flying colors, no pun intended,” you tell her, tightening your hold and pressing her closer to you with both her breasts and dick pressed between you. “One last question and I think that’s it because I’m exhausted.”

“Likewise,” she says with a yawn, “ask away.”

“Spitfire, will you be my special somepony?”

She smiles at you with lidded eyes and leans forward, granting you one final tender, loving kiss before pulling back and resting her head on your chest. “I’m all yours, baby,” she answers, nuzzling your chest. “I love you.”

“I love you too,” you say, leaning down to kiss her head. The room goes quiet for a moment until you hear the soft snores of your mare. You feel your eyelids grow heavy and you soon find yourself joining her peaceful slumber. You’re not sure what to make of your life now or what’s waiting for you down the road, but one thing is clear. You know, without a shadow of a doubt that you wouldn’t give up Spitfire for anything and obviously she felt the same.