Candy Cotton laid in her bed, her eyes closed. The darkness comforting her, the warmth of the covers soothing her. Her head dropped down slowly, weighing down the luxury foam mattress. The blankets over her head were warmed by her slow heavy breath. Her eyelids fluttered once, before she fully settled, giving herself into the relaxation she craved. She didn't need to think, or act. She floated on a river of pure calmness. And eventually, slowly...
There was a knock on the door, startling her awake. Her eyes opened, revealing her dim hotel room. Slowly she stood up and walked to the door. The soft, grey, shag carpet made the journey feel as if she were gliding through the air. The charcoal grey door opened with almost no sound or effort, revealing Candy's friend, Love Figaro. His light brown coat looked softer than usual as he slowly walked inside, his usual neutral look replaced with a sort of wry, knowing smirk.
"Figgy, I thought you'd gone to Ponyville," she began, following behind her friend. He walked slowly, in a distinctly commanding manner unlike his usual gait, almost demanding she follow him as he made his way to the bed, and sat on the edge, facing her.
"Well, I had to visit, to ask you something important," he looked her in the eyes, his new, fierce intensity making her shiver in almost fear. A feeling so primal it made her want to look away, which she just couldn't bring herself to do. She just sat and waited, listening intently, for him to ask his question. He slowly moved toward her, leaning forward, bringing their faces close as if about to pointedly state something. instead, he kept moving closer and closer, until their snouts almost touched, before angling his head and pushing his mouth to her ear. Candy's neck tingled with goosebumps as he slowly whispered, the breath tickling her sensitive ear.
"I want you to tell me how much you like me"
"I'm, I, uh" she stumbled over her words, trying to understand the question as he leaned back away from her, sitting comfortably, "I'm sorry?"
"Please, you think I never notice the glances? The lip biting and eye fluttering? I know more than you'd think, CC. I just want to hear you say it." He continued to gaze directly into her eyes, forcing her to finally look down. She didn't understand why she was scared of her friend. She tried to think, but her mind was blank, the fear starting to feel somehow good. Her brain reveled in the adrenaline, clouding her thoughts with the growing pleasure,
"I don't know what to say..." she glanced up to him, her head still tilting down as if in shame while she tried to compose herself in the face of her conflicting emotions.
"Try starting with 'i like you' and work from there." He smirked at her, seeming more intimidating for it.
"I like you" she said softly, looking back down at the soft carpet as she waited for his response. He stood up, walking slowly in a circle around her, stopping for a second behind her, pushing her patience to the limit.
"Very good," he said, as if praising a child for a task. Candy knew that she'd usually be infuriated by this, but it felt good for her to know that she'd done as he'd wanted; so much that she wanted him to ask her to do more. The joy crept into her mind, erasing her inhibitions with the ever growing cloud of pleasure. Her breath quickened as she wished for him to tell her to do something else.
"Now," Figaro began, as if reading her mind, "tell me how much you like me." He walked slowly back in front of her, looking self assured, like he knew how she'd answer. It was only after he'd asked that,that Candy finally realised how much pleasure the fear had brought her.
"I like you a lot, Figgy," she admittedly, sheepishly, stuttering ever so slightly.
Figaro brought his face to hers once more, making her shiver in anticipation of what he'd say next. Her mind raced with questions, would he say he liked her? Ask her something more extreme? Her heart pumped quicker and quicker as he got so close that she could feel his calm, hot breath on her face. Finally, her mind almost shattered with shock as he pressed his lips to hers. His soft lips contrasted with how firmly he kissed her, as if trying to prove his power. She wanted to push back, but found herself reluctant, the feeling of powerlessness exciting her beyond the realms she'd experienced before. As he opened his mouth slightly, Candy copied instantly, allowing him to explore her with almost no resistance. She relaxed into the kiss, hoping it would last forever. As he kissed her, his tongue dominated hers, pushing around her mouth as he wished.
Slowly, Love Figaro pulled away from her, as Candy did her best to prolong the kiss. When he finally broke the contact, he moved his muzzle back to her ear.
"What do you want to do now?" He whispered, sounding somewhat sly. His deep gravelly voice putting her on edge.
"Anything you want," she blurted out breathily, almost instinctively. Figaro smiled at her, motioning to her to stand up and leading her to the edge of the bed, until her head was over the side of the mattress.
"Put your hooves on the bed," he ordered her. She slowly did, one at a time, crossing them slightly and resting her head on them. She was unsure of what was going to happen, but the many possibilities excited her more than she thought just her imagination could. She felt Figaro's hoof stroke along her side as he walked around her, stopping at her rump. He rubbed it lightly in a small circle before slowly moving it towards her most private area. He moved, instead, to her tail, pulling it up to see how wet she was.
"I really got you excited, huh? Good to know what effect I have." He chuckled, pushing the whimpering mare's tail up onto her back, holding it there with one hoof. She forced her eyes closed, whimpering into her hooves. She felt his hoof back on her rump, rubbing a large, soothing circle on her cutie mark. She looked up in annoyance as he pulled it away.
She let out a squeal as he slapped his hoof onto her behind.
"How was that?" He asked, looking to her covered face.
"It hurt," she slowly whimpered, her behind tensing slightly with the sudden pain, "Please can you keep going?"
He chuckled as he gave her another firm spank on the same spot. Her flesh burned, as she got ever more excited, each hit bring out a more passionate moan than the last. As the spanks kept coming, growing in intensity, the pleasure steadily clouded her mind more and more, until she was just taking the pleasure and pain together, unthinking. The pure sensation filling her body until she couldn't take any more.
As if sensing that she couldn't keep it up, Figaro stopped spanking, rubbing her raw behind in gentle circles. He looked to her face. Her eyes still closed, her hair covering her face, her chest heaving win pleasure. He slowly helped her move forward, resting more of her numb, shaking body onto the bed, relieving her tensed, muscular legs. She laid out on the soft mattress, stretching her front hooves forwards.
"No, no," he said, lightly tapping her face until her eyes opened up, looking at him contentedly, "we aren't done yet. You get up when you think you can, okay?" She slowly nodded at him, taking a few more deep breaths. Shaky, she pushed herself up and backed off of the bed, wobbling significantly. After she felt steady, she turned to face him, waiting for another order.
"Sit down," he said to her. She glanced back toward her sore behind.
"I know it's still hurting. Sit down." He told her, sternly. She complied, the sting of putting weight on her rump drawing a moan out of her. The pain became a duller sensation, still a source of pleasure. Figaro walked in front of her, lightly putting his hooves on her head and forcing himself onto his hind legs. Revealing his thick shaft to her, the tip pointing towards her. She looked at it hungrily, wanting nothing but to have it deep within her. He slowly drove his cock into her wide mouth, gently grinding his hips. The sheer pleasure prevented Candy from doing anything much at all, except moaning. Figaro placed his hooves on the back of her head, and pulled her close, the tip of his cock touching the back of her tongue. He began thrusting, pushing deep into her throat, causing her moans to become struggling whines.
His deep grunts filled the room, almost distracting Candy from the fullness in her throat. Her whimpers and whines became more and more choked, until eventually she had to pull away. He loosened his grip, resting his shaft on her soft tongue, allowing her to take a few breaths. Once she was breathing normally, she began to suck the hardness in her mouth. The sound of Figaro's groans pushing her to take more, to suck harder and faster. She couldn't process the taste of him through the pleasure she felt at the thought of making him feel so good. She soon felt him grow slightly, almost ready to finish, before pulling out of her.
She looked up at him in confusion, before he led her back to the bed. She jumped up quickly, impatient to find out what he wanted of her. He flipped her on to her back, her wings splaying across the bed. He looked at her like he owned her, bringing another wave of pleasure to the mare's reeling mind. Figaro pulled her to the edge of the mattress, spreading her legs around him as he thrust deep within her. His girth stretched her walls, filling her with a concoction of pain and bliss. He pulled just half of his length out before slamming back in, drawing out delighted screams from Candy's sore throat. His unrelenting rhythm bringing her virgin body ever closer to the edge.
As she got close to climax, Figaro looked her right in her eyes, and smirked.
"Cum for me."
As he spoke, her body shook with pleasure so intense that the only vocalizations she could manage were moans. She shuddered as the waves of bliss passed through her body, her hips bucking, her legs kicking outwards. As she wound down, she slowly opened her eyes.
Candy Cotton opened her eyes, slowly, still feeling the effects of her orgasm. Her mind slowly clearing, as she looked around her bedroom. The light pink walls, the en suite bathroom, the short, white carpet. Despite it all being familiar and correct, it seemed wrong, like she had expected to wake up elsewhere.
Slowly, as she stretched her cramped wings, and got out of bed, the last remnants of last night's dream crept away slowly, not disturbing her mind as she went about her morning routine.
