Random Bit of Clop (Corrie x Octavia)

Corrie lay on her bed, fully unclothed to the delight of the mare currently sitting on the floor between her legs. What started out as a friendly wrestling match over what to have for dinner tonight ignited a spark of passion between the two. Every grab lasted longer, every pin more and more body weight pressed against each other. Every movement, every slow gyrating rub of body on body ended when Corrie who had enough teasing thank you very much, picked her up, tossed her on the bed and unceremoniously finger fucked her until Octavia nearly passed out. Just thinking of those fingers raking her insides so gently but firmly, made her heat rise, her marehood wet. She kept her hoof on her clit moving it in slow, lazy circles while she observed her prize with hungry glee.

Looking up from Corrie's womanhood she sees the woman give her a devilish look. Slowly bringing her hand up she starts licking her metal fingers clean. Slow, laborious licks that made sure that no trace of her marefriend's juices remained. Keeping her eyes locked on hers. Realizing her marehood was clamping down hard watching the display, she had to fight the urge to climb back on the bed and present herself to Corrie so she could do it again.

No, that would be impolite and improper as she moves her muzzle closer towards the human's sex. She could smell that odd tint of arousal from her so much clearer now. An almost copper like scent. Mixed with her sweat and sandlewood, though she couldn't place where that was coming from. No matter. Time to return the tongue show's favor with one of her own. Tilting her head a little, she uses her lips to spread her lover's and slowly makes contact with her entrance.

Just a slow, tentative lick to start. Corrie's body sits upright in surprise, legs going over Octavia's back, ankles locking. Smiling into her sex, she gives another lick. A little harder now, just enough to push her way in. The tip of her muscle parting her and sliding inside makes Corrie gasp. The little human starts to mutter something about 'unfair tongue sizes' but Octavia doesn't let her get far. Turning her head just a little more she slides about a quarter of her tongue length inside of her lover's body. She then proceeds to slowly lick her way back out of Corrie's now very wet pussy.

Corrie clenches Octavia's sides of her head and moans. The deep primal sound from her marefriend only spurs Octavia on. Just a little faster now, a little more tongue inside. Raking the tip of her muscle across the folds and bumps inside of the humans pussy is intoxication to Octavia. So similar and yet so different from pony-kind and her limited experiences with mares such as herself.

"Jesus fuck, Octavia" Corrie pants out. She makes a hissing noise through her teeth and arches her back, falling again onto the bed. Her hands stay clenched to her head though. fingers digging into her flesh. Octavia's grin of satisfaction almost throws off her rhythm. One thing Corrie keeps neglecting to remember, Octavia thinks with a ravenous glee, is how strong our necks are. It must be from these humans having such short, dainty ones themselves. Perhaps a demonstration is in order.

Corrie feels her lower half being lifted off the bed by the grey mare, giving her more access to her womanhood. Lifting her head she tries to focus her eyes on what she's seeing. In that moment she would admit to have some difficulty thinking. And breathing. And pretty much everything else for that matter. It wasn't everyday your marefriend hilted you with her rat fucking tongue after all. Corrie feels the imminent build up coming quickly. Chest and abdomen muscles constricting and writhing in anticipation of the ecstasy to come. Octavia's purple eyes meeting hers. She knows how close Corrie is.

Octavia relishes in the moment all that it has to offer. The exotic tastes on her tongue and lips, the strange smells of this human being just about to come all over her muzzle. With an odd feeling of victory, she redoubles her efforts, lapping at the insides of her human lover's sex.

Corrie's had it. She's wrecked and she knows it.She keeps moaning out loud and repeating 'oh no' over and over again. She can't remember when her eyes didn't feel crossed. Throwing herself forward in one of the spasms of pleasure this unfair pony keeps rolling through her is enough to crack her willpower. Pulling her close, she can feel the teeth of the mare grinding into her sex as she rotates her hips, trying to match Octavia's movements. A kind of strange dance between the two species commences.

Corrie comes hard on her lover's tongue. For a moment there is no words. No worlds. No other sensations but that brief moment before she pass out. The gentle calm of the body, an almost casual indifference to the fact that she couldn't breathe. The ringing sound in her ears from her blood pressure soaring. And then a gentle nothingness.

Octavia feels Corrie go limp and slide backwards down onto the bed again. Her hands release their vice grip on her face, and slowly pull away to fall limply at her sides. Octavia stands, placing both hooves on her lover's hips. Staring down at her face she sees something that she's never seen before. Corrie looks relaxed. A limp bodied, tiny breasted, totally relaxed human. A little goofy grin on her face as she opens her eyes and see's Octavia gently jump onto of the bed, on top of her.

"Hey, pretty pony" Corrie says to the pretty mare with the purple eyes and wet muzzle standing over her. "I'm kinda tired, mind if I take a nap?" she asks gently, still unsure where the hell she was.

Octavia leans forward and kisses her passionately. "That's quite fine. Rest up." She hops over to lay next to Corrie, face to face. Nose to nose. Octavia drapes her tail over Corrie's hip and swishes it gently around on her flesh. Mine now, she thinks to herself. All mine.

As she hears Corrie's breathing slow, her body preparing for her nap she hears Octavia faintly. "I can't wait for round two when you wake."