The Sweetheart & The Maverick

Another night of suffering; Squirming and suffering.

Sweetheart had been struggling like this for the last two hours. Having locked herself away to deal with her heat in the safety of her own room, after Maverick had demanded that she do so earlier, she spent the majority of that time tossing a turning on her bed. Her bedspread and blankets were soaked with her mare juices while she writhed in their confines. She was so tired, but so ridiculously turned on that it was starting to play tricks on her mind. As the last week and a half has proven, her mind would drift off to these fantastical fantasies; Ones filled with love, passion and lust. More than a little frustrated, the mare kicks her covers off of her body. The cool air helps her regain some of her senses, but the clouds in her brain hardly settled at all. Normally, other mares would have the means to combat heat with the use of toys and fake sperm. However, the nurse had never felt the need to use one before. Her heats were mostly spent alone and she had adjusted in kind. Now that she has such a large, attractive guest leaving his wonderful and musky scent all over the place though, it's really starting to take a toll on her.

Without even noticing, Sweetheart runs one of her forehooves along her barrel, slowly drifting it lower down her body while she falls into another one of her fantasies about the human living on her couch. She could picture him so clearly; His large frame hovering over her, so tall and menacing, but so beautiful and elegant. Her body is filled with little tinges as she imagines what it would feel like to have his fingers running down her body, in place of her hoof. His nails would drag down her belly before reaching- "Eeep!"

The involuntary squeak comes as a result of her hoof finally hitting its mark. The firm edge of her hoof is wedged slightly in her slit, lightly parting her lips from the sheer girth alone. Her breath hitched as her marehood winked in response to her own touch. She begins rubbing at her clit as it peeks out from her folds, her back arching as she lets out a soft, breathy moan, not wanting to be too loud. It's no dick, but it does help keep her mind somewhat at ease to clop a bit. The mare's body shuddered at the sensation, her moans growing in volume as she massaged the sensitive button with the frog of her hoof. With her face now red hot and her insides burning she gets a little more into it, rubbing faster as she squeaked and moaned out loud. The nurse closed her mouth and hummed a bit to herself as her mind began to wander once more. "Mmmm. M-Ma-Maa...MMMav-"

The door to her room suddenly opened and Sweetheart's heart sank. In the blink of an eye, she rolled onto her belly, pulling her hoof out from her crotch and shoving it under her pillow. The scent alone in the room made it clear what she was doing, but she hoped and prayed that this would just be shoved off as her heat acted up. The mare's eyes shoot over to the door once she's 'covered up'. "Maverick!" She called out in a tone very similar to fear as she spotted the biped's form standing in her doorway. The nervousness in her tone was only matched by the redness of her face and the width of her forced smile. "W-what brings you here all of a s-sudden?"

The tired look human regarded her with heavy lids, feeling ready to collapse at a moment's notice. Maverick's eyes locked onto the mare as he stepped forward and pulled off his shirt, earning more than a fair amount of Sweetheart’s attention. “For starters, you’re making a lot more noise than I would like when I’m trying to sleep.” His words were almost lost to the mare as she watched him like a predator ready to lunge at its prey, eyeing his toned midsection with her tongue beginning to fall out of her mouth. “Let’s just get this whole heat thing taken care of. I’m tired of hearing you whine all night.”

At the mention of ‘taking care of’ her heat, Sweetheart’s eyes shot up to Marverick’s face. She could see the sheer intensity of his gaze in the dimly lit room, but something about this just seemed off to her. It doesn’t feel right for him to come and mount her like this. If it was going to happen, she wanted it to be special. Though, her desire for something more romantic quickly came to a close as the human wasted virtually no time pulling off his belt and shoving his pants to the floor. Her sights became glued to the package set before her. With her mind all abuzz with lustful thoughts that have been tormenting her during this hard time and the near constant burning sensation in her nethers, maybe she could let her reserves slide for just one night. It might not be romantic, but with all her hard work, didn't she deserve a prize? Her train of thought was cut short, however, as Maverick kicked off his pants from around his ankles and scooped her into his arms.

“Oh! Oh my!” she exclaimed as he placed her down into her bed once more, laying her on her back. A moment of clarity passed over her, giving a rather abrupt reminder as to what was about to happen between them. “Maverick! We- we really shouldn't be doing this!” The blush on her face deepened as his naked form, hovering over her own, caused her mind to go blank. This is happening, oh by Celestia’s beard, this is actually happening!

“I said I was going to take care of it,” Maverick grumbled as he looked down at her, “so let me take care of it.”

Sweetheart stared at Maverick’s member in both excitement and fascination. She had caught just a glimpse of it before, but now she could actually study it. It was smaller than a stallion, but not by much, no it was more the shape that fascinated her. Unlike a stallion, with its uneven shape, flat head and medial ring, Mavericks was even, smooth, and with a softly pointed head that wasn't unlike a mushroom. She’d giggle at the thought if she wasn't so turned on.

Maverick grunted as he climbed into the bed and leaned over her. “I'm going to assume that this works for you guys the same way it does for humans, so let me know if I fuck this up.” He muttered into her ear before lightly nibbling the tip.

Sweetheart squeaked, closing her eyes and trying to hide behind her hooves as she felt him press up against her entrance. His length pressed into her, eliciting an audible moan from the pony beneath him. With his equipment being rounded like a dull spear, unlike the large flat head of a stallion, he was able to delve into her depths with relative ease and cram the entirety of himself into her. While Sweetheart wasn't particularly known to get around, she had a few experiences and, while this may just be the heat talking, she could easily say that this by far the best thing she's felt in a long time. The mare's walls were almost disturbingly hot, the sopping wetness of her marehood being the only reprieve his cock would have in defense against the excessive amount of warmth. Her obvious arousal aside, her walls were gripping the human's rod like a vice almost as if her body was afraid it would leave and never come back.

Even as he began to pull out, her walls held and tugged on his length, beckoning it to return to her depths with promises of warmth and comfort. All the while, Sweetheart was letting out cute little whines as he slowly removed himself from her before plunging back in. Her whine nearly turned into a scream as he rammed forward, spearing the mare beneath him with his rod. The nurses legs shook and quivered with pleasure and anticipation, kicking outward as the man began a rhythm of humping in and out of her.

Each push forward created an audible smack as his waist met with her legs, every thrust carrying enough force to make her whole body bounce lightly on the bed. She could even feel her teats jiggling lightly as the human, her human, shoved himself into her. Her breaths became hot and heavy, breathing deeply as she could do naught but look up at this beautiful creature that had claimed her as his own this very night. The warmth of his manhood buried within her sex was oddly surreal and the sound of his breathing was almost heavenly. As he continued to move, she started motioning her hips, hoping to please him as well as the sounds in the air were taken over by the soft smacks of flesh on furred hide, heavy breathing and her own pitched moans into the heavens.

A throaty groan escaped Sweetheart as Maverick leaned down and began thrusting into her with greater force, causing her whole body to spasm a bit. Her forehooves reached out clamped down around his neck, intent on pulling him as close to her as possible as he plumbed the depths of her marehood. His hands found their way to her shoulders, pulling down on them to move her body against his thrusts, making them feel that much more forceful. While his thrusts increased in speed, Sweetheart could already feel a large amount of pressure building up in her belly. The mare knew that she wouldn’t be able to last long, at this rate. At that thought, Maverick began to relentlessly jackhammer into her. The nurse's eyes nearly rolled into the back of her head as each hilted thrust sent wave after wave of pleasure rocketing through her.

“Yes, gods yes,” Sweetheart screamed, teetering on the brink. The increasing tension just below her stomach caused Maverick's speed to quicken, and the power of his thrusts to intensify. She lost her ability to form coherent words, nothing but jumbled noises and cries of pleasure escaped her maw while she was fucked absolutely raw for the first time in her entire life.

With one final plunge, Maverick hilted himself inside of the mare or the last time. Stars erupted across Sweetheart's vision, causing the whole world around her to turn white. She couldn't help but seal her eyes shut to block out the blinding light that had claimed her vision. The release was so intense that she could feel her whole body lock up and hear pounding. Her eyes snapped back open and everything seemed oddly different, but not. The first thing she noticed was the extreme lack of human filling, or rather, human in general. Her breathing was still rapid and heavy. As she glanced around, she found herself still where she was supposed to be. She was laying in bed, her covers pulled up over her waist, with a pillow locked in a death grip in her hooves. The pounding continued, it was coming from her door. Not long after, a voice followed. One she recognized all too well and caused her face to turn red as the reality of it all hit her.

“Hey! Would you keep it down!” Maverick's voice tore through from the other side of the closed door, filled to the brim with obvious anger and annoyance. “I don’t give a fuck what you do in the privacy of your own room, but SOME of us are trying to sleep!” The familiar sound of his bipedal legs carrying him across the floor echoed lightly as he walked away from the door, leaving her with two final parting words. “Fucking spaz…”

Taking a few deep breaths, Sweetheart struggled to calm her suddenly agitated nerves. Her attention moved down to the pillow trapped in her hooves, her body still clinging to it as if her very life depended on keeping it close to her. Frustration followed soon after as she shoved the pillow to the side. The motion of her legs moving about give way to yet another problem. There’s an uncomfortable amount of wetness all down her hind legs. With a fair amount of dread in her gut, as well as part of her already knowing what to expect, Sweetheart grabbed onto her blankets and tossed them aside. To say that one would need to assess the damage would be something of an insult. She could assess it from across the room if she wanted to. Her bedspread was most definitely ruined by the obscenely large amount of marecum decorating her sheets. The nurse fell back into her bed, a loud groan escaping her throat as she silently prayed for this nightmare to finally come to an end.

It all became too much, causing Sweetheart to finally come a tad unglued. Lifting her hooves to her face, she all but growls and yell at the entire world. “Dammit all!”

“I said; Shut up, woman!”