The Last Bronycon

The trio with their “plushie” on Tom’s back toured the convention for a little longer, as long as the veteran could stand. His eyes drifted to that little latina on his arm, specifically down her dress. She touched his arm, accidentally brushing her chest against him, bumping his hips as they walked. She was sending quite a few signals, few subtle.

He abandoned Brook on his quest for sandwiches, convincing him to go solo and grab a whole bunch for the group upstairs, ensuring he got veggie options for the hooved friends. Tom and Laura had to fight not to run across the bridge and to the elevators.

Inside, they rode, regretfully, with a trio of drunk men. But as they departed several floors before their destination, Tom and Laura instantly threw themselves at each other. Laura grabbed his face and shoved her tongue right into his mouth, and Tom lifted her body off the floor by her round ass. She had some amazing curves below, which were slammed into the wall of the elevator. He groaned in her mouth and pushed her head away, leaving her chin wet and her chest rising and falling rapidly.

He kept attacking her little body, groping the little woman he owned wholly, feeling her little breasts through her soft, silky dress. She clutched his head and whined out as his fingertips tucked under her skirt and pulled at the soft skin of her upper thigh, until the ding of the elevator said they were at their floor.

Tom put the little latina girl down and fixed her skirt, then wiped the lipstick from his face.

“That was hot,” Solitaire said flatly. Tom whipped his head around as the door opened, and broke into a pained laugh.

“I, I forgot-”

“Oh my god-” Laura hid her face.

Tom took her hand and led her into the modern, and thankfully empty, hall, fixing his hair and making sure Laura was presentable. “It’s not that awkward,” Solitaire said, giggling. “Guess I am good at pretending to be a plushie.”

Laura laughed with Tom and fixed her face.

“I wonder what the ponies are up to,” the woman said, her tone acknowledging and transitory, desperately so.

Opening the door revealed a war zone. A pillow was hurtling towards the trio, hitting the open door and falling harmlessly to the floor. Tom shrugged the bag off his leather-clad shoulder and handed it to Laura, Solitaire squeaking at the sudden transfer. He plucked up the pillow and stomped in, roaring, a pillow smacking his face, another whirling up to hit his groin. The solid, medium height, combat boot wearing human groaned and fell forward, taking out a stallion in his grasp and throwing the solid little horse into the bed, knocking over a pair of giggling mares. Laura ducked into the room cautiously, joining a few ponies hiding in the joined suite.

The fugitive group mingled, Diamond Express curled up with High Seas on the bed, a petite little blue pegasus mare.

On the tv was the episode where Rainbow Dash joins the wonderbolts. High Seas had glowing, watery eyes, so happy for her favorite character. Diamond couldn't get over the uniforms and how tight they were.

Solitaire climbed out of the bag, the tall mare stretched her legs quite like a cat, making Laura inclined to pet her, so she did. The unicorn smiled dumbly, her ears flipped and twitched, her eyes became unfocused as a little hand scratched in her soft mane. Laura giggled and laid on the bed with the girls, cuddling with Solitaire, her head resting in the flank of Diamond.

“So, I, like, get that its a kids show, “ Diamond started, making Laura look up from Solitaire's belly rubs. “But anyone else just, really, really think some of these girls are hot? “

The group giggled as something crashed next door. Laura regretted not bringing something to drink. “Uh, Cadence?" she said, gesturing to herself, as if reminding everyone the sky was blue. That got a few nods and mumbles of agreement.

Solitaire lifted her head as she sat snuggled up on Laura's lap. "I would pay to watch Rarity lift her tail, I bet she's the kind who's prim and proper, but get a glass of wine and she'll get the leather collars and riding crops.”

“Kinky," Laura said, reaching down and stroking her silky soft fur. “I thought you ponies were into all that stuff just like we humans are. You girls ever try bdsm?" she said, biting her lip, glancing at the shut door and hoping Tom would come through, fulfill a very big need, oh god, what if he brought the collar they packed?!

“Fuck yeah-”

“Fuck no-”

Diamond and High Seas looked at each other, blushing lightly, and laughed. It seemed the blue pegasus was either lying about how kinky she was, or just a newbie to the kink scene.

Just as Solitaire was beginning to thump her hoof on the sheets from the perfect scratching, there was a knock on the joining door, and Grizzly, the maroon stallion, stuck his head in. “Hey, Brook got us dinner, y'all want some?”

“Yeah!” High Seas said, and hopped right up, making the other girls laugh. Solitaire got up and laid prone in the plush white sheets, grumbling.

“Too much to drink? “ Laura asked, remembering the flask sips she had snuck the mare.

She nodded, curling up under the remaining pillow on the edge of the bed. “You'll be okay," Laura said, getting up, lifting her tiny skirt and fixing her panties, they had gotten a little too tight after getting wet. She sighed, feeling the heat of herself through the fabric, and just wished she and Tom could be whisked away to a quiet little place and make that hideaway nice and loud.

She swallowed and entered the next room. The pillow war had ended, there were many casualties. Tom was working on fixing the telephone that had gotten knocked off the edge while stallions and mares tucked into veggie sandwiches. Brook’s was full of meat.

Laura took a veggie sandwich and sat on the couch with the other ponies, gladly letting Grizzly get cozy. She winked down at the stallion, laying a cucumber slice on her long tongue. She smiled when he gulped and shifted his hips just a little.

Tom sat hard next to her on the other side and kicked his boots off. Something about it, the idea of a man kicking off his dusty boots after a long, hard, sweaty day of bread winning appealed to her. She didn't like to consider herself dependent, but it was still a nice thought.

She gladly laid on his side, tucked under his heavy arm, listening to him breathe. He dipped his face and kissed her head. She sat up and smiled, pulling her hair behind her ear. She went back to eating and watching the tv, thankfully, something other than my little pony. Brook had put on the cult classic Rocky Horror Picture Show, and now Brad and Janet were getting rained out. She giggled, knowing the slice of culture these ponies were in for.

“So," Brook said, taking another drink of whiskey. “We were talking earlier. You stallions, how big, ya know, do ya get? A foot?"

Grizzly laughed as Bobcat lifted his head, a pillow falling off the bed. “Uh," he laughed more.

Bobcat stood and shook off the blankets, yawning and stretching. ”Whats a foot?" the yellow stallion asked.

“What are we talking about? “ Grizzly asked, smiling as his chin was scratched by the lovely princess.

“Dicks,” Tom said with automatic ease.

“How big are stallion dicks?" Brook asked flatly. “There's jokes horses have huge dicks."

“They do,” Laura said matter-of-factly.

Grizzly and bobcat laughed, glancing at each other. Tom thought he saw a dagger or two fly through the air. “I'm bigger," Bobcat said, also as if it were plain fact.

“Than a baby, mine’s like a baby's hoof," Grizzly shot back.

“Yeah, just the hoof maybe.” Tom thought of a horse with a hoof, and just the hoof, needing to shake his head to free his poor mind of the image.

“Just answer the question, you two, “ Laura purred, stroking Grizzlys back. He sat down and leaned against her again.

He sat up tall and looked at his belly. Laura followed his gaze and fought not to squirm. She did stare. Between his legs, resting on his tail under him, was a plump looking sack. She guessed it was about the same size as Tom's, recalling the last time she got to touch it. The stallion had a wrinkled, dark red pouch of skin. He wasn't very shy about it at all.

“About….. Here? It gets about that long.” He was holding a hoof about a third of the way up his belly. Laura touched the point his hoof met his belly. He took his hoof away, so everyone could see. She wagered the distance was a healthy, soreness inducing ten inches, perhaps. Brook was right, they needed a ruler. She was swallowing every two seconds, just about ignoring the song and dance number. “How about you guys? Do humans have small penises or something?"

Brook shrugged. Tom just answered plainly. "Yeah. I had to buy an adapter so I don't pee on my balls.”

Laura erupted with laughter, holding her sides, sending Grizzly back. She fell into Tom's lap and sighed, hugging her man tight.

Tom drank a bottle of water as she cuddled with him and Grizzly, the great question answered for now. She liked to stroke his soft silver mane. The cuddleable stallion curled up in her lap. As she was beginning to sing along with the first big number, Tom leaned down and whispered in her ear. He could be reading a takeout menu, her spine would still tingle. What he said was enough to make her mouth water. "I'm taking you to the next room and locking that fucking door.”

She bit her lip to keep herself quiet. She got up and excused herself, patting grizzly on his head.

She went into the opposite room’s bathroom and waited, panting, legs ajar, shivering as she waited for her man. On her mind wasn't his amazing cock, it was the potential of those two stallions. She longed to play with their jewels, make their dicks spill from those sheaths, stroke the soft, heavy, cute length til he was ridgid, flaring, cumming, oh god her body was on fire for horse-

Suddenly, the door was open. “I think they all know I'm in here fucking you, so let's just get started," Tom said, opening his jeans, standing in the doorway to the bathroom. His snug t-shirt showed his efforts over the year at the gym. She smirked and shivered looking at him.

“I want you, “ was all she could mutter. Tom took her hand and didn't help her up as much as pull her body to his. He didn't even kiss her as he laid her down on the empty suite’s bed, rapidly yanking off his shirt and jeans with practiced ease. She barely had her skirt hiked up before his nude body was on hers, fingers rubbing her panties. Laura was in bliss that she only needed to pull the fabric aside. She tried to be quiet. Her squeaks and moans likely didn't seep into the other room, or she hoped. She closed her eyes as he touched her with that hot body, his calloused hands on her thighs. The walls were paper thin, who cared?!

He took her. One finger inside her little pussy, two, curling and squeezing her spot, oh that perfect spot. She dug her nails into his back and inhaled sharply through clenched teeth.

“Like that, Candyass?" he grumbled in her ear, letting her go and moving up over her.

“Fuck me deep, like the princess of sex deserves. Give it to me!" she hissed in his ear. She giggled, licking her teeth. “Ah, like that limp dicked husband of mine could never do!”

Then, suddenly, all her lights popped. Her body was falling through space, his thick cock was entering her, and time stood still for a second. The pleasure was so teased, her anticipation so built up, she enjoyed an orgasmic explosion the instant he sank in fully, cock pushing her cervix, hips on hers. She had a dozen little spasms as he thrusted, dragging her from that amazing place and giving her more pleasure.

“Fuck, I haven't fucked in so long, I'm not gonna last very long, “ he panted.

“I don't care, I just came I think, I want more, give it to me! “ she huffed. They rocked, his thrusts hard and slow, punishing her for making him wait so long.

“I fucking love your pussy, princess," he whispered. It was so easy to call her that, she was a sweet little girl, his princess, his sex toy.

She laughed and moaned softly, stroking his back with her long pink nails. “Fuck me, baby, ah, fuck that pussy, ooooooh give it to me!”

“You want it on your face?” he asked, standing tall on his knees and driving down into her. Even in the dim light, she loved the shape of him. He wasn't an olympian, but he didn't have that veteran beer gut. Nice lean body with strong arms, what wasn’t to like? Oh, and his big white cock. Shame it was cut.

She laughed and moaned, reaching up to stroke his arms as he came down to rest his hands by her face, elbows locked. His thrusts were getting so brutally fast, she loved how he made the bed and her body rock, recoil, squirm. “Turn… turn the light on.”

Tom planted a wet sucking kiss on her neck, getting her giggling again. She sighed as he exited her, leaving her empty, slightly sore, wanting more. She rubbed her wet clitoris as she waited, eyes shut.

When there was a dim flick and a slight red glare through her eyelids, Laura cracked her eyes as she felt the weight of his body return.

“Oh," she got to say before his long, pussy-smelling, cut cock to her lips, hand in her soft dark hair. She groaned and looked up as his weight pressed down, letting him in, eyes full of his sexy midsection. He didn't quite have that six pack he was working on, but Tom was plenty sexy for a twenty-eight year old. He, too, groaned as his long cock dipped into that wet, soft mouth, tongue swirling over the skin.

Tom stroked her cheek with a thumb as he rocked his hips gently. He pulled free and used her saliva for lube to masturbate. He groaned and stroked hard, dipping his two balls into her lips. The little lipstick left came right off onto his skin.

She stroked his hard, hairy thighs, spreading her knees wide, wishing she could have a hundred clones of him to pleasure. She trembled and looked up hungrily as he grunted. "Give me the pillow, “ she said, fixing her long hair, so ready to get painted. She bit her lip hard, eyeing a big bead of precum. She held his legs planted, keeping him in front of her, making sure he saw her lap that drop up.

Oh god, she missed this taste so much.

Tom reached over, and staring down at her, snagged the pillow in a firm grip. As he brought it near, there was a sound like a squeak. “Don't worry, I ain't gonna hit ya like the other ponies, Candy. I've got a nice cumsho-”

“That wasn't me, “ Laura said.

Laying with hooves crossed over her head laid Solitaire, her long black and red tail hiked high in the air.

“Fuck," Tom grumbled, getting up and rapidly slipping his pants back up, very careful of his groin as he zipped it up. Laura fixed her outfit and they hovered near the door. Tom took his underwear and stuffed it in a pocket, shit in his other hand.

They stood.

“Did you see everything?" she asked softly. Solitaire slowly lifted her head and nodded, gulping.

“I…. Um… won't tell.”

“The others know we're in here, “ Laura said quietly.

The silence was crushing.

At last, Laura slipped into the bathroom and fixed herself in the mirror, as Tom stood, rubbing his neck. “Uh, I didn't know, ah, you…”

Solitaire’s face matched half her mane." It's okay, I was under the..."

The door opened and Tom was pulled through.

The first thing Tom saw when he came back through to the first suite were the stallions he nearly tripped over. Long Haul, the vivid blue earth pony stallion, and Sparkchaser, a much less bulky and pastel dark blue unicorn, were stumbling from the bathroom, Spark had quite a limp. Two ponies, Diamond and High Seas, stumbled in after, tongues in each others mouths.

On the couch sat Brook, two stallions busy using his face as a canvas. Across his forehead was a crude yet detailed cock of horse anatomy, the veins being filled in with magic marker by Grizzly. The man's chin had another, quite better in quality thanks to Bobcats skill. In his lap was the three empty flasks.

“Guys," was all Tom thought to say, suddenly aware of his aching balls, thanks to a giggling stallion using his head to lift them. He simply pet Sparkchaser on his drunk cheek as Laura laughed. The television was going on about a time warp.

"Huh. Ponies fucking party.” Laura hugged her boyfriend from the side, stepping away from a mess dribbling down from a cute little limp horsecock.