The Last Bronycon

Laura and Tom slept in the opposite room alongside the adorably shy Solitaire. They couldn’t resume after the interruption, it was just a little too much of a show stopper. The pony’s kinky side was known to her, but Laura was tired enough to simply cuddle with her, pajamas on, of course. When the three woke, Diamond and High Seas were sticking their little heads above the covers between their human hosts. They had sex on their breath, waking the ex sailor at the first beams of morning light entering the window. Military life had ruined his internal snooze button. After five hours of sleep, he was up.

He walked to the bathroom and took a nice hot shower, exiting in a towel to a blushing Solitaire. She smiled sheepishly and stepped in after him. “Uh, need help?" he asked quietly.

The squeak that left her lips reminded him very much of last night.

“Not like that." he sighed though the palm on his face.

She bit her lip and shook her head. “I'll figure it out. Um, thank you Tom…. And… you're… “ Waiting for her to make words was insufferable to the grumpy man. “Bigger. Than stallions."

She kicked the door shut, giving an accidental glimpse at her adorable little sex. The resulting slam triggered his fight or flight response, and he had a subconscious urge to shout at the unindoctrinated newbie. It was followed by a deep subconscious desire to harm himself for thinking those thoughts. He was off the submarine. Noises were okay. Noises were okay… He laughed silently to himself and walked towards his clothes.

Tom looked at the bed and saw three sleeping females, all in tates of disassembly. He smiled and dropped his towel. No one stirred.

The man slipped some clean underwear and gym shorts on, then a pony shirt and, lastly, his watch, every bit a part of his attire as his socks. The thing had done two tours on a KC-130 on his friend’s wrist, and three deployments at test depth on a Los Angeles class submarine. It was the cause of his tanline and his timeliness. He tied his shoes and passed the comatose Brook in the neighboring room, his cheeks had labels of whose cock was who’s, with tally marks for votes. Bobcat won, which would explain the two stallions tangled in a hoof fight, sleeping on the floor. The human was spooning Sparkchaser, pants on.

He filled a bottle of water and snuck it in his friends grip before he left, getting two cool glasses himself.

The gym was on the second floor, and was unsurprisingly empty and lacking. A quarter mile on the treadmill answered the question “am I too hungover to run?” with a pounding in his head on every step. He stepped off and got sixty pound weights off the rack. He warmed up with pushups, then benched the free weights, the heaviest they had, and luckily, his current max. It was impossible in his current state, so he downloaded to fifties. The man sat up and moved on to lunges, skull crushers, and more pushups. With a shrug, he also did a few curls, never really working up much more than a light sweat. It still felt great to get the blood pumping some. He wiped off and left the room, just as he found it.

Out walked the man onto the street, shades to lessen the seven o’clock hangover, on a mission for chorizo and orange juice. If there was champagne in it, so be it.

Tom got his wish at a nice little cafe, only a few rainbows in sight, and walked back full and proud with two orders to go. He picked up a bottle of juice and vodka on his way back as well.

Exiting the elevator of the hotel were two bleary eyed, mildly obese men who, he could tell, neglected to shower. The ponies on their shirts were faded and the designs cracking. These shirts had seen years of wear, perhaps weeks of sun. He smiled and greeted them, they warmly replied and followed on. The air in the elevator had a tint of anguish, not from the bodies but from the setting, perhaps the liquor leftover on their breath. He got time to think about the convention, it's final chapter. He, too, felt a bit somber. It was all the more reason to get drunk and wild, he thought with a smile.

Brook, Spark, and the guard unicorns hadn’t moved. In the less destroyed room, Solitaire was brushing her long mane, looking quite adorable with her body and tail in a towel each. "Morning, cutie,” he said, completely unsure why he said that.

“You better mean me,” Laura said, sitting up, her little breasts in a black tank top. Her little nipples were sticking up, and he had a hard time not dropping everything and sucking on them. He swallowed and walked up, giving her morning mouth a kiss and setting her breakfast on the table.

“Ohmygodiloveyou” she sighed, taking a big burrito and taking a bite, groaning like he was fucking her. The other mares were beginning to stir, and Long Haul was hobbling in.

The stallion yawned a “Mornin’," smiling satisfiedly. He took to the bathroom and slammed the door, making Tom clench his fist and Laura giggle. She snuggled into his side as she sat up, well aware of his malady.

“Last night was amazing," she mumbled softly. “Sorry you didn't cum."

“He might be the only one," Diamond purred, rolling over, her head in Laura's lap. “Hey, Solitaire. Who's bigger, men or stallions?”

She simply blushed and nibbled her hoof, looking away.

“I wouldn't mind finding out, “ the older mare continued, rolling onto her front and standing, stretching like a kitten. Tom wanted equal parts to shove her for the casual language about something private, and stroke her adorable back. She advanced and reached over Laura to touch the man’s leg. The girl’s free hand gripped her tight at the knee, knuckles white, death in her eyes.

“If you like walking on four legs, you're gonna never, ever touch my boyfriend again.”

The mare slowly took her hoof away, when allowed to. “Wow. Little firecracker. I was a lot like you when I was in my twenty somethings, “ Diamond giggled, sitting her round flanks down.

Laura closed her eyes and smiled cutely, rubbing her head on his chin, resting on his chest. “Mine," she sighed. It was as if she hadn’t even threatened to break someone’s leg. He gave her a kiss on her forehead and stood, facing her, his plumped cock right in front of her eyes. It didn't take much, being so pent up.

“So, what do we wanna do tonight?" he asked, letting three mares, well, female mammals, stare. He felt like the guy in a cheap porno. A glance confirmed that, through shorts, he was showing that erection.

Laura just stared at it. Solitaire unwrapped her tail and brushed that now, smirking and looking away. Diamond giggled as High Seas came and gave her a little nuzzle and peck. “I wanna learn about bad dragon," the sleepy pegasus said.

On cue, the bathroom door opened, the sink still running. "I can't reach the knob to turn it off,” Long Haul said, shaking his thankfully wet hooves alternately. ”But I learned all about Bad Dragon last night with Spark and Brook! Before he passed out and we got distracted. Uh, it's a site with TONS of weird dildos!”

The mares giggled. The humans were still in slight shock. Laura gulped and took a large bite of her breakfast, any excuse to keep quiet. “Like, dog, horses, dragon, like, weird stuff I've never heard of. And they sell fake jizz! It's lube or something. Brook said he had tons back in Denver. Wherever that is. It sounds like some of these humans are into some kinky shit. Like fucking ponies and getting fucked by them, too, “ he laughed. Laura just kept chewing slowly, all eyes on her, then the focus shifted to Tom. He had no burrito to chew.

“Hey,” he said, the awkwardness was a fog in the air. “People are into weird shit. Those guys are just making a profit on the weirdos.” He kept quiet about the two dildos he and Laura had in her other bag, not to mention fake cum and all sorts of goodies.

The ponies took that as answer enough, and dissolved to mingle and finish off the last two sandwiches, the lettuce limp.

Brook was too hungover to be furious. He took the main bathroom, in the room next door, for more than an hour, scrubbing his face and emptying his stomach, Tom couldn’t tell from which end by the noise. Most of the other ponies mumbled and grumbled and got to their hooves. The time ticked by and Tom got… bored. He ordered room service, doughnuts with sprinkles, willing to cut into his savings and bet on getting that new job soon.

When it came, he was back in his coveralls and working on his greaser hairdo. Laura decided to do just a bit of fur suiting, and was wearing the whole Rarity ensemble as Grizzly got cozy in her lap, watching the glory that was Princess Twilight struggle with her new wings. Bobcat vouched for the accuracy, while Grizzly disputed it outright.

Distracted by donuts, Tom took Laura into the next room and locked the door. He checked the big white bed for any hiding ponies this time. Tom rubbed her groin, the fashionista holding her hooves above her head. He stroked and pushed and searched, and finally found the very well hidden slit. In went two fingers, touching her white panties.

He pulled the satin to the side and got his fingers wet, making her arch her back and moan. “Sore?" he asked quietly. She nodded. The man pulled his fingers free and licked them clean, his cock rock hard. He unzipped his coveralls up from the groin and produced his cock, stroking, not too fast as the zipper teeth were accurately named, biting his skin as he drew back. He zipped up further and adjusted, and they were no longer a problem.

The man breathed hard and spread those legs wide, letting her hooves curl behind his back. He pulled himself close and was extra careful not to get precum on the velvet. He closed his eyes and felt inside the fabric slit, found her vulva, and pushed.

“Oh, yes,” Laura hissed, hugging him tight as that tool slipped all the way inside her liquid velvet tunnel. She giggled, and asked in character: “Want me to moan like a lady, darling?”

With a smirk, Tom stood tall on his knees and pulled her wide hips to him, diving his cock deep inside with a shove. “Ah, yeah, that might be hot,” he said, sucking a breath and railing down into her, making her gasp.

“Oh, darling, that’s the spot, yes!” she said, her impression hardly convincing.

It was too much, and Tom had to laugh. He laid on her and made his thrusts deep and slow, gentle, so much more intimate. “Ah, alright, that’s enough, Rares,” he said, bucking her deep and fast, too good to patiently fuck her. Besides, she was sore, and he didn't want to take too long. She was so wet, so hot, he sighed and hugged her body, needing to pull his face out of the way of her mask. He pushed it up and helped her pull it off, immediately giving her naked face a deep kiss.

“I need to get dolled up.”

“Ah, I’ll give you a pearl necklace.”

“Fuck, give me a fucking creamy snack, baby,” she moaned, tossing her head to the side and wincing, smiling, then wincing again. “God, so fucking thick,” she hissed.

Tom shivered and rapidly pulled out, the pressure in his gut came much too fast. No time to talk, he hooked a thumb in her mouth and pumped his load right onto her tongue. Her brown eyes looking up were too gorgeous, too perfect, she was full of obedient energy and it just fueled him all the more. He grunted, his orgasm lasting nine hard shots of white, thick cum. He stroked the last bits out, letting her hold it on her tongue. “Ah, good girl,” he sighed, standing tall on his knees. “Drink it, Rarity, fucking cumslut.”

Laura obeyed and, panting, smiling ear to ear, showed off her "clean" throat. “That was so fucking hot,” she said, panting, twitching some.

“God, you’re telling me,” he sighed, laying back, tucking his cock away. He let Rarity lay with him, her big hoof on his chest. “You know how much I love watching you gulp and show off after. Ah... Wanna get that face painted up for Candy and go see the chaos?” he asked casually, laying snugly with her, in no sort of hurry to get anywhere.

She shook her hair out of her face, tried to pull it behind her ear with her hoof, and pouted. Tom helped and gave her a smile, she returned it warmly, face absolutely glowing. “In a minute,” she giggled. “I should probably digest some.”