Whiskey is a real mare's drink
Steel Box was sitting on a barstool nursing her whisky when a tan stallion sat down next to her.
"I-I'll have a, um, a pink raspberry cosmopolitan, please," he said shyly, eyes partially obscured by a brown mane. The bartender nodded and fixed him his cute little drink while Steel Box shamelessly eyed him up and down. He looked like a nice piece of ass, and she intended to get some for herself.
"Hey, gorgeous," she said, turning toward him with a quiet creak of protest from the stool. "Come here often?" She already knew the answer, as she was a regular here at The Stumbling Mare.
"N-no," he replied in a cute falsetto, clearly very unsure of himself. He suddenly found his drink very interesting, staring at it like it held the answers to the universe.
Steel Box slammed a gray hoof on the counter, making the stallion jump. "Bartender!" she said in a commanding tone. "This pretty little stud's next drink is on me."
The stallion looked surprised. "O-oh, thank you, miss..." he trailed off to let her answer his implied question.
"Steel Box, and don't worry about it. The pleasure is all mine," she said with a not-so-subtle wink.
"B-Balsa Dowel," he replied, blushing. He took a sip of his drink just for an excuse to look away from her smug, flirty grin before it flustered him.
"So. You new in town?" Steel Box asked. She didn't really give a shit, she just wanted to keep him talking, and thus, interested.
"Yeah, just visiting a friend who moved here recently," he said with a smile. "Unfortunately, he got called in to work, and he's a doctor, so he couldn't say no. So, I'm just checking out the bar here tonight."
The mare could almost see strings unattaching themselves from the stallion as thoughts of being on top of him filled her mind.
"Well, I'm checkin' out something too," she said with a debaucherous lick of her lips and shameless stare at his cute ass.
Balsa Dowel blushed again and focused on his drink, finishing it. He had to admit, she was rather nice looking, but he hadn't planned on coming to the bar for a one night stand. He ordered a grapefruit mimosa with lime, feeling the mare's hungry eyes all over him. It was equal parts exciting and intimidating, as he had never really been hit on quite so directly before. Flattery won out over anxiety in the end, however, after he took a sip of his new fruity drink.
"So, you live nearby, I take it?" he said, almost unable to believe those words had come out of his mouth. The cosmopolitan he had finished wasn't helping either, as the light buzz he felt was certainly affecting his decisions.
"Just up the street. Why? You interested in seeing it?" she asked. Oh yeah. She still had it.
The shy stallion bit his lower lip and nodded. Suddenly realizing what he had just committed to, he took a large gulp from his citrusy mimosa, then added "Um, a-after I finish this."
"Mmm, no problem, sweet thighs."
The two made small talk as Balsa Dowel finished his drink. By the time he reached the bottom of his glass, he was feeling much more confident. Still, in the back of his mind, he had lingering fears of being raped and murdered. The kind of thing he'd hear about all the time in the news but wouldn't ever happen to him. This mare didn't seem the type, but one could never tell for sure.
They left the bar and walked along the hard-packed dirt road, with Steel Box leading the way. The anxious yet excited stallion looked up and saw her toned gray rear wiggling under her black tail as she walked. He immediately looked away, shaming himself. Just because she was a pervert didn't mean he had to be too. He hated to admit that he didn't hate what he saw.
"Here it is. Home, sweet home," she said, turning in to a small walkway leading up to a little cottage. Empty beer cans were scattered about the unkempt lawn that was bordered by a short worn picket fence. In front of the door was a cheap plastic patio chair and a small table with an ash tray atop it. Cigarette butts lay strewn on the table and immediate area. Steel Box shoved the door open with a grunt and explained. "Fuckin' door sticks. Gotta really shove it sometimes."
Balsa Wood nodded. "I see." He followed her inside. The living room was messy but not chaotic or unsanitary. A few boxes of Playmare magazines sat in the open next to a short, low couch covered with a patterned blanket. The air smelt of stale cigarette smoke and lingering feminine musk. Suddenly being alone with her made the stallion's heart race in anticipation. It felt dirty, but exciting being in her home, offering a glimpse into the mare beneath the gray pelt, living as she wants, indifferent to what Equestria at large thinks of her.
The moment the door closed behind him, she was on him. She pressed her lips to his with all the grace of a charging bull and thrust her tongue into his mouth. Balsa Dowel eeped in surprise, but didn't protest, and even opened his mouth to let the warm tongue inside.
Steel Box, impatient mare that she was, back-walked toward her bedroom, dragging the stallion with her, lips still locked to his. Inside her room, she pulled out of the kiss and a predatory smile formed on her lips. She grabbed him and turned him around, pushing him toward her bed, where he obediently laid his front half on it, presenting his rear and wiggling it for her. He didn't know if it was the alcohol doing it or he himself. His shaft slipped free from his sheath as arousal began to cloud his mind. His tail flagged high and his legs spread apart to give her easy access to what she wanted. The mare hungrily mounted him and grunted as she pressed herself forward slowly, ignoring the fact that there was nothing there to even put inside him.
"A-ah, so big," Balsa said as his cock leaked. As she pressed forward slowly, her hips eventually bumped up against his and she stayed there for a moment to let him settle. A rope of cum spurted from the stallion's tip, onto the bed's white sheet as he had a small orgasm. "Nnh..." he moaned. There was nothing penetrating him, yet he had still never felt so full.
"Mmm, good little whore," Steel Box said, slowly pulling back. "Now I'm gonna rut you like the slut you are." She rammed her hips forward, colliding with his again, eliciting a cute moan from him. Then she pistoned back and forth, bumping her crotch against him repeatedly, building up speed. His cock was leaking and spraying cum intermittently as he orgasmed multiple times beneath her. She pounded against him hard and fast, her need reflected in her rhythm.
Balsa Dowel moaned and buried his face in the seldom-washed sheets as he screamed out a muffled "yes!", orgasms wracking his body. The sheets under his cock were slick with his semen as he continued to cum against them. He had no idea how much he had needed this relief, this release. The mare grunted above him.
"Mnh, gonna cum," she said as she slapped her hips against him, holding herself there. Then, with a gravelly moan, she came. Her pussy lips twitched and clear fluid spurted from between them onto her legs and the floor. Then another rope of marecum erupted from her powerfully, tickling her thighs as it ran down them. His cock leaked multiple bursts of seed as her orgasm triggered another one from him. Several weaker gushes came from her next as she rode out her orgasm, panting heavily over her stallion. Once she finished, she pulled back and smacked his ass playfully with a hoof, causing him to jump in surprise.
"You're a good lay, sweetheart. Thanks," she said.
He blushed at the compliment and thanked her. They shared one last quick kiss before he left, heart still pounding in his chest. He shivered a bit at the cold night air, and decided he should go home and sleep.
Steel Box was sitting on her couch flicking her bean to some cute studs in the new Playmare when her doorbell rang.
"Ah, shit," she said under her breath and got up to see who it was. She opened the door to reveal a tan stallion with a darker brown mane. "Yeah?"
"Um... hey, Steel Box?" he said shyly. She nodded and cocked an eyebrow, waiting for him to get to the point. "I don't know if you remember me, but we met at the bar about six months ago? Balsa Dowel. I, uh... I don't really know how else to say this, but... I'm pregnant. And... you're the only pony I, uh... y'know. T-turns out I might have been in heat, so... yeah."
Then she noticed he was idly running a hoof over his slightly distended belly.
Oh, buck.
