Beware, beware... the horny mare!
Sign was pissed.
She sat back in her chair, crossing her arms and puffing her cheeks out with barely concealed ferocity. It had been an extremely challenging month so far, and this game night was not making things any easier.
The mute, dermal-glyph conveying, brown-furred unicorn mare looked around the table at the other participants for their first evening of Ogres and Oubliettes, her friend and roommate Charcoal, a rather nerdy looking earth-pony stallion named Pone Dexter sporting thick black rimmed glasses, complete with a small piece of white tape repairing a broken spot of his spectacles - almost the perfect stereotype of a nerd. Next to him was a handsome unicorn, if a bit wiry looking, by the name of Moon Gleam, his blue fur matched well with his dark mop of black mane, and his intense green eyes were rather cute.
But Sign wasn’t interested in those colts. She had her mind set on the last member of their table, currently crouched behind the cardboard paper screen, acting as the GM for the table: the strange monkey-ape-like mammal named Anonymous. She watched with annoyance as the human launched into yet another tirade on why one rule or another prevented their party from dropping the entire dungeon ceiling on one of his meticulously planned encounters. The discussion was getting heated, as Moon Gleam and Pone accused the human of ‘meta-gaming,’ whatever that meant. Sign growled at the back of her throat, she really couldn’t give a crap about this stupid O&O nerdy shit.
It wasn’t that she didn’t like the game, or nerdy things. On the contrary, any other time Sign would have been happy to munch down Cheetos and guzzle mountain dew with the best of them. But, right now, she was horny. Sign rested her head grumpily on one hoof as she considered the past month’s unlucky series of events.
Everything had been off to an amazing start at the beginning of the school year. She and her roommate Charcoal had made friends, in the most physically intimate of ways, with the handsome and potent young human. What had followed that first frenzied classroom rutting session was a series of delightful dates, with Anon taking Charcoal and her out to lovely Canterlot restaurants, attractions, and movies. Their little romantic harem could usually barely contain themselves on each date, knowing the incredible sexual escapades that awaited them when they would retire to the mares’ dorm room. Sign sighed wistfully: the only thing more satisfied than her heart that brief time before… had been her marehood. Anonymous had the most wonderful equipment.
Then the school year had really ramped up.
For whatever reason, probably some damn curse of random unluckiness (curse you Discord!), Sign’s curricular itinerary was diametrically out of synch with Charcoal’s and Anon’s. Nearly all of her classes occurred when they were on break, and the courses that she had to take as electives for the degree she was pursuing (in comparative graphology her chosen minor and a nice complement to her business major in advertising), were all in the early, early morning hours.
Sign wasn’t one to complain about getting up before Celestia had even begun to raise her sun, she’d always been a morning mare… but it meant most of the time she was already fast asleep when Anon would drop by late to hang out. It didn’t help that the few times she would wake up groggily in the middle of the night, she could hear the screaming moans of passion through the thin walls, as Charcoal had the horseapples fucked out of her by the human cock she missed so much. The squeaking, pounding sound of the bed knocking over and over and over. The stories Charcoal would relate the next day about just how sore her flanks were from the pounding she’d taken didn’t help either.
She’d gotten through that stressful first week with calm, deep breaths, lots of ice cream… and by telling herself that she’d make up for the lost time on the weekend when they would have 48 hours to screw each other rotten… that was when Anon announced that he would need to spend the next two weekends accompanying Luna to some damn hick-town in the middle of nowhere to meet and report on his university experiences to some bureaucratic black hole… what the hell was a ‘school of friendship’ anyway!?
The snarl on Sign’s face deepened as she thought back to those painful weeks, waking up completely unsatisfied, morning after morning. She could swear that her brain must be subliminally hearing Charcoal and Anon’s coital sound effects in her sleep, giving her the most lurid of dreams, where she was ravaged by endless human phalluses, much to her delight. It would always end just before she would achieve any satisfaction, the blaring beeps of her bedside alarm waking her to the new day; her soaked sheets, throbbing marehood, and dripping thighs not making it any easier on her.
Even cold showers didn’t help! She found herself walking about campus with a throbbing pussy, dripping, drooling and winking like she was going through her first heat back in high school. It was a constant struggle not to flag her tail at every co-ed walking past her (and impossible if the stallion walking by was particularly handsome), and the only thing keeping her from grabbing one of them and hauling them to the nearest empty closet for a hard bucking was the desire to save up for some sweet, monkey-loving.
She even had the damn date circled five times on her wall-calendar: the first Friday where all three of them would be together in the apartment and none of them would have anything to do for two days straight… except each other.
And then, this damn game night! When Anon had brought up the possibility, she’d tried to kick Charcoal in the shin to get her attention and flash her a skin-message about how this was a HORRIBLE idea that she should turn down… but the eager mare had quickly enthusiastically nodded and agreed to cook a delicious pizza for the evening. That mare was head over heels for Anon… well, more like head-down flank-up for Anon… not that Sign was any different.
Charcoal had tried to console her friend afterward with the promise of the most debauched weekend, but Sign was still grumpy. So many weeks of tantric denial… for THIS!?
Back in the present, Pone Dexter had risen from his chair and was angrily jabbing at Anon’s chest. “No, you CAN’T have your archwarlock villain open a portal to the underverse and summon a dragon that holds up the ceiling… the rules manual clearly states that it would take 5 turns to-”
“So what!?” Anon shouted, “typical rules lawyer! What if my villain is a time wizard who can freeze time and make the portal appear instantly, what then!?”
“That doesn’t make any-”
“Why can’t you guys just trust me on this!? I set up a really cool encounter and you’re going to ruin the whole thing with this stupid ass-pulling dungeon nonsense!” Anon slammed a fist on the table, making Sign’s character, a pegasus rogue, jump.
What if my rogue drops her skirt and presents herself to the archwarlock as a flesh sacrifice.? Sign let the words scroll across her arm half-mindedly. She couldn’t help it at this point, all her thoughts throughout the night’s campaign had been about sex. Whether that of her character or in real life. She’d had to keep herself from ducking under the table to inspect her male companions’ groins a few times already.
“Dude, if your archwarlock can freeze time, why wouldn’t he just do that and walk over to our party and cut all our throats? It doesn’t make sense.” Moon Gleam spoke up.
Not for the first time tonight, once again, the boys were completely ignoring Sign’s sexual innuendos. Sure, they only appeared as ink-like text on her fur and might be lost when all the attention was on the shouted words of a heated argument, but it was still annoying as hell. The only thing more frustrated than Sign, was Sign’s marehood.
“FINE! Maybe I will just do that if you guys want to play this way!” Anon jabbed his own finger back at Moon Gleam. “Zippy the archwarlock squirrelkin freezes time and walks over to Lunarshine the Paladin and cuts his head off. He turns to Dexterious the Wise and-”
“I ROLL A COUNTERSPELL CHECK!” Pone Dexter shouted panicking. Before Anon could even say anything, he threw his blue dice on the table, it bounced with a clatter and ended on its side, a natural 1 staring up at the table.
Anon smirked. “Zippy cuts Dexterious’s stallionhood off and shoves it down the wizards throat before reanimating it, choking him to death on his own cock.”
“This is BULLSHIT!” Pone Dexter knocked the board from the table, sending figurines and tiles flying. “Buck you and buck your stupid campaign! I’m outta here!” The furious colt stormed for the door, grabbing his jacket.
Charcoal and Moon Gleam reached up for the angry pony begging him to stop. “Wait, dude!” But it was too late, and his exit was concluded with the slam of the dorm room door.
:”Buck…” Moon Gleam grunted, “...that escalated quickly. I better go after him.” He stood up and chugged the last of his drink before heading after his friend. “Thanks again guys, let’s do this next week.”
No thanks. Sign’s statement flashed across her crossed arms, but nopony noticed, much to her annoyance.
“Hang on, I’ll go with you.” Charcoal chirped nervously and stood up as well. “I want to make sure he’s OK. Plus, he forgot his dice.”
WAIT! Charcoal!
Sign let her body flash intermittently black and brown to get her friend’s attention.
What about….
Sign let the ellipses complete her though. Her friend simply sighed, then winked at her. “I’m sure you’ll be fine on your own. You’ve earned it.” Charcoal grabbed her toque, bundling up quickly before following the departing unicorn. “I’ll be back soon, you two!”
The door shut behind her.
And just like that, Sign was alone with Anon, in the cacophonic mess of the upturned table, the detritus of the recent argument littering the dining room.
“Fuck!” Anon threw his arms up, “...this is why I HATE being the DM. Nobody ever wants to just have fun, they’re always trying to fucking WIN or something.” He kicked his chair back as he stood up, the legs squealing against the kitchen floor. “I’m so fucking pissed, I should just go home an-”
Sign was up out of her chair faster than lightning. That was one thing that she was NOT going to let happen. Before Anon had a chance to even take a step toward the door, Sign trotted around the table. Standing up on her hind hooves, she put one hoof on his shoulder and pressed him back against the wall with her unicorn magic, slamming him against the frame of Charcoal’s bedroom door.
“Ooph what the heck are y-”
Sign cut him off, looking up at the much taller human with a frown on her face. She reached her left forehoof between his legs, feeling between his ridiculous sweatpants and taking a good hoof hold of his monkey-junk, squeezing delicately to get the human to shut up.
That’s better.
The words flashed across Sign’s predatory, grinning face., just under her horn along her forehead. Scrolling in marquee at what she considered to be a sultry pace.
You’ve been ignoring me all night with your talk talk talk. So now you’re gonna shut up and LISTEN.
She heard him gulp, as she idly stroked the mass of flesh concealed behind the annoying layer of fabric. The sausage in there was beginning to stiffen and grow under her attention. Anon’s blushing face was caught completely off-guard. Sign loved that with just a little attitude and a tiny bit of strength, she was easily dominating this larger, stronger, sexual beast. She licked her lips as she considered how she could have the most fun with him
See Anon… I’m not done playing O and O… but this time I think YOU should make a character. First, we need a name…
“H-huh?”
ENTER YOUR NAME: _
Sign made the cursor flash on her forehead, like an old-school PC game.
“I don’t know, what abo-”
ENTER YOUR NAME: ANON’S COCK_
Sign typed out the letters before Anon could say anything. She brought her right hoof up and over the lip of the human’s waistband, dipping it into the warm space below. She grinned as she felt that he wasn’t wearing any underwear… which made it all the easier for her hoof to find his rapidly stiffening penis and softly grip and stroke it, hoofing him with casual intensity, the feel of his slick pale flesh welcome against the underside of her frog.
“F-fuck… S-sign…” Anon grunted, leaning away from her and closing his eyes, stiffening and fattening under her ministrations.
Sign chuckled in her throat, then stopped stroking and stepped back from the human, leaving him a mewling mess. She took a step back and turned around, dragging her brown tail between his legs, pulling her long hairs against his inner thighs and stroking his almost fully erect cock through his pants.
Your character’s stats:
The dim light from Sign's horn illuminated her grinning face as she let her body text scroll across the top of her left butt-cheek, as she looked over her shoulder at the stiff pole tenting the front of the human’s sweatpants by a good, hard 8 inches.
Sign playfully flicked her tail up and began to list out Anon’s statistics, the characters filling the shapely, tight globes of flanks and writing inward toward her hot plot.
RACE: HUMN
GRTH: 10
LNGT: 9
SHPE: 10
She flicked her tail up, playfully letting the 0 in the girth stat rest right over her tight, dark brown tailhole, the black ink perfectly framing her naughty little ponut.
DEX: 10
STM: 10
VOL: 9
TSTE: 9
She let the remaining statistics scroll across her right ass-cheek, before wiggling her plot seductively, letting her brown tail flick left and right with playful intensity. She could see that Anon’s eyes were glued to her pussy which was swollen and drooling, desperate for attention. She swallowed some of her enthusiasm, the reminder of just how much she currently ached momentarily kicking her out of her planned erotic adventure.
Her body shuddered against her control, the spasm of muscles starting just below her belly button, rippling downward through her gut with a powerful clench, making her strong pelvic floor grip and fire, her tight gluteal muscles throbbing, before her cunt winked with a wash of electric sensitivity. Sign felt her pink, steamy interior spread to the dorm room’s air, her fat clitoris sliding out between the tight, moist lips, a little splash of sticky, clear marecum splattering to the floor. All the black text on her plot fuzzed slightly as her control over her ability slipped ever so slightly.
Gods she wanted to be bred into the floor, NOW!
Clearing her throat, Sign cleared the text from her backside, replacing it with a new challenge.
YOUR QUEST IS TO
CONQUER THE
MOIST CAVERN OF
MARE-YLAND
She let the goofy text fill either side of her ass, as she walked around the stunned, fully erect (in more ways than one) human, heading into Charcoal’s room. She paused just before the foot of the bed, letting her shoulders drop below her hips, sticking her rump up in the air, begging to be mounted. She went a step further, making the word ‘CAVERN’ flash with intensity… and framing her moist pussy with flashing ink as well, making it clear what she wanted.
Anon started to walk toward her, his thumbs hooking into his sweatpants. Sign knew that he was ready to rut the heat out of her right there on the bedroom floor, but she had other plans. Before he reached her, she hopped up onto Charcoal’s bed, dragging her tail across Anon’s surprised face, giving him a hearty whiff of her musk.
She could feel his breath on her nethers, his face perfectly positioned to dive into her muff and ravish her needy, aching cunt. She groaned gutturally, only just able to resist the desire to shove herself back into his face. Such antics would have been fine at any other time, but right now she needed the human’s stiff cock inside her. She couldn’t wait.
Tumbling forward just out of the stunned human’s reach, Sign landed into Charcoal’s carefully made bedspread with a comfortable *fwump*. Wriggling her inviting plot like a sexy-little caterpillar, she inched her way up to the head of the bed and the carefully positioned pillows there, before rolling over onto her back and looking down toward the human. She licked her lips, happy that in her lust she’d be able to take out some modicum of revenge on the overly-lucky Charcoal by making a sopping mess of her bed, the bed which had bumped noisily against their shared wall for the past few weeks, she’d soil it with her and Anon’s juices.
She grinned and beckoned Anon to mount the queen-size bed with her hoof, a smile on her face. Letting a very plain and unmistakable instruction frame her marehood.
Your character here ->
DERPIBOORU PIC OCCURS HERE: NSFW: derpibooru.org/ 1937085
Her tight little pussy winked with intensity, betraying the grasping, pink velvet tunnel that squelched with wet convulsions to the human’s gaze. Her clit burned with hot blood flow, begging for stimulation at the center cleft of her sex. Her tail wagged like a desperate puppy dog, the hairs splaying across the top of the bedsheets, already starting to get moist with the drooling marecum that poured from the bottom of her marehood in a steady torrent out and around her ponut.
Anon climbed up onto the bottom of the bed, walking on his knees toward her, sliding his sweatpants down his thighs, and tearing off his t-shirt as he did. Sign’s eyes widened, and she couldn’t help but drool slightly as Anon’s massive member sprung free of his pants.
She knew that there were earth-pony stallions that might be longer or larger than the human (though she’d never had one in that size category), but seeing his soup-can thickness on an 8-inch long frame, the slick pale skin, the fat cock with no bumpy medial ring, the ring of peeled back foreskin just underneath his massive mushroom shaped head… it was enough to make her swoon slightly.
Anon I’ve been waiting for this for so long… I need you to FUCK the shit out of me.
She grinned, almost panting, letting the command scroll across her arms, underlining the imperative that he fuck her.
“Damn, Sign…” Anon whispered, as he lay on his belly just below the horny little pony. “I never realised you could get so… thirsty…” Anon leaned forward, planting a playful kiss on her soft tummy, right above her belly button, before starting a trail of kisses that headed toward her teats.
Sign quickly grabbed Anon under the chin, stopping him from continuing any further south.
NO. Play later. FUCK ME.
Sign let the words hang on her belly, right in front of Anon’s face, the FUCK ME throbbing with need. Her eyes met the human’s, and she gazed intently into those irises of his, hoping she could convey just how badly she needed this, NOW.
“OK girl.” Anon softly whispered. “I’ll give you what you want.”
Sign bit her lip cutely, the human shuffling up onto his knees, sliding his thighs around her splayed out hindlegs and positioning his hard, throbbing penis at her slit. The little lips seemed impossibly small for the fat mushroom head about to sink into her pillowy folds, to say nothing of the iron-rigid fleshy shaft waiting behind it.
C’mon babe! Conquer my cavern.
Sign giggled eyes sparkling under a lock of hair that had fallen across her face. But her laugh caught in her throat, air driven from her lungs in a choking gasp as Anon pressed the fat head of his cock down into her grasping cunt.
OHhhhhhhh FUCK.
Sign groaned and arched her back up off the pillows. Just the feel of the thick invader spreading her pussy lips, which had been untouched in almost a month, almost to their breaking point… the ache of the straining penetration starting to sting… before her vice-like marehood slipped around the edge of Anon’s head and he sunk halfway into her… sent her immediately over the brink. Her horn's gentle magic dim grew in intensity, little sparklers of magic racing up her horn's curves and sparkling off, leaving little trails of smoke.
O̷Hh̀h̡h͏hhh͜h̷ F̡U̢CK̴..
The writing across her belly began to bleed and trickle away from the characters. Sign could feel the hugeness of the male entering her. The delightful ache as his stiffness squished and compressed her swollen, slick, pillowy inner walls. She felt incredible sensations of fullness as the human sank inch after inch into her little body, pressing and shifting her twisting vaginal canal to its limit. She gasped once, twice… unbelieving that she was going to orgasm from mere penetration, that she was THAT worked up… resisting the buildup futilely, like a filly trying to hold in her need to go to the bathroom… straining to hold back the reservoir of overwhelming orgasmic sensation, before ultimately… the damn broke.
Oͭ̽͊̔҉͙̬̞̤Ḥ̨͔̗͇̯͆͆̔̃̀ͣh̶̺̗̗̞͔͙ͩ͋͊ͪ̄͊͌ͦ̇h͈̤̯͕̹̻̑ͯ͑ͅh̛̰̼͓͔̾͛h̵̳͎̠ͣͩ̌ẖ̢̟̎͒̀h̡͖̞̦̪̦̤̠̊̕͞h̞͊ͭ̈͒͆ ̴̛̟̤͎̦̝̝̩ͣ͒̄̎ͣ́F̧ͭ͗̊ͯ́҉͓̥̠͖̤U̷͚̲ͦ̓͋ͤͤ̆ͨ͟C̘̰͕̬̅̀̈́͗͆ͣ̄ͤ͝K͖͖̬ͤ̓ͯ.̞̞̖̓͌͑ͣ̄̓͘
Sign mewled, her eyes screwing shut against the intensity of feeling that she was flooded with. Her horn exploded and crackled with magical excess, spewing a tiny fireworks display off to Anon's side. The unbearable tension released, like a bungee cord slowly fraying, tearing… until it snapped. Her back arched even harder off the bed, pressing her chest and nose against the sweaty human’s chest, burying her snout against his warm, musky scent. Her forearms reached around the human’s chest, under his armpits, clenching desperately to his body as she hung on for any sort of bulwark against the storm of sensation.
The flood of neurochemical passion boiled out of her brain, washing down in a wave that rippled into every fiber of Sign’s being, down each limb and into each follicle… until it reached her marehood. With irresistible intensity it caused her stretched pussy to begin spasming and clenching around the human’s cock, winking and grasping with a mind of its own as it attempted to coax every inch of human manhood into its dripping interior. Inside her body, she could feel her cervix dipping and twitching, reaching out for the head of the penis fucking her, even though it was just halfway in… recklessly trying to milk the stud, hungry for him to deposit his warm, sticky, genetic payload in her feminine depths.
As Anon drove deeper into her, despite her orgasm, Sign felt herself begin to release that tension and frustration that had tortured her for weeks… release it torrentially. Her marehood gushed out sticky, hot marecum, splashing off her lover’s groin and back against her own pussy, coating their union, her dock, her tail, her teats… and Charcoal’s bed as spurt after spurt of lust-drool shot from her body.
Ơ̴͕̞͎̥̳̦̞̬͙̯̑͌̇ͫ̆̔̇̿͜͞͞H̵̉̃̈ͨͤ̒́́̃͏̟̠̞͙̲͞h̷̷̲̜̺͉̲̬̜̻̭͎͔͈̙͚̩͍̘̍͊̄̒͠ͅh̬͕͓̖̞͚̬̖͇̖͇̙͕̣̤̮̊̃̓̓̄̇̿̓̚̚͞ͅḫ̴͕͙̝̺̬̖͚͔̠̖͇̗̤͎̏͊̔̄͗̂̋̑ͧ̉́͟ḩ̡̛̳͚̲̠͇̎ͣͥ͜h̵̛̻͙̗̲̭̯͖͚̓̎̔ͣ̓ͥ̈́͑̀̉ͨ̉ͯ̓̅͘ẖ̴̴̟͇̿͐ͩ͋ͣ̉ͨ̒̕ͅh̶̹̲͇̙̺̼̝͋̾͋̄̌̔ͪ̊̿ͦ̒ͪ́̊̅ͫ͡ ̴̸̧͇͓̻̯͇̲͓̗͙̼̈́̊͛̒͑̂̂̌ͣ̓́͋̈́ͯ̆̌F̡̖̙̮̭̻͉̲̲͔́ͬͣ̎̎̏̅̚̕͡͞U̾̉̽̽̀͒̂҉͏̸̵̻̲̱͕C̐̐ͥ͊̆̅ͣ̾̔ͤ̅ͧ̍ͫ̍ͩ̑͏̞̪͚̲͓̬͈̙̳̬͍͖͖̳̱͜Ķ̭̦̗̲͎͔͇̫̘̬͚̺͎̥͕͎͕̎͋ͣ̌͘.̥͚̖͚͖͓̽̈͐ͭ̀͠ͅ
All her writing simply drained away, completely out of her control. She was completely at the human’s whim now. Anon began to piston in and out of her, staying true to his promise to fuck that shit out of her: no gentle love-making would be had tonight… this was raw, carnal, rutting.
Sign could feel the delightful straining fullness as Anon’s cock plunged deeper and deeper on each subsequent thrust, maintaining a constant flow of pleasure-laced stimulation even as her orgasm began to fade. It was only as her sensations slowly came back to her that she realized her rear hooves were pathetically pawing at the open air, paddling weakly at the air unconsciously. Her mewling had become a wordless scream, gasping for breath. This was made harder as Anon wrapped his arms around her, pulling her tightly into a crushing hug, lifting her off the bed and holding her like a giant stuffed animal in his arms as he continued thrusting.
*PLAP PLAP PLAP PLAP PLAP*
Her hearing came back slowly, and she became aware of the noisy, wet slaps of flesh on flesh: Anon’s balls slapping against her body over and over again impacting with enough force to send little droplets of her over-lubrication flying everywhere.
Sign reached with her forehooves, trying to gain some leverage on Anon’s back to adjust her position, but being entirely unable. The Human’s grip was too tight, she was completely under his control, he could hold her like some kind of fuzzy sex-doll and have his way with her… his very passionate, hard, feral way with her.
Sign’s head twisted in passion, nuzzling the human’s breastbone instinctively with another wordless moan: he had just begun to plumb her depths with his heavier thrusts, the head of his fat cock kissing the tip of her cervix.
*SQUEAK* *THUMP* *PLAP* *SQUEAK* *THUMP* *PLAP* *SQUEAK* *THUMP* *PLAP*
Sign could hear the whole bed groaning, shifting noisily along the floor before the headboard bumped against the wall. Some distant, barely aware part of the pleasure-intoxicated mare registered that this was the same sound she had heard all those nights in her room, along with Charcoal’s noisy groans… but the thought was quickly lost in the raging rapids of the overwhelming pleasure. She could feel a tension building up again, in her very core, deep in her womb, tied to her very soul… burning hotter and more insistently than the one earlier.
*SQUEAK* *THUMP* *PLAP* *SQUEAK* *THUMP* *PLAP*
“Unf unf! Yeah… huf… you like that… huf… Sign!?” Anon’s throaty, bestial grunts underlaid the brutal sounds of his powerful lovemaking.
She was unable to answer, of course. Even if she could speak, her face was pressed so tightly into the human’s sweating heaving chest that she could barely breathe… she struggled to catch gasping lungfuls of air, her eyes rolling from sensation and effort… all while being overpoweringly fucked by the human encapsulating her.
She groaned again, her belly vibrating as the tension continued to build - it was as if it were making her cutie mark burn on her flanks. She could feel the tug on her tail, the human using his powerful forearms to clench her and freeing his hand to use the sweaty mess of tail hairs as a handle of sorts to thrust even more brutally… but it faded, quickly lost to the overpowering tightness, the unquenchable buildup in her marehood and womb as heavy, slapping buck after buck drove into her.
*SQUEAK* *THUMP* *PLAP* *SQUEAK* *THUMP* *PLAP* *SQUEAK* *THUMP* *PLAP*
Her forehooves were tapping wildly on Anon’s back, instinctively begging for mercy, for relief from the sensation and pleasurable pressure she was experiencing, before they slowed and went limp… her brain had resigned itself to being lost in the wash of neurochemicals, to becoming a mindless slave to lust.
Then Anon hilted.
Like a pin pricking a giant, overfilled water balloon, Anon’s cock head plunged into her womb, sliding past her grasping begging cervix. It was as if the human had reached into her very soul, into the deepest fiber of her being… sexually invading her very core… claiming the forbidden land for himself, now and forever. All the noise, the feelings, the adrenaline… it all faded… her vision going blank… fading out as darkness came in from the corners of her vision. The last thing she saw was the bright glow of her charging horn as her latent magic built up against Anon's chest.
Sign came - hard.
Everything was dark. Everything was muffled.
Behind this veil, Sign could only feel the potent neurochemical drugs of dopamine, adrenaline, oxytocin from her orgasm thrumming through her veins, giving form to her existence. The rushing waves radiated from each corner of her veins, rippling with intensity, giving corporeal form and sensation to her body in the darkness. She could sense her muscles wracking, spasming. Her legs kicking and thrashing, arms clenching and holding tightly, head and neck thrashing and nuzzling against the dark, tongue lolling out as lungs pumped and heaved for oxygen.
Deeper still, her marehood and womb swirled and gripped, milking and begging against deep foundations of rigid male iron. They wanted something… needed something… groaning and straining for some release. Sign was beyond knowledge or understanding of what it could be, she was no more than a swirl of sensation in the blackness, a toy boat tumbling in a tidal wave of lust.
Then she felt warmth explode into her. Streak after streak of blinding heat, filling a deep emptiness inside. Quenching what had been a raw, angry burn impossibly by adding even MORE fire.
Sign’s eyes shot back open, and she was back in the world, Anon’s forehead pressed down onto the top of her skull as he finished his final, exhaustive thrusts. The room was illuminated with little sparklers of magic, showering down from the ceiling, the last vestiges of her magically explosive orgasm.
*SQUEAK* *THUMP* *PLAP*
“Ohh f-fuuuuck….S-sign…”
Sign took a shaking, sweaty hoof from Anon’s back, stroking his hair as he finished firing his last few ropes of hot, human batter directly into her womb, the fat thickness throbbing as each thick spurt shot into her. She nuzzled comfortingly to the young man as he finished, blowing a soft stream of air across his face and coaxing his brow silently. She knew he wouldn’t be able to read it, but instinctively she brought her splotchy ink back under some control.
Shh͢h.̵.̴.̷. ҉ǵo҉od͠ ҉boy.͡.̨. let͜ i͞t̡ ͢a͝ll o͟u͏t̸..̛.
She didn’t know if Anon could get her pregnant. She didn’t really care. Well, actually… she thought to herself with a smile, feeling the last spurt die off with a trickle inside her uterus, though Anon’s cock remained rock-hard... the way she felt right now, in this moment?
She’d love to bear his foal.
She mewed happily at this thought, smiling to herself, content in the world and the satisfaction she’d jus-
“SIGN! ANON!? OH, MY CELESTIA, ON MY BED!!!?” Sign’s ears flicked as the screaming shrill surprise of Charcoal, who had obviously not expected her to use Charcoal’s bed. The absolutely soaked feeling of the sheets under her butt left no question in Sign’s mind just how badly the pair had wrecked it. Oh well, served her right for waking her up all those nights!
Sign held out one of her forearms, so that Charcoal would be able to read her body ink, slowly coming more and more back into her control.
Anon’s Quest was successful, Char.
Sign felt Anon groan and roll off her. The strange feeling of his huge cock drawing out of her exhausted marehood sliding out of her slippery tunnel bit by bit, until popping out of the entrance with a *POP* and a feeling of wet, gushing cum. The panting human rolled off her and onto his back in the pile of cushions by her side, chivalrously avoiding collapsing all his weight onto the smaller mare.
Sign sat up very carefully, her head still swimming and dizzy. She looked down her body at the absolute mess she’d made, at the human gasping on his back, his stiff, cum-covered pole still sticking proudly up in the air… and at her wide eyed, blushing, somewhat-annoyed roommate at the foot of the bed.
She grinned.
Would your character like to join the party?
Author's Note
If you liked, COMMENT! It's why I keep writing, to hear from you!
I hope you enjoyed this fic!
I've been working on a collab with Shakespearicles for a few weeks now, and every once and a while I get a little twinge to 'pound' out a quick fic. I'm also on the lookout for a pic off of DB that stirs up my creative juices, and seeing a new pic of this cute little, sexually-aggressive mare that everyone enjoyed so much finally clicked off for me.
So, I finished this fic in a couple of hours for your enjoyment, before heading back to my larger collab with Shake!
I tried a couple of new things in this fic, notably constraining perspective to one character, and making that character be the female (of course, viewed through the lens of a horny male author :3 ). I also got a little poetic/sappy with the effects of the orgasm on Sign.
Let me know what you thought of it!
