or She'll Rock Your World
“Great show tonight, Lime. So, the usual, I’m guessing?” Flagon asked, already reaching for a clean mug. He had a pretty good bead on the girl, what with her having performed there regularly over the past few years, so he was fairly certain it would be a…
“Boilermaker, you got it,” Limestone replied, seating herself on a vacant stool. As she set her guitar on the empty stool beside herself, she watched the squat unicorn prepare her beverage. Sure, she may have already had a few brews in her, but the show had gone pretty well, so she figured she could treat herself. Seeing the bartender approaching with her drink, she fished into her pocket to pay the man. Digging a few bits out of her tattered jeans, she paid the man. “Here ya go, Bud,” she muttered, smacking a few glimmering coins on the countertop. Snatching up her frothy tankard, she helps herself to a long draught of the cold liquid. With a contented sigh, she sets the mug down. Spinning around, she turned towards the spotlight. After her performance, a number of upstarts had taken the stage, each showing off their talent. One in particular caught her eye, a young pegasus who, surprisingly enough, decided to read some poetry. It wasn’t unheard of on open mic nights but, judging from his looks, she’d expected something a bit more hardcore.
As the hour passed, and the beer flowed, Lime enjoyed the various shows and performances taking place. She was a few drinks in and hadn’t even noticed that the pegasus from earlier had grabbed the seat beside her. Realizing her tankard was empty, she wheeled around and nearly slapped the unassuming equine off of his stool. “Oh shit, didn’t mean to…” she trailed off, getting a closer look at the young man. Dressed in a leather jacket, jeans, and tank top, he had decent taste. His coat, a very pale turquoise, was complemented by his navy blue mane and tail. From what she could tell, he wasn’t too badly built either!
“It’s all good!” the stallion shot back, smiling warmly at her. “Name’s Soarin, by the way,” he added, thrusting a hand at her, “pleased to meet ya.”
“Lime,” she responded, clapping her palm to his and giving it a firm shake. Under normal circumstances, she wasn’t one for formal greetings but, seeing as how she had just knocked into him, she felt obligated. That, and this may have been the drinks talking, and he was kind of cute. “So, Soarin,” she began, running her fingers through her light grey mane, “what brings you to a dump like this?” Hearing an irritated grunt from behind the bar, she dismissively waved a hand in Flagon’s direction. He knew she was joking, probably.
“Just came down from Canterlot for the weekend and, since this is one of the better bars in Appleloosa, figured I’d check it out,” Soarin explained, taking a sip from his beer. Looking at the well built woman, he had to admit, she was pretty striking; well, besides besides impressive build. Numerous piercings adorned her ears, as well as one in her nose and tongue, and her peridot colored eyes were rather dazzling. “What about yourself? You come here often?” he asked.
“Eh, about once a month or so. Family lives on a rock farm, so this is about all the fun a girl can get. You know, just watch the cowponies get drunk before they wander off to screw,” the mare laughed. “Bet you’d know all about that sorta thing, wouldn’t ya?!” she continued, roughly patting his back.
Unsure of how to take the offhand remark, Soarin simply chuckled and took another drink. He couldn’t say for certain, but the imposing woman’s hand seemed to linger on his shoulder. It wasn’t until he looked back over that he realized, her eyes hadn’t left his face. Before he could think of what to say, she licked her lips.
“I said, wouldn’t ya?” Lime asked, her gaze creeping down his chest and to his loins. Even though he wasn’t nearly as heavily muscled as her, something which wasn’t all that uncommon, given a life of manual labor, she wouldn’t mind having a roll in the hay with the guy. She hadn’t bedded a pegasus before, so this might just wind up being a little fun.
“I...uh…” Soarin fumbled with his words, attempting to gauge just how serious she was. Lime looked pretty tanked, judging from the slightly slurred speech and the smell of hooch on her breath, and he didn’t want to take advantage of her. Unfortunately for him, he was left with little choice in the matter, as the large woman seized his hand and unsteadily got to her feet.
“C’mon dude,” the mare snickered, hauling the young man up from his stool. Dragging him behind herself, Lime plodded towards the door. “Flagon! Mind my guitar, will ya?” she hollered over her shoulder, waving her free hand at the bartender.
The unicorn nodded, reaching over the bartop to fetch the musical instrument. Even if Lime wasn’t a regular, he didn’t want to rub a woman her size or, for that matter, temperment the wrong way. As he looked back up, his eyes met the pegasus’s. He almost felt bad for the guy but, thankfully, the large woman usually didn’t leave her partners any worse for wear, usually. Mouthing the words, “Good luck,” at the college student, and giving him a thumbs up, as he pulled towards the exit.
“W...where are we going, again?” Soarin stammered, quite literally being towed behind the earth pony. He’d never met a woman as large as her, or one as aggressively interested in him. A strange sensation steadily grew within him, a mixture of arousal and fear, as he peered at Lime’s backside. She wasn’t unattractive, and she certainly had a nice set of pipes, so he wasn’t complaining. As they exited the building, his captor took a right, leading him down a cramped and detritus strewn alleyway. Passing by a large dumpster, he was yanked forward and shoved to the brick wall. He gulped, with his back against the masonry, as the mare leered down at him.
Eying the lad, Lime sniffed, as her nostrils detected a unique note in air. It wasn’t the trash, or the stallion’s scent; no, this was something else, something primal. Learning over, she dragged her snout up Soarin’s chest. As she reached his neck, she opened her maw, allowing her teeth to gently bite against his neck. Even with as drunk as she was, her pickled brain registered what the smell was. The intoxicating aroma was a cocktail of fear and arousal, and it caused her pulse to quicken. Rearing back, she struggled with her leather jacket for a moment, before tossing it atop a bin. “Hey, guy,” she murmured, eying him, as she pulled up her tank top. Stopping just as the fabric of her shirt tugged at the underside of her bosoms, she grinned wolfishly at the lad. “You like?” she asked, taking a step closer to him. He nodded vigorously, his eyes never leaving her nearly exposed rack. “Hmph,” Lime huffed, pulling her top up and over her tits, allowing them to sway slightly in the cool night air. “If you like ‘em so much,” she purred, running one hand over and behind Soarin’s head, “how about you really get in there to admire ‘em.” With that, she roughly jerked him forward, burying his face between, and slightly below, her breasts.
The first thought to go through Soarin’s mind was disbelief. Not only did this woman have all the tact of a wrecking ball, but she clearly didn’t mind getting frisky in public. Secondly, as his snout was plunged under one of the mare’s sweaty mammaries, was the smell. Her bouquet was overpowering, to say the least; musky and earthy, not unlike a gym locker, but it was infuriatingly arousing. As his fingers worked over the grey fur of her rack, his fingers toying with her pierced nipples, he felt himself being pushed downward. Finding himself in a squatting position, and feeling even smaller than he had before, he looked upward. His pupils contracted slightly, as he saw the woman’s predatory smile above.
“You stay right there,” Lime hissed, toustling Soarin’s hair with one hand, while fiddling with the button on her trousers with the other. After a moment, and a few hushed curses, she finally succeeded in her endeavor, hastily unzipping her pants and pulling them midway down her thighs. She snickered, enjoying the amazed expression on the pegasus’s face, while she dragged her panties down. Her pubes, much like her mane, were a lighter color than the rest of her. Most of the time, she kept herself cleanly shaven, but there was a bit of stubble on her succulent mound. With a face full of her snatch, the young man seemed transfixed, all the better for what she had in store for him. “Now,” she purred, spinning around and presenting her rear, “really get in there.”
Soarin was caught woefully unprepared, as the woman swayed back and crushed his face into her ass. In shock, his hands flew up to her hips and well sculpted cheeks. As the tip of his snout pressed against the woman’s pucker, he breathed hotly onto the sopping wet and pungent entrance of her cunt. Barely able to breathe, his concern deepened, as Lime started rocking her waist, dragging her loins over his muzzle.
Feeling the young man’s hands caress her rump, Lime chuckled. “Oh yeah,” she throatily growled, enjoying his feeble attempts at escape. She didn’t mind being with bigger, more dominant guys, but there was something particularly captivating about utterly dominating a smaller male; dragging them off, bedding them, and leaving them to walk away absolutely drenched in her scent. In a very real sense, it was a game of conquest. She groaned, as Soarin’s tongue ran between her sex and backdoor. Regardless of it was a desperate bid to free himself, or if he’d simply started getting into it, she appreciated his effort. Thrusting one hand between her legs, her nimble fingers dug between her lower lips. Delicately, she teased and massaged her clit, while the stallion continued his ministrations.
A cascade of flavors flowed over Soarin’s tongue, as he serviced Lime’s holes; bitter, sweet, salty, sour, they were all there. Despite his trepidation, his body reacted, causing his prick to strain against his jeans. Regaining some semblance of control, he swung one hand around and to his groin, steadily undoing his pants and freeing his turgid length. Shamelessly, pegasus stroked himself, as he persisted to lap at the the woman’s rear.
Craning her neck downward, yet ensuring the man’s face stayed firmly planted between her cheeks, Lime realized the guy was actually getting off to the treatment. His dick, much like his stature, wasn’t bad; average, if she had to guess. Seeing as how his appetizer was well received, she decided to move on to the main course. Unsteadily balancing on one leg, she swept a hoof backward, savagely knocking the young man off balance and leaving him to fall on his butt.
Now seated with his back to the wall, and cock standing at attention, Soarin was left to watch his partner lower herself onto him. Her ass descended with glacial speed, swaying slightly, as the mare sought to align her entrance with his dick. Apparently she’d practiced this before, or just got damn lucky, because he soon found her warm and inviting walls wrapping around his length. “Fffffffffuck,” he groaned, feeling the entirety of his length engulfed within her fines. Glancing down, all he could see was her rear and back. The woman’s tail flipped over his face, as if it had a mind of its own. Moving to swat it away, Lime shifted, raising herself slightly and immediately crashing down upon him. The impact caused him to wheeze, which was only made worse as she leaned back onto him.
“Mmmmmmmm,” Lime loudly hummed, impaling herself on the young man. Like a slumbering machine given life, her movements were slow and ponderous, rhythmically lifting her ass before sending it plunging downward. Half squatting and half sitting, while using the stallion’s face and torso as a makeshift cushion, she fucked herself on Soarin. Splaying her legs, and with one hand fondling one teat, she tended to her engorged clit. She was pretty sure the guy didn’t mind her reverse cowgirl technique, judging from the muffled moans of, what she assumed were, delight. As the moments passed, the speed and force of her pistoning collisions increased. She sighed deeply, leaving a trail of saliva to creep down her neck, as she continued to pleasure herself.
It wasn’t that Soarin wasn’t enjoying the treatment, far from it in fact; but he was starting to get a little concerned. The initial blows upon his hips hadn’t been painful or anything, although he was beginning to feel an ache in his pelvis. The burly woman, too drunk or simply uncaring, jackhammered herself on his length with reckless abandon, leaving him unable to do anything except enjoy the experience. Her tail, still fitfully caressing his face and torso, was more of a bother than anything. As soon as he started enjoying himself, his ears filled by the vulgar moans and drunkenly slurred compliments of the mare, the damn thing would tickle his ear or brush across his nose. Soarin couldn’t say if she was doing it intentionally or not but, either way, it was trying his patience. Grabbing the her dock, he tugged, just as she was raising herself for another plunge.
“Fuck YES,” the mare bellowed, the unexpected snatch of her tail sending her into a frenzy. Her motions, relatively steady until that point, shifted to frantic, angry jackhammering movements. Ordinarily, if a guy had pulled her tail like that, they’d be quickly rewarded with a cracked jaw, if not worse; but, given the fact that she was a hair’s breadth from cumming, she didn’t mind. “Harder,” Lime barked, her fingers a blur over the sensitive bud of flesh at her loins.
The additional pressure and speed, coupled with the belligerent woman’s demands for sexual gratification, quickly pushed Soarin to the edge. Yanking on her tail with one hand, he delivered a brutal smack to her ham with another, praying that it would satisfy her and spare his bones in the process. Gritting his teeth, he desperately tried to restrain his impending orgasm, but failed miserably. Feebly he cried, pressing his face to her back, as his member erupted within her. As his nuts retracted to his groin, the first hot, thick ropes of spunk surged through his stallionhood, causing his tool to twitch and pulsate.
As the first jets of pegasus seed bathed her interior, the gooey and sublimely warm fluid crashing into her depths, Lime came. With the guttural roar of some long forgotten, primal goddess, the woman was overtaken with euphoric bliss. Great gouts of nectar leaked and sprayed from her cunt, bathing Soarin’s pants and the surrounding area in her essence. Her thighs quivered, and her knees gave out, as she went crashing atop her partner, leaving him utterly pinned under her substantial weight. Wheezing, and feeling the lad’s jizz leaking from herself, she grunted. There was one thing left to do.
With a snort of effort, Lime slowly stood. Turning around to face Soarin, she steadied herself on the wall at his back. Shuffling forward, her pants still around her knees, she brought his insensate snout to her groin. “Clean it,” she slurred, her torrid breath steaming the chill night air.
Cracking one eye open, and recovering from his ordeal, Soarin only had a second to realize what was going on, as his face was jammed into the girl’s cum filled and sweaty gash. Barely able to breath, and still riding out his post coitus stupor, his eyes rolled to the back of his head. Something somewhere inside him broke, snapping under the abject supremacy of the woman. Obediently, his tongue crept forward, digging into her snatch to scrape and lick away the cocktail of their fluids.
“There’s a good boy,” Lime groaned, patting him roughly between the ears. She hadn’t cum like that in ages but, then again, she was pretty trashed. “Hey, hey, kid!” she grunted, roughly slapping his cheek and pushing his face slightly away. “That’s right, drink it all up,” she slurred, gyrating on his snout. Unceremoniously, she clenched her pelvic muscles, squeezing out a cocktail of his seed and her juices. Dousing his face and torso, she exhaled, her breath adding to the steam the released of their fluids. Her reverie was broken, however, as a bright light illuminated her side. Wincing in its direction, she heard an all too familiar voice.
“Sweet Celestia! Lime, not again!” Sheriff Silverstar shouted. Fully rounding the corner and into the alleyway, he wasn’t sure exactly what he’d stumbled across. He’d had a handful of run-ins with Lime in the past. Unlike several of his fellow officers, he really didn’t mind the girl. Sure, she might be as hard headed as an ox, and damn near as strong as one, but she wasn’t a bad woman. “What’ve I told ya about…” he trailed off, taking a step closer and realizing what he’d stumbled across. “For fuck’s sake, Lime!” he shouted, his ears swaying gently from side to side, as he shook his head.
Squinting and shielding her eyes, Lime looked down the cramped alley. “Oh shit,” she grumbled, sobering marginally, as she recognized the officer. Silverstar, an older stallion and veteran a damn good sheriff, was actually a decent guy, and not just because he’d let her off with warnings a handful of times. “Silver,” she hollered, ineffectually tugging at her pants.
“Oi,” the the mustached stallion called, pointed at the sticky and steaming pegasus, “he ain’t dead is he?” Great, just fuckin great, now he had this to deal with; some poor tanked lad from Celestia knows where and the headstrong mare.
As if on cue, Soarin stirred. With a cough, and his semi flaccid member flopping out the front of his pants, he stood. Realizing there was an officer at the end of the alley, he froze, his muscles tensing. Now, he hadn’t had that many run-ins with the fuzz, but he’d been through a lot that evening, and wasn’t particularly keen on the prospect of being locked up.
“Don’t do it lad. Don’t fuckin do it,” Silverstar barked, his attention shifting to the agitated and gooey stallion. He knew Lime well enough, but this guy was an unknown element. Be damned if he could explain why the woman had seen fit to paint him with their juices, or even if it'd been intentional, but he planned to get to the bottom of it.
Lime simply looked between the two, the pegasus she'd just had her way with and the good hearted, yet occasionally gruff, officer. "Hey," she whispered, leaning closer to Soarin, "if you run, I'll distract him." Now, Silverstar had a damn good set of ears on him, but she kept her voice low enough to make sure she wasn't heard. Locking eyes with the turquoise stallion, she winked, giving him the signal.
Like a bullet, the Soarin took off down the alley and away from the sheriff. Lime burst into laughter, slapping the wall, as the badged stallion sprinted after the lad. Tugging at her pants, she watched the officer surge past. “Go get ‘em Silver!” she jeered, haphazardly securing her trousers and retrieving her jacket. Just as she went to lumber away, stumbling up to the police cruiser, she heard the gruff stallion’s voice.
“You set your ass right there, unless you want me to give your mom a call,” Silverstar yelled, just passing out of sight, as he pursued his target. It may have been a bit of an underhanded tactic, but he knew Lime respected her mother above anyone else. Confident that she’d oblige his request, he turned his attention back to catching the young man in his sights.
Lime sighed, crossing her arms and resting her back against the front of the bar. The last thing she needed was to give Cloudy Quartz, her mother, a call from the drunk tank; so, if avoiding that outcome meant waiting until Silver got back from chasing down that poetic pegasus, then so be it. Thankfully, the the badged stallion didn’t take all that long, tromping back towards her with Soarin in tow.
“Oi!” Silverstar growled, thrusting a finger in the woman’s direction. “He says you pulled him outside, rutted him silly, then you ahem had him clean up. That sound about right?” Honestly, he wouldn’t have put it past her, given some of the things he’d seen, or heard of, her doing in the past.
“I mean, yeah, I guess,” Lime groaned, rubbing her neck awkwardly. “But it wasn’t like he didn’t like it or anything!” she added, her focus shifting to the now shivering and handcuffed pegasus. “Tell him…” she breathed, the barest hint of malice in her voice. She did not want to deal with Cloudy getting involved in this mess, so she’d do what she had to to avoid any further complications.
“Yeah whatever, can I please leave now?” Soarin pleaded. Beyond being covered in rapidly cooling jizz, he’d panicked and bolted from the cops; all in all, an interesting, if not exceedingly embarrassing and unexpected, evening.
“Aye, but I don’t want to catch you doing anything depraved or starting trouble around here again,” the sheriff firmly stated, glaring at the young man. “And you,” he continued, slowly turning to face the sauced mare, “you’ve got a choice to make…”
“Oh fuck, what?” Lime grumbled, tossing her head back in exasperation. She knew it was going to be some sort of bullshit deal, which wasn’t uncommon for him.
“You, young lady, are going to take a walk with me. Now, it’s up to you where go. Either we trot over to the train station, or we trot down to the sheriff’s office. Your call, lass…” Silverstar let the question hang, as Soarin sulked towards a nearby hotel.
“You ain’t gonna tell Mom about all this, are ya?” the grey mare asked, helplessly clenching her fists. It wasn’t like she had much choice in the matter, seeing as how the smug bastard had her between a rock and a hard place.
“Nah. The way I sees it, I’m just givin’ you an escort, since you’ve had a few too many. Now, that bein’ said, you best remember this little oversight of mine. You know, just in case you start thinking about makin a damn fool of yourself again…” the officer said, trotting to Lime’s side. “So how about you tell me which direction we’re gonna be heading in,” he grinned.
“Fine, just take to the train station,” Lime muttered, turning towards her chosen destination. Truth be told, she was thankful for his leniency. Still, the thought of being accompanied through town by the sheriff was less than ideal.
As Silverstar kept pace, he slowly shook his head. “So, you know I’ve got to ask, did that lad really ask for all that nonsense?” he inquired, glancing over his shoulder at the well built mare.
“Nah, but he wasn’t complaining,” Lime chuckled, brushing the hair away from her face.
“Well, I’m sure he’ll have a story for his mates in Canterlot,” Silver snickered, patting Lime on the shoulder.
Given how it was nearly a twenty minute walk to the locomotive station, the two quickly began chatting. There was a begrudging bond between the two, one an upright officer of the law, and the other a rebellious and outspoken youth. It was one of their many run-ins along the years, and a relatively tame one at that. But those other stories, those are for another time...
