Mares who tease...

by GivingSpider

Rating: mature
Tags: Rarity, Sex, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, Anon, Porn
Length: 2032

You are woken up by a mare in need of attention but when the affection turns to silent seduction and things get rather naughty; only one course of action makes sense.

You are woken up by a mare in need of attention but when the affection turns to silent seduction and things get rather naughty; only one course of action makes sense.

A short gift for a dear friend, RarityEQM.

A naughty story about teasing, spanking, and cunnilingus.

Published 2019-03-19 20:00:01 UTC
Last updated 2019-03-19 20:00:01 UTC

...go over knees

There were maybe several dozen things that you could be doing. A fair amount of snow came down last night and it wasn't going to shovel itself. Bills needed to be mailed out and a few material orders also needed to be taken to the post office. Today was made specifically to be productive. Time was for spending on things that mattered. Such is the life of an adult. You get up, take your spot at the grindstone, and come out just a little ahead of where you were when you started. It's that simple and that complicated.

A soft tail drags idly down one of your hind legs and your mind drifts to a few things more important that any amount of chores or errands. Sure they mattered but your reason for doing them was a priority. Laying on your back next to a beautiful mare is neither the time or the place to think about the things you’ll do once you get out of bed.

You tilt your head and glance at her. She is laying on her side, facing you. Her eyes are closed but her eyelids occasionally twitch. Thoughts of what she might be dreaming about do little to distract you from what your reality is offering. Your hoof gently traces down her silken mane and she faintly inches closer. The rising sun outside illuminates her alabaster fur and deep purple mane. Her sleeping figure stirs again under the covers and her tail manages to brush your leg again. The ruse is fractured as you pay more attention to her breathing. You slowly wriggle, turn onto your side and gently nuzzle her. Her eyes open slowly and you are warmly greeted by a smile. A familiar and mischievous look flashes in her eyes as her hoof traces down your chest. Getting up starts to become an almost alien concept. Who are you to refuse a sudden show of affection?

Her hoof continues to train down your chest and only stops when reaching your groin. A hind leg rubs against yours and she continues to give you bedroom eyes. An all too familiar urgency starts to build inside you as she nips your neck. Your foreleg stretches over her and you caress Rariry’s back. It’s fairly obvious what sort of road she’s inviting you down. What did you do in life to deserve a generous lover? Good question: but not really all that important now. Your hoof is roaming ever downward and starts caressing your favorite flanks. She nips your neck again and very slowly starts to massage the serpent that lives between your legs. You moan of course, how could you not? You’re touching her butt while she’s fondling your cock and she just licked her lips. Urgency gave way to elation. You know that look. She slowly licks her lips and utters a soft moan as her hoof moves away from your now erect member.

To simplify: it looks like your morning is going to involve getting your dick sucked by somepony who isn’t shy about enjoying it behind closed doors.

Rarity playfully nips your neck again and then kisses your chest. Her frame sinks below the sheets. You shiver and Mr. Happy twitches with equal anticipation. You feel her breath on the head and imagine her tongue slowly reaching for it. Or perhaps she’ll start by giving you a kiss. Your forelegs seem to move on their own and slightly prop you up. You can see clearly that your bedmate has positioned herself right in front of you, and the covers snugly create a silhouette of raised hips.

You hear a giggle and then a yawn as she sits up, taking the sheets with her. Rarity stretched her limbs and coyly sticks her tongue out at you. Your mind jolts to remembering that as generous as she was in and out of the bedroom, she also loved to tease.

“Down, boy” she says with a grin as she pets your cock.

You can’t help but admire her frame as the covers fall. You also can’t help but smile as you compile how quickly she seized control over you just to toss it aside. Your eyes meet with hers again and she is evidently satisfied with herself. Sometimes she leaves you breathless and sometimes she leaves you breathless. The mental image of her muzzle wrapped around your cock turned into the temptation of begging for her to give you the ‘Good Morning’ that seemed like a sure thing.

Of course; in that moment it dawns on you that perhaps that was the plan: to get a rise out of you. Rarity occasionally teased you in a way that left you unable to do anything but pout and plead. Sometimes you interpreted her body language as a challenge; as if she was inviting you to do something more proactive about it.

An invitation graciously accepted.

You fully sit upright. She keeps giving you a coy look. One of your hooves gently moves to her shapely hip while the other finds it’s way to her shoulder. With a firm but composed motion, you guide her into laying on the bed across your lap; her pelvis over still solid organ. Her rounded bottom is presented to you and you enjoy the view. Rounded mounds of flesh make for a bounty of booty. One hoof guides her tail off to the side while the other caresses your target. Her body visibly tenses once she realizes your plan of attack.

Not that it’s too much of a surprise. You’ve occasionally enforced the age-old rule: Mares who tease go over knees.

Your hoof rises from the soft white fur of her rump and comes back down in a solid clap on the thickest part of her right bun. Rarity lets out a playful yelp as you cause her lovely bottom to wiggle under your hoof. A second swat lands on her left bun and your reward is another moment of rippling flesh, the sound of a smacked flank, and her vocal response. Another swat lands and you follow it with another. The mare in your lap shifts her position and her supple rump is now more presented for your corrective measures. Another pair of smacks land on your mate’s perfect ass and she gives you a rather seductive moan. A moment is spent caressing the slightly warmed up cheeks and that turns into a minute. The mare sways her rump to silently ask for more.

You deliver with gusto.

Your hoof rises and falls with steady rhythm. The sound of smacks landing on her derriere fill the room along with her own chorus of hisses, heavy breaths, and more moans depending on where your hoof lands. You make sure to give the entire bottom your attention of course; tenderizing one area too quickly would mean a shorter session that intended. You do have the lady’s comfort to keep in mind after all. Plus seeing the rosy glow fully extended across her booty was almost as satisfying as the act itself. You’re starting to see evidence of your activity show under the fur. Rarity keeps her tail out of the way on her own but you still keep one foreleg over her lower back to keep it there. Even if the fashionista is an experienced spankee; that doesn’t give you any excuse to slouch. A spanking that stays in the realm of responsible play not only insures a good time for everypony involved but it also means that another spanking could be around the corner.

The teasing squeals start to give more ground to the heavy breaths and hisses as her bottom darkens. You’ve hit a preferred level of soreness. It was a curious thing to say: that pain can beget pleasure. Many ponies would argue extensively that the contradiction doesn’t exist but that doesn’t really matter in this room now does it? No. What matters is the naughty pony in your lap and how you are responding to the teasing from earlier. You continue until her backside reaches a certain shade of pink and inspect for even consistency. Her breathing is heavy with arousal and it’s up for discussion as to how much of the matting on your thigh is from your weeping cock or her now aching marehood. You spot a small patch on her rump that hasn’t quite caught up to the rest of the desired shade and you give one more swat.

Rarity bites down on the sheets and groans from what turned out to be an unexpected smack. She must have thought you were done. You softly caress her thighs and release her tail. She flexes her legs and slightly lifts her well smacked bottom briefly before rolling out of your lap. Her eyes lock onto yours with hungry intent. Breathing hotly and sprawled out for you; she gives another wordless message: she wants you to take her. Right there. Right now. She wants you to be her stallion and rut her senseless.

Your cock twitches again as you slowly shift position. You move as if to take her on her back but elect that you’re far from done. She denied your cock earlier, so why give it to her now?

Besides…you’re hungry.

Your muzzle goes between her legs and you approach her wanting sex. Your forelegs slip under her thighs and you give a slow lick to her outer folds. She squeaks from the sensation and whines from being denied what she was wishing for. You let the protest roll off you like rain. You’re not done teasing. You still owe her back for earlier.

You press your muzzle against her nectar filled pussy and give her lower lips a firm French kiss. Your tongue explores as far as you can manage and you are rewarded once more with moans and heavy breathing. She shifts briefly and you find yourself at a more ideal angle to penetrate her. Or perhaps she moved to find some relief for her bottom. Regardless of why; you certainly treat it as an invitation. Your tongue slips out only to tease her button and she lets out a distinctly feminine squeak. You return to her vagina and the moaning resumes. Your forelegs slowly adopt a locked position as you go for the metaphorical kill and start literally fucking her with your tongue. Forehooves find their way to your shoulders as she gets louder. A great deal of satisfaction echoes through your mind. You have her right where you want her again, and for the second time she stays there.

Your treatment continues and her hooves start kneading your shoulders. Abruptly she desperately grips your head while soundly calling out your name. You feel her clench around your tongue. Her entire body tenses up as she rides the wave of the orgasm you just gave her. It only lasts a few seconds but to her it feels like a minute of euphoria. Rarity abruptly lets her entire body relax and the grip on you releases. You slowly sit back upright and admire the total surrender of your mate. Her eyes meet yours again and she gives you a rather sultry look. Her horn glows and out of the corner of your eye you spot her manebrush slowly rising off the nightstand.

"Apricot" you say calmly with a grin.

She huffs and releases her aura, dropping the brush. This makes the second time you denied her. You're now standing at two to one and it's only eight fifteen. Her eyes stay on you as you leave the bed. She eyes you like a hungry lynx whose just waiting to pounce. Your often generous and equally often teasing lover also has proven to have a very good memory. She'll get you back later; you know it.

Or maybe she'll accept defeat and let you have this one. Either way you know you'll be on your guard for the morning and at some point she'll surprise you with round two. Maybe later today. Maybe tonight. Maybe tomorrow.

After all, this morning was retaliation for a bit of saucy shenanigans from a previous night.