We laid on the bed facing each other, my forelegs resting on her midsection and her arms around my neck. A single ray of moonlight came through the window on the far wall, vaguely illuminating us two, and providing a near picturesque view of her face. Slightly angular, though not much, backdropped by her long blond hair, it was a view I had come to love. Her lively brown eyes gazed into mine, and we settled on each other.
For a moment, the world was aligned and perfect. A spike of love, of excitement, of a number of emotions, shot through my mind as we simply looked at each other.
She leaned in first. Her lips met my mouth sideways, avoiding my muzzle and making satisfying contact. We pulled each other closer, her hands gripping and kneading my fur. I pushed my lips against hers, tongue becoming involved.
She moved a hand from my fur to my mane and buried it within, rubbing my neck and urging me forward. I spurred on, drawing her nearer, her chest pressing against my barrel as we continued. I moved to stand over her, parting the kiss for barely a second.
The position gave me a better angle to continue, and continue I did. She shifted to lay on her back and I began the kiss once more, this time using my body weight to help. She involuntarily gave a small moan, the sound and vibration easily noticeable while being so close to her.
I backed off, breathing heavily. There was a prevalent blush on both of our faces.
She moved a bit, brushing up against my underbelly and bringing to attention something which had nearly escaped my notice. A certain part of my anatomy had slid most way out of its sheath, hanging ten inches long and nearly at full mast, almost resting against her breasts.
She noticed too, her face suddenly growing a shade redder as she glanced down. She barely managed to speak the next word, it coming out more as a breath. “...Alright.”
Without any further provocation, she reached underneath me and wrapped a hand around my cock.
I sharply inhaled, jerking slightly, before slowly exhaling as she began to delicately stroke. Attentively and carefully, her fingers glided over the smooth skin, going from my glans to my medial ring and then back, making a small twisting motion as she returned. Back and forth once more, she then decided to bring up her second hand to help. She began the handjob anew, both hands now moving back and forth across my length, turning and making small motions as they did so, one hand lingering and caressing the tip while the other stroked the shaft as it throbbed and expanded further.
Now that I was fully erect, she stopped. She reached underneath herself and pulled down her yoga pants, the crotch area obviously stained with juices. Without hesitation, she took off the white panties underneath as well, exposing herself completely.
She continued on, pulling her shirt off over her head and throwing it haphazardly, then unclipping her bra and tossing it after. Her tits were perky and large, although not obscenely. They jiggled slightly as she moved to push her back up against the bed’s headrest.
Noticing the focus of my attention, she kept eye contact and began to grope one of them, a bashful smile coming to her face. Her silky blond hair separated between going over and behind her shoulders, some strands falling as if to accent her chest. The sight of her posed there, fully nude, with her beautiful face, lithe body, and womanly hips on plain display, was breathtaking.
She spread her legs wide, giving an unabashed view of herself, then laid back some. Rather than anything else, we looked at each other for a moment and then passionately kissed once more, lust and love combining. We stayed like that for a few precious seconds, until I pulled away. Both of us huffed heavily, staring at one another. With a voice filled with anticipation, affection, and a whole range of emotion, I asked a single question. “Are you ready?”
She didn’t respond for a moment, instead opting to keep gazing at me. “Lube.” Was her answer. She reached across the bed towards a nightstand, opened the drawer and pulled some out. Quickly and sloppily, she dumped some into her hand and slathered it on my cock, then dipped what remained on her fingers briefly inside herself. She replied again. “Now I’m ready.”
No further convincing was required. I put my forelegs on the bed, on either side of her shoulders, and lined myself up. I rested the flat tip of my cock on her vagina for a moment, looked her in the eyes, and then slowly, ever so slowly, began to sink myself in.
She threw her head back and moaned a guttural, instinctive moan as I stretched her to her limits. In the throes of the act, I barely felt her hymen give in over the overwhelming warm, slick tightness of her insides, reluctantly parting as I entered. I was only four inches in before I paused, the girth likely staggering for a woman, let alone a virgin, to be penetrated by. I breathed a couple times, then spoke up. “You okay?”
Before she replied, she gave another small, lustful moan and took a few slow, laborious deep breaths, not bothering to raise her head up. “Y-yeah…”
I took her expression in with concern, but continued. Slowly, I dropped my hips more and more. Five inches inside, now. I felt her walls spasm once and then twice, gripping unbelievably tight around my cock, doubtlessly feeling every vein and bump, before relaxing and allowing me to advance. Six inches in, and my medial ring bumped up against her outer lips. I again paused. “The ring?”
Rather than replying, she slowly moved her hips and began to intentionally take it inside herself. It popped in suddenly as I pushed forward, quickly driving another inch inside of her. She let out a high pitched gasp and gripped the bedsheet, arching her back slightly whilst writhing in a mixture of pleasure and pain. Her walls clamped down once more, but this time I didn’t stop. I forced another inch in.
She came. Unlike the spasms before, these were rapid and quick, designed to milk the cock buried inside her. In the midst of her intense, wordless orgasm, she twitched and thrashed while impaled on my dick, moving it around inside her. Having lost her hold on the bed, she gripped at nothing instead.
Her orgasm slowly subsided, and she let out another lust-filled moan. I allowed her a few more breaths, a moment of reprieve, before forcing the last and final two inches inside. She did nothing more than slightly shake.
I stayed like that for a few moments, with all ten, thick inches bottomed out in the woman underneath me. She leaned her head back and closed her eyes, taking deep breaths and using the pause to adapt to the feeling of my cock inside her.
I began to pull out. Once inch, then two. I could feel her entrance stretching backwards as I left, as if only reluctantly letting me leave. She remained still, the only movement being the occasional tremor of her hips. Four inches, and I was back at the medial ring. I gingerly pulled it out, and she tensed around me for a moment. I waited for that to lessen before withdrawing further. Eight inches out, nine… and then, ten.
My cock hung loose yet again. With only one penetration, my girth had forced her pussy from dainty, untouched petals to nearly wide open, and as I pressed my cock against her for a second pass, she lifted her head, looked me in the eyes, and spoke.
“Fuck me.”
I knew what she meant, though I was surprised by it. “You sure?"
She was matter-of-fact with her reply, although the blush coloring her entire face betrayed her. “Yes.”
It wasn’t something I could say no to.
I prepared for a moment and made sure I was completely lined up, before simply letting my hips drop. In an instant, she was again filled with nearly six thick inches of fat cock, being halted at my medial. She let out a scream, although it wasn’t one of displeasure. I didn’t stop, shoving the ring inside and then again dropping my hips. Her body jerked, and she let out another wordless vocalization. In a matter of seconds, I had completely buried myself inside her again.
With only a moment of pause, I withdrew. This time, it seemed I had stretched her enough that she was only caught on the ring for a second. I didn’t entirely exit, leaving one or two inches in, before dropping down another time. There was a slapping sound as I bottomed out, and she moaned huskily.
I withdrew more aggressively this time, and then used my body weight to shove my prick back in. A few more times, out then in, her tits bouncing at the forceful penetrations. Her tightness was slowly subsiding, and each time I found it easier and easier to fill her. I pulled back, this time far enough that my entire cock slipped out, before abruptly cramming the flat tip back in and dropped myself onto her. She assisted, bucking her hips, shaking and moaning meanwhile.
As I began the motions once more, I felt the tip of my cock inflate slightly, and I knew my peak was near. I forced myself inside her again, and there was no going back. I quickly and completely bottomed out, balls slapping against her stretched lips. The tip of my cock, buried as far in as possible, expanded an extra inch or two of girth from the main shaft. The woman beneath me gave a surprised groan.
“Y-you’re– Ah!– flared!” She managed to say.
Even if I wanted to reply, I couldn’t of. I burst, throwing my head back and grunting as did so. The first spurt of cum was powerful, shooting far and deep inside of her. Even if I wanted to back out, the flare had made it impossible, and in the heat of the moment I wanted nothing more than to bury myself as far in as possible. The second shot of cum was almost as voluminous as the first, filling her up further. I let my entire body weight drop onto her as I let out a final eruption, forcing so much spunk inside of her that some drooled out backwards.
The feeling of the cum shot into and now trapped inside her had made her speechless, and she came again, and came hard. As she writhed with the enlarged tip of my dick stuck inside her, she reached over to my forelegs and gripped them with all her might, mouth in a soundless o-shape. I bent my head down and kissed her while she came, looking deep into her eyes all the while.
As she settled down, my flare slowly deflated. I pulled out, and a torrent of spunk followed my exit.
I collapsed onto the bed, laying next to her once again. She rolled over to look into my eyes. I breathed. She breathed. We both did and said nothing for a minute, basking in the afterglow.
After a long while, she asked a breathy question. “Ponies can’t get humans pregnant, right?”
