Donkey Show

Donkey Fic
Resolution
Mister Coffee

Dodge Junction lacked a spa, but the hotel made up for it with hot baths.

It was her turn to serve him; potions or not, he was exhausted after a show, both emotionally and physically. He drooped in the tub as the water rose, resting his chin on the edge to keep from drowning.

She was bright-eyed and alert, something he’d always envied. Sex tired him out, while it woke her up.

“Not right now,” he muttered as he hoof ran lovingly against his sheath.

“You know you want to,” she whispered. “I saw the look in your eyes as that stallion was drilling me.”

“Which one?”

“The unicorn with the green coat.”

“Oh, yeah.” He had watched; he always watched. He’d been balls-deep in the first mare’s friend—she’d been experienced but not skilled. He’d taken pride in the knowledge that he’d been her best; hopefully her next stallionfriend would care more about her pleasure than his.

He was tired, emotionally and physically, but her hoof was compelling. “Don’t.”

“Or what?” Her eyes sparkled.

“Or I’ll turn my back on you later.”

“You wouldn’t.”

“Try me and find out.”

“Mmh.” She nuzzled him. “You wouldn't dare.”

“We can’t afford to be using potions for our own pleasure.”

“I guess not.”

She rested her head against his, and he turned to kiss her.

“I gotta clean you.” Her hoof moved against him again, brushing his length.

“Before I get dirty again?”

“Go on and think that.”

“Don’t even try and play hard-to-get. I know you.”

Jennet sighed. “A dozen stallions—”

“A dozen?”

“—give or take, and none of them were you.”

“Not even the green one?”

“He came close,” she admitted. “Maybe if he’d had a bigger dick.”

“How many mares?” He knew the answer to that; he wasn’t the smart one but even he could count.

“Just one this time.” Her hoof stopped. “I thought she was going to go to you.”

He’d thought the same.

“If we did private sessions, we could—”

“I know.” He yawned. “Did you telegram your friend?”

“Haven’t heard back yet.” Her eyes grew distant. “Imagine private shows, we’d have more control.”

“You might miss your green stallion, though.” He stood up, his erection just touching the water. “That’d be a shame.”

“Maybe.” She licked her lips and bent her head down, brushing her muzzle against his cock. “I’d miss the variety, not gonna deny it.”

“Might get stuck with a bunch of noblestallions who think more of themselves than they ought.”

“That could happen.” She kissed his stallionhood. “But I wouldn’t care, and you know why?”

“Because no matter how disappointing they are, we’ve still got each other?”

She took him into her mouth, which was answer enough.