“You are so full of shit,” Anon blurted, askance.
The grey coated stallion resolutely shook his head, before staring dead at her. “Nope! I swear to Celestia, the guy stashes pies in his locker!” he attested, holding a hoof to his chest.
“So, you expect me to believe that Soarin hoards confections at the Wonderbolts headquarters?” Anon pressed. Spinning in her stool, to directly face her friend, she leaned closer to the pegasus.
Thunderlane did likewise, slowly turning his stool towards her. “If you don’t believe me, I can show you sometime,” he smugly snickered, before taking a sip from his tankard.
“Uh huh. Sure, we’ll get right on that, after you figure out how to get my big ass sky-bound,” Anon laughed, sipping her mixed drink.
~
Somehow or another, about three months ago, she’d found herself in this weird, horse-themed land called Equestria. It was kind of like Earth, if Earth smelled better, wasn’t filled with shitty people, and was crawling with multicolored, talking, and sometimes magical, ponies. One minute, she’d been walking out of a grocery store, and the next, she was standing outside of a town called Ponyville.
As fate would have it, a lone pegasus stallion spotted her and trotted over to say hello. After the initial shock of finding herself faced with a talking equine, she started asking questions, trying to figure out where she was and what was going on. After introducing himself, Thunderlane began questioning her in turn. It was an awkward, clumsy, confusing conversation, one which had led to her having a panic attack, but something interesting happened.
Thunder had stayed with her, doing his best to comfort her and address any fears she’d had. Hell, the guy even offered to let her crash in the guest bedroom of his house. Over the days following her appearance, he’d taken time out of his schedule to show her around, introduce her to the ponies in town, and do anything he could to make her more comfortable.
Although he couldn’t explain how she’d wound up in a different world, there was one thing he did an exceptional job with: getting her to relax. Maybe it was the fact that he’d been the first pony Anon had run into, or perhaps it was because he was down to earth; ironic, considering he had wings. Regardless of what it was, his presence was a stabilizing element for Anon.
~
“You wanna get one more before we hit the road?” Anon inquired, draining her cocktail.
While she’d never been much of a drinker, Ponyville did have a damn decent little bar. Sure, it might’ve doubled as the hayburger joint during daylight hours although, at night, it served as quite a nice pub. Without such luxuries as the internet, cable television, modern electronics, or anything else which she took for granted, Anon found herself getting bored easily.
Even though she’d managed to pick up a job working for Roseluck, making and delivering flower arrangements, Anon found herself with plenty of time to kill. Ponyville was nice, but there just wasn’t all that much for a single lady, or pony, to do. They’d had a library, but it’d been blown up a few years ago. She’d already toured the Friendship Castle, twice, and paid a visit to the School of Friendship.
About a month ago, after Anon had heard about the Hay Burger’s nighttime alter-ego, she’d invited Thunderlane out for a few drinks on a Friday evening. It wasn’t for anything in particular, although she’d presented it as a celebration for a week’s labor’s done. Accepting her offer, she and the stallion enjoyed themselves, regaling one another with stories and jokes. The night had gone so well that Thunder proposed they make it a weekly event; as long as it didn’t conflict with anything, of course.
“Yeah, buck it, I’ll take one more,” Thunder cheerfully declared, downing the last of his beer. Setting his stein on the bartop, he smiled over at the woman. “You know, I don’t know why I didn’t start coming here sooner,” he pondered, waving a hoof around the room.
Anon snickered, sliding her glass over to the bartender for a refill. “Well, if I had to guess, it’s because you’ve never had a cute girl drag you to one.”
“I…” Thunder paused, contemplating the question. “You know, I don’t think I have…”
“Bull!” Anon coughed, taken aback. “You’re tellin’ me a celebrity like you doesn’t have mares throwing their panties, or whatever they’re supposed to be wearing, at you? You’re a fuckin' Wonderbolt! You guys are like the Blue Angels of Horse Land!”
“I’m not sure who the Blue Angels are, but it’s not like that. Sure, I’ve got a few fans, but I’m just in the reserves. Shoot, the only ponies everyone flips out over are Spitfire, Fleetfoot, and Rainbow Dash,” the pegasus sullenly explained, taking a drink from his topped off beer.
Maybe it was because she’d had a few, but Anon was having a hard time understanding what he’d said. As far as she could tell, Thunder was a damn good pony. Tall, well built, nice, and a damn hard worker. The fact that horse girls weren’t beating down his door seemed strange, but then again, she was still trying to wrap her head around how things were in Equestria.
Knitting her brow, Anon leaned closer. “Well then, I guess I’m lucky to be the first,” she mumbled, whilst lifting her glass in his direction. With a halfhearted smile, he clinked his mug to hers.
“Thanks Anon,” Thunder muttered, taking a long draught from his tankard.
While it had been unintended, her comment had struck a nerve. It wasn’t like he hadn’t tried to get a marefriend, he was just woefully unlucky with dating. Try as he might, he always found himself unsure of what to say with mares. He’d asked a few out, sure, but things just never seemed to work out well. Hell, Anon had been the first girl he’d been able to feel comfortable around, and that was likely because she was, for all intents and purposes, an alien.
Looking over, Thunder studied the woman. She was tall, but relatively thin; at least, in comparison to a pony. A shaggy brown mane sat on her head, although that was the extent of her hair. Unlike with ponies, her hide was without a coat, with the exception of her eyebrows and aforementioned locks atop her head. The oddest thing, for him, was the woman’s face; it was remarkably flat, with a tiny little nose. She wasn’t unattractive, just different.
Her clothes though, those were odd. Contrary to Equestrian society, humans apparently wore garments almost constantly. Tonight she’d opted to adorn herself in a pair of loose gym shorts, a baggy t-shirt, and sandals. As he gazed at her, she stretched backwards, letting him get a peek at the bare skin of her belly. For whatever reason, the fact that she was dressed made him feel dirty for seeing a bit of flesh.
“Lookin kinda hard there, Thunder,” Anon giggled, giving him a wry grin.
Although he hadn’t intended to stare at her, Thunder shook his head. “Sorry, didn’t mean to,” he grumbled. Having downed a few beers, he found his thoughts wandering aimlessly, and he was having a hard time concentrating. Between the booze and the reminder of his bachelorhood, his mood had taken a turn.
Raising an eyebrow, Anon patted her quadrupedal friend’s shoulder. “You wanna head home? I’ll make us some snacks to munch on,” she proposed. She’d seen the look he bore plenty of times; it smacked of tipsy melancholy, so she decided to intervene.
“Sure,” Thunder disinterestedly said, pushing his mug away. Hopping off his stool, he slowly walked towards the door.
After draining her drink, she shot the bartender a salute. Digging a handful of bits from her pocket, Anon deposited them next to the register, as she strolled after the Wonderbolt. He stood at the exit, holding the door for her. “And such a gentleman!” she gasped, mockingly holding a hand to her bosom.
“Just remember, you said you’d make us snacks,” Thunder noted, peered up at her.
“No problemo. You got a request, Chief?” she asked.
“Nachos would be nice,” he said, rubbing his chin thoughtfully. She did have a way with cooking, especially painfully unhealthy stuff.
“I think I can do that,” Anon replied, glancing down at him.
Standing beside him, his head only came up to her chest. His body was nearly double the size of her own, and his legs were powerfully thick. Height aside, her gaze wandered to his back and the two wings folded there. She’d seen him fly dozens of times, but there was something magical about it. Matching his pace, Anon quietly reached down. Slowly, she walked her fingers down Thunder’s closest wing, causing the stallion to noticeably shiver.
“Hey!” Thunder groused. Looking over he saw Anon’s playful expression, which caused him to smile.
“There’s the Thunder we all know and love!” she explained, pleased that her distraction had worked.
Even if he hadn’t been a friend, she’d have likely tried to cheer the guy up. In her past, back on Earth, she's dealt with her fair share of gloomy or sad folks, and she always tried her best to improve their mood. She saw no sense in being around unhappy people without trying to do something, and she’d always appreciated when folks made her smile, so making an attempt to raise one’s spirits never hurt.
“Love, eh?” the pegasus mused. Unfurling one wing, he extended the appendage, before wrapping it around the woman’s waist to pull her closer.
“Hey! You gotta buy me dinner and a movie, before getting all handsy...Er...Wingy?” her composure broke, as she giggled at the absurdity of the situation. Thunder chuckled along with her, before releasing her and retracting his wing.
Walking along, the two grew silent. The cool, refreshing night air lazily caressed them, while they approached Thunder’s home. Each had imbibed a fair amount; not enough to be truly drunk, yet leaving them very relaxed and somewhat sluggish. Stepping up to his house, Thunder opened the door for her, allowing her to walk in before him.
“Alright, I’ll whip us up some grub,” Anon said, making her way towards the kitchen. Before she could reach her destination, something warm and furry nudged her thigh. “I said I’ll whip us up some grub,” she repeated, turning to face the would-be intruder.
Thunder paused, as the woman placed her hand on his head. “It’s not like there’s anything else to do,” he commented, scrunching his snout. She’d developed a habit of flaunting her height, even if he was stronger than she was.
“You’ll just get in the way, with your big butt,” she teased, twirling away and scampering towards the refrigerator.
The mention of butts caused Thunder’s gaze to wander to his friend’s posterior. Sure, she may not be a pony, but her tush was pretty shapely; not to mention it was nearly at eye level. “Takes one to know one,” he whispered, unable to let her comment go unopposed.
“Hmmm?” she hummed, opening the fridge to retrieve a brick of cheese and some pickled jalapenos.
“Hey, it’s not my fault the stupid thing is basically in my face all the time!” Thunder retorted, blithely thrusting a hoof in her direction.
A devilish grin slinked across Anon’s face, upon hearing his words. “I mean, if you really want it in your face…” she trailed off, as she slowly leaned forward and stood on her tiptoes. Slipping her thumbs over the rim of her shorts, she methodically began pulling the garment down. Looking back, and hoping to catch his shocked and/or disgusted expression, she found something altogether unexpected.
Frozen in place, Thunder watched the display. Anon wasn’t even showing much, just the barest part of her naked ass, yet he couldn’t look away. Bent over as she was, she almost looked like a pony; more precisely, she nearly resembled a mare. It wasn’t until she stopped moving that he realized she was looking dead at him.
“I’m...uh...I’m just g...gonna go sit in the living room,” he stuttered, turning tail and fleeing out of the kitchen.
Standing back up, and watching the pegasus flee, Anon’s cheeks reddened. Not only had Thunder been blushing, and utterly transfixed by her display, but she’d noticed something else. As he’d trotted away, she spotted something at his groin; something long, dark, and floppy. There’s no way he could’ve gotten worked up from something like that...Could he?
Making a mental note to herself, she returned to making their snacks. If nothing else, she’d investigate the matter later. It wasn’t uncommon for her to mess with him, in a playful way, although he’d never had that sort of reaction. If there was one thing she’d learned about alcohol, it was that the stuff didn’t really change someone’s personality or feelings; it just tended to blunt one’s inhibitions.
It only took Anon a few minutes to whip up their snack. Nachos, heated in the oven, with cheese, beans, and jalapenos; a simple dish, but one almost scientifically designed to be the perfect late night snack. With the platter of chips in hand, she walked back to the living room. With any luck, Thunder would’ve returned to his normal, non-flustered state.
Sauntering out of the kitchen, she found the stallion lounging on the couch. Resting on the corner of the sofa, he glanced over at her, before swiftly looking away. She sighed, noting his cheeks had rosied upon seeing her. Walking over, she seated herself beside him, before offering the tray of snacks.
“Thanks,” Thunder muttered. Refusing to look at her, he fumbled for a nacho. For whatever reason, he’d been caught ogling her derriere; but worse than that, he’d inadvertently gotten openly aroused.
“You ok there, Champ?” Anon asked, stuffing a chip into her gob. She didn’t want any sort of tension needlessly sitting between them, so she was going to attempt to clear the air.
“Yeah, I’m fine,” he sighed. ‘Please. Sweet Celestia, please don’t mention my…’ his internal lamentations were interrupted, as his fears were realized.
“So...I couldn’t help but notice you hangin’ loose back there…” Anon casually noted, idly kicking her feet over the side of the couch.
“I didn’t mean to, alright. The stupid thing has a mind of its own, I swear,” Thunder grumbled, fidgeting uncomfortably.
“Nah, dude, it’s all good! Hell, I think it’s pretty neat!” she laughed.
In truth, Anon had always found equine anatomy interesting. The fact that stallions could stealthily conceal so much meat in their sheath was fascinating, and it wasn’t like she’d ever gotten the chance to see one that close. She had seen pony meat before, what with them walking around naked all the time, although she tried not to openly stare at it, especially while in public.
“Neat?” Thunder parroted in confusion. The adjective ‘neat’ wasn’t the word he’d been expecting from her. Heck, his tool had dropped, in front of her, like he was some undisciplined colt! So her reaction caught him off guard.
“Yeah, like, it’s not how human junk works,” Anon responded, shuffling in place to face him.
Mulling over her reply, Thunder thought for a second. He knew next to nothing about human anatomy, other than that Anon had breasts in an odd place, so his curiosity was piqued. “How does it work then?” he asked, raising an eyebrow.
“Well, uh…” Anon trailed off. She’d unwittingly opened a can of worms, one which she hadn’t anticipated for the evening, so she was obligated to say something. “It’s kinda like with ponies, I think. Like, guys stuff is just soft, but it gets longer and harder when they’re excited. It just sort of hangs there, out in the open, all the time,” she explained.
“So, they don’t have a sheath, huh?” Thunder wondered aloud, rubbing his chin. The concept, while odd, wasn’t that outlandish. After all, dragons’ and seaponies’ sexes were, while unaroused, nearly indistinguishable to him.
“Nope, just a floppy dong,” Anon tittered, before being stricken with a notion. Since his mood seemed to be improving, and because she was feeling a bit curious herself, she kept the conversation going. “You want to make a game of this?”
Thunder reared back slightly, jarred from his thoughts. “How?”
“We’ll kinda’ take turns. You ask something, then I’ll ask something,” the woman proposed, theatrically waving a chip about. The idea would keep things fair, not to mention it’d be an interesting way to pass the time before bed.
“Alright, sure, why not. Hit me,” the stallion chuckled, making himself comfortable. He was relieved she wasn’t offended by his prior behavior, and he didn’t see how a few questions could be harmful.
“So, how big are stallions?” Anon brazenly asked, ruthlessly going for the throat.
Coughing on his nacho, Thunder haplessly flapped his wings. “That’s not fair!”
“I mean, it looked pretty big, but it wasn’t like I got a clear picture of it,” Anon innocently countered, as her mind drifted to the sight of his swaying appendage.
“I mean, most stallions are around seven or eight inches,” Thunder hesitantly answered, adjusting in his seat.
“Most?” Anon pressed, leaning closer.
“I...I’m a little bigger than most,” he reluctantly responded, averting his gaze, before knitting his brow. “Hey, that was two questions!”
“Alright, you got me,” she snickered, holding her hands up in defeat. His admission, while interesting, couldn’t help but tease her imagination. Before she could get too deep into thought, he hit her with his next inquiry.
“So, I was wondering, do human girls wink when they’re excited?” Thunder probed.
“Sometimes, but that’s usually just with flirting,” Anon said, sensually blinking one eye at him.
“No, not that kind of winking. The kind with your naughty bits,” he clarified, pointing a hoof towards her groin.
Anon sat back, digesting the question. “I don’t think so. We just get kinda juicy. Like, when I’m super turned on, it gets kinda swollen and pink down there,” she responded, crossing her legs.
“Basically sounds like a mare, except their stuff can open and close,” Thunder mused, holding a wing aloft and splaying two feathers to illustrate.
“I can sort of do that. We’ve got some muscles down there, so chicks can clench down on a guy or whatever,” Anon continued, subconsciously flexing her pelvic muscles.
“Huh, that sounds pretty nice,” the stallion thought aloud, reclining back.
Anon shrugged and gave him a coy smile. “Well I haven’t gotten many complaints about it,” she confidently giggled. Her eyes languidly wandered over to her friend, before she did an outright double take. Sitting back as he was, she could see an inch or so of his tool protruding from the obsidian colored sheath at his groin.
Nearly black, it had to be about two inches wide. Its tip, fat and relatively blunt, had a textured ridge around it, almost like little crenelations. As her gaze drifted lower, she spied a pair of plump balls, each roughly the size of a small orange. Sweet lord, they were several times larger than any dudes’ she’d ever seen. With her mouth beginning to salivate, the sound of a clearing throat made her look upward, directly at Thunder’s smug grin.
“Look who was caught peeping now,” he proudly noted. With the tables turned, and Anon on the backfoot, it was his turn to gloat a bit.
With a defeated sigh, the woman withered. “Yeah, you got me. Though, I have to say, I’m pretty impressed,” she remarked, billowing her shirt.
Like it or not, the situation was getting her a little more excited than she’d anticipated. It didn’t help that she hadn’t gotten any action in ages, so casually seeing something that big, coupled with having had a few drinks, wasn’t doing her any favors. Taking that into account, and wondering how large it could actually get, she decided to level the playing field. Uncrossing her legs, she peered over at her quadrupedal companion.
“So, you wanna see mine?” she nonchalantly asked, while staring at the ceiling.
The question took Thunder by surprise, so he took a moment to weigh his options. He was, in fact, genuinely curious about what a human woman’s stuff looked like. She had just offered, so he had no reason to feel guilty about taking her up on her offer; not to mention, she was the one who broached the subject. With a resigned shrug, he shook his head.
“Sure, why not,” he finally replied.
Without a word, Anon turned in place. Placing one leg on the seat of the sofa, she kept her other foot on the floor. Now fully facing him, she wrapped her fingers under the fabric at her crotch, before pulling it to the side. Without any underwear, Thunder was treated to an unabashed view of her nethers.
The stallion wasn’t sure what he should have expected, but it looked quite inviting. Moist and meaty, the hairless lips of the flesh between her thighs glistened slightly. It wasn’t all that different looking than a mare’s, although it appeared slightly more plump. Its color was nearly the same as the rest of her hide, albeit a shade darker. As he took in the sight, his stallionhood crept from its sheath, drawing Anon’s attention.
Seated as they were, the two openly admired the other’s equipment. What had begun as a simple affair of questioning had gradually led to their awkward admiration of each other’s junk. Neither of them minded, and were in fact enjoying the view the other afforded. However, the silence was broken, as Thunder’s tool flexed and slapped against his belly.
Snapped from her stupor, Anon was in shock. The stallion’s dick seemed to be somewhere near nine inches long, and…deliciously thick. He was unmistakably aroused, and she found herself quickly following suit. Staring at his girthy length, she couldn’t help but wonder what it felt like. Considering they’d reached this point, she took the next logical step.
“Can I touch it?” she mumbled, her eyes never wavering from his crotch.
Thunder gulped, before giving her a slow nod. Shuffling his rump forward, and easing his shoulders back, he silently gave her access to his goods. He watched as she closed her legs and leaned forward, drawing ever closer to him. Almost timidly, she reached forward, before her fingers gently wrapped around his shaft.
Now grasping Thunder’s stallionhood, Anon’s mouth began to water in earnest. The flesh covering his member was sinfully velvety, and it had a damn good heft to it. Interestingly enough, although he seemed fully erect, there was some pliability to his equipment. Steadily working her hand up and down, getting a feel for it, she glanced up at him. He sighed and closed his eyes, enjoying the attention. Edging closer, she leaned in, until her nostrils were assailed by an unmistakably masculine scent.
Being a scant few inches from Thunder’s stallionhood, Anon could feel herself growing wetter by the second. Peeking up one last time, to ensure Thunder wasn’t looking, her lips parted. If it felt that nice in her hand, she couldn’t imagine what it tasted like. Continuing to idly stroke him, she moved her head lower, bringing her nose to the base of his tool. It was now or never, so she decided to seize the moment.
Thunder gasped and his eyes flew open, as something warm and wet graced the base of his dick. Peering down, he found, to his utter amazement, Anon dragging her tongue up his length. No sooner had he spotted her, then she stopped dead and looked up to his face. The woman immediately withdrew and released his dick, before throwing herself back into the seat.
With the slightly salty, heady flavor of stallion washing over her taste buds, Anon uncomfortably stared at the wall. “Sorry, couldn’t help myself,” she grumbled, clumsily adjusting her shorts. As she did, her fingers grazed her now sopping wet snatch. Realizing she’d likely crossed a line, she tried to think of something to say, until…
“Can I touch yours?” Thunder whispered, drawing his friend’s attention. Given what had just happened, he thought it was only fair.
His query sparked something deep inside Anon, giving her an idea. Getting to her feet, she turned her back to him. Without any fanfare, she pantsed herself, letting her shorts fall to the floor, before turning back around to face the couch. Sinking to her knees, she rested her elbows on the sofa, leaving her naked rump exposed.
Perhaps a bit too enthusiastically, Thunder jumped off the couch. Primal portions of his brain had been teased, prodded active by the evenings events and flow of drink. Trotting around to her backside, he came to an abrupt halt. Positioned as she was, basically on all fours, Anon was a sight to behold. Her supple legs led up to her superbly rounded rear. Between her thighs sat her now bare womanhood, glistening in the dim light.
Intentionally looking away, Anon hoped her ploy would work. She’d never done it with a pony, or even thought about it that hard, but things had changed. An opportunity had presented itself, she was worked up, and it would likely only be a matter of time until she’d been bedded by one of the pastel denizens of Equestria. With all that in mind, she figured it was as good of a time as any, so she hoped Thunder would take the offer.
Stepping over Anon’s shins, Thunder brought himself in for a closer inspection. Even though she admitted that humans couldn’t wink, she was unquestionably turned on. A single bead of nectar crept down her inner thigh, from her dampened nethers. With increasing speed, he approached, until his snout was a hair’s breadth away. Feeling the warmth of it against his nose, some switch within him flipped, causing him to bury his muzzle between her legs.
A ragged breath escaped Anon, as the pegasus started lapping at her sex. With her torso supported by the couch, she put her hands to work; one slipped under her shirt, to grope her right breast, while the other shot to her crotch.
With her aroma flooding his nostrils, and her taste on his tongue, Thunder’s cock slapped against his belly. She tasted similar to a mare, but there was a subtle difference; slightly more citrusy and a bit tangier. In the end, it mattered little, because he was quickly losing himself to the moment. Feeling her fingers on his chin, he pushed them away, to focus on her clit.
Rather roughly, he pushed against her groin, slathering his snout in her juices. Opening his jaw, his tongue dug into her, probing Anon’s depths with the muscular organ. She squeaked in surprise, yet she bore down upon his face. Clearly, she relished his efforts.
Resting her head on its side, Anon affectionately scratched Thunder’s jaw. He hummed into her cunt, causing her to shiver. She wasn’t sure who’d taught him how to eat pussy, but they’d done a damn good job. Splaying her legs slightly, to give him better access, she enjoyed the sensation of his lip service; that was, until it stopped.
Glancing back, and wondering if something was the matter, Anon quickly got her answer. Thunder was turned slightly to the side, prominently displaying his stallionhood, while giving her a longing look. She took a moment, appreciating the sculpted muscle beneath his coat, before her eyes made their way to his face. There was no denying it, they were on the cusp of breaching a line.
Neither had fooled around with anything outside of their own species, yet both of them yearned for more. A grown woman and her stallion friend, each suffering from their base desires. Gazing into one another’s eyes, Anon nodded, signalling Thunder to commit. She grasped a pillow, for added support, while he positioned himself.
Facing her rear, the pegasus reared back and mounted her, locking his forelegs over her ample hips. His hooves dug into her thighs, as he shuffled forward on his hind legs. Carefully, he brought his hips forward, until the tip of his member pressed against her entrance. It took everything he had not to plunge in, but he restrained himself. Steadily, almost cautiously, he began applying pressure.
Taking a breath, while trying to relax herself, Anon hugged the cushion close. Thunder was pretty sizeable. Even with the benefit of his junk having some give to it, she realized it wasn’t going to be an easy fit. Steeling her resolve, she pushed herself backward, until it finally happened. With a resounding pop, he worked his way inside. She shuddered, as her body coped with the intrusion.
Giving Anon a moment to adjust, Thunder began to ponderously drive himself into her. He didn’t want to hurt her, so he took his time, but the snug warmth of her womanhood was exquisite. Inch after laborious inch, he continued, until his medial ring bumped against her lower lips. It wasn’t until then, that he began to steadily withdraw.
Anon hadn’t even realized she’d been holding her breath, until Thunder started hauling his length from her stuffed canal. Her recovery was short lived, however, as he quickly drove himself back inside. She uncontrollably grunted, before burying her face in the pillow. Instinctively, she bucked back against him, urging him to continue.
His weight resting on her waist, the way his hooves pressed into the meat of her upper legs, how magnificently full she was, it was all sublime. His size aside, there was something bestial and simply hot about being mounted in such a manner. As he started to withdraw a second time, she readied herself to reciprocate his impending thrust.
Driving his hips forward, Anon rocked back to meet Thunder’s plunge. His nostrils flared, snorting loudly at her overt enthusiasm. While his higher functions were grappling to retain control, he realized she was more than ready for what he had to deliver. Unhurriedly, he started to rut her.
As gentle as he was being, Anon was being pushed to the limit. Thunder was, by no small margin, larger than any human she’d ever tangled with, but she knew what to do. With one hand still positioned near her abdomen, she sought out her clit. Teasing it between her middle and ring fingers, while continuing to tweak and tease the nipple of one bosom, she turned up the heat.
Draping himself over Anon’s back, Thunder rhythmically drove his length into his mate. Lying atop her, his muzzle reached her shoulder, allowing him to peer at her face. Her eyes were closed, yet she wore a blissful expression. Affectionately, his wings unfurled to caress her sides, while he rubbed his face against her.
Thunder’s passionate ministrations, coupled with her own handiwork, stoked the flames of Anon’s desire. If they were going to do it, they may as well fully commit to the deed. Peering over her shoulder, she glanced at the stallion. “Harder…”
Silently, the pegasus obliged. Both the speed and force of his thrusts increased, causing Anon’s body to rock with each plunge. Anon did likewise, pressing back to meet his movements. Having been given time to acclimate, her body hungered for more. It wasn’t much, but it allowed the unthinkable to happen.
With one titanic collision, Thunder’s medial ring ground into Anon’s sex. Not only did the thicker portion of his cock ram inside of her, but the head of his cock impacted against her womb. She cried out, in a mixture of shock and delight. A devilish cocktail of pleasure, tinged with the barest hint of pain, sent jolts through her body. It wasn’t unpleasant, not by any means; no, immeasurably intense would be a better way to describe it.
Now virtually hilted, Thunder’s onslaught continued. With Anon’s vice-like interior clamping down around him, he lost himself. Faster and faster he went, causing his weighty balls to slap against her hand, which was ruthlessly toying with her clit. He wasn’t sure how long he’d last, nor did he care; all he knew was that it felt incredible.
Besieged by carnal bliss, Anon’s eyes rolled to the back of her head. Her fingers were a blur, as she shamelessly pleasured herself. The inexorable heat of release was swiftly mounting within her, the climactic pinnacle which she so desperately sought out. Thunders breaths, hot and heavy, wafted to her ears, pushing her to endure. She only needed a little more, one final push, before she reached her limit.
With his heart pounding within his chest, Thunder hammered away. He could feel himself beginning to flare deep within her confines, as his body teetered on the edge. Gritting his teeth, he struggled to maintain his composure, until something soft caressed his thigh.
“Cum in me,” Anon breathed, digging her fingers into his leg. The act, a bid to bring them both to the peak, had an immediate and profound effect.
With the colossal force of a titan, Thunder entombed every inch of himself within Anon’s snatch. He grunted furiously, bucking his hips like a beast possessed, as he was pushed past his limit. His tool, now locked in place, throbbed violently, while wave after wave of foal batter surged down its length.
As the first shot of spunk crashed against Anon’s womb, she came with catastrophic force. Her entire body shuddered, trembling uncontrollably, due to the unparalleled rapture coursing through her. Lightning bolts of ecstasy electrified every nerve of her being, causing her sex to gush nectar to the floor below, but it wasn’t over. No, Anon would soon know the full might of being bred by a stallion.
The flow of seed was seemingly endless, forcing a second and third orgasm from the woman. Humans simply weren’t built to receive such a prolific amount of spunk. As such, it coped in the only way it knew how; by evoking a cascade of climaxes that bled into one another. Mewling incoherently, saliva crept down Anon’s chin, while her mind was lost in a maelstrom of pleasure. Adrift in a sea of bliss, the world was lost to her, leaving her in a senseless and semi-conscious state.
A heavenly pressure gradually filled her, causing her mind to go blank. Unbeknownst to her, Anon’s abdomen began to subtly sag, under the unimaginable weight of so much pony cum. With nowhere to go, and after filling her womb, it squelched and squirted out of her abused and absurdly stuffed entrance, pattering down to the carpet.
With his orgasm beginning to subside, Thunder looked up to his lover. She just lie there, panting like an animal, with an idiotic grin on her face. Her eyes, blurry and unfocused, lazily turned to him, before she finally blinked. They’d done it, they’d broken the interspecies line, yet they were far too satisfied to care.
As the stallion went to move, Anon pawed at his leg. “N...no. Just stay there a minute,” she croaked, wanting to savor the sublime feeling of fullness as long as possible. Looking back at him, she noticed an odd look on his face.
With his higher functions slowly returning, Thunder was stricken by the ramifications of what they’d done. Anon was, over anything else, a close friend of his, even though he’d only known her for a relatively short time. “We’re good, right?” he asked, keenly aware of the steady drip drip dripof his cum hitting the carpet.
Anon smiled, then weakly laughed. “Dude, of course we’re good,” she wheezed, wiping off her face. “Only difference now is that we’re friends with benefits…”
