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                      Mona Squiggles                       
                       -by DrySpell-                       
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 The Official, The Original, The Only Chapter That Matters 
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The Official, The Original, The Only Chapter That Matters
As cool night air slowly blew in from the outside, the slight scratches of a pencil against paper floated throughout the small studio space Mona Squiggles found herself in. Her eyes scanned the large and soft paper fashioned to her drawing board, and her mouth slowly followed along with a drafting pencil. It was rare to find herself caught in a productive spell like this one, so she didn't particularly mind that her long, cream-colored hair was partially covering her vision. What was common was the neck pain she felt after making so many wide sweeps.
With a defeated sigh, she placed the pencil down on her side table with a slight tap, where it quickly joined her others. Her rump had gotten sore despite the small cushion underneath her, so she quickly stretched her soft pink wings and took to the sky.
A loud yapping started below her while she floated a bit off the ground. She left her hooves hanging down near the ground where an explosively active terrier was nipping at them. She smiled down at his drooling face, rubbing a lazy hoof on his head.
"You're probably hungry, huh?" she said, getting a confirming bark afterward. She floated over to the adjacent room, the kitchen, and landed on the tiles. The dog followed, panting heavily and looking up at her. "Hold on Pastel, give me a sec." She trotted around the kitchen, slowly gathering a collection of things. The dog bowl, a plate, the bag of dog food from above the sink, and the peanut butter and jelly. Being careful not to mix them up, she prepared herself and Pastel dinner, passing the bowl down to the floor. "There you go. Eat up."
She watched her dog start tearing through the bits she gave him as she ate her sandwich. Since her concentration had been broken, the hair in front of her face started to bother her a bit. She chomped down the rest of her sandwich, the left Pastel in the kitchen.
Down a small hallway leading out of the kitchen was a light blue door, noticeably different from the other brown walls and doors. She grasped the golden handle and pulled the door back.
"Yikes, I left the A.C. on," she said. The room beyond was densely packed with just about everything. Her bed was sat in the corner, with a large vanity mirror at the foot. Beside it was the closet, where an assortment of outfits were hung and on display. When she walked in, the room was completely dark. After flicking on the light, Mona crossed the room, and quickly shut off the A.C., leaving the room in complete silence.
It didn't take a lot of looking around to find exactly where her ribbons were. She went to the vanity, grabbed one of her baby blue ribbons and pulled her mane back. It took a bit of effort, but she was pretty quick with her hooves.
When she turned, she caught a glimpse of the other side of the room. Technically, it was free space, with a pretty large red comfy carpet. She walked past to get to the camera setup behind it. Tapping a few keys on her computer got it to whirr to life. She typed in her password and it brought up the desktop. Her muscle memory led her to pull up her recording service, though she wasn't planning on doing a stream tonight. She spared the cameras next to her a glance, then closed out her recording program. Instead, she scrolled over a bit and opened up her email.
She sifted through it silently for a few moments, then clicked on a reply from a few hours ago. She'd already read it through to the end, since she was half of the conversation, but she'd long since left the conversation alone. She found an unread message near the bottom and read along in her head.
Mom and dad say they miss you. Do you think you could make time to come see them?
She paused for a moment, wondering if she'd waited too long, and if the recipient was asleep, but typed up a response anyway.
Sry. Got work to do
It felt as if she got a response quicker than it took her to type up the message.
C'mon Mona, we both know you'd drop work if I asked you to go somewhere with me. Why can't mom and dad get that type of attention too?
Mona typed up her response quicker this time.
Cuz u didn't kick me out and make me live on my own for a year
They feel bad about that, you know? They want to make amends.
Yeah right. I'm not going
Mona closed out her email like she did earlier. She paused for a moment, her forehead leaning on the wall next to her computer desk. Her hoof hovered over the mouse, and she contemplated opening the email back up, but instead moved it back over her recorder. She pulled up her website and clicked the "live" button. Her camera turned on, but the lens was still covered. She was taken from the front page to her chat room. She found it comforting how quickly it filled up.
"Heya guys! Sorry for the surprise stream," She got up from her seat, heading over to the closet. She quickly pulled on some striped blue and white panties, and grabbed her body tape. She strapped it over her cutie mark, a palette and paintbrush, then slipped on some jean shorts and a long pair of socks. When she made her way back, she flipped the lens cap off, and spoke to the camera pointed directly at her chest. Hiding her identity was second nature at this point. "Was just feeling kinda bored. What's up with you guys?"
The chat room was flooded with messages of encouragement, people talking to each other, and other general messages. Mona could feel herself getting lost in their words as they flooded down the screen.
A little dinging sound caught her attention, and she carefully scrolled up to the highlighted comment with excitement, making sure to read it out to anypony who might have missed it.
"Oh? Thank you for the 20 bits." Her voice was cheery as she continued to read off the donation message. "Show off your flank. Well, only cause you asked so nicely."
Mona got up from her seat, turning around to show her flank to the camera. With the lens pointed directly at her plump rear pressed tight in those jeans, she could only imagine how wild the chat must be. A few more dings went off as she wiggled her butt around. She turned back to her computer, her face obscured by her jeans being so close to the camera.
"Hehe. Hey, slow down, everyone. I'm only one mare." She read the donation messages as they scrolled past. "Thank you for the bit donations! 30 for a panty shot? Of course!"
She unfastened the button on her shorts, causing them to slip to her hooves. The air was still cool against her bare bottom, so she pressed her hind legs together. She looked forward, and reached a spare hoof past her belly and to her clit. Rubbing a hoof between her soft legs and against her lips brought a soft moan to her lips.
"Hehe. You guys are so dirty." She sped up her hoof, quickly making herself moist. The dinging from her computer had also quickened, with the sounds beginning to overlap. Mona chuckled and stopped for a moment, then returned to the camera. The camera was bent down, pointing directly at the floor. She sat down right in front of it, crossing her legs over each other. In this position, a slight patch of her pubic hair was partially visible, and she certainly played off of this. She continued rubbing, going back to her slower pace, but adding a hoof lick every now and then. "How much to get the panties off? Same as always. One 50 bit donation."
She knew what was coming next. The sounds of donations died down, and the chat hit a pause. Throughout the year she'd been working this way, a donation drought was bound to happen. Of course, she was prepared for this.
"You know… I actually got myself a brand new toy yesterday. Wanna see it?" Mona scooted over to her bed, leaving only her flank on camera. She fished under her bed, retrieving a long box from beneath it. On the box was a long black cock fashioned after a horse. She returned to the camera as she unboxed it. Once it was out of its box, she slipped it between her thighs and pressed it against her stomach to show how deep it would go. "I'm kinda scared, but I wanna try it out."
She glanced over at the chat and watched as it slowed down to a snail's pace. She quietly sighed, rubbing the top of the dildo with her hoof. These kinds of days were bound to happen, especially if they weren’t prepared. She spread her legs slightly and leaned over to her computer.
Ding
It was an uncanny spark of luck, maybe, when that particular donation sounded. She didn’t normally see exactly who donated until she scrolled up to thank them, but this particular donation seemed to be staring right back at her. She moved her mouse over it and clicked on the name.
“S-SG12... 1000 bits. Private conversation…” The chat was scrolling by quickly in a mix of confusion and excitement, but she managed to keep up with it. It wasn’t uncommon for her to get requests to open up a separate chat room for two. And for a certain price, she has. But staring at that donation, she lost her composure for a bit. After no new messages, she spoke up. “Thank you, SG12. It looks like I’ll be back later, chat. Stay safe!”
She ignored the protests from the rest of the chat and found the donation post again. She clicked on the pony’s username and invited them to a private chat. The camera on her stream switched off, replaced with a black screen for all but one of her viewers.
Mona was silent at first, staying close to her computer where SG could only see a bit of her side. SG’s silence carried throughout her own house, where she could hear the tiny chirps of crickets outside her window.
“Hello? You there?” said Mona, attempting to break the silence. After it didn’t work, she frowned, though the pony on the other side couldn’t see. She wondered if they were the silent type who would sit in the back until something happened. Still, she didn’t want to operate that way. “I don't know what you want me to do if you don’t tell me, bad boy.” The seduction approach seemed to have the best results most of the time. She moved back to the camera and pressed her hoof against the hem of her panties. “Want me to take these off?”
Another ring came from her computer, freezing her in her tracks. She all but clambered over to the computer screen to see what it was
Sorry, I didn’t know what to say. I’m shy.
“Y-You know you don’t have to donate every time you speak, right?” Mona blurted it out but wondered if she should have. Another 1000 bit donation loomed behind their first message to her. She shook her head, then moved back in front of the camera.
Oh! I’m so sorry, I pressed the wrong button! I didn’t mean to cause trouble
Mona’s jaw all but slammed against the floor. This had to be some sort of joke. No sane pony would mistakenly gift a thousand bits to a random camgirl. With this sort of money being thrown around, she thought she was more than obligated to deliver on the goods.
“N-No problem, just tell me what you want to do.” She sat back down in the position she was showing the rest of her chatroom, but this time she went to slip off her panties. With the whole debacle, she’d long since lost her arousal, but she was already quick at work to get herself back there. “I was talking about it earlier, but I think I can take the whole thing. Wanna see me tr—”
Another donation. This time, it was followed by a flurry of messages.
Wait! Wait
Hold on, you don’t have to!
I just wanted to talk with you
Sorry! I tried getting your attention, but you were already at it
Mona could feel all sorts of red flags going off in her head. She’d somehow gained more bits than she could earn in three months in the span of three minutes. Her hooves were shaking as she shakily scrolled through the messages. She looked at the camera through its blind spot. She clenched her eyes shut and silently prayed to Celestia she hadn’t gotten mixed up in something illegal.
“Just talking?” she repeated it as if that would somehow make it make more sense to her. This time, she couldn’t contain her thoughts. “W-Why do you want to talk with me? You guys come here to jack off, right? You don’t need to know me as long as the ass is good, right?” She became somewhat breathless as she rattled those questions off, but SG remained silent. After a moment, they started typing, but it died down. Over and over again the message that showed that they were typing popped up, but it kept going away. Mona’s eyes became wide, and she sighed. “I-I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to snap at you. I was just worried, is all.”
The messages stayed silent for a few moments before the message popped up again. Quickly, as if they’d been talking seamlessly, they sent their message.
If you don’t mind, do you want to go to lunch with me?
Almost as soon as it appeared, it was deleted. Mona was silent for a moment while a bunch more apology messages flashed by her screen. She opened her mouth to say something, bit her lip, gently, then sighed deeply. She was sure they’d heard her, and by now she didn’t care. She grabbed up the camera and looked into it, probably startling the pony on the other side.
“Alright, SG12. 3k is a bit expensive for a date, but it’s not like I dislike big spenders.” She brushed hair out of her eye for a moment, then looked back at the chat. “Send me the place and the time. Be there on time! If you’re late by 15 minutes, I’m legally allowed to leave, you know.” She jerked the camera away from her face, wondering what the long term consequences of showing her face to a stranger would be. She shook the thought away, turning completely to her computer, and shut off the live function. She’d have to apologize to her followers tomorrow night when a proper stream was scheduled.
But for tomorrow afternoon, she had a date.
With the morning being so chaotic, she nearly forgot about it.
Turns out passing out on the floor of your apartment pantsless with your door open doesn’t really do wonders for your sleep. It took her ten minutes to stretch her neck out so that it felt natural again, another ten taking a shower, and nearly an hour of crunch time getting both herself ready and Pastel properly fed. In the end, though, she was still sure that she was forgetting something.
Thankfully, though, she was relatively close to the place she was supposed to meet SG12. She started thinking about what she was going to find there but ultimately decided to let herself ride whatever wave she was caught in, and to think about drowning as it came.
The place was a lot smaller than she thought it would be. It was a small sandwich shop squeezed between a small supermarket and a bodega. The smell of fresh-baked bread was seeping through the front door as she approached, and heat from the ovens washed over her as she pushed the door open, slightly. She didn’t have breakfast, but the smell alone felt like it could fill her up for two meals worth of food.
More importantly, the store was barren. With a quick sweep of the eyes, she could scan all the tables. To her left, the kitchen in the back was clearly visible. The counter was there, but there was no employee manning it. She was about to let the door close, checking to make sure that she had the right place before a pony came barreling forward. It was a blur of grey, so she didn’t quite see what happened, but the crash definitely caught her attention. She walked in fully, glancing over the counter at the fallen pony.
“Ow... “ The mare mumbled as she slowly got to her hooves. Confirming Mona’s suspicions, her coat was a dark ash grey, but her mane stood out as a fuschia curly tuft placed right on top of her head, and down the left side. Her eyes were a more vibrant pink as they stared into Mona’s. “Ah!”
“Ah?” The mare’s face flushed red, and she ducked her head away from her. Her tail swished back and forth madly, and she apparently couldn’t stop her shivering hooves from covering up her face. With this kind of adverse reaction to someone she just met, Mona could only come to one logical conclusion. “Ah…”
“Storm, what happened? Is there trouble?” A worried voice came from the back and was accompanied by a pony soon after. The mare named Storm was all but curled up in the corner by now, and the stallion that came to her aid stood front and center, an unashamed snarl on his face. “May I help you?”
“Oh, sure,” said Mona, looking around the restaurant. “I don’t see a menu, though—” The stallion moved quick. So quick, it seemed the menu came from nowhere before he slammed it on the counter. His face was showing such obvious hostility, Mona had to keep herself from laughing. “Erm… I’ll have the daisy sandwich, please.”
“Coming right up,” he said, slipping the menu away again.. “Storm, go make her sandwich. I know how to deal with customers like this on my own.”
“Dad…” groaned Storm, slowly pushing past him. “She’s here to meet… m-me. I’m taking my lunch break.” The stallion whipped around faster than he pulled out the menu. Mona almost admired that slick movement, along with his not throwing his back out.
“W-Why are you hanging around this woman?” He said, worry apparent in his voice. He looked back at Mona with a snarl, before turning back to his daughter. “What if she tries to lead you somewhere, and you get kidnapped, or worse! I can’t bear the thought.”
“It’ll be fine, dad. We’ll just be in the restaurant. Alone.” She frowned a bit, seemingly sending a spike through the stallion’s heart. Storm walked past him and looked up at Mona, her blush still painted on her face. “Let’s go sit over there.” Mona followed Storm off to a table near the back. Storm took a seat first, so Mona sat opposite from her.
“So, you’re SG12, hm?” Mona looked her in the eyes, but Storm kept her eyes down at her hooves. “Gonna be 100% honest, I kinda expected a stallion.” Storm froze up for a moment, and a sad face replaced her embarrassed one.
“Would you… have preferred a stallion? You probably meet a lot more stallions, right?” She chuckled to herself. “I’m sorry.”
“You apologize a lot,” she said, with a sigh. “I expected a stallion, but a mare is plenty fine with me, too. They have cuter muzzles.” Storm blushed again but smiled as well. “But I have to ask… with you working in a place like this, you didn’t give me your college fund or anything, did you?”
“Oh! N-No, it’s fine.” She looked over to the kitchen, where a grumbly stallion was busy preparing a sandwich before she added, “I have a second job I’m keeping secret from my dad. He’d never allow me if I told him.”
“What kind of job lets you drop 3k on a camgirl like me?” The sound of a crash disrupted the two’s conversation. A plate was slammed between them, and Mona could almost feel malice as it crept down her back from the gaze above her. “T-Thanks, sir.”
“Dad…” Storm’s gaze sliced through her father’s, sending him careening back with an apologetic look on his face. Once he’d retreated to the kitchen, Storm let out a heavy sigh and tapped her forehead against the table. “Sorry, he’s super protective of me.”
“That’s a good parent right there,” said Mona with a grin. “I’m guessing he’s the reason you’re so shy and stuff then.”
“No, that’s… well,” she pulled her head back up, then looked Mona in the eyes for the first time. “I can’t tell you, yet. M-Maybe later.” Mona’s grin dropped, and she looked into Storm’s eyes a bit, trying to gauge something from them. What it was, exactly, even she was unsure. Still, Storm turned her eyes away before long. “Is there something on my face?”
“Nah. you’re just cute.” Storm flared up, and she nearly scooted her seat all the way to another table. “You remind me of my sister. So cute to tease.”
“S-So that was a tease, then,” she said, quietly. Good thing Mona had good ears. “Well, I think you’re… cute too. Cuter than you are on your stream, anyway.” Mona started laughing, and Storm chuckled along.
“Well, C’mon then, Storm,” said Mona, reaching out to grasp her hooves. She tried to pull back, but not with much effort. “Ask me some more questions. Don’t you want to know anything about me? Anything but my weight!” Storm chuckled a bit, and her struggle to squirm away lessened.
“Well… this is kind of embarrassing, but I don’t actually know your name,” she murmured. “I mean, your real name. I only know your stream name.” Mona turned her head to the side slightly.
“Mona,” she said with a genuine smile. “My cutie mark is for artistry.” Storm’s eyes widened.
“Oh, I thought your talent was… um… that.” She squeezed Mona hooves back. “Y-You don’t need money, do you? Is that why you do it?” Mona averted her eyes this time, focusing on the uneaten sandwich in front of her. She released Storm’s hooves and picked the sandwich in front of her up. The bread was unbelievably soft, and the aroma hadn’t waned at all since it was placed in front of her. She took a bite, savoring the deep flavor of the bread against the daisy.
“I’m dealing with some dumb family troubles,” she said, using her bliss eating the sandwich to mask her true emotions. “Well, I suppose I also find it fun.” She placed the sandwich down and stared forward at Storm. “Alright, now it’s my turn. What’s your deal?”
“W-What do you mean?” asked Storm, taken aback by her sudden mischievous tone.
“Why’d you come to my stream?” asked Mona. She looked to make sure she wasn’t watched, then she subtly licked her hoof. “How many have you rubbed out to me?” Storm’s blush seemed to be creeping down her neck after running out of face space.
“None! I-I mean, probably o-once or twice, but not in a creepy way!” After looking at Mona’s grin, she bit her lip, then added, “Well, s-since the beginning. I started following you because… I-I can’t say.” Mona pouted.
“Not even I asked you nicely?” She leaned in, increasing her pout to an extreme extent. “Pwetty pwease?” Storm looked down, and again her embarrassment was replaced with sadness. Mona pulled back, a look of guilt replacing her pout. “S-Sorry, I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable.”
“No… it’s fine,” she said, taking a deep breath. She looked up at Mona again and opened her mouth. It was so obvious that she was trying hard to say something but just couldn’t get it out. She bit her lip and gritted her teeth. “D-Do you know what a… futa is?” Mona looked utterly confused for all of one second before it dawned on her. “You were so feminine, but had a tomboy thing going on. It inspired me to be… me.”
“Oh.” Mona wished that she had more to say, but nothing came to mind. Storm’s hooves began to shake, and her forehead slammed back into the table.
“It’s okay, you don’t have to say anything,” she said, laughing bitterly. “If you look at me, I look like a stallion, right? My voice is high, but I always have to wear baggy pants in public. Even though I just want to wear a dress just… just once, I can’t… I—”
Mona grabbed Storm’s face in her hooves, leaning over the table to do it properly. Her whole body was shaking, and she looked pretty pale. No matter how much Storm wanted to squirm free, she couldn’t get out of Mona’s grasp. She looked up at her with eyes full of tears.
“Look at my eyes,” she said. Though she could feel herself breaking down, Storm obeyed her. Her left eye was full of life and matched her coat’s baby pink hue. She couldn’t notice it from a glance, but when she looked at her right eye, she found a dull silver. “When I was, like, 6, my sister messed up and took all the color out of my eye. I could see fine, but all the foals at school told me that I looked like a robot. They asked if a robot had come to take the place of me, If I had to piss oil, all types of shit. For that, I was scared to look people in the eyes for the longest. But it didn’t matter, cause I learned how to look directly at my problems.”
Mona placed her forehead on Storm’s bringing the two closer. Storm couldn’t help but look directly at her. She didn’t really want to look away.
“I know it’s way different. Way different.” She sighed. “But I know that if I can do it, you can too. Your dad probably cheers you on all the time, right?”
“Hell yeah!” The roar came from the kitchen, making both of the mares jump. “Oh, uh, sorry, carry on with your conversation.”
“Anyway, the point is you’re stronger than you think,” she said, finally backing off. “And you’ve got support.” She smirked and rolled her eyes. “God, I only met you like, ten minutes ago. It’s kinda surreal to be talking to you like this despite only knowing you for that long, right?”
“Y-Yeah.” Storm blinked a few times, but her eyes were firmly locked with Mona’s. ‘U-um—” Mona could feel her calm down. Her body stopped shaking and her color returned to normal. “Can I ask for something?”
“Of course!” said Mona, giving her a big smile. “I mean, I’d be damned if you dropped so much money on me and didn’t leave satisfied—”
Storm’s hoof slowly snaked around to the back of Mona’s head. She left her seat a bit, and pressed her lips against Mona’s. She didn’t let up anytime soon, pushing her back into her seat with her kiss. The two were pressed together for a few moments before Storm pulled back. The two were panting heavily, their eyes glued to the others. Storm blushed, and looked to the kitchen in the back.
“Can I ask for something else?” Mona followed her gaze, then smirked.
“Yeah,” she answered, breathlessly.
Storm left her seat, and Mona followed suit. The two quickly made their way to the back of the restaurant, with Storm taking a small detour to flip the sign in the front to “closed”. Mona wondered if she even needed to, considering the drought of customers they were having.
“Dad! I’m going to my room!” called Storm. Her dad seemed to be stuck in his own world, quickly and efficiently making rolls of bread. Though, when Storm called out to him, he turned immediately. His glare was still strong, but somewhat muted. “Call me down when it’s dinner time.”
“Of course, Stormy.” Storm led Mona up a flight of stairs near the back wall. They were rickety, but short. Above, there were a few rooms, but Storm led her directly to the one at the end of the hallway. After pushing it open, a wave of cool air hit the two, although there was only a small fan inside.
“Sorry if it’s a little small,” said Storm, leading Mona deeper into her room. It was small like Storm had said, but definitely liveable. Her bed was stuffed into the corner, with her dresser off to the right. She had a big window directly in front of the door, and a work desk in front of her window. To her left, Mona realized a large white curtain. She instinctively grasped at the curtain to see what was behind it.
“Whoa,” said Mona, recognizing the camera and computer setup. The workspace was a lot smaller than her own, but she knew that the size didn’t really matter. “You’re a camgirl?”
“That’s the second job I was talking about,” she said, closing the blinds over her window. “Turns out people pay a lot to see me, um… perform.” Mona laughed.
“And I’m getting it for free, hm?” Mona closed the curtain and smirked deviously at Storm. Her confidence from before seemed to disappear, as she chuckled meekly. “So, what do you want to do first?”
“I… didn’t really think this far ahead,” she admitted. She pressed her hooves together. “This is my first time with someone. I don’t really know what to do.” Mona hummed in delight, as she approached Storm. She saw her lock up first, but gradually got calmer.
“I’ll take the reins, then.” Mona gently pushed Storm back, letting her fall on her rump. She leaned back as Mona leaned in. Her teeth clasped her pants button, unfastening it with relative ease. She pulled the zipper down slowly, then removed the pants completely. Below them, Storm was wearing an enticing pair of white panties. Though, instead of a camel toe, she found a large shaft spilling out from the top. “Hehe. So, you still wear panties?”
“Is it weird?” asked Storm. Mona looked up to see her closing her eyes and fidgeting.
“I think they’re pretty cute,” she answered. “But they have to go.”
“O-Oh, okay…” Mona slipped a hoof under the hem, slowly lifting them off her body and down her hooves until they joined the pants near her feet. The cock underneath seemed to be at half mast, as it was slumped over, but still drooling cum from when it was pressed against the panties. Mona pressed her muzzle against the shaft, feeling the warmth of it as blood rushed to the tip.
“Looks like we’ve got a slow learner,” joked Mona, running her tongue up the shaft to the medial ring. Storm’s breath picked up as she continued teasing the mare. She pressed her mouth against it, moaning as she slowly wet its length. She pulled back with a kiss, sending a shiver through Storm’s body. “Don’t know why, but you taste really sweet.”  
“T-Thanks…” she said, breathlessly. Mona sat on her belly, and opened her mouth wide to fit on of her balls into her mouth. She kept it well trimmed, so it was smooth as she suckled on them. Storm’s moans were growing louder, and her hindlegs started to tremble. Mona chuckled in her mind before pulling gently, and letting go with a satisfyingly wet pop. “W-Wait… this isn’t fair.”
“Hm?” asked Mona, rubbing her muzzle against Storm’s inner thigh.
“I want to t-taste you, too,” she said, looking down with determination in her eyes. Mona hummed again, backing off Storm for a moment. She unbuttoned her jeans and let them fall down to her legs. Storm looks pleased, but confused. “You didn’t wear any panties?”
“Oh… that’s what I forgot,” she said jovially. “Well, it doesn’t matter. You didn’t want to see my pantaloons, did you?” Storm laughed at her use of the word pantaloons before Mona backed her ass into her face. From her position, she had little choice but to fall onto her back. Mona hoved just over her face, and just over her cock as well. She licked her lips.
“Wow…” said Storm, pressing an idle hoof against her lips. She pressed on the clit, squishing her pussy together and rubbed the tip of her hoof inside slowly. “It’s so small and pretty.”
“That’s one way to describe it,” said Mona with a chuckle. She went back to focusing on Storm. From this angle, there seemed to be a lot more dick than she was expecting. Still, she opened her mouth wide and slowly enveloped the tip. With every second, she got closer to the bottom, and eventually, the whole shaft was in her mouth. It was incredibly warm, and she could feel the slight sputter of the tip and dribbling of cum deep in her throat. Her mind went blank for a moment, before she pulled up a bit to get fresh air.
Storm seemed to be having fun poking and prodding. Mona groaned in protest, and lowered herself onto Storm’s muzzle unexpectedly. Her tongue against her walls sent a shiver through her the first time and a full on shudder when she kept going. Quicker, she would lick and lick, seemingly racing to a full fledged cumming finish. Mona didn’t intend to lose, though. She pulled her head back, then slammed down on Storm’s dick, making her moan in pleasure and her hind leg twitch spastically. She mixed her tongue in with her blowjob to keep up pressure.
Of course, with Mona’s experience, she won her competition. With a jerk of her hip, Storm sent her cock to the back of Mona’s throat with a satisfying squelch, followed by bands and balls of cum. Mona’s reaction was fast, so she ended up gulping it all down with ease. After she was sure she was finished, she pulled off, leaving a mix of saliva and cum sticking to her lips. She took in a few gulpfuls of air, then leaned back to press her cunt harder onto Storm’s lips.
“K-Keep doing that…” Storm had doubled down on her assault, now rubbing her hoof against her clit rhythmically, ending pulsewaves of pleasure right up her body. It didn’t seem like Storm was an amateur. Mona was certainly feeling it. “F-Fuck…” She grit her teeth and felt her body convulse for only a moment. Her body came hard, with her forehooves beginning to shake and give out themselves. She landed on the carpet, her pussy walls still contracting and squeezing together. Storm slid out from underneath Mona, and her hooves reappeared next to her head.
“S-So, next is this, right?” Mona felt the warm tip press against her lips, and it sent another shiver through her body. She was still kind of sensitive, so her tip felt burning hot against her skin. “I’m going in.”
“P-Please…” Mona pressed back against Storm, doing the first step for her. She could feel the tip push past her just before Storm moved in deeper. She moaned loudly, having to grit her teeth to stop herself from crying out in pleasure. It moved slowly, her walls squeezing against it, yet pulling it in deeper. She could feel every bit of the cock as it squished against her g-spot, sending a dribble of drool down her mouth.
“M-Mona…” Storm leaned down, her stomach touching Mona’s back, and spoke directly into her ear. Her breath was heavy on her neck. “You’re so cute…” She wanted to chuckle or laugh, but that compliment went straight to her heart. She felt her face get hot, and it only got hotter once Storm nibbled on her ear. She let a moan past her lips, just as Storm pulled out to the tip of her pussy, then slowly pushed back in.
At first, the thrusts seemed to be in rhythm with her breath. Slow and steady. The low squelching sound as she repeatedly pushed in was divine to her ears. Every time Storm’s tip twitched, she would bite down softly on Mona’s ear, sending a jolt of electricity straight to her heart. By now, Mona couldn’t control herself. She’d drooled on the carpet, and it took all she had not to collapse under the pleasure.
Soon, though, Storm jammed her cock as far as it would go, then nearly pulled out again. With such dexterity and precision, Mona just couldn’t comprehend how she could be feeling so good. With a last thrust and a hefty grunt, Storm shot jets of cum into her, quickly filling her past the brim and spilling onto the floor. Mona couldn’t help but let out a loud moan as her body convulsed under her orgasm. Storm slowly pulled out, a low schlick sound signalling when she was fully out.
“M-Mona?” Storm’s voice was breathless, and Mona wasn’t much better. She’d regained control of her hooves, but she still had a bit of trouble getting to them. She wiped her mouth, then took a deep breath. “Are you alright? I didn’t hurt you, did I?” She turned back with a pouty glare.
“I’m fine… I think,” she said, pressing a hoof over her stomach. It was insane how empty it felt when she wasn’t getting filled up. Even then, she could still feel the cum dripping from her and onto the floor. Storm laid down on her back, her fatigue showing obviously on her face. “What are you doing?”
“W-What?” asked Storm, her confusion apparent on her face. She was even more confused when Mona dropped on top of her, placing a kiss right on her lips. Her cheeks turned crimson, and more importantly to Mona, her cock got hard.
“Yout told your dad to come get you when dinner’s ready,” she said, a mischievous grin forming on her face. “That means you gotta have a few more rounds in you.” Storm looked up at her for a moment before she smiled timidly.
“I-If you’ll have me…”
The two were off on the races. They had seemingly tossed away any sense of where they were, and just went at it. This would’ve been fine for another time, but while preparing dinner, being in the kitchen is a must. And sadly, a stew boiling in a pot doesn’t mask the sounds of explosive sex that well.
Bummer.
Author's Note
After-Sex Smoke (https://www.fimfiction.net/blog/866000/the-after-sex-smoke-5-mona-squiggles)