It was late morning when I woke up from a deep sleep. Sun was shining in my face, and temperatures were already in the high 20s as I slowly stirred, giving a soft groan as I moved my sweaty limbs.
I really wasn’t a big fan of summer.
Briefly, I could feel my eyes flutter open, taking in the sight of my bedroom. Sunlight was pouring through a window next to my bed, leading me to quickly slam my eyes shut again. Within a few seconds, my mind ran a quick reality check - I was in my bed; it was… Saturday morning. June, if I wasn’t mistaken.
I felt my chest heave with a long breath.
No reason to be up yet. Sleep was the preferable alternative.
Thus, I allowed my eyes to drift shut again, already feeling myself enter dreamland again, until I was crudely awoken by something bumping against my side.
I cracked an eye open, my vision fighting against the bright light. I saw four gray legs standing by my side. Briefly, I found myself wondering when I’d gotten a dog, until-
“Hey.” a female voice came to my ears, leading me to take in a long breath and open my second eye as well. “You awake?”
I groaned audibly. Standing on my bed next to me was Icepick; my… friend? Partner? Cohabitant? I never seemed to be able to tell.
Either way, she was standing on my mattress, her hooves sinking into the soft surface and making me drift towards the small pit her hooves created.
“Hey,” the not-so-little pony spoke up again, poking my side with her muzzle, “You there?”
“Uuurgh.” I briefly but expressively declared my disapproval about being awoken at this time of the day.
Sadly for me, it seemed Icepick was all out of fucks to give.
“Hey, c’mon.” she said, her voice leading me to wince. “How can you even sleep in this heat?”
She did raise a fair point. After the airconditioner had gone kaput a few days ago, just in time for a major heatwave to strike, my (our?) place had since turned into a live-action sauna. Even now, dressed in nothing but my boxers, I could feel beads of sweat on my forehead. Even Icepick, who was, in lack of a better term, naked (I mean why would she wear clothes?), seemed to be feeling the effects of this infernal heat. Through my blurry vision I could see that her straw-colored mane was clinging to the side of her head, and her light gray coat was glistening with sweat ever so slightly.
“Hey, are you listening to me!?” Icepick inquired again, this time using one of her hooves to give me a not-so-gentle poke into the side.
“What!?” I snarled at her, my tired eyes meeting hers for an early morning stare-off.
“C’mon, get up!” she commanded me in a half-cheerful, half-stern tone.
“Why!?” I countered, my voice betraying a certain frustration.
“Because it’s too fucking hot and I can’t sleep!” Icepick whined, shaking her head as if to prove her point and making her wet yellow mane swing along.
“...So!?” I shot back, getting increasingly aggravated.
“So…” she countered swiftly, leaning forward to face me, “I’m bored!”
I gave a brief sigh, wiping the sweat off my forehead, and sat up in my bed. Shaking my head, I faced her - I actually had to look up to meet her gaze.
Looking at her with tired eyes, I gave a long sigh, then shook my head. “Do I look like I give-”
“Oooh you will~” I could feel myself falter as suddenly there was a change in my friend’s demeanor. While she had appeared carefree and playful -albeit a little frustrated- until now, now the look she gave me just felt… predatory.
“What are you-”
But I didn’t have time to finish that sentence. Before I knew what was happening, I was pushed back into a horizontal position by a gray hoof placed firmly on my chest. Caught off-guard, I missed the chance to stem myself against it, and was now being pushed into the mattress by her, the mare looming over me with the faintest of smirks on her face.
“Hey!” I snarled, “Stop th-”
“Nope.” Icepick cut me off mid-sentence, and I could quite literally feel the air knocked out of my lungs as she let herself not sink, but drop onto me, making me gasp for air for a second.
“Motherfucker you’re heavy.” I gasped under my breath, trying to braise myself against the fully-grown mare lying atop me. But it was no use. Standing at well above one meter, and being quite solidly built, she was easily as heavy as me, if not even heavier. I had tried carrying her once at the end of a drunken night - I was lucky I didn’t need surgery, as my chiropractor had affirmed me.
All the more, I found myself unable to move under her, quite literally pinned down under 80 solid kilograms of mare.
Mother of god I could feel the heat just radiate off her body.
“Hey!” she snarled, having heard my previous remark.
“What, it’s true.” I half-spoke, half-gasped back at her.
“Still, that’s no way to talk to a lady!” she pouted, shaking her head.
I gasped briefly, trying not to pass out from the additional weight on my chest, not to mention this infernal heat. She was like a heating blanket. A soft, fuzzy, heavy heating blanket.
“You’re not really a lady though.” I pointed out in my head, but made sure to keep my mouth shut - it’d be foolish to argue with someone who could probably crush your skull between her thighs. Especially when she was lying on top of you.
Instead, I opted for the wiser, more reasonable response and muttered a soft “I’m sorry.”
Icepick looked down at me for a moment with those lovely blue eyes of hers, her both hooves resting to either side of my head, the mare herself completely stretched out and taking up the better half of my bed.
Then, she gave an exasperated sigh and let her head drop, resting it against mine. I could hear her soft breathing against my ear, her damp mane against the side of my head.
“Whatever.” she groaned, her ear giving a twitch. “It’s too damn hot for this stuff.”
“True.” I agreed softly, letting my head drop back against the mattress. Rationally speaking, her lying on me like this only made things worse in the temperature-department, but at the same time…
I sighed softly, wiggling myself a bit deeper into the mattress.
It… did feel pretty nice being close to her like that. For all the shit we gave each other on a daily basis, I did appreciate having her around, and something told me she felt at least remotely the same.
“Hey…” my thoughts were interrupted by Icepick speaking up again, her voice soft and a little hoarse. “Would you mind… scratching my back?”
I cocked an eyebrow at her - something she must have noticed, even without seeing my face. “It’s itchy, alright? You have your way with those hands.”
With that, she slumped over me again, seeming too exhausted to try and convince me.
Luckily for her, I really didn’t mind lending her a hand - literally in this case. I knew all too well what it was like to have an itch you can’t scratch, and if that’s all it took to make her feel a bit better in this unbearable heat, I would be happy to deliver.
Wiggling my right arm free from underneath her -still easier said than done- I led it up her side and onto her back, softly scratching the area between her shoulder blades. My god she was packing some muscles up there. Apparently her considerable weight couldn't be blamed on body fat - not that I was surprised; she was in pretty good shape.
Either way, I could feel the mare lying atop me give a long, drawn-out sigh as my fingers did their work on her back, and I swear I felt her melt into me just a little more as I carefully dug into the fur under her shoulders.
I could hear her draw in a sharp breath, her body twitching softly - I was still topless, so every little motion she made I could effortlessly feel.
“Little lower.” she whispered softly, and I obeyed without hesitation, my hands now softly digging into the muscular flesh on her back.
I could hear her clench her teeth and draw in a sharp breath, and I could feel her face twist into a grin as she once again whispered “Little lower~”
Obeying her wish, my hands travelled even lower along her spine, edging closer and closer towards her cutie marks.
I could feel her hot breath against my neck.
“Lower~” she cooed into my ear, her voice carrying that very particular undercurrent. “I won’t bite~”
I bit my lip, feeling an all new wave of sweat break across my forehead. So… this is what she had been after? Why was I not surprised?
“C’mon~” Icepick cooed again, seeming to get impatient. I swallowed, taking in a deep breath -which was still quite hard with her weight pressing down on me- then gently ran my hands further south.
My fingers ran over her cutie mark, leaving a trail on her damp fur. The two of us were going to need a shower after this. Oh well…
Not wasting any time this time around, my hands quickly found their way to her flanks, my right hand cupping her left cheek and its sibling quickly coming forth and doing the same. Her flesh was still quite muscular even back here, but her butt had a layer of fat on it that was just big enough to get noticed, without interfering with her otherwise fit physique.
I bit my lip, feeling a faint sensation of weightlessness in my guts as my fingers dug into the soft flesh, giving her buttcheeks a gentle squeeze, and spreading her posterior ever so slightly. I felt her give a twitch above me, her breath catching in her throat momentarily before it went back to its calm rhythm.
“E-eager, aren’t we?” she asked teasingly, although she was unable to hide that tiny bit of surprise in her voice from the surprise grope.
I merely grinned in return. She was pretty cute when she was caught off-guard like that. I wondered if…
Again, I could feel the mare give a twitch, barely suppressing a shriek, as my right hand came forth, drawing a line from her supple butt over to the middle of her rear, where her tail was easily swished to the side, revealing an all too inviting pussy underneath.
Even without seeing it, I could feel the heat radiating off of it. Along with the moisture. She was soaked. And I dared believe that it wasn’t all sweat.
Slowly, gently, I raised my hand, bringing it all the way up to her dock, then slowly letting it travel downward, over her ponut, her wet marehood, all the way down to her cute little boobs.
But it was too hot to be messing around. I knew what she wanted, and while I most certainly enjoyed the proximity to her, I knew she wouldn’t let me off the hook until she had gotten what she desired.
Thus, I brought my hand back up again, letting it trace a circle around her marehood, before quickly yet gently letting it dive into the readily waiting folds.
“Uuuuh…” I could hear Icepick moan softly, the mare now putty in my hands. “There we go.” she cooed, satisfaction in her voice.
I slowly pulled my finger back out of her - it was very much soaked in her juices. However, knowing that, for a mare her size, this didn’t even constitute a warmup, I didn’t hesitate to add a second finger as I dove into her again, her marehood taking me in all too willingly. A third finger was added the third time around, and I could slowly feel her reach capacity, so to speak.
Icepick, meanwhile, seemed to be somewhere on the way to nirvana. Still lying atop me, her head pressed into the pillow, her butt raised ever so slightly, I could feel her breathing getting heavier.
“C-c’mon…” she half-whispered, half-groaned into my ear. “Don’t go easy.”
I merely smirked in return.
Again, my index, middle and ring finger dove into her, faster this time. She gasped, and I was sure I could feel her buck her hips ever so slightly - a motion that, sexy as it was, caused me to gasp as well, considering her still fairly sizeable weight.
I rubbed my fingers against each other, spreading her natural lubrication, and was just about to send them for another dive again, when she softly spoke up.
“W-wait.” she groaned softly, leading me to stop almost instantly. “I wanna…” I raised an eyebrow as I saw the mare push herself to her hooves, almost sinking into the mattress as she did so, and lift her hooves over my body.
“What are you-” I was about to ask, but felt my breath catch in my throat as I realized that she wasn’t getting off me, as much as she was turning around. Without any warning, she let herself drop -again, not sink, drop- onto me, forcing the air out of me.
“That’s better.” she declared happily, “Sorry, your breath against my ear was making me kinda squirmish.”
I merely nodded in silence. Partly because I was still struggling to catch my breath after she had just body-slammed me, partly because…
I looked up at those two muscular gray flanks now resting on my chest, her tail still lifted out of the way…
I felt like Morgan Freeman himself had just descended from the heavens, and shown me the way to paradise.
“What’s the holdup?” Icepick asked seductively, focusing me over her shoulder. “I didn’t say you could stop~” she said, and as if to prove her point, wiggled her butt ever so slightly, leading the perfect mixture of muscle and fat mass to jiggle softly.
“A-alright.” I gasped, still a bit caught off-guard by this unexpected change of positions. However, not wanting to waste any time, I tried to pull my hands free -they had again been caught underneath her when she had changed positions- but Icepick merely shook her head. “Uh-uh.” she teased, and I could feel her legs clench down on my body, straddling me. Now there was no way I could pull my arms free without trying to push her off - and that would be a major challenge in its own right.
Well, it was clear what she wanted - and who was I to say no?
Licking my lips, I craned my neck, bringing my face forth and pushing myself right between her muscular cheeks. Her pussy, still more than sufficiently lubricated from the finger-treatment earlier, welcomed me with all its glorious softness, and this time I could feel myself shudder as my lips made contact with hers, and I could feel the sheer heat beating against my face.
“Attaboy…” Icepick cooed softly - I could feel her body relax again, slumping over me.
Tentatively, I opened my mouth, my tongue slowly exploring her insides. Her leg twitched up momentarily, and I swore I could hear a whimper from her. Sweat was mixing with her juices, running down my throat and pooling on the bed next to me. We would have to change the sheets after this.
“A-aaah…” she gave an uncontained moan, and I could tell her breathing was getting heavier, her chest pressing into mine as our bodies melted into each other. I could swear my face was deep red from the sheer heat her body emitted as I ate her out, not holding back.
“J-just…” she gasped, getting increasingly worked up, “Just a little…”
My eyes widened as I felt her shift her weight, and her body slid back by an inch or so, her plot sliding towards me. My face was now more or less buried in toned pony flesh, my nose touching her anus, mouth digging into her.
I could feel her contort around my lips, indicating that she was getting close. As if to confirm that assumption, I could hear another moan break loose, her hips bucking slightly as she moaned “Yesss~”
Mere seconds later, she came.
Her tunnel clenched down on my mouth, powerful muscles almost forcing it shut. The mare gave an unearthly groan, her legs spasming and contorting around my head, only forcing my face deeper into her crotch. Split seconds later, not a drip but a torrent broke loose from her pussy, drenching my already soaked neck with marecum and sweat. Almost simultaneously, she bucked her hips backward, my head now completely disappearing in her crack, mouth engulfed by her warm insides.
I could hear the mare give another groan, gradually wiggling her hips from side to side as she rode out her orgasm, her tail flicking from side to side by what I suppose was instinct.
It took another moment or two, Icepick steadily grinding herself into my face, until it occurred to me that I couldn't breathe, my lungs running low on oxygen all too quickly.
Panic quickly swept aside any pleasure I might have felt, as I realized that my hands, too, were incapacitated by the quivering pile of mare lying atop me. I wiggled from side to side, unable to speak as my mouth was still filled with mare-meat.
Thankfully, it seemed my oral attack had weakened the normally so strong mare enough, as it wasn’t long until she dropped away to the side, her limp, slick body sliding off my face and allowing me to gasp, filling my lungs with the much-needed oxygen.
For a few moments, the two of us just lay there, her breathing heavily from what seemed like quite the intense orgasm, and me slowly catching my breath.
Eventually, I could hear her breathing calm down. “T-that was good…” she half-spoke, half gasped. I could feel the weight on the mattress shift as the sizeable mare pushed herself up just enough to allow her to turn around and face me.
I couldn't deny it; she was looking pretty cute like this; blushing lightly, and with her damp mane still stuck to her head.
She settled down next to me, lying down and stretching herself out, with only one leg idly resting on my wet chest.
Another moment of serene silence, in which I could only hear her breathe softly next to me, then I felt myself prick up as I noticed her soaked hoof slide over my chest and wander downward, where an undoubtedly noticeable tent was visible in my boxers. She most certainly had felt that earlier.
“Now…” she spoke up slowly, seductively. Her eyes went half-lidded as our gazes met, and I looked back into her lovely blue eyes, feeling how everything aside from the two of us seemed to melt away, and she brought herself closer to me, planting a quick peck on my lips.
“Why don’t I return the favor?”
