Walking on insecure, shaky legs, I stumbled into the bathroom, almost tripping over the ledge of the shower tub as I slipped inside.
My entire body was thoroughly drenched in all sorts of fluids, and I could feel myself dripping even before I had turned up the shower.
I briefly shook my head to clear my thoughts, noticing how my vision was swimming ever so slightly with the movement. My hand almost blindly reached for the faucet, and after a bit of fidgeting I was rewarded with the soothing sound of flowing, cold water as it rained down on me from above, seeming to breathe new life into me with every drop that hit me.
With a deep sigh of relief, I threw my head back, letting the cold water pour into my face and wash off all the stain and… other residues that could be found on my body. Even now I couldn't help but to notice…
Holding still momentarily, taking in a long breath.
Her scent; her… musk was still all around me. Given the fact that she had ridden my face like a kiddy ride not even ten minutes ago, this was of course little surprising, but still…
I paused for another moment, taking in her scent.
She had a fairly bold, characteristic scent to her; no doubt more masculine than that of other mares, but nevertheless still unmistakable in its own right.
But I quickly shook my head, clearing my thoughts. While I no doubt enjoyed standing here and letting the events of the past minutes run past my mind’s eye again, I also knew that time was… a limited resource.
After Icepick had gotten off me and had so kindly offered to return the favor, I had no doubt been tempted to just jump straight into it. However, keeping in mind the steadily rising temperature around us, as well as the fact that I was already feeling a bit dizzy -not least because of her almost suffocating me-, I had suggested that I’d take a shower first. Looking at the puddle of juices on my chest, as well as the literal swamp she had turned the bed sheets into, she had little room to argue.
Thus, I had ditched my soaked boxers -which, considering my not to be underestimated erection, were of little to no use anyway- and slipped into the bathroom, promising that I’ll be back shortly.
Icepick, still lying on her side and slowly recovering, hadn’t seemed too upset about the quick chance to catch her breath.
And indeed, I could feel the haziness the… session with Icepick had left me in being washed away as I stood under the cold downpour. My erection was slowly dying down under the cold water, but the thoughts of what was going to happen the moment I stepped out of the bathroom door managed to keep me at the edge of my seat quite sufficiently.
She did talk about returning the favor, and if those bedroom eyes were anything to go by…
I could feel a big, goofy grin form on my face as I pictured that… bombshell of a body in front of me. From… past experiences I knew that she had quite the skilled -and muscular- tongue, so that was no doubt an option. Although…
My mind went back to when I had wrapped my hands around that plot of hers, picturing the feeling of my hands digging into that soft, yet firm flesh of hers and…
I could feel my legs going weak, sinking back against the wall of the shower stall. From the pressure between my legs I could tell that my erection was back - probably here to stay.
I gave a low groan, letting my head hang low as I wrapped a hand around my member, half-tempted to take care of things in here so that I could-
“Taking your sweet time, huh?”
I startled, flinching as I heard the door to the bathroom being pushed open, accompanied by a gust of warm air hitting my exposed back. I spun around, just in time to see a fairly peeved looking Icepick standing in the door and shooting me a half-serious frown.
“C-can you fucking…” I sputtered out, instinctively lowering my two hands to cover myself up, “Ever heard of knocking!?”
“Ever heard of not hogging the shower for all eternity?” Icepick countered almost without hesitation, as she stepped through the door and into the bathroom, closing it behind herself. Not wasting a second, the sweaty mare passed through the small bathroom and towards the shower stall with determination in her steps, her hooves making clacking sounds on the tiles.
“What are you doing!?” I asked, feeling my heart pick up the pace as she placed a hoof on the sliding door to the shower stall, and pushed it open.
“Joining you, duh.” she declared matter-of-factly, “Since you can’t get going.” she shook her head, shaking her damp mane out of her face. “Now c’mon, scoot aside.”
Without a second of hesitation, the still quite sizeable mare not stepped, but squeezed herself into the shower stall next to me. Space, being a somewhat limited resource to begin with, was now nearly gone, and I had to almost press myself against the tiled wall to make room for her large form.
I opened my mouth to say something, but the touch of her body against mine was enough to silence me, memories of earlier flooding my mind once again, and leading me to pull my head in, a silly grin spreading over my face.
It occurred to me only now that I was still standing with my back facing her, meaning that she probably hadn’t noticed my still very much present erection now barely concealed by my two hands.
It… wasn’t like I was ashamed of it. Given what we had done just a few minutes ago, god knows I didn’t have any right or reason to be, but…
Still… I couldn't help but to feel a little caught.
Icepick, if she minded at all, didn’t let it show.
“Aaaah.” the earth pony mare let out a sigh of relief as she raised her head towards the shower head, water splashing into her face and soaking her already dampened mane and fur even further. “That’s better.” she spoke, relief evident in her voice as her ear twitched from the impact of the water.
Her tail swished from side to side, and I couldn't help but to catch myself admiring her body as she stood in the downpour of the shower. Now, with water running down her sides and back and her fur sticking to her body like a wet coat, I could swear her ample curves were all the more noticeable, and already I could feel my gaze linger on her cutie mark, remembering all too well the toned flesh that lay beneath it.
The mare in question let out a soft groan as she arose to her hind legs, her strong thighs lifting up her weight like it was nothing, and held her head directly into the stream of the shower, washing off her face.
A few moments of silence, then she sunk back to her four legs. Briefly, she shook the excessive water from her face, then let her head sink, giving a long, relaxed sigh.
“Alright…” she spoke up after a moment, raising her head to focus me, “You ready?”
I merely cocked an eyebrow at her. “... for what?”
Icepick rolled her eyes, her mane still sticking to her forehead. “Don’t play stupid,” she said in a half-serious tone. She fixated me with those cute blue eyes of hers, and her look went into full bedroom-mode as she smirked. “You gotta finish what you’ve started.”
I could feel my heart -as well as something else- flutter at the thought of finishing what we had started earlier, and with a broad grin on my face was already well on my way to pushing the shower stall door open, when I was stopped by a gray hoof placed gently but firmly on my chest.
“Nu-uh.” Icepick said, that… predatory glimmer back in her eyes. It still amazed me how easily she could reach my chest with her hooves. Hell, her head was easily at chest height for me. “We’re gonna stay right here.”
I swallowed briefly; the thought of doing it in here seemed thrilling, albeit a reckless. I’d heard stories about the slipping hazards in shower stalls.
However, before I had time to voice any concerns, Icepick had already done what she did best, and taken the initiative. Without so much as a moment of hesitation she turned to the side and towards me. The limited dimensions of the shower stall were quickly making themselves noticeable, as a low squeak could be heard as her butt made contact with the plastic of its outer wall. The stall was no doubt big enough to hold two human adults, but a pony? A pony of her size, not to mention? It was certainly at capacity.
Not that Icepick seemed to care too much. Positioning herself so she was facing me, her deep blue eyes remained focused on mine for just a moment, before her look went down to where my hands were still covering up my crotch. A cutting glance of her was enough, and I let my hands drop to my sides, feeling a tingle of excitement as my erection sprung free, and my member, still at full mast, almost booped her in the muzzle.
“Nice~” she commented with a sly grin. I was about to ask if it wasn’t a bit too tight for the two of us in here, but before I could so much as open my mouth, my breath was taken away by the sensation of two lips touching the tip of my dick, then slowly parting and taking it in.
“Uuuh…” I couldn't contain a groan as she swallowed my length inch by inch. Water was pattering on her back, but her eyes remained focused on me, a look of confidence in them. Confidence and… teasing.
I swear I could feel her smirk even with me in her mouth as she looked up at me. Slowly, gradually, she pushed her head forward until her lips touched the base of my dick. I couldn't deny, there was something fascinating about how easily she took it all in. Granted, I wasn’t necessarily hung like a literal stallion, and she was a big mare, but… still…
Icepick kept the eye contact as she just as slowly pulled her head back, my member gradually sliding out of her soft mouth until only the tip remained. She opened her mouth, a coy grin on her face as she looked up at me again. “Think you can handle it?” she asked teasingly.
I gasped softly, the sensation of her velvety mouth around my member still something I would struggle getting used to - insofar that I would struggle not to just cum straight away the second she-
“Aaah!” I couldn't hold back a gasp as Icepick, without any warning, started another assault on my member, this time quickly closing her mouth around it and pushing forward, utilizing her-
I gasped again.
Her tongue. It felt… rougher than the rest of her mouth, yet still smooth enough to be pleasant as she dragged it along the underside of my member, moving it in sync with her muzzle as she slowly bobbed her head back and forth, the sensation of her soft lip, and her raw tongue wrapping itself around my dick with more force than I could have ever expected too much to handle.
“Ffffuck!” I couldn't contain the cuss, the pressure in my nethers seeming to rise with every little movement Icepick made.
That caused the mare to stop. For just a second, she was holding completely still. Her eyes met mine, and I could see it. I could see that look in her eyes. That desiring, that predatory stare. She had me right where she wanted me. And she knew it.
And it seemed like me knowing that she knew it was all she needed. With a determination that’d make an olympic champion jealous, she went to town again, her muscular tongue once again wrapping itself around my shaft and squeezing down on it, while her mouth closed itself around both of them.
I gasped, closing my eyes and feeling my knees go weak. By instinct, if nothing else, I felt my hands come forth, and rest themselves on her head as she rhythmically bounced back and forth. If it bothered her, she didn’t let it show. Hell, if I didn’t know better I’d say the only thing on her mind was driving me to my peak.
That… turned me on more than it had any right to.
And really, given the circumstances, it was all I needed to get that final push over the edge. Biting my lip, my fingers pressing into Icepick’s soaked mane… I came.
A first strand of jizz exploded from my tip, and landed square on Icepick’s tongue. I could hear her moan, the feeling of her jaw vibrating against my member only making me shake harder as my dick twitched again, ready to fire another load. This time, however, Icepick pulled her head back abruptly. The faltering grip of my hands on her head wasn’t enough to stop her (not that I’d wanted to, anyway), and so she pulled her head back just in time for me to shiver, and another strand of baby batter landed square on her muzzle, drawing a thin white line from her nose right up to her forehead.
I could see her smile back at me; an affirming, encouraging grin.
I spasmed again, giving a low groan. A third burst, this one went above her forehead and into her mane. A fourth and fifth followed, both landing pretty much square on her muzzle.
She opened her mouth, sticking out her tongue, and softly touching my tip - a sixth and last burst landed on it, then I could feel my orgasm finally die down, and myself sink back against the wall, feeling like any and all power had been drained from my body.
For a few serene moments, all that could be heard was the sound of the shower pattering against our both bodies, and of the two of us slowly catching our breaths. I closed my eyes, feeling just about ready to pass out from the turbulent morning that lay behind us. Icepick swallowed audibly, and I looked down at her.
Well, I didn’t have to look that far. Her head was easily at chest height for me, and thinking about it, her hips were just about at perfect height for-
But I cut myself off, shaking my head. Was I really thinking these thoughts again?
However, it seemed I wasn’t the only one. Icepick was looking back up at me, strands of my baby batter still visible on her wet fur. It was… kinda hot.
However, there was something in her eyes. This… primal hunger I had seen just earlier.
I swallowed.
She… wasn’t done yet, was she?
“Stand over there.”
The response wasn’t long in coming. Her voice sounded a bit hoarse, but by no means lacking determination.
I forced out a soft chuckle, “You know what? I’m feeling pretty exhausted with this heat, so why don’t we-”
“Did I ask for your opinion?”
I faltered. That look she was giving me. That wasn’t the look of somebody who was about to have slow, passionate shower sex. That was the look of a predator.
A faint sensation of weightlessness was starting to make itself noticeable in my chest as she stared me down.
“I… I don’t really think-”
“Now.”
I swallowed again. This wasn’t the voice of somebody who would take no for an answer.
Thus, I hesitantly obeyed, shimmying along the bathroom wall until I was standing at the far end of the rectangular-shaped space. Behind me was the sliding door, still sealed shut and keeping the temperature within the stall at a quite bearable 65 degrees.
Briefly, I wanted to ask what Icepick had in mind (as if that wasn’t obvious) but fell silent as I saw the mare turn around. Once again, she had to make herself small as her butt rubbed against the glass pane to my right, before she came to a halt - with her rear facing me.
I could feel my throat getting tighter at the sight that presented itself to me - her butt looked even more magnificent from above. Not to mention…
My eyes lingered on her tail that was still conveniently covering her up - at least until…
“Do it.” was all Icepick said as she swished her tail to the side, and my breath caught in my throat as I was once again greeted with the sight of that dark gray pussy I had given plenty of attention to earlier. She seemed to have recovered quite nicely, her marehood glistening with what I believed was more than just water, and looking… inviting to say the least.
“You waiting for an invitation or something!?” Icepick inquired from the other side, annoyance now more than evident in her voice - she was getting impatient. “Do it. Now.”
I bit my lip. Who in their right mind could say no to this? Really, normally she wouldn’t have to tell me twice, but right now…
A frown formed on my face as I looked down at myself - as was to be expected, my member was idly hanging down, flaccid as it could get; the chilly temperatures, refreshing as they were, didn’t really help either.
“W-well, I…”
“Did I fucking stutter?” Icepick snarled, and seeming to be fed up with waiting, she acted. And boy, how she acted.
The door creaked as I was pressed against it, forced back by eighty kilograms worth of mare slamming into me ass-first, and more or less holding me up against the thin plastic construct.
“H-hey!” I barely managed to gasp as she backed into me, and trying to brace myself had thrown my two hands forward for support. Said support had come in the shape of two toned flanks with an exploding rock for a cutie mark - my hands made a juicy slap sound as they found purchase on her soaked fur.
Icepick merely panted silently; I could feel her pussy twitch against my crotch. Our pelvises were almost on the same height -for once, it paid off being shorter than average!-, meaning that my hips were now engulfed by two supple gray cheeks, while my member was resting against her glistening anus.
And as fate willed, that was all it took to awake junior from his sleep, and get him back up and operational. I felt a light sting in my member as it grew back to full mast within a few seconds, but looking at the bigger picture… really, I would get over it.
A second time, I could feel her nethers twitch, just in time for my dick to twitch upward and against her entrance.
“What are you waiting for!?” Icepick asked, impatience dominating her voice, “Put it in! Rut me!”
That was all the motivation I needed. I didn’t know what kind of primal switch had been flicked within my head, but suddenly, without really thinking about it, my right hand had found its way from the mare’s flank towards my dick. I crouched down a bit -quite a challenge, since Icepick seemed to still refuse to ease off me- and aligned my member with her readily waiting pussy. I’d gotten a bit of a feel for it through… previous experiences, so it was fairly easy for me to find the proper angle and-
“Uuuh…” I groaned, my head falling back against the door.
“Yesss…” Icepick hissed as I finally slid into her. I could swear I could feel her pulling me in.
Once again, I could feel my legs going weak, my body clearly not prepared for a second round within such a short timespan. But I pulled myself together. I would pull through. Besides, it seemed my partner was preoccupied with… other things.
“Oooh fuck.” Icepick groaned, her voice unexpectedly quiet, yes almost timid as she slowly pulled away from me, just enough for my member to almost slide out of her, then slammed herself back against me, her buttcheeks slamming against my pelvis with a soft plap.
I was going to argue that the door probably wasn’t made for this kind of force, but… frankly, I had other things on my mind. Namely, that there was a cute, big, attractive mare currently slamming herself against me, seeming quite desperate for relief.
And really, the least I could do was not stand around stiffly like a board.
It took a few moments for my mind to internalize just that, but when the penny finally dropped, I could feel a euphoric grin form on my face, and my body finally spring into action. Without further hesitation my hands came forth, getting a hold of her hips again, this time holding on for purchase, my fingers digging into the soft flesh of her flanks as my hips bucked forward, just as she was pushing back - our hips collided with a plap.
I could feel Icepick pause for a second, the mare giving a brief snicker.
“Now you’re learning.” she said mischievously, then moved forward again. Getting the hint, I pulled back by a few inches, then bucked my hips forward again in sync with her. Another plap resounded off the bathroom walls, and my partner gave a pleased groan.
A third time, our hips parted, only to slam into each other again. Despite everything I could feel myself break a sweat again, my heart rate speeding up as Icepick’s movements became more, shall we say, intense. At first it’d just been an inch or so, now she was taking an entire step away from me, before backing into me again. The impact almost knocked the air out of me, and I was sure I’d have a few bruises by tomorrow.
But frankly, I didn’t care. The feeling of her body against mine; of her hips in my hands, and most importantly, of my manhood in her… it almost drove me over the edge right there and then.
Icepick’s breathing was getting heavier, the mare panting as she stood still for a moment, her butt still pressed against me, pinning me against the door.
“Are you close?” I asked her, barely able to speak over my own excitement.
She nodded silently, her eyes closed, head hanging low.
“Do you want me to-”
“No…” she weakly gasped, “No, let me just…” she bit her lip, and I could feel her press into me a bit more. “This… this feels pretty fucking good.”
Despite everything, I could feel myself blush a bit at that. The grip of my hands on her hips loosened, and I gave her cutie mark a gentle stroke with my hand. “It does.” I affirmed truthfully, “It really doooooah~”
I was cut off mid-sentence, an all new wave of pleasure overwhelming me as Icepick ground her hips to the left, then to the right. The feeling of my member moving inside her; of her butt brushing against my pelvis… it was almost too much to handle.
“A-ah!” I gasped, my hands once again clutching onto her hips, “I… I’m gonna…!”
“Wait.” she said briefly, lifting her head and focusing me over her shoulder. “Let’s…” she swallowed, “Let’s do it together. At the same time.”
My heart fluttered lightly, and I gave a brief nod. “Sure.”
“Let me…” she said in a low tone, “Let me just…”
She inched forward again, and I felt myself sliding out of her almost entirely. Then…
I could barely contain a gasp as she once again slammed herself into me. The door creaked behind us, but both of us were too swept up in pleasure to notice any of it, the sensation almost driving me insane. A second time, the gray mare took a step forward, only to slam that WMD of a butt into me - she moaned, loudly.
Icepick’s legs were trembling against mine - she was close; she was very close, no doubt about that. Our hips separated again, and she leaned forward.
This would be it. I couldn't take anymore, and neither could she. I tightened my grip on her flanks, preparing to unleash what I hadn’t even thought myself capable of just a few minutes ago. Such was the effect of a pony on a man, it seemed.
Icepick drew in a deep breath, and I could feel her body tense up in my hands, then…
The impact was more than I had expected. Really, the momentum eighty kilograms could create should not be underestimated. I felt my member filling her out entirely, my body thrown back against the door with an ungodly force.
Then there was a groan.
Then there was a crack.
Then I was falling.
Then I landed on the thankfully thick bathroom carpet.
Then one and a half centers’ worth of mare slammed into me, landing atop me.
For a few moments, time seemed to stand still, only the sounds of the still running shower filling out the room.
Then I felt Icepick slowly push herself up. I was still inside her, so she merely sat up on my lap, and turned to face me, panting. “You alright?”
Feeling a strange sense of shock, ache -falling onto the mat didn’t hurt per se, but I still felt it- and utter euphoria- I merely nodded. I was alright. A little disoriented, but… alright.
My gaze briefly fell back onto the shower cabin, where the sliding door was now hanging to the side in an unnatural 45-degree angle.
Despite everything, I could hear myself laugh. At least I could cross ‘breaking a door during sex’ off my bucket list.
Ah well, no harm done. At least we could-
“Good.” Icepick said, and lo and behold, that mischievous grin was back on her face again. “Cause…” she pushed herself into an upright position, “I wasn’t done yet.”
That caused me to do a double take. I mean, I wasn’t done either, but…
I opened my mouth to point out that there probably were more important things to take care of, but Icepick, seeming to have foreseen just that, firmly placed a hoof on my mouth, silencing me quite effectively, then shaking her head.
“Just…” she said softly, and I felt her body tense up against mine, her hooves digging into the carpet beneath us as she lifted herself up. “Let me…” I could feel her slip out of me momentarily, before she let herself drop back down again.
“Uuuh.” she groaned, and I couldn't help but to agree with her. That felt… amazing.
Her legs slid down my sides, the mare straddling me, placing her both front hooves on my chest. She arched her back, pressing her hips down onto mine, then lowered her head.
Our eyes met, and for a brief moment the world around us seemed to come to a standstill. I didn’t know what came over me, but suddenly I found myself reaching upward, and our lips met for a brief, blissful moment. It was over in a heartbeat, but for this short moment, I could feel her lean into me, giving into the kiss like a true lover, and enjoy it for all she was worth.
However, like all good things, this moment had to come to an end. I pulled back. The smile of bliss on her face melted, and made way for a toothy grin, filled with determination, and conveying only a single message.
“Let’s finish this.”
Who was I to say no?
And really, my look of approval was all she needed to let loose. And boy, let loose she did.
Without a second of hesitation, she pushed herself up again. The pressure on my chest was noticeable, but nothing I couldn't endure after the previous events. Instead, my attention was focused on the heavenly sensation of her marehood fully embracing my length, as I slowly slid out of her, only for her to fall back onto me.
Her thrusts were more determined now; perhaps not as rough as previously, but all the more targeted. She was going in for the kill.
And who was I to deny her sweet relief? Not to mention that I was getting quite pent up as well.
She pushed herself off of me again. Without the shower to cool us down, I could feel the heat radiating off her, adding up with my own body heat, leading me to break a sweat again.
But I didn’t care. I wanted this. She wanted this. There was nothing holding us back now.
I bucked my hips up, just as she let herself sink again, gaining an almost simultaneous moan from both of us. It didn’t take long for us to get back into the same rhythm we’d had in the shower before, our bodies soon moving in a nearly perfect sync as she bounced on top of me. I swear I could hear the sound of those foal-bearing hips of her slap against my pelvis as she impaled herself on me.
My hands came to rest on her shoulders, pulling her closer towards me whenever our bodies collided. The bucking of my hips became more and more intense, the two of us moving in harmony as we inched closer to an orgasm with every inch we moved. Sweat was running down my forehead, and I could feel her fur getting moist even after we had exited the shower.
But neither of us cared. In this moment, our bodies seemed to become one; melt into each other for just a moment. I groaned, looking up at her, and our eyes met once again. Her face was beginning to turn red; she was biting down on her lip, panting heavily.
“I…” I gasped, “I’m…”
“Yeah…” she panted back. For just a split second she stopped, hovering her body above mine, before finally slamming down on me hard enough to have me worried about a broken pelvis. The moan that broke loose from her, together with the shower of juices that now poured over my hips was enough to drive me over the edge as well, and with clenched teeth and a barely restrained moan, I bucked my hips upward… and came.
It hit me like a sledgehammer. A wave of euphoria overcame me as I felt her tunnel clench around my member; I could feel it twitch, my hips bucking upward as I peaked, shooting strand after strand of baby batter, and gradually painting her insides white.
A second wave hit the mare atop me, and I could feel her forelegs give in, the mare toppling over and falling forward, landing square on my chest.
I didn’t mind. I didn’t care. I wrapped my arms around her, bucking my hips upward again as I felt myself peak once more, enjoying the warmth that seemed to connect us. She muttered something into my ear, but I couldn't quite make out what it was. With her laying atop me, I had my hands full keeping track of things.
Another hilt, then, finally, I could feel our both orgasms die down, almost as simultaneously as they had occurred.
For the second time that day, I could feel the mare lying on top of me go limp like a sack of spuds, and quite literally melt into me.
Tentatively, I led a hand up to her head, and without really thinking about what I was doing, ran in through her mane. It felt… calming, if nothing else. Despite being wet, her mane was still quite soft to the touch, and pleasant to feel. If she minded at all she didn’t let it show, although part of me liked to believe she enjoyed it as much as I did.
We lay there on the ground. I don’t know how long. It took us a while to recover, I knew that much. We might have just as well passed out - believe it or not, going at it like animals in this heat did take a toll on your body.
Eventually, however, I could feel the heaving of my partner’s chest on mine become slower, and more steady. Her weight shifted, and she rolled herself off me, dropping on the carpet next to me like the limp bag of pony she was.
For a long moment, we just lay next to each other, looking into each other’s eyes. We both knew what would come now - we had to turn off the still running shower, we had to throw the carpet, which was slowly absorbing our both sweat and other juices, into the laundry, we still had to change the bed sheets from earlier this morning, we had to fix the shower door…
Yes, we had a lot of things to take care of today.
But for now, we could drag this moment out just a little longer, and just enjoy each other’s proximity, without thinking about responsibilities.
Yes, right now, none of this mattered.
Because right now, it was just the two of us.
Together.
Author's Note
DISCLAIMER: No shower stall doors were harmed in the making of this story.
