Author's Note

So I realized this morning that I got drunk and wrote something terrible cause I saw a neat picture. And then I published it.

Obviously, the only correct thing to do was to continue drinking today.

Pounded Down

Rainbow yelped out, the smaller mare jumping in the air as the hot air blew across the back of her neck. Her back impacted Soarin’s muzzle, the contact earning a shiver down her spine. Her multicolored tail flicked up as her breath caught in her muzzle.

Hastening her steps, lest they get caught by one of their overeager teammates, Fire Streak probably, Dash quickly trotted the rest of the way into the filly’s changing room, the clops of her hooves echoing on the tile below her.

No sooner had she slipped between the rows of lockers did she hear the heavier clopping of Soarin’s own hooves, the large stallion knickering audibly behind her, nipping at her flank.

Though she had initiated it, Dash couldn’t help but pin her ears back against her head, her own instincts making themselves heard loudly through the calamity of hormones coursing through her body. Letting out a whinny of her own as she felt his teeth pinch just behind her cutie mark, Dash contented herself to stop between the lockers, right in front of her own.

As she planted her hooves, she instantly felt the warm pressure of a stallion’s muzzle pressing against her flank, her sweaty fur easily imprinting her own musky sweat into his muzzle fur, just as he had done to her. The sound of a hissing breath gave away his inhale, and Dash couldn’t help but take a shuddering gasp of her own.

She had finally gotten through to him...and sweet Celestia was it turning her on! She could feel her tail twitch upwards as he pushed his nose under her dock. Biting her lip, she could feel his warmth so far down her body. Right between her legs. “Haaa-aaaah…” she moaned out unintentionally.

The heat of his body, his forceful probing, it was exactly what she was hoping he would do. True, it took a bit more coaxing, but he certainly didn’t disappoint.

“E-enjoying yourself back there, buddy?”

No response. Instead, Dash felt her dripping sex abandoned, as the large warm mass of stallion behind her snorted against her sex, and moved further up her body. She leaned to the side, leaning against him as he pushed forwards easily, seemingly not feeling her laying on him at all.

He was so hot! In a purely physical sense, Dash just couldn’t get over how warm the stallion was standing behind her, rubbing against her sweaty body. Feeling his slightly coarse fur mesh with hers, the mare let out a shuddering breath.

Eyes closed, Dash leaned into the stallion, feeling his radiative head and potent musk wash over her. Neither of them were particularly clean, and she would be silly to think that she didn’t smell just as much, if not more, as he did. However, her own muzzle only had eyes for him, as it were.

Inhaling deeply, she turned to the side, resting her cheek against his chest, nuzzling into his fur. A sharp pain to the back of her neck jolted her from her musings, though, and another sharp puff of breath against the back of her neck, followed by the insistent pawing of a stallion teased too long informed her that the two of them were about to take things further.

The heavy hooves of the able-bodied stallion stepped over her back, pressing down against her back and forcing Dash to brace her hooves against the smooth tile floor beneath her. The warm, firm press of his hoof quickly slid across her back, sliding his chest easily onto the space between her wings.

The soft velvety fur of her sensitive skin, just between where feathers began to cover her wingspan tickled against his chestfloof, and his tall frame just barely cleared the ground. Pressure unintentionally applied still pushed her down, Dash feeling his chest relaxing on top of her.

She felt a thrilling rush run through her body. She was where she belonged. A mare, about to be claimed by a stallion. As independent and strong as she was, she was not immune to the call of biology. The incessant demanding need that defined her very species, demanding certain acts by those of her sex. She needed to breed.

Rarity could have her fancy flowery language. Dash never really understood it anyways. All the pinned mare was feeling now was the pressure of a stallion on her back, the smell of his mark surrounding her head, and the ever-growing burn in the area she could never quite scratch between her legs.

“M-moooOOOAR! Oh, Soarin!” she whined out, her rear leg lifting, and her tail flicking, instinctively trying to flick her scent into the air to encourage a stallion to mate with her. Not that Soarin needed any more encouragement.

As her lower lips began to rhythmically part with the pulsing thrusts of her equine love bead, the slick lubrication of her insides that cried out with need drooled down her legs. Crystalline rivulets of love poured down her inner thighs, slowly meshing into her coat, and mixing with her sweat.

The scent of needy mare filled the entire locker room. Dash, beyond the point of feeling shame, couldn’t have cared less.

Soarin nickered as he felt the small mare shivering under him. Her small body positioned nicely between his front legs. She was short enough that he didn’t have to completely rest his body on her back, and also slender enough that he didn’t need to space his front legs much at all to fit her between him.

Her soft wings, powerful and wide as they were, were able to fold neatly at her side, pinned by his forelegs as he began to grip her. Nickering against the back of her neck, Soarin once more pressed his nose to her fur, inhaling deeply of her scent.

She smelled like clouds. Thunderheads, compact and soft, but dangerous and exciting! The smell of ozone seemed to hang around her, and the sweat which clung to her body. Something musky soaked through as well. Flowery, but also slightly sweet? Whatever it was, it smelled absolutely amazing…

Soarin’s hips began to thrust of their own accord. As he stepped over Dash’s flanks, the toned muscle covered in a soft layer of fat easily molding to his crotch, her tail tickled against his cock. His meat slapped once more against his belly, a sound which earned another groan from the pony beneath him. It was all too much.

Sliding back slightly, Soarin slid his musky cock over Dash’s lower back, positioning his large cockhead behind the smaller mare. Though he hung low, her own body was just short enough that the positioning gave him a fighting chance. Squeezing her with his forelegs and grabbing for the scruff of her neck with his teeth, he pushed forwards.

Dash let out a yelp, once more feeling the painful teeth around the scruff of her neck pull her back, just as an intense pressure blossomed between her legs. The hot, wet heat of Soarin’s cock slid easily up her inflamed lower lips, the seeping wetness of her body aiding the battle against lubrication as his cock centered itself against her perineum.

Just as quickly as he found his position, however, she felt him push further. The mare let out a decidedly unladylike squeal as she felt an intense stretching between her legs. Her breath was forced out of her, and were it not for Soarin’s teeth holding her head up, she surely would have fallen to the ground with the shock of being penetrated. Soarin was huge!

The tingling sensation that had been growing all afternoon felt like it was raked with a griffon’s claw! It was painful...yet DEEPLY satisfying. Her body squeezed him unintentionally, slowly loosening up and trying to adapt to allow his thick girth room to move inside her.

“NgYAAAH! AH! Ahhhh...Hnnnnngh…” she whined out unintelligably. Dash wore a look of intense concentration, her mouth hanging open slightly while one eyelid lay slightly shut. The focus of dealing with the pressure distracting her sufficiently from anything else going on.

The pressure against her back grew as Soarin pushed forwards while thrusting back, forcing her withers down, and encouraging the mare to lower her chest. Obediently, Dash’s forelegs obeyed. Her wings flexed and tried to spread, merely coaxing the stallion above her to grip tighter, not allowing them any leeway at all.

The thick cock inside her felt smooth against her inner walls. Her muscles clenched against him, trying to grip it with the highly textured surfaces of her own inner walls to no avail. The slickness that continually leaked out of her ensured that regardless of how her body would try to control the pace of mating, Soarin would have the ultimate say.

Soarin, for one, was enjoying himself thoroughly. Though he certainly hadn’t come in with such an expectation, his own instincts were pounding in his ears like the beating of his heart. The rush of a submissive mare under him, the tight rippling of her inner folds wrapped warmly around his cock, even the yelping pleas he forced out of her with every thrust forced him closer and closer to a rapidly approaching peak.

Grunting out, he clenched his teeth harder, digging into the scruff of Dash’s neck and earning another yelping whine from the girl. His hips pumped back and forth, his lower back curling towards and away from her flanks, each thrust sounding off with a wet smack.

The clap of his crotch against hers was paired with the smacking of his heavy testes against her clit. Her body squelched with shameful pleasure as she was used for her own natural purpose. The pleasuring of a stallion. The more he thought about it, the closer Soarin came, until his thrusts turned the tight tingling running through his cock to a needy flame of desire.

Rapid thrusts turned bestial, as the thick horsecock slipped in and out of Dash’s body. Her own small frame was dragged slightly back and forth on the tile floor, as her azure fur slipped over the tile, dragged by the very cocktip that pushed embarrassingly close to the entrance of her cervix.

Moaning like a mare in heat, Dash felt Soarin’s speed increase, his clenching legs wrapping more firmly around her body, hugging her to him as she remained chest down with her hips raised to the air in a shameful mating pose. The pressure inside her body and sensations against her lower lips never ceased, pushing her towards her own climax.

It burned with an intensity that radiated like poison through her body. Slowly, the arching tendrils of pleasure numbed her legs, her flank, her chest and soon her whole body! Wrapping her up in a cocoon of sensation. Her eyes rolled slightly upwards, head tilting up as her drooling tongue flopped from her mouth.

Almost there, Dash, cried out, heedless of anyone else who might hear, as she felt the telltale sensation of stallion cock flaring deep inside her. With a few final pumps that smacked her rear, Dash was thrust forwards along the floor, knocking her head slightly into the base of a bench nearby as Soaring curled overtop of her.

His back over her own, melding flesh to flesh as he spread inside her felt like the turning of a key in a lock. Though she was still on the precipice of cumming, it felt right. His cock throbbed, and she felt the pulsing of his vas deferens precede the first blanket of warmth that pressed against her insides.

Pulse after pulse of thick heat wetted her insides, and she felt it spread past his cocktip quickly, around his member, and coat the entirety of her insides. Dash panted heavily and twitched. Her hind legs tapped and trembled behind her, his crotch still plastered tightly against it.

She moaned out, the small mare feeling bloated already with his wide cocktip spreading her insides, filling her with unimaginably thick cum. She barely even noticed as the thick white fluid dripped out of her body, sliding down her inner thighs and coating her fur in his claim.

The cum inside her soothed her like a balm. Her body, though it had not cum, felt at peace. She felt calmer than she had all month, and quickly she settled down below him, content to let him ride out his experience.

Quiet whines and moans filled the room from underneath him as he shuddered through the last of his spurts. She had been bred. She had obeyed her instinctive objective, and allowed a virile stallion to pleasure himself with her pussy. And it had been perfect.

Groaning out, Dash lowered her eyelids as she felt his warmth continually pulse inside her, his softening cock still occupying the opening in her body. After the workout she had, combined with the solid and severe rutting, she was feeling absolutely spent. Her muscles burned from the exertion. A rumble sounded out from behind and above her.

“Uh, heh, I don’t suppose you’d be interested in a round two, Dash?”