“Dad! We’re going to be late for school!” Boysenberry yelled out as she trotted down the stairs, throwing books into her bag and tossing it near the door when she got to the bottom.
“Sorry!” he yelled back as he scrambled down the stairs, awkwardly fixing up his tie as he followed.
The cream coloured filly dashed into the bathroom and turned the shower on to let it warm up. The ice cold water on her hoof testing the temperature would have been great for waking up, but the adrenaline already pumping through her veins already had her wide awake. “You really need to remember to set your alarm correctly. That’s the second time this week!”
“Sorry!” he called out again as he went into the kitchen; the sounds of pots and pans ringing out. “I meant to set it, but well… you know… forgot.”
“I noticed,” Boysenberry quickly snapped back. The water on her hoof was heating up; enough that she flicked the switch and water started shooting out from the showerhead. “At least we’re only going to be like ten minutes late this time.”
“You know you can set your own alarm,” her dad suggested but Boysenberry didn’t say a thing. She knew he had a point, but that wasn’t something she needed to admit.
Instead of answering, she hopped into the shower, letting the hot water pour all over her in an instant. The warm embrace was so inviting; to just forget about the world for a few moments and stay in here forever. She sighed after relaxing for a few precious seconds before reaching up and grabbing a thick glob of her dad’s Head’2’Hooves shampoo; the best kind when she didn’t have time to use her specialized products for her mane and coat.
In seconds, the thick layer of bubbles was lathered into her mane as she scrubbed. Hooves worked the soap from her neck, all the way down to her underbelly before getting to each of her legs. She turned as best as she could, awkwardly swiping wherever her hoof landed on her back; not enough time to use the big scrub brush and that was fine.
Another blast of creamy clean poured out onto her hoof before dealing with her tail; the purple hair was still a morning mess after letting her braids loose in the night. She reached downwards, sliding between her flanks and giving down below a few scrubs with a sudsy hoof. It took a few seconds more to make sure that was as clean as it could be, and to avoid pressing too hard, lest there be any errant stinging.
Washing the bubbles off her hoof, she quickly reached out of the shower, grabbing the toothbrush on the counter and multitasking like a pro. She awkwardly stood on her hind legs while one hoof furiously brushed the soap out of her mane and another was brushing her teeth. The water poured down her body as she went all the way down to her tail. The suds quickly washed away, and as she put the toothbrush down on a shelf, she stuck her rump up at the water, carefully getting it to clean in all those nooks and crannies.
The soap felt like it was all washed away and now it was time to get out, but to stay and relax in the water was a luxury she just wanted to last forever. Her hoof held onto the handle, threatening to shut it all off. She closed her eyes, picturing the warmth leaving and the cool, bathroom air swarming in the moment she shut the water off.
A ding from her dad cooking in the kitchen snapped her back to reality and her hoof reflexively turned off the water. The curtains swung open and a towel was needed immediately. She grabbed hers and quickly tossed it over her back like a cape, cuddling into the warm blanket keeping the cool air away from her wet fur.
For good measure, she grabbed her dad’s towel too, working on the cold lengths of hair touching along her neck. Getting dried off was always the worst part; everything was chilly now that the heat was gone. It didn’t take long before she was shaking around in the towels, drying her limbs and all the way down to her tail as she stepped out onto the floor.
The two towels got flung right back onto their hooks when there was no more left to dry, and Boysenberry quickly hopped up in front of the mirror to look at her hair. She moved with trained hooves, grabbing her mane and forming it into a proper, tightly braided ponytail all the way down. There wasn’t any time to be fancy, but it was easy enough to put into place.
Sticking her rump onto the counter, she started working on the same style braid for her tail. She gave them a gentle tug when she was finished, just making sure that they held and wouldn’t come undone in the middle of the day.
The sounds of plates coming out from the cupboards meant food was ready and she certainly needed to eat before school, even if they were already late. They were behind schedule, but that didn’t mean every single part of their morning routine needed to be sacrificed.
Her eyes moved over to a bottle, almost empty of the clear gel that was in there. She eyed the door for a moment, contemplating just how much time they really had this morning. With a quick squirt, a small glob of it poured onto her hoof. Reaching underneath, she smeared the cool, slippery liquid right between the folds of her fillyhood, making sure to get in as best as she could.
With one quick wash of her hooves and a check in the mirror, it looked like she was ready for school. However, her tummy told her different. The smell of pancakes drifted in, though nearing on the crispy side of things.
The dirty dishes were already in the sink for later, and her dad was staring intensely at the clock as he dished out a plate and tended to the very last batch. “If we hurry I think we can still be there only ten minutes late.”
She gave him a shrug as she grabbed her plated stack. “How about fifteen?”
He glanced back at the clock with a contemplating look on his face, almost like he was deciding whether or not to have dessert after a large meal; if it was the right choice. Though, the sizzle and darkening stream coming from the pancake brought his attention back. With a couple grunts and a well-placed spatula, the pancake flipped off of the pan and onto his plate.
Boysenberry put her meal on the edge of the table before grabbing some blackberry-filled jam and smearing it on the top with a spoon; it wasn’t a pretty, weekend meal, but it was food. She quickly attacked the whole stack, taking one large bite out of all three layers and making sure that there was a good ratio of jam to pancake; one of the difficulties eating pancakes: jam on the top, but nothing on the bottom ones. She swallowed and took another bite, trying to get it down as fast as possible.
Her dad reached over her and placed his plate down in the middle of the table; his was topped with a simple dollop of cream. His hooves were on either side of her as he jumped up and she could feel his chest touching against the back of her neck as he leaned down to eat.
The filly widened her stance and already had her purple tail flicked to the side the moment she felt that quickly hardening warmth pressing against her flank. The two readjusted until the tip was centered perfectly on her slit.
He took a few steps forward and her flower blossomed open, letting him pass and slide into her velvety soft tunnel. The lubricating gel helping the entire process along when there wasn’t time to build up the more natural lubrication. Between the munching away, they both took a deep breath of relief as her tunnel gently squeezed along his length, embracing him in an intimate hug.
His hips slowly rocked back and forth as they scarfed down their meal, moving enough to get him to full mast and throbbing eagerly inside her. She could feel a familiar heat and dampness continuing to grow down below the longer this went on.
Boysenberry had a few more bites before she was licking the plate clean. There were only a few thin blue streaks on the plate when she finally was able to push it to the side. Immediately she backed up, sinking down along his length until her rump met his thighs. She held onto the edge of the table for balance and tightly gripped onto it as he bottomed out inside her.
His hindlegs shifted as she bounced her bottom off of his legs with a lot more force and focus. That warm rod filled her core with satisfaction, and the wet sliding noises ringing out were a nice morning melody to listen to. Her tempo was steady, pushing back in rhythmic bounces, letting him stay deep inside and only moving just enough to hit the right spots.
Though, she could feel his body move and the weight of his lower half starting to rest right on her rump. She had to let up a little and lock her hindlegs when she heard his plate slide over to the side and ding against hers. One of his hooves were right beside hers, holding onto it gently as another wrapped around her belly for the most amount of leverage.
She stood there and closed her eyes as she felt him start to move and quickly pick up speed. Everything started to tighten and grip harder the more he continued. Those sliding noises became wet slaps every time his sack tapped against her filly lips.
It was a lot easier to let him take control. While she could get herself there if she took long enough, he had more stamina and speed for those moments where they needed it.
Out of the corner of her eye she glanced at the clock and bit her lip from just looking at that second hand tick by. Using the table as leverage, she wiggled back and forth slightly, and pressed the back of her head up and into his chest.
“Oh yea~” she panted out as she felt herself nearing the end. His humps became harder as she drew in a sharp breath. It was hard to match his thrusts but she managed, and sunk him extra deep as she came. Her head pressed hard against him as he gave some rapid, short thrusts inside her. It carried her well as her tunnel clamped down and a few tiny spurts came gushing out around his member.
She rolled her eyes and sunk her head down onto the table, burying herself into her hooves and relaxing into that wonderfully warm afterglow flooding through her body. She snuggled into her hoof deeper as she felt him move again in longer thrusts.
His breathing was starting to build up more and more as he held her tight, knowing that one goal had been reached. Those wet slaps rang out loudly as he thrusted in hard. She could feel that thick tip starting to flare, spreading her out wide and almost causing another orgasm to suddenly wrack though her body.
He practically went ridged as he pushed in all the way and stayed there. She could feel him throb hard for just a moment before spurts of creamy warmth started to spray out inside her.
As his orgasm gave its last few shots, the two stayed there panting for a few moments, holding there for the precious seconds that they could spend. Boysenberry wiggled her rump from side to side, grinding against him to eke out that last bit of fun before his length softened and gradually started to slide back. The idea of just one more orgasm was on her mind, but they were already so late on a school day.
Reluctantly, they separated with a wet pop as he got off and headed to one of the kitchen drawers. Dad reached in and tossed a quick wet wipe to her, letting her freshen up for the second time this morning. The two tended to themselves, getting most of the obvious bits of goop off before tossing the sticky wipe in the trash.
Boysenberry already had her schoolbag on as her dad got to the door. With another hug that didn’t last long enough, he headed down the road to work, and her in the other direction to school. Besides being a bit late and quietly slipping into class, it was a morning like any other.
Author's Note
A quick idea that popped into my mind discussing casual sex over at Rocket.Foal.Party. This counts as casual sex right? I hope so, because if there’s a monthly competition for it, this is my entry.
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