“Come on, you,” Daring purred, planting another kiss on Phillip Finder’s lips. “Your sexy butt is mine for the next few hours.”

Phillip swallowed, a blush covering his cheeks. For a moment, some part of his brain urged him to stop and think about what he was doing. Unfortunately, his higher thinking abilities had been switched off due to the fact that most of his blood was now rushing to his other head, and that rational voice was quickly drowned out by the loud, needy growls of his animal instincts.

And his other head gave him no choice but to place a soft kiss on Daring’s lips with a grin. “Yes, ma’am,” he nodded, suddenly spinning around beneath her so that Daring was now straddled over his shoulders. She laughed in delight as he trotted upstairs, excited tingles shooting through his body.

As soon as they reached the bedroom, he tossed her down onto the mattress with a shift of his shoulders; she bounced as she hit, face flushed, eyes shining with delight. Immediately, she seized him around the neck with both forelegs and tugged him down on top of her, kissing him again. Her tongue invaded his mouth, running along his teeth and gums, and he moaned back into her, running a hoof down her sides, stroking the wings that twitched in excitement at his touch.

A moment later, he grunted in surprise as she rolled over and pinned him beneath her, continuing to kiss him. Her hooves drew circles across his chest, which was heaving with excited breath. That’s when a spark ran through his mind and he paused, loosening his grip. This was real; her touch, her weight on top of his, the smell of her mane, the taste of her lips—all of this was actually happening.

“What’s wrong?” she asked, pulling back, head tilted in concern.

“I just…” Phillip admitted, staring up at her. He swallowed. “I’ve never done this before…” he admitted. “I’m not sure what…”

She smiled that sunrise-glow smile, her eyes glittering in a way that was both beautiful and dangerous, like the scales of a taipan glowing amidst the sands of an outback morning. “Relax,” she cooed, laying a hoof on his lips. “Let me handle this.”

Her hoof slowly traced a path down his chin, his gulping throat, and his chest, pausing over his pounding, tingling heart. Daring continued stroking her way down his body, admiring the smooth hardness of his muscles, experimentally prodding at his ribs and belly and making him squirm slightly as he bit down ticklish giggles. She smirked as she finally reached her prize.

Phillip felt his blush increase exponentially as she ran a hoof down his rod, studying his twitching length with a hungry look. Drops of precum leaked out of his tip; her warm, soft touch sent electric spasms of pleasure up his spine, a dozen times stronger than anything he had ever gotten from his own hooves.

Daring leaned down close; the sensation of her hot, wet, excited breath washing over his flesh made Phillip moan out loud. She sniffed deeply, then experimentally extended her tongue and drew it across his penis like a popsicle, lapping up his precum.

Immediately, she drew away, spitting. “Gak! Pfft! Ptooey!” she cried, face creased in disgust. “How do ponies do that?”

Phillip let out a roar of laughter. “What’s it taste like?” he managed to gasp out, his cock quivering with amusement.

“Salty and hot,” she reported. She paused for a moment, her own face turning red. “Sorry, that...kinda killed the mood, didn’t it?”

“It’s okay,” Phillip reassured her, glancing down at his still erect length. “Maybe...try something else.”

Daring glanced at his penis, looked down at her wing, then that devious grin that sent palpitations of excitement rush through his gut returned to her face. “I think I have an idea,” she purred, leaning down again.

She extended a wing and gently wrapped it around his erection, slowly stroking the feathers up and down his entire length, tip to balls and back up again. Phillip threw his head back, his eyes rolling and let out a long moan; he squirmed and shuddered, writhing in pleasure. Every inch of his penis was alive with ecstasy; that same sensation spread across his body, all the way down to the top of his head and the tip of his tail. The feeling that she was providing him with was indescribable, a mix of a tickle, a soft cloth against his loins, and most of all, her warm but firm embrace.

“You like that, huh?” Daring purred, continuing to slowly stroke his length, holding him down with a hoof. He looked up at her, eyes glossed over and unfocused, mouth hanging open as he panted and moaned. She giggled in delight; seeing him at her mercy, feeling him squirming beneath her, was a thrill like nothing she’d ever experienced.

“You ever think that it’d be this good?” she asked.

Phillip gulped. “I, wha?”

“Oh, c’mon,” Daring smirked, raising her other wing and smacking his magnifying glass with a sharp crack, drawing a startled whinny. “You think I never noticed you taking peeks at my flank when I wasn’t looking?”

Impossibly, Phillip’s face turned even redder and he looked off to one side, still whimpering quietly as she continued to rub him. “Well, I, uh…”

Daring laughed out loud. “Ah, I don’t blame you.” She smacked him again, increasing the speed and intensity of her strokes, smirking at the way his hind legs quivered and his eyes rolled. “I know I liked taking peeks at yours when your back was turned. It’s what sexy butts like ours are for—”

Phillip suddenly closed his eyes and cried out, his back arching completely off the bed. His penis spasmed inside of its feathery cocoon, jets of thick white liquid spurting from the tip and coating his chest. He flopped down on the mattress, panting as he fired the last few shots of his salvo.

“Whoops,” Daring muttered, examining her cum-stained wing. “Didn’t mean to make you finish that early.”

“Sorry,” Phillip muttered, unable to meet her eyes.

“It’s fine,” Daring smiled, giving him a brief, tender kiss on the lips. “We got all day. And besides,” she smirked, booping him. “I think it’s your turn.”

A smile slowly spread across Phillip’s face. With a sudden burst of energy, he grasped Daring by the shoulders and flipped her over so that he was on top, eliciting a surprised squeak. He kissed her on the lips, then on the neck, nibbling softly at the flesh; her moans vibrated through her throat and into his lips.

Slowly, he began to travel down her body, planting soft kisses along her flesh, admiring her build: smooth, with a layer of muscle like strong rope beneath a line of fat that was the perfect thickness, not a single ounce more than was necessary but more than enough to make her a delight to stroke and hug. He nibbled at her neck, drew a line of kisses down her chest, and gently started nuzzling her tummy. Daring squirmed at the ticklish sensations, biting down on her lip to suppress her soft giggles as he started nuzzling her belly button.

A sudden idea sparked across Phillip’s mind. Planting his lips right atop Daring’s navel, he took in a deep breath and blew, producing a loud, trumpet-like noise.

Daring let out a high-pitched squeal of surprise, flailing as startled laughter tumbled out of her lips. “C-cut it out!” she cried, bapping Phil on the head with a wing.

Phillip smirked at her, then continued kissing her tummy, drawing lower by inches with every kiss. Daring cooed, her hind legs instinctively spreading open as he drew closer to his target.

His warm breath on her vagina drew a soft gasp from her. She looked down to see him staring at her already-damp lips, as if considering the best angle of approach.

Phillip licked his lips and leaned in close, taking in a deep sniff. Her fluids smelled like honey with a pinch of salt: warm and sweet, with a small, intriguing bitterness around the edges. He tentatively drew his tongue across her lips: the flavor was indeed like it smelled, but a dozen times stronger, dancing in delightful sparks across his tongue. He swallowed down the ambrosia, savoring both the taste and the soft, high-pitched cry that flew from Daring’s mouth at his touch.

He leaned in and started licking again, testing every square inch of her flesh with the same thoroughness and attention that he’d give to a crime scene. Simultaneously, his hooves reached down and began to squeeze and rub at her flanks, drawing circles around her compass roses. Daring threw her head back, the vibrating warmth of pleasure rushing from her vagina up her spine and to her throat, exiting her in a long, low moan: fuck, that was better than clopping!

His tongue stroked over her clit, a small pearl tucked away in her secret temple, and she squealed, writhing on the bed and instinctively clutching the sheets as though the tempests of pleasure that were now roaring about inside her would carry her away. He looked up at her, eyes half-lidded, and continued licking, seizing upon the lead that she had just given him in his investigation. She became an instrument that he played with licks, suckles, nibbles, and strokes, a melody played in moans, squeals, and high-pitched cries of “Fuck!” “Yes!” “Ah, Phil!”

Sooner than she expected, Daring felt an orgasm rushing in, knocking at the doors of her body. She gasped, trying to say something, but his warm, wet tongue stroked over her clit and she let out another squeal as every nerve danced in joy, instinctively thrusting her hips into his face as if trying to get closer to the source of her pleasure. A moment later, her doors were kicked open and she cried out as her orgasm rushed through her body, from the tips of her wings to the top of her head. Her juices spilled out of her door and Phillip eagerly lapped them up like a winged puppy.

Even as her first orgasm began to wane, a second one came roaring in like the second wave of an invader, and she had no choice but to throw her head back and cry out again as another high rushed through her. As if not noticing, Phillip continued licking, and before Daring could figure out which way was up, her third orgasm was already racing in.

Finally, mercifully, he stopped, coming up for air. Daring flopped back onto the mattress, panting, trying to slow her spinning head.

“You okay?” Phillip asked, gulping and standing up.

“Next time, maybe give me a chance to breathe,” Daring said, wiping sweat off her brow. She swallowed, her throat tickling a bit. “Water break?”

“Water break,” Phillip nodded, exiting the room. He came back a few moments later with two glasses of ice water. He handed one to Daring, sitting down on the mattress, and the two of them quickly gulped down the contents. The cold water went a long way towards soothing their parched throats and rejuvenating their worn bodies.

Phillip took a breath and looked down. His cock was now standing at attention once more, twitching in desire. “You, uh...you ready for round two?” he asked timidly.

Daring sniggered. “Wow. You really a first timer,” she commented.

He blushed hard and turned away. Daring took his hoof and gently turned his head around, meeting his lips in a gentle kiss. “It’s okay. This is new for me, too,” she reassured him, nuzzling him.

Phillip cracked a smile and kissed her back. She returned the kiss, then laid back down on the mattress, fluttering her eyelids and spreading her hind legs open a bit. “Now, let’s do some in-depth investigation,” she purred.

He leaned down and kissed her again, opening his lips wide and running his tongue across her gums and teeth. She hugged him gently as he settled over her. His hot flesh stroked her belly in a gentle tickle that slowly traveled down, and down, and down...and then settled right at her doors. There was a brief pause where they both caught their breath, and then his key slid into her lock, drawing a soft groan from both partners.

Daring’s soft, wet walls surrounded and encompassed Phillip’s penis, like a warm cocoon around his flesh. He paused for a moment to adjust for the fit, squirming a bit, and she let out a squeak as every motion rippled through her innards. He pulled back out slowly, then thrust back in, drawing another squeak.

He took her slow and gently, his thrusts soft and calm. Her vaginal walls clenched and squeezed his turgid penis with every movement; Daring could feel him rippling and throbbing inside her, every motion sending vibrations across her entire body. That wondrous tactility, his weight atop her, the smell of his mane and the heat of his breath on her...it was everything that she had ever fantasized it would be, but so much better.

Except for one thing. She didn’t need slow and gentle.

Locking all four limbs and her wings around Phillip, Daring pulled him into a deep kiss, thrusting her tongue into his open mouth with a chorus of lewd moaning that would’ve made any eavesdropper blush. Pulling away from the kiss, she swallowed back the trail of saliva between their lips and stared hard into his lidded, slightly unfocused eyes. The fiery intensity in her irides sent fresh shivers down Phillip’s spine.

“Fuck. Me,” she ordered in a low, sensuous growl.

He didn’t need telling twice. Gripping her flanks tight, he slammed his hips into her, his cock thrusting deep into her innards, and she gasped as an intense rush of pain and pleasure soared through her body. He pulled out and thrust in again, his balls slapping against her flesh, pumping like a piston in an engine.

Daring locked her forelimbs around his neck, clenched her hind legs around his hips like a vise, and wrapped her wings around his barrel: even her tail snaked around his hind legs and started pulling along with the rest of her, trying to pull him as deep into her as possible. It proved to be unnecessary, for all Phillip could think about was pushing himself as hard as he could, every push that much deeper, that much harder.

They squealed, moaned, and cried out in elation, voices rising and falling together. They mashed their lips and tongues against each other in clashing duels that they both won, pausing only to gasp for air and take nips at each other’s necks and ears.

Before long, Phillip started to reach the peak of his mountain, and here, every step seemed to come harder as he rammed into the edge and started to push. He felt as though his penis was a can of soda that had been shaken, fizzing and trembling with pressure. Every inch of him screamed and begged to cum, the pressure in his balls and cock almost unbearable, but he bit down on his lip so hard that he almost expected to taste blood. He pushed into her as hard and as fast as he could: her entire body was tense and vibrating, her moans coming louder and faster with every thrust. She was so close, and all he wanted was for them to cum together...just a bit more...one thrust, two thrusts, three thrusts…

Daring Do drew in a gasp, her wings snapping out to her sides, then threw her head back and howled, letting out a scream of ecstasy that could’ve been heard from the other side of Ponyville. A moment later, his loud whinny of relief and exhilaration joined her voice as he came. His cannon fired spurt after spurt into her, twitching with every shot, each salvo making his head spin even more.

And then it was over. All the strength seemed to leave Phillip’s limbs, and he collapsed on top of her, slowly rolling over to lay faceup next to her, panting and gasping. She groaned as he pulled his flaccid length out of her, then feebly rolled over to lay on top of him, tucking her head beneath his chin and nuzzling his sweaty chest.

It took almost a full minute before Phillip was able to form coherent thought. He draped a hoof across her withers and kissed the top of her head. “That was bloody amazing,” he moaned.

“You got that right,” Daring agreed, smiling up at him. “Not bad for your first time.”

“Same to you,” Phillip nodded, wrapping both forelegs around her and cuddling her close. They lay there in silence for a few minutes, cuddling amidst the stained sheets.

“So what happens now?” Phillip asked.

“What d’you mean?” Daring asked, raising her head.

“You. Me. This,” Phillip shrugged. “Does this change anything?”

Daring booped him on the nose. “Well, we’re obviously going to be sleeping in the same bed and fucking each other from now on,” she commented. “But we don’t have to make anything big out of this.”

She raised her head a bit. “Look, you like to think things out, and I appreciate that: there’s a place for that. But I don’t think that this is something you can think through. I say, we just...go with this. See what happens. And if there’s a problem, we can talk it out.”

Phillip let out a thoughtful hum and stroked her mane. “I guess that makes sense.”

She purred at his petting and laid her head back down, listening to the steady thumping of the heart. “Hey, Phil?”

“Hmm?”

“Thank you,” Daring whispered. “For everything.”

He tilted her head up and kissed her on the lips, a soft, loving touch. “And thank you for everything,” he smiled, nuzzling her forehead.

Daring cuddled him closer. “Hey, next time, you think we could use some of your toys?”

Phillip let out a squeak of alarm, his face turning traffic light red in an instant. “Wh-what?”

Daring snorted with laughter. “You think I wouldn’t notice that hoof locker beneath your bed and get curious?” She smirked at him. “I gotta say, that’s quite a collection of dildoes and ballgags. You did that all to yourself?”

“I...I...er…” Phillip stammered, turning even redder by the moment. “Um...can we talk about that later?”

Daring laughed and laid her head back down, closing her eyes in contentment. “Sure we can.”

Author's Note

I know that there are some of you who wished I'd do something like this, and honestly, I just gave into temptation.

Takes place right in the middle of Case Four, Chapter Eleven. Enjoy failing No-Nut November!