You’re rudely jolted into wakefulness by the sound of loud, rapid hoof-tapping at your front door. Grumbling to yourself, you flail your arm out of the covers in a blind attempt to check the clock; finally grabbing it and noting the absurdly late hour, you nearly commit to drowning out the incessant noise with your pillow and some more covers before a breathy, raspy voice just barely reaches your ears from outside.

“Anooooon...pleeeaseeee...c’mon wake up, wakeupwakeupwakeuuup...”

Any remaining drowsiness you had immediately leaves you at the sound of your marefriend’s angelic voice, and you bolt out of bed and nearly fall on your face when the sheets catch your foot. Quickly shaking off the impedance, you make a mad dash for the door, throw out the bolt, and whip it open, startling the flustered mare enough to make her fall flat on her flanks.

“What, what is it? What’s wrong? Why the heck are you here before today’s training has even started?” Your hurried, concerned tone quickly shifts to something darker and deliberate, “Do I have to kick somepony’s ass?”

Vapor blushes and fidgets with her hooves, but attempts to calm you down all the same. “Uh, n-no, no! Nothing like that! I just...umm...I think that week is starting early for me…the Captain saw...er, more like smelled...how I was acting at Mess tonight and told me to take some time off-base to, umm...deal with it...I was gonna come to you tomorrow morning, b-but it’s already getting so bad that I just can’t stand it!”

“Oh! Uh...geeze, Vape. In that case, come in before you stain my welcome mat.” If you thought she had been blushing before, her complexion now resembles an overripe cherry.

You step to the side and gesture into your apartment. As Vapor crosses the threshold, a wave of minty petrichor assaults your senses, causing you to stumble momentarily as you follow her into your sitting room. Her tail is stiffly flagged, allowing you occasional glances of her winking, sopping marehood as she trots over to your couch and slowly takes a seat. At first, she opts to sit upright, but quickly winces and changes to a reclining position as her rear makes contact with the fabric of your couch.

You take a seat next to her, placing a hand at the nape of your neck and running your fingers through her soft, wispy mane. A full-body shudder overtakes her, and you hear a faint schlick as she softly moans. “Goddamn. You really are hot-to-trot right now. This is the worst I’ve ever seen you get.”

She slowly nods, although her faraway, dazed stare at the opposite wall implies she doesn’t have a very firm hold on Equus right now. It’s a wonder she was even able to make it to your apartment. “Mmhmm...” She shudders again. Even the vibration of her vocal cords through her body is apparently enough to set her off into another mini-orgasm. “Anooonnn...pleeeaseee...heeelp meeeeee...”

“Alright, alright, calm down, ya horny horse…” You gently grabbed her underneath her forelegs and lifted her onto your lap, with her back resting against your chest and her plot planted precisely on your crotch. She whimpered, wriggled around, and gyrated her rear on you as soon as she landed, but you pet her mane as a calming gesture. You ran a hand through her downy chest fluff and wandered down towards her desperate marehood; you were able to slip three entire fingers into her with no resistance whatsoever. She shrieked as her entire body locked in place, her eyes rolling into the back of her head as her marehood exploded all over your hand and her wings shot out to full extension against your back, giving you a mouthful of feathers.

After a few seconds of brain-melting ecstasy she went slack, becoming a pega-puddle in your arms. For several minutes, the only sound in the room was the plaintive panting of a partially-pleased pegasus. Soon, however, she groaned and once again began shifting around on your lap. “You know that only makes it worse...oh, by the Sun...” She managed to groan out.

“I know, but I needed you able to form a coherent sentence for at least a few minutes.” The moment you finish speaking, she rotates on your lap and wraps her forelegs around your neck. A dangerous glint is in her eyes.

“I’ll give you a coherent sentence, mister...buck me into this couch until I can’t remember my own Sun-damned name!” She growled impishly, bouncing up and down in your lap and causing you to wince with each drop.

“Heh...alright then, little lady...” You say in a low voice, picking her up off your lap and placing her in a prime pegasus-plowing position, a little something from your world called the “speedbump,” some approximation between doggy-style and “reverse missionary.” Face-down in a pillow, rear upraised, and more than ready for you to tend to her needs. She can’t easily see you from her position without bending her neck in a way that even a pony’s cartoon anatomy wouldn’t be comfortable with...exactly as you intended.

You unbuckle your pants, the jangling of the belt buckle causing her ears to flit about in nervousness. You’re glad she can’t see you because the heady scent permeating every inch of the room is causing your fingers to fumble from anticipation.

Slowly and deliberately you drape yourself over her body. Your hands grip the arm of the couch for support as your above-average member nestles itself comfortably between her teats. Even though you’re hardly the biggest guy ever, it still reaches past her bellybutton.

You lean down to growl in her ear, your every breath sending a shudder through her. “Just remember...you asked for it, babe~” Gripping the armrest tightly, you reposition yourself to aim directly for her marehood, and send half of your length into her over-saturated depths in a single thrust.

The best part of being the boyfriend (stallionfriend?) of an Equestrian mare; their “large dog” stature makes sex with most of them not unlike fucking a living Fleshlight, resplendent with the sort of lewd noises that would make even a brothel-mare blush.

“Fuuuck meee!” She screams, spasming wildly around your length and almost overcoming your resistance to not fill her immediately. It would’ve solved her “problem,” but it still felt fundamentally wrong. Your human pride was at stake; you weren’t a one-pump chump like a stallion would be!

Slowly, ponderously, you inch yourself forward deeper and deeper into her. You wanted to enjoy her moans, twitches, and incredulous gasps as you stuffed her fuller-than-full...not body-slam her into a fuck-coma in two seconds like some single-minded breeding stud!

...That could always come later.

You lived for this moment. You lived for her pleasure. You lived for her. She was one of the only things that got you out of bed in the mornings...literally speaking, in today’s case.

After what felt like a century, you found yourself almost fully-hilted in your mare, balls swinging into her teats as your head mashed against her cervix. You couldn’t see it due to the position, but you already knew there was a visible bulge above her belly-button, and the solid surface of the couch pressing against the bulge added an extra dimension of resistance and pleasure to the equation for both of you.

Another full-body orgasm jolted through her when you made contact with her cervix, causing a rippling clench along your entire length that, once again, sorely tested the depths of your endurance. Her wings had long since risen to full extension at her sides, firmly curling around your torso in the pegasine equivalent of a leg-lock. The constant stream of squeals and breathless moans being forced out of her by your immense difference in size was being muffled by the pillow she’d had her face stuffed into ever since this encounter began.

If she thought that was the end of the penetration, though, she was in for a surprise. This was only your first heat together, and damned if you weren’t going to make it special by fucking her until her brain oozed out of her cute little ears. Vapor went silent, too overwhelmed to even speak as you began pounding her cervix hard and deep, demanding entrance through the last barrier to her most sacred depths. Now, more than ever, you were glad for the absurd resilience of pony anatomy, and that the cervix was an intense erogenous zone for them rather than a painfully sensitive area.

Each slam into her was met with a further tightening of her insides around you, which led you to pound her with more and more force just to keep the same pace. Neither of you could keep up this escalation for long—both her grip on reality and your endurance—and within a couple of minutes of maintaining this feverish crescendo, you gave one last fierce thrust into her, finally piercing through her cervix and impaling her womb on the head of your dick.

“Fuuuck...you’re fucking mine, you little slut! Rrraghnnn!” You growl into her ear before gently biting down upon it.

Vapor gave out a fevered, juddering scream as her entire body seized in the most intense orgasm that her sweet little pony life had ever experienced, rendering her unconscious within seconds. You let out a deep, ecstatic groan and buried your face in the back of her mane as your cock gave undulating, forceful throbs inside her. The tension had released from her body the moment she lost consciousness, allowing you to hump her slowly and easily as you exploded like a firehose deep into her womb. Her belly slowly stretched out to either side as your essence pooled within her, before the pressure overcame her tightness and spurted out behind the two of you in multiple streams of your mixed orgasms.

After several titanic spurts, your release finally ended. Utterly spent, you fell forward onto her back, pressing her into the soiled couch. She was so entombed in Luna’s realm that not even this disturbance could wake her, although you had just enough energy to roll her onto her side so that the two of you could sleep comfortably on the couch, with her cum-bloated belly facing your own stomach. Running a hand through her mane as you whispered sweet nothings into her ear, you were lulled into dreams by the sound of her own soft, even breaths as she tucked her head into the crook of your neck and snuggled into your chest.

This was already shaping up to be one hell of a week…

Author's Note

I’ve had it reeeal bad for this horse from the moment I saw her episode, so I figured it’s high time—like 3+ years after the fact lol—that I got off my ass and actually finished a reasonable-length piece of fiction instead of writing overambitious adventure-fics with no planned ending. Also, my first time properly attempting “teh l00d," so I hope it holds up to people's preferences and interests, at least for some of you!

I originally intended for this to be a oneshot when I was planning it out, but it quickly became clear to me from the scope of my ideas that it’d end up being one monolithic chapter if I did and I wouldn't be able to explore it as much as I want to. So, if you liked this, look forward to more~!