Ice-Loving

by P-Berry

Rating: mature
Tags: Original Character, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, Other, Romance, Porn, Sex, Human
Length: 5818

It's been three weeks since I've last seen Icepick. Things are about to get heated.

After not seeing Icepick for three weeks, I was planning to take it easy, and have a relaxed evening together.

Icepick didn't quite agree.

Contains: Human on pony action.Anal. Gentle femdom. Facesitting. Yoga pants. No really, that's all.

The sequel to the thing that was a sequel to another thing that was based on another thing that my buddy SunnyDontLook cooked up. Icepick belongs to him!

Published 2020-05-01 13:30:01 UTC
Last updated 2020-05-01 13:30:01 UTC

Ice-Loving

It was an overcast day with only occasional rain. Summer was nearing its end, and with temperatures in the low 290’s, the day had been refreshingly crisp compared to previous weeks.

I breathed a soft sigh of relief as I pulled onto the ramp, and off the interstate. Contrary to my expectations, traffic hadn’t actually been half bad, and despite the occasional brief traffic jam, I was still well on time.

My eyes went up to the signs ahead of me, seeking out the one that had a small airplane-symbol next to it. I had been to the airport a few times before, but never seemed to remember which exact exit to take. Such was the blessing of getting older, it seemed.

I gave a curt laugh, then shook my head. I was talking shit again. I always did that when I was…

Briefly, I swallowed, and the smile slipped from my face.

Nervous.

What was I saying, there was no reason to be nervous. I was just on my way to the airport to pick up my friend - that was as normal as it gets, no? People did that kind of thing on a daily basis.

Well, most of the time those friends weren’t big, fuzzy ponies, but still...

I forced out a chuckle at my failed joke.

Really, I was just looking forward to seeing her again. We were close friends (and housemates), and hadn’t seen each other in more than a month. It was perfectly reasonable to be excited, no?

Perhaps it was. Perhaps I was just making up problems out of nowhere.

Fact was, my friend had a slight tendency to get… intense. No matter what, when she was involved, things were sure to be a bit more… thrilling than without her.

I mean hell, last time we had gone all out we had ripped the bathroom stall door from its hinges.

And now… well, we hadn’t seen each other in several weeks. We had held the occasional video-chat, but those could only do so much.

Now I was about to see her in the flesh again. And really... one could only guess what would happen.

I could feel my thoughts drifting off as I pulled into the parking garage. She had mentioned that she was quite pent-up in this regard. And she had shown that she wasn’t afraid to take something when she wanted it. Hell, I just needed to think back to what had happened last month to-

I shook my head, clearing my thoughts. I really ought to get going; her flight was supposed to land in ten minutes!

Thus, ignoring the tent in my pants, I turned off the engine and got out of the car. A quick zap with the keyfob, the lock was engaged, and I was on my merry way to the terminal.

It took me a few moments to locate the correct exit -this place was pretty big, after all- but when I found it, a quick look at my watch confirmed that her flight had landed some twenty minutes ago.

She would be here any moment now.

Idly, I let my gaze drift over the mass of people streaming out of the airside area and out into the arrivals hall. Would I even be able to find her in this mass of people?

I shook my head, trying to focus. Truth be told, after being separated for a few weeks, I couldn't deny that I was a bit… nervous to see her again. Why? Hell if I knew. For all intents and purposes, we were friends sharing an apartment. Friends with benefits, if you will. It was normal to be nervous when meeting friends again, right?

I mean, we had done video chats a time or two while she had been out, so we weren’t completely out of touch, but… well. Perhaps it was my overly pessimistic mind, but I couldn't shake the feeling that something would be… different. I couldn't tell what that would be, but-

“Hey knucklehead,” my thoughts were crudely interrupted by the all too familiar voice calling out to me, and my gaze darted to the left to find a large gray earth pony mare dressed in a comfy-looking gray sweater walking into my direction.

I… couldn't contain a smile.

“Hey~” I greeted her as she came closer, walking over to me and out of the stream of people.

“Hey?” she retorted with a mock frown, “That’s all you got after I’m gone for four weeks!?”

“I… uh…” I struggled to find words as she stared me down with a frown for a few moments, before finally cracking a smirk and raising her right hoof into my direction.

“Good to see you again.” she said, genuine enough this time, as I let my fist collide with her hoof for the hoof-fist-bump we had come to establish as our standard greeting.

“Good to see you,” I responded, finally feeling a bit more secure at last, “How was your flight?”

“Ech,” she said, frowning, “Crying baby to the left, fat guy to the right, same old bullshit.” she shook herself, “I could use a shower.”

“We’ll get to that,” I said with a smile as I reached forward, and lifted the two saddlebags off her back. God knows she was strong enough to carry them herself, but I figured it’d be a nice gesture at least. She shot me a look that seemed to say just that, but remained silent.

“C’mon, let’s get going,” I said with a nod into the direction of the exit.

***

A few minutes later, I pulled out of the airport’s parking lot and out onto the freeway. The radio played a generic pop song at a moderate volume, drowning out the quite heavy silence that had settled in between us.

I turned my head, looking over to her. She was sitting on her haunches on the passenger seat, her sizeable form taking up most of the seat all too easily. She did look quite exhausted sitting there, her normally quite neat gray coat matted and mane hanging down loosely. Not the most exhausted I’d ever seen her, but… the trip had left her in quite a state.

“So, how was it?” I asked in an attempt to start up some conversation. I couldn't put my finger on it, but… for some reason the air around us seemed heavier than normal. We normally didn’t have any troubles hopping right into a talk about god-knows-what, but today… something seemed off.

“Eh, as ‘good’ as a boring business congress can get. Honestly, I’m just glad to be outta there.” she admitted with a wave of her hoof. “You been alright?”

“Sure.” I said with a shrug, “Just… boring old daily routine.”

I pressed my lips together. Just what was it that seemed to stop us from starting up a normal conversation? She’d been gone for three weeks, for crying out loud! There had to be something we could talk about!?

But it seemed hopeless. The remainder of the drive was spent in an almost eerie silence, only rarely interrupted by the smallest bit of polite conversation, which all too soon died away, and made way for that ever-present silence.

Before I knew it, I found myself sitting on the balcony of my (our?) apartment. The cold bottle of beer in my hands reflected my mood quite adequately as I sat on one of the lawn chairs, my friend and partner having taken a seat on the chair next to me with a second bottle held in her hooves.

I normally didn’t mind the silence, but in this case it was just awful. Unbearable, even. I could tell Icepick was feeling uncomfortable, and really, so was I, but at the same time, it seemed like neither of us really knew what to do or say to start up a conversation, or at least ease up whatever pressure appeared to be between us.

I took another sip from my beer, the bitter, tart taste filling out my mouth. I’d never been particularly fond of strong beer, but I knew she liked it, so, to celebrate the occasion, I’d gotten a six pack. One bottle in, I could already feel my vision begin to blur ever so slightly, and shook my head. Damn, I was a lightweight.

Every so often, I caught my glimpse drifting over to the mare next to her. Freshly showered, her mane was still a little wet, and she had slipped herself into a pair of yoga pants, arguing that she didn’t want to get sick sitting outside with wet fur. But honestly, we both knew she just liked wearing those.

Either way, whether or not those pants were saving her from a cold I couldn't tell. What I could tell, however, was that they accentuated her ample curves quite nicely, and that the guy living downstairs had long since woken up and alerted me of his presence.

I gave a low groan, trying to direct my glance away from those flanks of hers. Those… thick, warm, juicy flanks that could-

I shook my head. I swear the beer was getting to me.

“So… are you freezing?” I heard myself ask. Far from the best conversation starter, but at this rate I’d take anything to distract from the all too noticeable bulge in my jeans.

“Nah, I’m good,” Icepick reassured me, and took another sip of her beer, “It’s nice and warm.” she said, and shifted her legs, crossing them as she leaned back on the chair.

I swallowed uncomfortably as I watched those leg muscles move, my mind inevitably going back to the last time my head had been between them as we had-

I cleared my throat. For the love of god, could I not think about sex for five minutes!?

“Y-yeah,” I hesitantly agreed with her, “sure is.” I straightened myself up on the chair, and pretended to pull a wrinkle out of my pants as I brushed my hand over my crotch, hoping to somehow conceal the raging erection that had built up inside. Briefly, my look went to the side, and our gazes met.

Had she… had she noticed?

She turned her head, looking forward again as if nothing had happened. However, that shift in her expression; that… tiniest bit of subtle smirk...

She knew. She knew damn well that I was about to rip my pants in two.

As if on cue, she slid back on her chair and uncrossed and spread her legs. As much as I tried not to, I caught my glance going in her direction, my eyes seeming determined to catch a glimpse at her crotch… and that very much noticeable cameltoe sitting in the middle of it. I watched her hoof come forth, and run over her thigh, rubbing against the black spandex.

She was… she was playing with me, wasn’t she?

The earth pony mare turned her head into my direction, that ever-cocky smirk on her face as she watched me through those lovely blue eyes.

“You alright?” she asked, even though she already knew the answer.

I said nothing. There was no point in denying it; I was turned-on, drunk, and with a -if I may say so myself- smoking hot mare next to me.

I knew there was a diplomatic approach here; a right thing to say. I would react to her teasing, she would tease some more, I might tease back, and so on.

But not today. Today I wasn’t capable of diplomacy. Today it was my downstairs neighbor talking, and it was him to blame as I swallowed, looked Icepick dead in the eye, my face straight as ever, and asked, “Wanna do it?”

I could feel my mind wanting to kick myself for that question before I’d even asked it. Wow, tactless much?

However, to my surprise, Icepick… merely sighed and rolled her eyes. “Sheesh, I thought you’d never ask.”

“Wait, wha-” I couldn't even finish the question before Icepick, herself having already emptied her second beer, had gotten up off her chair and jumped over onto mine. I managed to contain a groan from the sudden weight -despite being in good shape, Icepick was still by no means a lightweight- on my lap, but the chair creaking underneath our combined weight sufficed to inform me that the combined weight of almost 27 stones was a bit too much for the poor wooden construction.

“Icepick, you can’t-” I wanted to say, but was cut off as the mare slammed her lips onto mine, and threw her hooves over my shoulder. The words died on my tongue, and I felt myself drawn in by her… everything. The feeling of her body against mine, the temperature of our two hearts against each other… and her scent filling out my nostrils. The shampoo she’d used was still evident in her fur, and combined with her natural body scent it made for quite the pleasant mixture.

For a few divine moments, the two of us remained silent, the sounds of us making out the only thing that broke the evening silence. Then Icepick pulled back, and a trail of saliva ran between our mouths as she looked at me, a fire burning in her eyes.

“We can’t…” I said, still somewhat breathlessly, “The neighbors are gonna see us.”

From the look in her eyes I could tell that she didn’t give a fuck about what the neighbors thought. However, she did seem to agree with my concerns, as she nodded after a brief moment of silence. “Well then,” she said with a shrug, her hooves still hung over my shoulder, “You know the way to the bedroom, right?”

I looked at her with an unfazed expression. “Well, you’re gonna have to get off me before we can-”

She just smirked at me. She didn’t plan on getting off of me anytime soon.

“No,” I said decidedly, “You know what happened last time I tried to carry you.”

“Are you calling me fat!?” she asked with a mock outrage, pretending to be taken aback.

“No, but you’re heavy,” I pointed out dryly, “And my chiropractor told me not to-”

“My legs are pretty tired, you know.” Icepick tried to reason with me. I’d love to say that it didn’t work, but…

I looked back at her, doing my best to ignore the fact that her burning hot crotch was nestled right against my raging erection.

God, who can say no to that face Jesus Christ.

“Fine.” I said curtly, “But you’re gonna drive me to the hospital this time!”

“Yeah yeah,” she put me off with a giggle. “C’mon, let’s go take care of what’s been poking me in the ass all this time.”

I cleared my throat, trying to hide a light blush. I both loved and hated her for her… direct approach.

However, not wanting to wait any longer, I put my arms underneath her, my hands cupping her supple flanks while she wrapped her front hooves around my shoulders and straddled my midsection with her rear hooves. The heat of her body was unmistakable in that position, and it was only through pure self-control that I could stop myself from jizzing in my pants right there.

Taking in a deep breath, I pushed myself forward on my chair, and got up. A gasp broke from me as I heaved the mare in front of me, swiftly walking off the balcony and into our apartment.

“Oof,” I huffed as I swiftly traversed our living room, “Could it be that you’ve gotten a bit heavier since last time?”

“Could it be that you’ve just gotten weaker?” Icepick swiftly countered without missing a beat. I had to give it to her, that mare had sass. And ass. Both wonderful things to have on a mare, really.

A few strenuous moments later, and we finally passed through the door into our shared bedroom, and I let out a long, deep gasp as I not-so-gently lowered Icepick onto the reinforced bed. It occurred to me only now that the hand that had been placed on the lower half of her flank as I’d carried her was positively moist. Something told me this wasn’t sweat.

However, I didn’t have much time to contemplate it, as Icepick was quick to remind me that there was something that needed to be taken care of. Not that the raging bulge in my pants wasn’t already enough of a giveaway, really.

“So, you just gonna stare or what?” Icepick nickered, throwing me a glance that indicated that she was getting a little… impatient.

Well, I didn’t need to be told twice. Wasting no time, I went ahead and undid my belt, shortly followed by my button. My pants slipped down, and my manhood sprung free, now only restrained by the cotton of my underpants. I was already in the process of pulling these down, but was cut short as Icepick smirked and in a half-seductive, half-commanding tone, cooed, “Not today~”

What happened next could only be described as supernatural. … Magic, if you will. My heart skipped a beat as I felt two legs wrap themselves around me like the claws of an excavator. Seriously, how in the fuck did she have that kind of strength in her legs!? She was a pony for crying out loud!

However, before I could vocalize my frustration, said excavator claws were already well in the process of dragging me forward and towards the pony they belonged to. Not wanting to fall onto her -that’d probably hurt me more than her- I stretched out my arms and supported myself against the mattress. Icepick opened her legs just wide enough to allow me to roll to the side, out of her grip and onto the generously-sized mattress.

With the agility of a cat -seriously, how could she move a body of that size like this!?- Icepick rolled onto her belly, and got to her hooves, standing on the mattress and looming over me like a harbinger of the apocalypse.

“I wanna be on top today,” she said, softly, but with emphasis, “You cool with that?”

It was a fairly obvious statement; she was on top maybe 90% of the time. She liked it, and I didn’t mind bottoming out, so all was fine. However, I knew that if I would say no now, she’d oblige, and pull back.

Knowing that, it wasn’t hard for me to reciprocate the eye contact, and respond with a curt nod.

I swear the way her eyes briefly began to shine was well worth the bruised rib our last ‘session’ had left me with.

However, that expression of joy was quickly replaced by a different look. A look I’d come to know quite well ever since I’d met her.

No, that moisture on my hand most certainly hadn’t been sweat.

She was turned on now.

And as the smirk; the devilish grin on her face grew, I could feel the smile on my face vanish more and more, replaced by an expression of anticipation… and concern.

The big mare, however, didn’t waste any time in getting started with… whatever she had in mind. The yoga pants still hugging her lower body tightly, she strutted into my direction, closing in on me. The mattress around my body sunk in as she walked around me, her look locking onto the solid tent in my underpants that was showing all the more clearly now that my body was in a horizontal position.

I felt a smirk cross my face. Yeah, she normally liked to start things off with a bit of oral. I wouldn’t complain; after all, she was pretty good at it.

Feeling the bulge in my pants twitch softly, I watched her walk up to me from the side, then lift her legs and step over me, granting me a first-row view of that mighty, juicy, and mighty juicy flank of hers. Her tail, escaping the confines of the yoga pants through a prepared hole, still concealed her bits, but… well, the pants showed off her shapely butt quite nicely. I could feel my member twitch again as my nose picked up a waft of her scent - having just showered, an aura of her shampoo still surrounded her, but even then I could make out that particular musk only she carried.

Meanwhile, Icepick had booped the bulge in my pants with her snout, the mare herself seeming quite eager, if the moist spot in her pants was anything to go by. She swished her tail, gently brushing it over my face, and giving me a quick glimpse of that lovely cameltoe, before leaning her head forward and focusing me through her legs.

That grin on her face, adorable as it was, led me to smile right back at her, and it was only when I noticed her slowly backing up by about a quarter metric foot, and move herself into a seating position, that I realized what she was up to… and felt the smile slip from my face.

Mere split seconds later, my vision was taken over by her butt, and I felt my heart skip a beat as her cheeks touched mine, the mare thankfully lowering herself rather slowly to give me time to-

The air was forced out of my lungs as she let herself drop back onto me, her butt engulfing my face and pressing my head into the soft mattress underneath me. Heat was radiating off her crotch, and her pussy, now right over the bridge of my nose, was soaking her pants up quite noticeably. I gave a groan of disapproval, my hands instinctively coming forth and cupping her supple butt cheeks from behind. But if she cared at all, she didn’t let it show, the mare quite literally melting into me as she readjusted herself into a more comfortable position atop my face.

“Aaah~” I heard her sigh, her voice sounding distant and muffled, “Fuck, I missed that.”

I voiced my disapproval about her just taking over like this, but her crotch seemed to have little to no interest in my opinion.

Instead, I heard the mare atop me give a soft sigh, visibly relaxed. I felt her spread her legs slightly, her hind legs now hanging down on either side of my chest, the mare herself seeming to sit completely upright. At least, that’s what I suspected. Not like I could see much in that second.

However, the sounds of approval coming from Icepick was all the indication I needed to know that she was enjoying this. Hell, I knew she liked being in charge, and if anything, that was the ultimate demonstration. Not that I minded, really.

I could feel her pussy give a slight twitch through the spandex, and gently moved my head as best I could. A reaction came almost instantly, in the shape of Icepick letting out a soft moan, and ever so subtly wiggling her hips from side to side. By now, I was sure, there was a more than noticeable moist spot in my boxers too. But it seemed Icepick wasn’t quite done yet.

Slowly, carefully -say what you will, she did know how to handle that body of hers- she inched her hips forward by a rack unit or two, grinding her butt into my face, her heated pussy brushing over my lips and mouth. A pause, and she pushed herself back again, slowly but steadily getting into a rhythm of grinding herself on my face, and letting out the occasional moan or soft groan.

“Ffffuck,” she hissed sharply, drawing in a sharp breath through her teeth. I wiggled my face from side to side ever so slightly, feeling how the moisture of her pussy was slowly starting to seep through her pants and onto my face.

“I… I’m…” she groaned, “Ffffuck.” suddenly, I felt her topple to the side, and her supple butt lift off me. As much as I appreciated a whiff of fresh air, I was also a bit surprised as to why she had -no pun intended- gotten off early. Normally she always enjoyed riding things out to orgasm.

I raised my head, lifting my arm and wiping the spot of marecum off my face with my sleeve. Icepick was lying on the bed, facing away from me, her butt out in the air, tail lifted aside, revealing a thoroughly soaked spot of spandex.

“You alright?” I inquired, still slightly out of breath.

The mare only huffed in return, seeming a bit worked up herself. Looking at the state her pants were in, I really couldn't blame her.

“Get me out of those,” she commanded, sounding a little breathless. Then, in a lower tone, added, “please.”

I wasn’t about to leave her hanging, so I swiftly pushed myself back up to my knees, and inched my way over to her. Triumphantly, I placed my hands on either side of her plot, my fingers wrapping around the belt line of her yoga pants, and carefully pulling the stretchy fabric down. She had indeed worked up a little bit of a sweat, making it quite challenging to peel her out of the moistened pants. Inch by inch, I wiggled the garment down, over her sizable butt, down along her thighs, and to her hooves, which she briefly lifted to let herself slip out. The pants were discarded, and I found myself looking at arguably the nicest butt I’d seen in my life.

Two juicy cheeks to either side proved to provide sufficient hold for both of my hands, her short, blonde tail was already lifted aside, revealing her dark gray ponut and pussy, the latter of the two already dripping with her juices and creating the tiniest of puddles on the mattress underneath her.

My god I was worried I’d jizz in my pants right there on the spot.

I couldn't contain myself; I didn’t want to hold back. My mind taking the back seat, I felt myself dart forward, hands wrapping themselves around her hips, and face diving into the holy valley between her buttocks. The moan of approval that came from her in return fell on almost deaf ears as I opened my mouth, my eager tongue coming forth and drawing a long, drawn-out lick from her teats all the way up to her dock.

A shudder ran through her legs, her flanks trembling underneath my grip. The second, longer moan that escaped her mouth was all the feedback I needed.

I could hear her draw in a sharp breath through her teeth. “C-could you stop the teasing and just rut me already!?”

I felt myself smirk, running my hands through her fur. “Thirsty aren’t we?”

“Will you shut the hell up and do it!?” she barked into my direction. My smirk persisted, but the throbbing tent in my pants was quick to remind me that I, too, was getting impatient.

Thus, I decided to not waste any more time and crawled forward on the bed, positioning myself in a kneeling position behind her. My pants were shoved down with a quick movement of my right hand and my member, free at last, sprung out, fully erect and ready to serve its duty.

And duty it served. I could feel the mare give the slightest of shivers as my meat came to rest on top of her buttcheeks, her crotch radiating off heat and seeming all too willing to take me in.

Feeling how anticipation got a hold of me, I aligned myself with her readily waiting entrance, only for her to speak up.

“Dude, it’s been three weeks!” she declared, before slowly turning her head and focusing me over her shoulder, “Upstairs.”

I cocked an eyebrow at her. “You sure?”

“Did I fucking stutter?”

“Fair enough,” I responded. She had mentioned that she enjoyed it up the butt sometimes and… really, who was I to say no?

Thus, I inched my member a little further upward until it touched her plush anus, aligning myself with her entrance and looking over her shoulder and at her face.

“You read-” I wanted to ask, but was cut short as the mare bucked her hips backward, impaling herself on my manhood and making her butt collide with my pelvis with a hearty plap. A drawn-out gasp came from the mare, indicating that she had found relief at last.

“Yesssssss~” she hissed as she pressed herself against me, my length entirely swallowed by her anus. She drew in a quick breath, then slowly let herself sink forward again, my member slipping out of her up to the tip, before quickly stopping and pushing herself backward again. This time I coincided by gently inching my own hips forward, making it easier for me to dive into her.

I groaned softly as I bottomed out inside her, her supple hips seeming to engulf mine as our bodies moved in harmony. She felt tight around my length; even tighter than her pussy. It was a feeling quite different from normal, but nonetheless enjoyable. She pulled out a second time, and this time I placed both my hands on either sides of her hips, my fingers cupping her cutie marks and actively pulling her towards me as she was about to inch back again, gaining a slightly surprised gasp from the gray mare.

The rewarding plap I got in return was all I needed to encourage me further - both she and I had tasted blood now, and we weren’t about to stop now.

Groaning together with her, I leaned forward and over her, my hands leaving her hips and wrapping themselves around her barrel as she pushed herself against me again, my member effortlessly slipping into her.

“Ffffuck you’re good,” I couldn't help but to moan as our bodies collided again, the mare sneering confidently. “You’re damn right I am.” she affirmed, although the subtle tension in her voice was all too clearly noticeable.

Once again I backed away from her, letting my member slide out of her just enough to be noticeable, before abruptly forcing myself into her again, this time gaining an uncontained moan as a reward.

“A-aaah~” Icepick voiced her emotions, and from the tension in her voice I could tell she was getting close.

To be fair, the same applied to me. It had been a few weeks since we had last been together, and aside from some… manual relief, I hadn’t gotten any action since. Needless to say, I was pent-up. And something told me, so was she.

I panted, still leaned over her, my head almost touching her back. “One more time?” I panted, feeling the pressure in my nethers grow by the second, my dick engulfed by her warm insides and threatening to erupt like an active volcano any moment now.

“One more time…” she reconfirmed my words, and I could already feel her clench around my member as she took a step forward, my member sliding out of her one final time, ready for the grand finale. She arched her back, her tail swishing against my body, my dick and her anus now only connected by a thin strand of juices.

Then, she took the offensive.

You know, I tend to underestimate the sheer mass that came along with a pony of her size and build. Case in point, when she slammed herself back into me with a not-so-subtle groan, I was quite literally overwhelmed with the sheer force that hit me like a freight train, and promptly found myself losing balance and toppling over backwards, landing on my back. Mere split-seconds later, I felt the force of a hundred kilograms worth of mare landing on top of me, my dick standing proudly in a 90-degree angle and serving as a sufficient means for her to impale herself as she fell back onto me.

A surprisingly high-pitched squeal escaped her muzzle as I bottomed out inside her, her whole weight forcing her down and onto me. I felt the muscles around my dick clench with an ungodly force, pushing me over the edge as well. Gasping for air, my upper body shot upward, body tensing up as I came.

Three weeks of held-back spunk were being released at last, and my dick twitched rhythmically as it fired shot after shot of warm baby batter into her ass.

Icepick, meanwhile, seemed a bit swept up in pleasure. Her legs raised into the air, tail swishing lightly from side to side, she sat on top of me, her mouth open for a drawn-out grown. A rivulet of juices ran down her thighs and onto my legs, letting me know that she, too, was enjoying this just as much as me, and for a few moments, both of us seemed carried away by the pleasure.

However, just like all good things, our combined orgasm was bound to come to an end, and before long I could feel the hilts of pleasure running through my body begin to die down, and my own twitches gradually fade away. Icepick, too, was beginning to wind down, and for a brief moment just sat atop me in silence.

Then, I could hear her let out a relieved sigh, before slowly, and surprisingly carefully, letting herself sink back onto me, lying on top of me with her back on my chest, so that our heads were at about the same height.

More or less instinctively I felt myself wrap my arms around her, if anything to keep her from rolling off me. My dick slipped out of her, releasing three weeks of pent-up spunk onto the bed sheet - we’d have to buy a new one soon.

However, I’d be lying to say that I cared too much in this moment. Feeling Icepick rest herself against me; the heat of her body; the softness of her fur against my skin… really, it filled me with a bliss I didn’t know I’d missed.

And really, deep inside, something told me she was feeling the same.

A few moments passed in absolute silence, with just the two of us gradually catching our breaths.

Then…

“I missed you, not gonna lie.” Icepick confessed after taking a long, deep breath. She turned her head to the side, gently nuzzling the side of my face. Her mane tickled my cheeks. “It’s good to be back~” she spoke softly, and I felt a warm fuzziness fill me out.

“It’s good to have you back,” I countered, gently leaning my head against hers and closing my eyes.

For a few moments, the two of us lay there in absolute silence, broken only by the sounds of crickets chirping outside.

Then…

“Rematch in the shower?”

“You’re on!”

Yes.

Yes, it was good to have her back.