A Heaping Spoonful of Peanut Butter

Twilight Velvet lay across the couch, looking on bemused at the dog Night Light had bought her just a few birthdays ago. The dog was initially bought to help her get over the pain of losing her two foals, who at this point having moved out and became a Princess and co-ruler of a newly formed kingdom respectively could hardly be called foals. Although over the past few weeks ‘Winter’, as she had named him, had become the subject, or rather the fascination of an entirely different kind of hole in life.

To put it bluntly her sex life when Shining and Twilight were younger was virtually nonexistent, she still loved her husband and he still loved her, and they’d still occasionally have a good roll in the hay, otherwise her younger foal wouldn’t have came into existence, but it was never anything like how they behaved when they were younger, what was once a daily romp of kinky love making gradualy became weekly, and then monthly, all the while feeling far less kinky, or quite frankly sensual than their last secession. When she was busy raising two lovely foals this wasn’t too much of a problem, in fact not having her husband try to poke her flank at every other opportunity proved to be quite the relief for the first few years, but now, foalless, she had naively expected to re-adopt the old habits of her youth, only to be severely disproportionate as her and her husband’s bedroom activities hardly changed. If she asked she knew he’d happily take her, but he lacked the enthusiasm and stamina of his youth, and the fact that she even had to ask in the first place was major turn off for the mare.

This all changed one night merely a few weeks ago, when to her absolute delight she thought her husband had decided to surprise her. She lay in bed sound asleep, until she woke up suddenly, only to feel a big sloppy wet tongue run across her sensitive clit. She was initially a bit confused at first, but nonetheless moaning in pleasure as what she thought was her husband eagerly took long licks at her quickly moistening pussy. She moaned out his name as she felt the ‘stallion’s’ broad tongue hungrily lick away at her pussy like he hadn’t had a good meal in months, his hot breath rapidly and erratically exciting her heating folds. It wasn’t the tongue itself, although don’t get her wrong that definitely helped, but by far the main thing getting her off was the spontaneity of the whole thing, and the clear enthusiasm of the ‘colt’ between her hindlegs, who lapped away at her marehood far more like the handsome young colt who she had met so many years ago, rather than the increasingly impotent stallion she had birthed foals to.

She lay there for a good few minutes with her ‘husband’ happily eating away at her desperate sex, licking every inch of her pussy as if it was the sweetest nectar known to ‘stallion’ or beast, her eyes still closed as she moaned words of encouragement to her ‘husband.’ Of course this couldn’t last forever, eventually she felt a claw digging into her haunches, followed by the soft pads of what could only be a paw. Springing up in surprise at the ‘thing’ between her rump she quickly pulled back the covers only to reveal, not her husband, but Winter, his wet tongue panting as he looked up at his mistress with a big goofy grin on his muzzle. Needless to say Velvet screamed, scolding the dog as she shooed it from the bed. Shocked at his mistresses suddenly erratic change in emotion Winter scurried back to the safety of his bed.

Lying on her bed, hyperventilating lightly Velvet’s mind burst with a dozen different thoughts, a dozen different questions, until soon after calming down her husband trotted in, completely oblivious. Night Light, coming back from the toilet, wrapped his forelegs around Velvet’s barral, kissing behind her ear, before exclaiming that he loved her and falling back to sleep, leaving Velvet with quite a lot to think about as she lay there, looking on at the dog who, to her horror, had just ate her out with more enthusiasm than her husband had in years.

The next night Velvet asked her husband if he could eat her out, he of course smiled at her, kissing her on the cheek lovingly before descending down towards her marehood, she even got to ride his cock afterwards, and while she thoroughly enjoyed herself, it wasn’t the same. Winter ate her out because he was hungry, hungry for pussy, more specifically hungry for her pussy, and she didn’t have to ask, nor did he think of asking her, he just got to work with primal enthusiasm, Night Light not only had to be asked to even touch her, but when he did so he did it almost mechanically, as if he was just going through the motions for her, rather than making love to her.

Winter in many ways reminded her of Night Light when he was younger, when they were younger. She thought back to how he’d mount her as she did the dishes, how he’d wrestle with her only to pin her down and make passionate love to her at anytime, anywhere, as long as they were together. He was totally unpredictable, constantly biting, piniching, groping, or just simply tackling her without question, and she loved it, he knew she loved it, but no stallion had done such a thing with her without her having to bargain with them for years, that was until Winter. By Celestia she knew that it was wrong, perverted, sick, disgusting even, but with each passing day that she looked at that dog all she could think about was her Night Light, her handsome, young, virile Night Light, who didn’t have to be asked to show his mare the time of her life.

After a few long days of shamefully lusting after Winter her husband announced that he was away on a quick visit to see a few of his friends at one of their houses in Manehattan, for some silly poker game that he’d no doubt lose a good few hundred bits in worth of booze and wasted bets, but she could worry about that later. Just before leaving he told her that he’d be away for at least 5 days, possibly as much as 10, depending on how things went, or ‘how fast he lost his bits’ she thought to herself.

At first she was extremely hesitant to even look at Winter, as if laying her eyes on him would somehow sully her sense of self respect and scare her with shame for the rest of her life, but she was desperate, and she knew it, she couldn’t last 5, 10 days alone with such a potent reminder of the young colt she fell in love with just sitting there. She started out small, raising her tail at him, rubbing his sleath affectionately, eventually even going as far as pressing, and rubbing her marehood against his snout when he wouldn’t cooperate, but to her disappointment nothing seemed to work, other than a few confused licks he didn't seem to be in the mood. She knew what she was doing was wrong, she was essentially raping an animal for Celestia’s sake, but she couldn’t get that night out of her mind, and with Night Light gone all she could think about was their youth, which inevitably lead her back to more perverted thoughts about Winter.

Her willpower broke on day 6. She got a letter back from Night Light stating that he was broke and in need of money to get back home, with ‘I love you sweetie! Be back soon.’ hastily, no, drunkenly scribbled at the end of the letter. She didn’t mind him going out with his friends and wasting a few bits, they could afford it, and a stallion was due his week or two off with a few good friends, but having spent the whole week lusting after Winter shamefully realising how desperate she was for any affection this stung, it stung hard. His letter didn’t make her angry per say, but it stung deep. Stuffing a check for 200 bits back into the envelope and a quick letter of her own Velvet closed the envelope, having finally decided what she must do. Hopefully the bits would deter him for a day or two longer, she still loved him, she loved that stallion so, so deeply, with all of her heart, she bared two foals to him. She felt a few tears run down her eye as she thought about him, but she couldn’t deny that as much as she loved that stallion something essential had been missing from their relationship for years now, and it was only over the past few weeks that she had begun to realise just how much it had been tearing away at her. She’d have to sort things out with him when he got home, but right now she needed this, she had needed it for years.