Early that Hearth's Warming morning, about thirteen years before their move to Shire Lanka, Snap Shutter slid out of bed. His fiancée, Mane Allgood, snored softly. His hooves hit the hotel's carpet and he gritted his teeth against the cold. That always took a second to get used to! Who put Hearth's Warming in the middle of winter, honestly?
Well, at least they were in civilization for a change, instead of in a tent in a jungle somewhere for the holiday. He donned his slouch hat and shuffled out of the room and down to the hotel's lobby. He indulged himself on the waffles, fresh fruit, and oatmeal at the breakfast buffet. A hot breakfast, more than anything—at least along with the newspapers—always made returning to Equestria from the wilderness so wonderful.
He would let Mane sleep in. It was Hearth's Warming, and her parents weren't expecting them until lunchtime.
"More coffee, sir?" asked a hotel pony.
"Good on ya, mate."
He drank several cups of coffee while reading four different newspapers.
After a few hours, the hotel ponies began breaking down the buffet. Snap looked up, then at the clock. "Sweet Celestia's slippers!" He'd really let time get away from him! He piled melon slices, two muffins, and some cold cereal and milk onto a tray, grabbed a second mug of coffee, and hurried back to the room with the tray for Mane.
Slowly, quietly, he pushed the door shut with a hoof and lowered the tray to the table near the window. He hung his hat on the top of a chair.
"Good morning," came a sleepy voice from under the covers.
"I didn't mean t'wake ya, love," Snap replied
"I've been awake for a while. Happy Hearth's Warming."
"Happy Hearth's warming. I brought you some breakfast, if you're hungry."
"I'm ravenous," Mane said, and the sheets rustled as she shifted beneath them.
"Great! It's all still hot. They were breaking down the buffet, though, so I won't be able to get you seconds."
Her hooves moved the sheets down to her upper chest, and she peeked up at him with a smile.
Snap cocked his head to the side. "Did you brush your hair? You look pretty well put together for somepony who's been asleep for ten hours."
With a kick of her rear legs, the bedclothes were off the foot of the bed and onto the floor. She lay on her back, wings spread across the bed, and her hips splayed wide, exposing her slick and bright-red pussy to him. Black stockings were on her rear legs, and hooked to a black garter belt circled around her slim waist.
"I've been awake for hours," she said, "wondering where my breakfast was. I'm very hungry."
"Ohhhh....." Snap said, and felt a sudden warmth burgeoning under his barrel as his sheath began to fill. "Your breakfast will get cold."
"Keep me warm, then."
His head swam, just a little bit. That was—why was that? It wasn't like they hadn't been dating for years, hadn't had sex umpteen-bazillion times before. The stockings were certainly nice, no doubt about that, the sheer black silk covering her muscular rear legs, going up toward the dripping hot wetness of her slit, her clit winking in and out at him. Her chest swelled and relaxed with her breathing, her wings unfurled in invitation, the smell of her—
"You're in heat," he said, recognizing the smell.
She bit her lip and nodded slightly.
"You'll get pregnant." He shook his head slightly, her musk in his nose and fuzzing his brain. The sheets, her pheromones had been concentrated under the sheets, and when she kicked them off, the room...
She smiled, still biting her lip.
"Is that—I don't—" he said.
Mane looked at him. "We're engaged, and this year we'll be in Canterlot for the teaching sabbatical. I can't carry a foal while we're off in the jungle. This is our best chance. Our only chance, maybe."
He nodded. "I love ya, hun."
"You too. If you don't... don't want..."
Snap put his forelegs up on the bed, and lowered his nose until it was a few inches from her welcoming marehood. He sniffed, closing his eyes, enjoying her bouquet like somepony with a glass of the finest vintage. Her scent was heady, floral but also with hints of perhaps sage or thyme, and his head spun. His cock throbbed, every heartbeat bringing it another fraction of an inch from his sheath as it hardened and his balls clenched tight up against his belly.
He breathed out, and his warm breath played across her dripping entrance and engorged clit. She squirmed against the bed and arched her back as her channel clenched, clenched, aching for him to fill it with his massive cock. She felt her wetness soaking the short fuzz of her coat that surrounded her pussy, covering her mound and her dock. She flamed for him, her slit tingling where his breath touched her waiting pussy lips.
Would he—they'd talked about this, but this was a surprise, she'd gone into heat a few weeks early, and she'd noticed her state only when she woke up that morning with Snap already out of the bed and off to his breakfast. Her body, previously so hot from the covers and the anticipation and the excitement turned cold as she feared that he would—
Snap's tongue met her pussylips, right at the bottom of her slit, slid into her, and he dragged it up, slowly, collecting the rich juices of her heat and tasting them, savoring them, the flavor that came so rarely and yet was the best he could remember. His tongue pushed in, into her channel and his lips met her pussylips as he sucked and probed. He lifted himself fully onto the bed, his cock now fully erect and throbbing. He raised his tail to let the cool air of the hotel room across his flaming balls, which absolutely ached as her estrus hormones made their way into his bloodstream and overwhelmed his senses.
"Snaaaaap..." she moaned, and arched her back more, forcing her hips down, grinding against his face as he ate her. Her clit brushed his upper lip and she felt an explosion of sensation race across her body, her legs and wings spasming and her belly clenching. Her pussy clamped down on his tongue, where he was poked deep up inside her, and her tail flicked against his chin. His lips moved up, clamping around her clit, and his tongue pressed against it just as it winked out of its hood.
"Oh Celestia!" Mane cried, and her forelegs reached down and pressed his face into her snatch even harder. Her muscles all clenched, her asshole clamping so tight that her tail went stiff, and the muscles around her womb rippling as her body's instincts tried to pull his seed deeper inside her, even though he hadn't even mounted her yet, but those muscles' spasms were something unlike she'd ever felt before, sheer bliss as her body told her this was so right, what she wanted so badly.
Snap closed his eyes and pressed his tongue against her clit again, circling around and around the hot nub as it hardened. He brushed his teeth against it, ever so gently, and she gasped and moaned again. His cock throbbed painfully where it was trapped between his belly and the bed, aching to be part of the action, and every heartbeat—and his heart raced—pulsing through it with a mixture of pain and pleasant anticipation. His forelegs snaked under her legs, the silk of the stockings wonderfully soft against his coat, and he lifted her hips up an extra inch so the he could change the angle, and poked his tongue enver deeper into her, as deep as he could, and then he pulled his head up and away with a slurp.
"Ya taste great, love. I've never tasted you quite like this bef—"
Her forehooves reached down again and smashed his face back to her pussy. "Less talking, more eating."
He did as she commanded, licking and sucking, swallowing her flows as they grew copious, beginning to squirt into his mouth as she rose toward an orgasm.
"Snap! I'm going to come! Stick it in, stick it in, get inside me quick!"
Snap's eyes went wide. Get inside me quick? He'd never been quick into her in their entire relationship. He was one heck of a big stallion, and she was a fairly slim mare. It usually took several minutes for her pussy to adjust enough to get his full size into her.
Well, let it never be said he didn't try to follow directions! Snap pushed up to all fours and crawled forward, careful of her wings, and kissed her. She kissed back, her tongue desperately licking her own juices from his cheeks as he positioned his hips. Some sixth sense guided him, the throbbing tip of his massively hard cock finding her hot and dripping entrance without the slightest error.
"Yes!" she whispered. Mane opened her eyes and stared into his as they kissed. She pushed her tongue into his mouth, finding his, pulling it into her mouth as she sucked, tasting the flows of her own heat on her beloved's lips and tongue, the sharpness of her juices shocking her. He pussy flamed with need and the muscles in her abdomen clenched and clenched again as her womb throbbed and her channel tightened, desperate for his massive cock and his hot seed, her body screaming at the deepest levels of instinct for him to fill her up. He teased her, the tip of his shaft pressing against her entrance. She shimmied her hips left and right, inching her butt down the bed, and taking him in a tiny fraction of a inch more.
"All right, love, here it comes..." Snap said, preparing to slowly work his way into her tight canal.
She wrapped her silk-stockinged rear legs around his powerfully muscled ass and pulled, slamming him in, hilting his massive length and girth in a split second.
Her back arched and she moaned, moaned not in pain but in pleasure as he filled her, her pussy so ready that she could take him in a single thrust and demand more. He tried to pull back but her legs clamped tighter, holding him in, his pubic bone grinding against her clit, his balls pressed tight against her winking and pulsing asshole, and his flared tip slammed tight against the end of her canal, pressing against her aching and ready womb.
With a clench, her pussy clamped tight around his shaft as her entire body shuddered. She squirted and squirted again, soaking him, soaking herself, soaking the bedsheets and the mattress beneath, leaving a mess that would later require a fifteen-bit tip for the housekeepers. Mane's spasming legs pulled him even tighter against her as her pussy tugged on his cock, trying to bring him even deeper. Her wings wrapped around him and her forelegs clenched around his withers, pulling his full weight down onto her body as she shook, the biggest orgasm of her entire life pressing down upon her as her vision went dark and her entire consciousness focused on her pussy and her womb as she clenched and clenched again and then she felt him beginning to pull out, pull back, she tried to pull him back in, but he was too strong!
And then, with this cock all the way out, her pussylips just barely touching his tip, her entire soul crying out to be refilled, a feeling of desolation coming over her without his tremendous size deep inside her hungry need—
He slammed his hips forward.
He split open her tight canal again and slammed fully forward, hilting once more, and she screamed, loud enough to hear three rooms down, it was a good thing it was getting toward late morning and probably nopony in the hotel was still asleep, and his cock filled her, the feeling so wonderful as her orgasm returned, she squirted again and clamped down on him. He pulled back, the forlornness as he left her pussy empty offset by the friction against the sensitive spot on the top of her vagina which was starting to tingle as a different sort of orgasm seemed to be building inside her and then Oh! Oh Celestia! He slammed forward again, his tip smashing against her womb and his balls pressed against her asshole once more.
"You feel amazing," she said.
"You've never been so wet, or so hot," he said. "Crickey."
"Flip me over and pound me!"
Snap pulled out of her, his cock positively dripping her juices onto the sheets, and he inched down to the end of the bed. Mane flipped over, raising her rump into the air and planting her chin and forelegs flat.
She slowly raised her tail out of the way, exposing her red and soaking-wet treasure for him to finish off.
Snap simply looked at her for a moment, feeling the tingling on his cock from her hot juices, infused with the estrus-magic and her pheromones. He'd never felt anything like this before—they'd been together almost two years, but they'd used condoms through her past estrus cycles, their lives in the wilderness being too dangerous to risk a pregnancy.
This—this was amazing. His balls burned, pain filling them as they swelled in response to her signals, so ready to empty themselves into her womb and truly show her his deepest possible love...
"Are you coming?" she asked, with a sashay of her hips and a flick of her tail.
He hopped up and mounted her, his forelegs just behind her wings and pressing tight against her ribs. "I really do love ya, Sheila."
"You too."
He smiled and inched his rear hooves forward just enough to press his tip against her entrance again. Snap stood a little taller, so that his cock angled down, and he pressed himself in. The huge flare on his tip rubbed against her g-spot as he drove in and buried himself, and she moaned. Her pussy clamped tight, and his balls slapped against her clit as he hilted.
"Rut me senseless," she said. "Fill my womb."
He pulled out and felt his cock tingling as her wetness soaked deeper into his skin, his balls ached like he'd been kicked under the tail, and then he slammed home again, his tip bottoming out against her womb once more.
Mane buried her face into a pillow and clamped it tight with her forelegs, moaning into it to avoid waking the last of the hotel's other guests. His huge cock rubbed against her g-spot with every thrust as he filled and refilled her channel with his girth. The tingles spread across her body, like being dipped in liquid fire, and her belly pulsed continuously as her pussy tried to pull him in and her womb throbbed for him. He fucked, rutting her faster and faster as her pussy flamed and a second orgasm hit her, her visioning blackening again, her pussy clamping tight, her asshole clenching and her tail beating against his left flank as her wings flared high, and then oh! He was biting her ear, tugging, pulling her backward as he pushed himself even deeper, deeper, hitting her so hard and so deep and then fire as he filled her. His teeth released her ear and he shouted, grunting wordlessly. The sticky, hot mess went everywhere as he filled her up and just kept pumping, the slapping sounds of skin-on-skin turning into wet splats and he thrust again and again, filling her more and more full as his balls clenched where they pressed against her clit.
He pulled halfway out and then slammed his hips forward one last time, and then they just held still. His cock pulsed and his balls rode high, tight against his belly, his his balls emptying and their pain receding as he filled her with the biggest load of his life, spurt after spurt.
His seed dripped out of her, from around his cock, splatting against the wet sheets. He stared under his barrel at the white load, thinking happily, I'm gonna be a dad. She's gonna be the mother of my foal.
They could only hear their own panting and their heartbeats as they came down from the best orgasms either of them would ever have in their lives.
Her rear legs collapsed and she fell prone on the bed, his cock popping out of her with a splort.
He flopped to his side, next to her. They stretched their necks and kissed.
"I love ya, Mane."
"Oh... oh, you too," she said as her eyes closed.
His hoof reached up, and rested on her wing.
"Love," Mane repeated. "We're going to love this foal so much."
"You'll be six moons pregnant at the wedding," he mused.
"Good. Everypony there will see how much we love each other. They'll know it's real."
They kissed again, and dozed off. When they awoke, they took a shower, washing each other, and then Mane settled down to the breakfast on the tray he had brought up from the hotel lobby.
After her first bite of melon, she looked at him and said, "Well... I guess I'm eating for two, aren't I?"
"We can try again tonight, just to be sure."
She smiled at him, and he smiled back.
Author's Note
Constructive comments are always welcome!
