A Gust of Gusto

by Some Leech

Rating: mature
Tags: Zephyr Breeze, Romance, Anon, Porn, Fetish, Comedy, Sex, Profanity, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, Human
Length: 5504

Looking for love, yet failing to have much luck, Anon gets some help from an unexpected source...

Being whisked off to a land of friendly and magical horsies wasn't a fun experience, for Anon, but failing to find somepony interested in him made matters all the more difficult. Time and again, he'd tried to woo the colorful and pleasant equines of Ponyville but, alas, his efforts were in vain. It was only when Fluttershy decided to set him up on a blind date did his luck finally turn...

Kinks Include: Subverted Expectations, Male on Male, Anal, Interspecies, Kissing, a Creampie, and a Liberal Dash of Confusion

Artwork by CBTwilight

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Published 2020-05-20 20:40:02 UTC
Last updated 2020-05-20 20:40:02 UTC

And a Stiff Breeze

Anon twiddles his thumbs, as he sat alone at a table within the Hayburger restaurant. It sure as hell wasn’t his first choice for a romantic blind date, although Ponyville wasn’t exactly brimming with options. He’d been more than reluctant to even try such a foolish thing, honestly, but Fluttershy had damn near insisted he give it a shot.

It wasn’t like he’d ever considered something so harebrained, before winding up in magical horse land. Back on earth, his living conditions had been - shall we say - less than ideal. Most of his friends had gotten decent jobs or love interests, his family had little to do with him, and he was stuck working for a shitty retail joint for well over a year - all told, he’d been in a very protracted rut.

Waking up in Equestria, after a hedonistic night of gaming and binging on junk food, he’d done his damnedest to make a new life for himself - sure, he’d lost everything and everyone he’d ever known, but that did little to deter him. After taking a job at the town hall in Ponyville, he’d gotten a modest apartment, started making friends, and even tried courting a few of the pastel equines; sadly, things hadn’t worked out well for him.

Despite being cheerful and sympathetic of his plight, not a single one seemed romantically interested in him. Time after time, mare after mare, he’d been shot down. It wasn’t like he’d ever planned on trying to court a small quadruped before, yet fate had given him few alternatives. After being rejected time and again, he eventually got some help from an unlikely source.

Fluttershy was one of the kindest, most soft spoken creatures Anon had ever encountered. She tended to a small animal sanctuary outside of town, worked part-time at the School of Friendship, and was the legendary Element of Kindness. Somewhere along the line, she’d taken note of his plight and offered the idea of the blind date. With little else to lose, he relented - after all, if there was one pony he knew he could trust, it was her.

The demure pegasus swore she knew the perfect pony for him, promising that things would go swimmingly. Giving him a week’s notice, she told him to await her and her friend at the Hayburger on Friday evening at seven PM. When the day had finally arrived, he’d donned his best attire - a polo and some slacks Rarity had fashioned for him - and boldly strode off to meet his destiny.

Well - maybe not boldly strode off. Even though he’d had several days to prepare himself, Anon was nervous as all get-out. Checking a wall-mounted clock for the umpteenth time, he wiped his palms on his pants. Even if things didn’t end up going well, it’s not like he would have lost much from the endeavor.

A buttery yellow figure stepped through the door, drawing his attention towards the entrance. To his surprise, it was none other than Fluttershy herself. Once she spotted him, the seemingly timid little pegasus made a beeline to his table, with a small satchel slung around her neck, smiling and amiably waving a wing as she went.

“I’m so, so glad you could make it, Anon,” she practically whispered, beaming up at him. Looking him up and down, appraising him from head to toe, she nodded her approval. “You look just dapper in your little human getup.”

“Thanks,” Anon responded, anxiously rubbing the back of his neck. “I...I gotta admit, I’m a little nervous,” he sputtered, stating the obvious.

“Now now, don’t you worry a hair on your head. Your date is just outside; they’re very forward, but don’t let that bother you too much. Just be yourself and everything will work out just fine,” Fluttershy quietly commented. Gently patting his leg, offering some level of consolement, she started. “I almost forgot, I got you a little something for tonight,” she continued, digging into her shoulder bag. Retrieving a bottle of apple brandy, she set the gift on the table. “It’s their favorite and I figured it might help you both relax a bit.”

“Thanks Flutters,” Anon sighed, inspecting the bottle. He’d never been much of a drinker, although having something to soothe his tattered nerves probably couldn’t hurt matters.

“Alright, you sit right there. I’ll show them in,” she quietly instructed, turning and leisurely trotting towards the exit.

Anon waited in silence, with his eyes glued on the door. Seconds ticked by, then a minute or two, as he sat mute. Just when he began to worry that something may be amiss, a figure stepped inside. His jaw practically hit the floor, as he gazed upon what had to be the most gorgeous mare he’d ever seen.

Markedly taller than most ponies he’d seen, excluding the Princesses, the pegasus’ coat was a wonderful shade of aquamarine. Flowing over her face, partially obscuring her countenance, a lustrous mane of pale gold matched her equally luxurious tail. Anon thought the cherry on top was the quartet of teal leggings she wore, but he was mistaken. As the mare looked in his direction, flipping the hair from her face, butterflies formed in his stomach.

A pair of brilliant cerise eyes peered over at him, set above a cheeky grin. It was only when the mare began strolling towards him did he remember to breathe. Pushing himself up, Anon took a shaky step over to greet her. He only had one chance to make a decent first impression and he’d be damned if he was going to fuck it up.

“Zephyr?” Anon asked, forcing a small smile.

“Well well well - aren’t you a tall drink of water!” the pegasus remarked, lazily strutting around the man. “Mmmm. Flutter said you were a big one and she wasn’t joking.” Her voice, slightly effeminate and energetic, was like a lilting sonnet to his ears.

As the pony came back to his front, Anon gulped and gestured to the table. “You want to sit? I know this place doesn’t have the biggest menu or anything, but the food is pretty good.”

Zephyr shrugged and smirked up at the man. “I was gonna say we just get something to go and head back to my place.”

Anon’s heart skipped a beat, utterly thrown off by the brazen assertion. Regardless of how forward the mare seemed, he didn’t want to botch his chances with her. Pulling a chair out for his date, he hastily seated himself. “Oh yeah, Fluttershy said this was your favorite,” he croaked, nudging the brandy.

“Heck yes it is!” Zephyr bleated, scooping the bottle up in one wing. A conspiratorial look crossed the pony’s face, as she squinted over at him. “She hasn’t said anything too bad about me, has she?”

“Oh no no! She spoke nothing but kind words about you!” Anon clarified, waving a hand to dispel her concern. “Hell, I wouldn’t be here if she hadn’t suggested it!”

“Me neither,” the pegasus sighed, hopping into the chair. “I don’t normally get dolled up for these sorts of things, and I’ve never been on a blind date before, but she insisted I meet you.”

“Well I’m glad you were willing to meet Ponyville’s resident alien,” Anon laughed, flagging down a server. “Can’t say I’ve had much luck on the romantic scene around here.”

“Yeah, me neither,” Zephyr muttered, looking away. “Didn’t really help that Fluttery suggested the getup. Honestly, I felt a little silly coming out like this,” she weakly chuckled, looking down at her stocking covered foreleg.

“Why?” Anon balked, rearing back slightly.

“It’s just not something I’d normally wear…” the pony murmured.

“Not sure if it counts for much, but I think you look great,” the man asserted.

“You think so?” Zephyr countered, raising an eyebrow in surprise.

“Sure do. Nothing wrong with getting prettied up a little bit - especially if it’s for a date,” Anon commented. Before he could continue, the waitress he’d spotted made her way over to them. “I’ll have a caesar salad and a…” he trailed off, turning his attention over to his date.

“That’ll work for me too,” the pegasus chimed in.

“And a pair of glasses and two waters please,” Anon hastily added, glancing at the bottle of spirits.

The Hayburger, while a family friendly establishment, wasn’t opposed to customers having a social drink or two, so long as they brought their own alcoholic beverage and didn’t get out of hand. Giving the pair a nod, the server quickly retrieved a pitcher of water and two sets of glasses for them. After pulling two of the empty tumblers over to himself, the man started fiddling with the corked bottle.

“So,” Anon began, pouring two fingers of the caramel colored beverage for them, “what do you do for a living?”

“I’m a hairdresser! Live and work in Cloudsdale, but I’ll occasionally travel for clients,” the pony replied. Taking one of the proffered drinks with her wing, she took a sip. “What about yourself?”

“I work for Mayor Mare at the town hall. It’s not a bad gig, since I mostly run errands and stuff,” Anon explained, testing the brandy. To his surprise, it was strikingly smooth and none too strong.

In short order, the two were chatting along without a care in the world. Though the booze had been brought to smooth over their meeting, it was hardly needed; each only had two modest glasses of the drink over the course of an hour. Before they knew it, they’d finished their light meal and were presented with the bill.

“I’ll get it,” Anon blurted, snatching up the check.

“Cute, tall, and a charmer! I gotta say, you really check all the right boxes,” Zephyr smugly uttered.

“You’re pretty easy on the eyes yourself,” Anon countered, emboldened by the pegasus’ compliment. Having barely made a dent in their liquor, an idea began to coalesce. “You want to come back to my place? Maybe keep this conversation going?”

“Would I?!” the pony exclaimed, the blink of an eye before regaining composure. “I...I mean, sure, why not.”

Anon could scarcely believe his ears. Grinning like an idiot, he pushed himself away from the table, got to his feet, and stepped to the pegasus’ side. Offering her a hand, he smiled down at her. Not only were things going far better than he could have ever dreamt, but he was about to bring the mare home with him!

Taking her wing in his hand, he watched her get to her hooves. For the second time that afternoon, he was stricken by just how tall she was; whereas most ponies’ heads only came up to his hip, Zephyr reached his abdomen. Feeling the feathers in his gentle grip, he strode towards the counter with the mare in tow.

After paying for their meal, the pair walked out into the cool evening air. The sun had just begun to dip over the horizon, casting amber hues over the duo. As they strolled along, with the pony trailing slightly behind Anon, a contented hum drifted to the man’s ears. Much to his shock, as he looked over his shoulder, he found the mare studying his behind.

The realization that he was being ogled fanned the flames of Anon’s growing interest in her, leaving his eyes to wander towards the pony’s rump; given how lanky his date was, her posterior was still relatively shapely. Easily comparable to a human woman’s, from what he could see, he found the sight more than a little appealing. His attention and slowed pace didn’t go unnoticed, eliciting a giggle from the pegasus.

“Yeah, it is pretty nice, isn’t it?” Zephyr proudly noted, reaching back to massage one ham. “Between you and me,” she furtively added, waving him closer, “I think a lot of mares are jealous of it.”

The admission did little to quell Anon’s interest, as he knelt down beside her. Bringing his face level to hers, he gazed deeply into her eyes. Witty, self assured, and downright gorgeous, he couldn’t picture a more perfect pony to spend the evening with. Warring with himself, trying to figure out if he should make a move, his indecision was solved for him.

“I can’t speak for you, but I wouldn’t mind getting a better look at what you’ve got hidden under those clothes,” Zephyr purred, bringing her face a hair’s breadth from his.

Anon damn near swooned, as the pony leaned in and pecked his cheek. Before he could react, something gave his tush a squeeze. It took him a second to realize the pegasus had copped a feathered feel. Compelled to retaliate, spurred by his growing desires, he acted on impulse.

Wrapping one hand around the mare’s head, he locked lips with the pony. His bold move was quickly rewarded, as the pegasus reciprocated. Closing her eyes, Zephyr passionately made out with him. The sensation of her tongue worming into his mouth, the feeling of her mane through his fingers, and the delicate aroma of mint tickling his nostrils, caused a stirring in his loins.

“Come on,” the mare whispered, having pulled away, “let’s get back to your place.”

Eagerly nodding, with his pulse going a mile a minute, Anon stood and continued on his way. Walking significantly faster than he had been, with his quadrupedal companion keeping pace, it only took him a scant few minutes to reach his door. Just as he undid the lock and let himself inside, a firm smack on his backside made him yelp.

“So…” Zephyr whispered, trotting in and peering up at him, “where’s that bedroom of yours?”

Anon’s jaw flapped for a moment, as he processed the inquiry. There was no doubt about it; as unexpected as it was, he was about to get some action from one of Equestria’s denizens. Swallowing hard and steeling his resolve, he pointed to a short hallway leading from the living room.

“First door on the left. I...I’m gonna freshen up real quick,” he stammered, bolting towards the restroom.

Fleeing into the bathroom and closing the door, Anon gave himself a moment to regain composure. There he was, standing in the lavatory of his apartment, with an exceedingly eager mare waiting in his bedroom for some lovin’. Acting quickly, spotting his night robe hanging on the wall, he opted for a speedy shower.

Washing up and drying off, spritzing himself with some of his finest cologne, he donned his robe. After giving himself one final look in the mirror, he nodded. After months of trying and failing to bed a pony, the time had finally come. Doing what he could to quash his apprehension, he strutted to his bedroom and threw the door open - what awaited him was the stuff of wet dreams.

“There you are,” Zephyr softly greeted, looking towards the entrance. “And here I was worried that you’d gotten lost…”

Lying on her back, with her wings slightly outstretched, the pegasus held her hind legs in the air. With her behind angled nearly perfectly towards the door, Anon was treated to an unabashed glimpse of her dark turquoise pucker. Her forelegs were folded to either side of her delightfully flat and fluffy chest, as she smiled over at him.

Anon couldn’t remember the last time he’d seen something so hot before. Maybe it was because the pony was so forward, or perhaps it was due to the scandalous pose he’d found her in, but his manhood took note regardless. Looking her over, drinking in every glorious inch of her supple flesh, her thighs slowly parted - when they did, time stood still.

His expectations of spying a meaty and succulent marehood were destroyed outright, as a pair of weighty nuts and a semi-flaccid stallionhood flopped between the pony’s hind legs. Staring at the equipment, trying to make sense of the situation, his body’s response was woefully delayed. Without even realizing it, the front of his robe fell open.

Zephyr’s eyes went wide, as he peered at the man’s crotch. “...Huh…”

“Huh?” Anon parroted, jared from his stupor.

“Didn’t realize human mares have such a weird looking set of goods,” the pony continued, cocking his head to the side.

“I’m a guy!” Anon blurted, finally dragging his eyes from the pegasus’ nethers.

“A guy? Why would Fluttershy set me up with…” Zephyr trailed off, as a look of dread crossed his face.

“So, wait a minute,” Anon huffed, frustratedly pinching the bridge of his nose. “Fluttershy set you up on a date with me and she failed to mention I was a dude?”

“She didn’t mention much of anything!” the pegasus attested, closing his legs and rolling to the side. “All she told me was that she knew someone who’d be interested in going on a date!”

“I…” Anon caught himself, replaying the conversations he’d had with the buttery colored mare. As far as he could remember, she’d never expressly mentioned the sex or gender of his would-be date. Knitting his brow, understanding that he’d been acting on an assumption, he sighed.

“Dang it!” Zephyr angrily groaned, frustratedly getting to his hooves. “And here I was thinking I’d finally gotten lucky enough to meet my special somepony; but nooooo life won’t give poor ‘ol Zeph a break!”

“How do you think I feel? I’ve been stuck here for close to a year and I still haven’t hit it off with anyone!” Anon grunted. Closing his robe and crossing his arms over his chest, he stomped over to the bed.

“Things were going so well too,” the pegasus grumbled, seating himself at the end of the mattress. “You didn’t push me away, we had a really nice dinner, you brought me back to your house, and I thought you were cute,” he moaned, before hurriedly looking up at him. “N...not that I think you look bad now or anything, I just figured you were a girl…”

Easing himself down beside the pony, Anon’s shoulders wilted. “Don’t feel bad. Hell, I thought you were a really pretty mare,” he honestly responded, his dreams of meeting an attractive and captivating lady horse having been thoroughly shattered.

“And that kiss! Sweet Celestia - I may not have shown it, but that made me weak in the knees!” Zephyr continued, a blush creeping over his cheeks.

“Y...yeah, that was pretty hot,” Anon weakly laughed, his manhood giving the most subtle twitch.

The two sat in silence, each wrestling with their thoughts. It went unspoken that they’d genuinely enjoyed their time with one another, having had fun on their little dinner date, and they’d each been more than ready to cross the interspecies line. Unsure of how to proceed, with their hopes dashed, they looked to one another.

“I guess it wasn’t all bad, I got to meet somepony w...with a…” Anon faltered, desperately trying to dredge forth the willpower to continue, “cute ass who knows what it’s like to be turned down.”

Zephyr’s ears perked up and his back straightened slightly. “You still think it looks nice, even though I’m a stallion?” he asked, a note of surprise in his voice.

“M...maybe,” the man reluctantly mumbled, averting his gaze and grappling with his formerly secure heterosexuality.

Truth be told, the moment he’d discovered that Zephyr was male, something had fractured. Beyond the revelation that the pegasus was male, everything else had been great - no, better than great; it’d been nearly perfect. Was the fact that he’d successfully flirted with a sapient equine any better or worse than if he’d courted someone of the same sex? The sensation of something brushing against his thigh drew his attention back to his guest.

“Well, I mean, it is a pretty nice tush, if I do say so myself,” Zephyr sheepishly admitted, leaning back and turning his behind towards the man.

The presented backside certainly looked soft and warm, but there was only one way to tell. Slowly extending one quaking hand, Anon reached for the graciously presented pillowy bun. Looking to the pony’s face, seeing that the stallion made no move to flee or resist, he took the plunge.

Gently caressing the shapely rump, his palm warmed by the velveteen fur beneath his fingers, he shuddered; it felt even better than he could have imagined. A shiver coursed through the pony’s leg, as his digits sunk into one supple glute. Glancing up to the stallion’s face, he paused.

“S...sorry, not really used to the whole hands thing,” Zephyr sputtered, his blush darkening. As the man released his grip, he hesitantly waved a hoof. “You don’t - Um - h...have to stop…”

Inspired and curious, his inhibitions losing ground with every passing second, Anon’s hand drifted lower. As his digits wandered towards the cleft between the pegasus’ cheeks, his pointer grazed against something sublimely warm and remarkably smooth. In a flash, he came to grips with what he was feeling; he’d inadvertently stumbled upon the silken pucker he’d spied mere minutes before.

Tracing around the donut-like perimeter, sensing Zephyr tremble slightly, something magical happened. A barely audible whimper of what was undeniably pleasure escaped the stallion. The sound struck Anon like a gong, sending his pulse racing and causing his manhood to harden. Filled with lustful zeal, he slowly sank one digit into the taut hole.

Zephyr gasped, as the man’s finger wormed into him. Though he fidgeted a bit, enwrapt by the foreign sensations accosting him, he didn’t budge. Gnawing his lip, as if fighting to contain his voice, he peeked up at the man with silent, pleading eyes.

Determined to push the envelope, fueled by the lecherous look the stallion gave him, Anon sank a second finger into the pony’s behind. Steadily, tenderly, the pair of digits crept deeper, until they pressed against something hard and strikingly hot within the pegasus’ depths. Pushing against the strange spot, cautiously kneading it, Zephyr unleashed a whorish moan.

Anon was so surprised by the outburst that he almost failed to notice the gobbet of pre-cum oozing from his date’s turgid length of stallionhood - almost. Peering down at the rigid horse cock, he inspected the organ; maybe slightly longer than his own, yet less girthy, their sizes weren’t too far departed. It made sense, in a way, given he was comparable in mass to the winged equine.

“Don’t s...stare at it,” Zephyr whined, ineffectually bucking into his palm.

“Does it really feel that good?” Anon asked, genuinely curious and unceasing in his ministrations.

The pony kept his mouth shut, despite his quivering lower lip and rosy cheeks. Keenly aware of the ache at his groin, as his dick practically begging with him for attention, something clicked into place. Sitting straight and clearing his throat, he withdrew his hand.

“You wanna…” he murmured, glancing between the pony’s face and his crotch.

The stallion’s indecisiveness was plain to see, as the pegasus seemingly struggled with making a decision. Sluggishly pushing himself up into a seated position, he peered down at the man’s rock-hard tool. Finally, after what felt like an eternity of silence, he peered up to Anon’s face.

“O...only if we’re not looking at each other. That’d be…w...weird,” he stammered.

Nodding, Anon crawled up the bed. Resting his back against the headboard, he kicked his legs down the mattress’ length. Given the condition for the impending deed, there were only so many options afforded him. He could have proposed going for a doggy style arrangement, though giving the stallion some modicum of control was probably for the best.

He was left to assume that the stallion had little if any experience with bedding males, considering the awkward epiphany they’d both shared - as such, he wanted to make the situation as comfortable as possible. Hell, it wasn’t like he’d ever thought about fucking a guy before - then again, a year ago, he’d have laughed off the notion of plowing a pony.

Anon sat mute, watching the Zephyr get to his hooves. Standing on the bed, sluggishly backing up towards him, his eyes locked on the stallion’s behind. As the pony grew nearer, his tail lifted and swung to the side, affording him a picture perfect view. Spying the winking, pronounced pucker, a sudden realization struck him.

“Wait,” he blurted, hastily leaning over and grabbing a bottle of lotion from his night stand. Squirting some of the cream on his hand, he smeared some of the slick substance along his throbbing shaft. It probably wouldn’t work as well as proper lubricant, but it was better than nothing.

Getting into position, standing between the man’s splayed legs, Zephyr looked over his shoulder. Slowly, carefully, he lowered his lower half. Gently grabbing his partner’s waist, guiding the pony’s descent, Anon broke into a cold sweat. As the stallion’s rump sank to his groin, the tip of his manhood kissed the pegasus’ entrance and his hips reflexively bucked.

The all-too-sudden penetration caused Zephyr to start and lose his balance, sending him crashing onto the man’s lap. Abruptly finding his tool entombed within the hot and spectacularly snug confines of the stallion’s posterior, Anon sharply inhaled. The two froze, each wrapping their heads around what had just happened.

With the tender pucker ineffectually clenching around the base of his tool, Anon closed his eyes and savored the sensation. It felt far, far better than he could have ever imagined, giving him a moment for pause. The pegasus’ wings fitfully twitched against his chest, dragging him from his unexpected reverie.

“You ok?” he asked, tilting his head to the side.

“Y...Yeah,” Zephyr sputtered, glancing back at him. “It feels k...kinda weird, I guess?”

Squirming in place, adjusting to the intrusion, the pegasus’ pillowy backside wiggled against Anon’s hips and upper thighs. Positioned as he was, in some semblance of a squatted position, the pony held most of the control - most, but not all. A pair of long, strong arms wrapped around his chest, causing him to flinch.

“I’m gonna start moving now - ok?” Anon meekly inquired, his carnal desires overriding his hesitation.

Unwilling or unable to voice a reply, Zephyr simply nodded - as he did, his body lurched upward with the man’s first thrust. As the vascular length within him ground against his prostate, an effeminate whimper escaped him. The first plunge was followed by a second, then a third - before he knew it, he was rhythmically bouncing on the biped’s lap.

Taking his time, railing against the urge to move faster, Anon’s willpower was pushed to its very limit. One hand gently caressed it’s way up and down the stallion’s chest and abdomen, allowing his fingers to glide through Zephyr’s soft fur, while the other supported the pony’s rump. The soft breaths of his partner were more captivating than he cared to admit, but they paled in comparison to the sublime sensation around his shaft.

He was no virgin, but he’d never tried anal before. Far tighter than any snatch he’d ever found himself in, he did his best to get his quadrupedal companion warmed up. As the seconds flew by, something smack against the back of his hand. Blindly groping for whatever it was, his fingers wrapped around a velvety length of flesh.

Gingerly stroking the stallionhood in his grasp, Anon told himself it was solely for Zephyr’s enjoyment; but that was only a half truth - in actuality, as he heard the pony’s voice raise an octave, his lust soared to new heights. Fixating on the pegasus’ face, he relished the blissful expression he found there.

“Don’t - Huff - Don’t stop…” Zephyr rasped, lending his own efforts to the heated affair.

Bucking his hips, steadily meeting the man’s thrusts, the stallion grew increasingly energetic. Anon endured, although he was dealing with a growing problem. The more enthusiastic the pegasus became, the harder it was to deal with the feathered appendages in his face; they’d been cute at first, but having them slap against his cheeks and shoulders quickly became an unwanted distraction.

It was only when a pinion brushed against his eye, causing him to flinch, did he decide to take action. Releasing his grip of the stallionhood, he brought his hand lower. Grabbing hold of Zephyr’s thighs, testing the pony’s heft, he set a hastily laid plan into motion. With a titanic heave, he lifted and repositioned the impaled pegasus.

A startled squeak was all the stallion could muster, as he was shifted into the equivalent of a seated princess carry. One of Anon’s arms cradled his back, while the other was firmly wrapped around his lower thighs. Effectively immobilized, his only means of retaliation was to milk the invader plumbing his depths.

Though it was hard to believe, Zephyr looked even cuter in their newfound arrangement. Holding the pegasus to his chest, while continuing to plow him from below, Anon was treated to a shameless view of the freely bobbing pillar of stallionhood. Pre-cum glistened along the shaft, smeared over the satiny skin by his fingers mere moments ago, reminding him that he’d left that part of the pony neglected.

He couldn’t tell how long they’d been going at it, but soon the telltale signs of imminent release were upon him. Judging from Zephyr’s quivering thighs, muted whimpers of delight, and the way his tool periodically slapped against his chest and belly, he had to assume the pegasus was close to his limit. Stricken by divine inspiration, having simultaneously sundered his heterosexuality and breached the interspecies line, he threw his inhibitions to the wind and leaned in.

Zephyr moaned into Anon’s mouth, as the two passionately made out. Though he couldn’t see it, something hot and wet splashed over his chest and chin. He had little doubt that he’d been painted by the stallion’s essence, but it did little to detract from the ardent moment. Thrusting one final time, hilting himself deep into the stallion in his arms, he tipped over the edge.

Whether it was the marish groaning of unfettered rapture, the vice-like grip on his member, or the fact that he’d brought his partner to finish, Anon couldn’t say - regardless of exactly which element finished him off, he climaxed all the same. Screwing his eyes closed, relishing the stallion’s full, pouting lips, and tongue, they rode out their ecstasy with one another.

It was only a matter of time before Anon retracted his head, allowing him to take a lungful of air. As he’d suspected, portions of him were coated in thick, viscous foal batter, but he couldn’t care less. Some part of him regretted not impulsively tending to Zephyr as they peaked, though that moment had passed.

Locked together, the passage of time seemed to dilate. As the post-coitus stupor washed over them, eclipsing the adrenaline of their impassioned deed, the pair remained silent. Breathing heavily, Anon gazed down upon his partner’s heavily lidded eyes.

In one fleeting moment, as the two peered at one another, something passed between them - sadly, it was all too brief. The man moved, carefully hauling the pegasus from his softening length. Setting Zephyr beside himself, he shuffled over to give the pony a bit of room. Staring blankly at the ceiling, processing what he’d just done, Anon tried and failed to think of what to say.

He’d just gotten laid with a pony - and a stallion, no less. A seemingly endless string of questions sprang to his mind. Were he and Zephyr dating now? Could he still consider himself straight? Why did he cum just as he’d started to make out with the stallion? Awash in a sea of maddening thoughts, something warm and soft snapped him from his daze.

Turning his head to the side, spying the stallion snuggling against his chest, a small smirk greeted Anon’s lips. Blasting through the maelstrom of angst, utterly abolishing any apprehension or potential misgivings for what he’d done, a beaming ray of hope shone through. Regardless of Zephyr’s sex or species, the two had enjoyed each other’s company - so much so that they’d wound up sharing a bed.

Even if the pair were tired, a little sore, and sullied with spunk, neither made a move. A shower would be in short order, although that could wait for a few more minutes - for now, neither had any intention of breaking the quiet contentment they shared. Brushing the mane from Zephyr’s face, Anon was treated once again to the stallion’s bewitching eyes. Sweet stars above, he could get lost in those glittering cerise orbs.

Wrapping his arm around the stallion, as a wing pulled him closer, he realized his concerns with the matter were all trivial. He’d had a fun evening, gone on a successful date, and done the do with an Equestrian resident. In the end, there was only one question which occupied his mind - whether or not he and Zephyr would continue seeing one another, only time would tell…