Author's Note

Shout outs to https://www.fimfiction.net/user/119244/shadow+wolf1573 for letting me use Rose. Beware that this chapter contains excessive orgasm and gay horses.

Step 3: Accept Setbacks

Step 3: Accept Setbacks.

For the time being, this would have to become Derpy’s most comfortable place. These next few days- perhaps even weeks- had to be waited out in order to avoid the inevitable hostility that was coming toward him. Silence held sway over the stallion with only the punctuation of his reverberating heartbeat and the shift of blankets around his ears to interrupt it. His hunched position and thick covering of comforters and pillows blot out sound and light effectively as hardened steel armor.

But neither could protect him from the emotional munitions fired from within. He shivered in the stuffy heat of his own wallowing and relented to the unending barrage of fire that rained down on himself. Degrading thoughts screamed through the sky like cruise missiles spitting ominous black smoke. Diatribes against his urges blasted apart his Derpy’s foundations and spit white-hot shrapnel in all directions. The warzone of his heart belched the heavy and corroded fog of violent and destructive combat, poisoning the rest of his body until there was no energy left within. Derpy had sat on his bed wrapped in his safety cocoon ever since Anon had discovered him.

“Helloooooo? Derpy? Mr. Derpy?” Knocks and concerned calls had been coming to his door all morning. The sun rose and beckoned the worried toward him, but he paid none of them any mind. His replacement mailmare would be on duty when he failed to clock in for sorting, anyway. There was no reason to make a fuss.

“Should I just leave this on the stoop then, Mr. Derpy?” Rose, his stand-in for that day, stood there with packages and letters hefted onto her back and a box in her hoof. The unicorn never knew Derpy to sleep in, especially until 12 in the afternoon. She couldn’t help but wonder what was going on, as even when he was struck down with the flu Derpy still managed to write a letter of apology and send it to the office. The chocolate-colored mare was prepared to just leave his things there before a familiar voice made her jump clear out of her skin.

“Any luck?”

“EEK!” She squealed and turned about with a huff to find the Princess herself watching closeby. Strawberry strands of mane dangled over her eyes and jut out from beneath her mail cap before she could regain herself.

“Oh my goodness, your Highness!” Rose bowed quickly for the royal and set aside her package to properly address her better.

“No, I’m sorry to say. I’ve come around 3 times this morning and I haven’t heard a word.” Twilight cocked an eyebrow with pensive gears turning behind her eyes. She glowered at the modest home and ruffled her wings trying to decipher exactly how to solve this issue. Her math had bore out and led to one of her many assumed conclusions. A pleasure for her higher mind, but a negative outcome nonetheless.

“Hm… are you sure he’s home?” Rose shrugged and fiddled with the plastic frames sitting atop her nose.

“He didn’t come in to work today. I assumed.”

“Hm. Now I’m slightly concerned.” Twilight had not figured a complete emotional shut down into her equations. She assumed that rejection might lead to sulking and binging with an openness for reconciliation, but then again that model had only been tested on mares. Just for the sake of effort, she jiggled the handle to Derpy’s front door and found it stiffly locked.

“This is not good…” She mumbled to herself.

“Ya think?” Rose huffed under her breath as the supposedly omnipotent and wise Princess struggled with a damned door. Twilight sharpened her gaze for a moment before letting it be.

“I can take his mail and try to talk with him. He might listen to me.” Rose surrendered reluctantly to the authority before her and set the parcels on the stoop. A small box and two official letters were all that needed to be handed over, but the invisible gift of closure sat heavy atop that paper trio.

“Do you know what’s bothering him?” The unicorn asked.

“I have a hypothesis. But it’s… hard to explain. Rest assured, I’m devoting every ounce of my royal effort in solving the issue.” Rose rolled her eyes at the hoity-toity rhetoric of the smartypants Princess. She had heard that same line in speeches and newspaper articles plenty of times before.

“Sure. Right… good luck with that.” Rose huffed and pulled her heavy mailbag up and over her shoulder to resume her work.

“Better not burn the place down again…” She mumbled under her breath as she left the Princess with an impossible task. Twilight agonized for several seconds over how to best approach the situation. Derpy’s home was small enough that one could be heard from almost any room, but she had her doubts about his responsiveness at the moment. Taking to the air, she clumsily hovered about the windows and tried her best to get a peek on the inside. Her vision was met with drawn curtains and unfurled blinds.

“Derpy? Derpy, are you in there?” She said into one of the unmoving and silent windows. Ears on the inside flicked and stood tall at the sound of an authority’s voice, but they refused to heed the call. Derpy simply pulled his blankets tighter over his head and shut out the efforts to assist. He denied and pressed away any invasion of helping hooves and securing notions. They were no longer for him. Derpy deserved this, in his mind.

“Listen… I just want to help, Derpy. We can talk this through and go over my strategies of recovery. In a week, it’ll be like nothing happened!” She waited for seconds on end for him to say something. Anything. But she was met by the still blinds stirring in the slight winds of the home. Cool breezes ran underneath her wings as she descended back to the ground and puzzled in place. Twilight’s tail flicked side to side as she labored over what she could possibly do.

It wasn’t legally right to remove Derpy from his home and FORCE him to take her treatment, but it wasn’t responsible to abandon him in his time of need either. She was stuck in the awful position of diplomacy between herself and a pony totally beyond reason. The Prince rattled through ideas and concepts in her mind as you strode from behind and went right for the door.

“GAH! Anon?!” She squealed in surprise when your hulking figure trot past her.

“Hey, Purple.” You answered curtly before knocking on the door once again. The constant banging on his property was beginning to upset Derpy and draw anger out of his already strained mind, but the coming noise instantly soothed as much as it burned.

“Derpy? Hey! I didn’t get my mail today, man. You alright?” You called out before Twilight tugged sharply on your shorts with assertive magic.

“Anon! I need you to step back and let me handle this!” Twilight huffed with a bossy tone to her voice that immediately incensed you.

“Hey man. I wanna talk to the guy. Ain’t none of your business.” Ponies had yet to really adjust to your disregard for authority. Naturally, being a human, you hadn’t been raised with the tradition of all-powerful royalty that wielded incredible and profound magical powers. To you, the marshmallow equines around you were still rather inoffensive and harmless creatures one and all, even if some could tear you limb from limb with their minds. Twilight pouted and let her wings flare with a defensive, offended posture.

“This is entirely royal business! I have a friendship issue to solve with Derpy and I need his full cooperation!” You snickered at the adorably grumpy look she gave you, both the coffees in your arm sloshing somewhat when you turned to face her.

“And I have a coffee slash mail issue to solve. So get in line, man.” Twilight was prepared to pull her most compelling card. Her deck was stacked high against you in the first place, given your questionable legal status among the population in Equestria. At any moment she could issue a decree and you’d have no choice but to comply, or face fearsome punishment. Under royal jurisdiction, every pony was but a pawn on the board for a player looming high above.

But your affect was impossible to ignore. Only an instant before Twilight decided to pull you away and prevent you from making the situation worse, the door cracked open to reveal a pearly and dull eye looking through. Silence gripped the scene and the tension drew tight as a crossbow’s deadly string. Derpy looked to his Princess first, then to the human standing just before his door. His immediate reaction was to flinch in fear, but that twitchy response was quite short lived. Like a cornered animal relenting and allowing their fate to consume them, Derpy opened his door for you.

“Thanks, Bud.” Your voice was reassuring as it was terrifying. Twilight watched with bated breath as you defied her and stepped inside the home with the stallion she was trying to help. What on Earth would transpire and how it might end, she couldn’t even guess. That lack of knowing made her terribly uneasy, though she chided herself for thinking the worst first and foremost. The best that the Princess could do was wait and see where this went. She would listen intently for mischief and malice, ready to spring in at any time if you so much as raised a finger against her subject.

You, on the other hand, were there to do some talking. Things had been strange since Derpy left you there in the woods soaking with his… or “her” fluids. Even after brushing your teeth and sleeping late this morning, the stallion’s sweet and savory flavor clung to your mouth. There was no way in Hell that you were letting it go, for clarity was finally upon you. Derpy’s feelings had been laid out bare and ripped away right at the most opportune moment. Chasing it was simply a matter of cornering him.

The grey stallion didn’t seem too eager to deny you that satisfaction. He was draped in a cloak of warm blankets and veiled by a sheet of his messy, golden mane. His home was a devastated landscape of plates and cups scattered wherever they would fit, each one coated with some leftover food or half-filled with cider reserves. Derpy didn’t look at you, as he was blinded by both shame and drooping bangs of woven blankets.

“Come on in Mr. Anon… you know. Just uh… make yourself…” He mumbled weakly and trot as if he were afraid of a great predator. Your presence was clearly making him uneasy, even if it were for the best of intentions.

“You feeling alright, Bud?” You tried to ask gently as possible whilst setting your coffees on the kitchen counter. It too was covered with evidence of binge eating that cleared out every sweet and pastry in Derpy’s home.

“I brought you some coffee. I wasn’t sure what you liked so I just got…” You were torn apart looking at the sulking blob Derpy had become. He squatted on the couch with his back crooked by a painful burden resting on his shoulders. Prey-animal responses dominated both his look and actions in response to your imposing and threatening presence.

“If you’re gonna beat me up, just do it.” He whimpered with his face hidden by his hoof.

“I understand…” You raised your eyebrows at him and knew what you had to do. This kind of thing simply couldn’t stand. It was an insult to all things righteous and sweet in the world. Sad puppies without a home were less miserable than the shape cowering in such self-deprecating and honest misery. Each step you took toward him was a blow against his mind that made the stallion’s entire body twitch and dive further into his protective covering. He was convinced that he deserved punishment, but Derpy still feared reprisal like any normal creature. Your warmth and being came close and lorded over him with such dominance and power that he was reduced to little more than a quivering mess of grey fur and purple blankets.

You took a hoof in your hand and sat next to him, making sure that your side rubbed and pressed against his squishy haunch. Derpy twitched and shivered in your grasp, only slowly coming down from his high of fear when your thumbs stroked gently across his polished hoof.

“Why on Earth would I do that?” You asked in the softest tone you could muster. Granted, your large frame and gripping hands normally put ponies ill at-ease from the sight of them alone. You couldn’t be certain that your calming gestures and assuring words would do anything positive. But you WERE certain that it was better than nothing. Derpy had been so bold as to express himself for you- even it wasn’t entirely truthful and upfront. It would be wrong just to ignore and forget sweet sentiments like that. He dragged his gaze up to yours with a huff and quiver that fought back hot tears pooling in his eyes.

“Because I’m a bad pony! I’m a bad stallion and a bad friend!” He yipped and withdrew his hoof sharply from your touch. Derpy buried himself deep in the folds of his protective cocoon to try and banish your image from his mind.

“I tricked you! I was a- a- a big dummy! I was a big old biddy of a pony!” You had to recoil at the use of such language. For ponies, that was perhaps the most vile and intense condemnation one could throw at another. Short of calling someone a “fatso,” Derpy’s diatribe was the most cutting and punishing thing you’d ever heard come out of an equine mouth.

And you could not let it stand.

Refusing his physical signals and request for abuse, both hands reached out to grab tight to the bundle of fur and feather. The stallion whined and struggled as powerful arms braced around him and yanked him from the sludge-pit his mind had buried every bit of reason in. He pulled and pushed in refusal, he thought himself too dirty and naughty to ever warrant affection again.

“No, no! No, leave me be, Mr. Anon! I don’t-” You heard none of his warnings or pleas and took every bit of resistance in stride. He pressed on your face with hoofs, beat on your chest and flapped his wings to try and escape the truth. You couldn’t blame him, but you also couldn’t stop from feeling his silky fur and compelling warmth.

Both your bodies came close and touched with an infectious draw like magnetism begging to connect two needy stones. Derpy’s wiggles and whines grew hushed and pitifully weak as he was encapsulated by your strength, your warmth and your security. Just as he felt the night before, you were a bastion of safety. Your arms were his armor against intrepidation and doubt. The pounding rhythm of your alien heart were the drums to his righteous march toward happiness. And your texture was heaven incarnate. Your chests touched and his snout went right for the crook of your neck like puzzle pieces naturally melding back together after a long and painful separation.

“Mr. Anon… please…” He huffed and moaned into your shoulder as you squeezed his limp body. Derpy couldn’t convince himself that he was worthy to touch such a man. He had stolen your trust and confidence like a jewel thief in the night making off with precious treasure and callously laughing about it. He had violated you and escaped with cowardly hollers chasing him all the way. Huddling under the influence of your human form then seemed like nothing short of heresy.

“Shhhh… just take it in. Relax.” You commanded him with your voice muffled by his mane. Layers of his blanket shell were peeled away to reveal his bare body to your ministrations. Where the folds and crevices refused to give, you snaked gripping fingers and stroking palms. The stallion became a chubby lump of dough the instant fingernails dragged down his back and scratched away the shingles of fear and discomfort piled high there. Derpy sniffled and vented hot breaths into your shirt, biting it out of emotional distress and twisting himself into a tremendous knot of relief.

This couldn’t be real. He rationalized it a million ways in his mind but every possibility came up short. This feel was too familiar, it was too delicious and perfectly welcoming in all ways. He waited for the moment that his eyes would open and find an empty room, no human to be found and the tail of a dream floating off into nothingness. But again and again, when he huffed your scent and touched your chest, he knew it to be true.

You had forgiven him, somehow.

“Snrrk! …Mr. Anon?” He huffed with hot breaths moistening your neck.

“Yeah?” You answered simply, rubbing slight circles into his back with open hands. Possessive hooves dug into your shoulders like hooks wishing to secure you forever. Derpy was strapped tight as a second skin to your body and leeching off the very energy your soul pumped out around him. Trembles and quivers soon became quieted little wiggles as the stallion fed himself off your presence and delighted in your all-encompassing embrace.

“I’m sorry.” Was all that the stallion could choke out before remorse got the better of him. Human hands could not hold any more securely, yet ambitious fingers tried their very best to do the impossible. Derpy snugged himself deep into your shirt and huffed the comforting scent of a friend he dearly desired. You did the same through his mane and tasted his sugary sweetness and undeniably male form. Some products left over from the night before polluted his amber-colored fluff with ultra-sugary and synthetic aroma that offended your senses. You wanted his familiar taste and were forced to dig right down to his head to find it.

"You don't have to say a thing.” You answered into his skull. The stallion whined at your reply and pulled back to meet your gaze. Just the slightest retracting away from your form felt as if he were ripping the very skin off his belly.

“I just-... I like you, Mr. Anon. I like you like a mare does! But I can’t be a mare for you… I dunno what I’m supposed to do.” A sigh left your lips as both hands came to hold his cheeks. The weight of his shapely and heavy head rested on both palms in a dreamy stasis punctuated by unfocused and needy eyes.

“I wanna make you happy. I wanna be with you! But I can’t. I can’t if we’re both stallions!” If you were a more diplomatic person with better control over your own dryness, perhaps a smile wouldn’t have crossed your lips. A wry and knowing little grin that put Derpy on the back foot in his moment of vulnerability. He stared aghast whilst you had a little laugh at his expense, though he consistently leaned himself into your hands for the satisfaction of their touch.

“Heh. You ponies are a riot, man.” You pulled him into you as a blackhole pulls a star into its inky fold. Powerful, unyielding and hot strength compelled him to meet your lips in a steamy exchange.

“MMP! Nnnph…” Derpy’s eyes widened into saucers of shock before lowering their lids into a deep slumber of delight. Stiffness was blasted apart into sluggish slag that bent Derpy’s spine and made him fold across your broad front. He became a pillow of warm muscle and soft pudge that all ten of your fingers eagerly saw to worshipping and examining. Your hearts were but an inch apart in this position, their proximity such that either one of you could feel the increased pulse of the other. Derpy let go of every inhibition he felt before hand in favor of mashing his lips to yours.

That sensation, that warmth and that unreal satisfaction were just too good. He had tasted them the night before, but now he was getting another helping of the precious nectar. You barely had to move in order to melt him down into a helpless and wiggly mess of gripping limbs and adorable noises. His soft and rubbery lips mushed and molded and suckled on your mouth in greedy nibbles. The stallion explored every facet of your body with his sensitive and mobile lips. Such a simple action in concept, but the kiss was made complicated through your interactions. Derpy pressed and pulled and twisted himself about on you in a wild effort to take in any last bit of information he missed the night before.

The passion was clear, as tongues were yet to tangle. Half of his enjoyment was being held so safe in such strong arms. Kissing and slurping and slobbering on you until his spittle slathered your chin and ran down your neck was only the hot cream atop the wonderful pie of cuddling. He yipped into your mouth and squealed quietly as both hands gripped his wide hips and satiated his desperate need to be touched. He had been so alone and so confused for so long that there was simply no way to stop him from losing his simple mind then and there.

“Sllp, sllrp, hhmf! Hmmmph! Nnnaaahn!” He groaned and broke the contact with a sticky flourish that left a thick strand of drool between both your mouths.

“Mmmwauh! Hah!” He gasped and sucked for breath whilst staring into your cocky expression. What was for him a swirling void of confusing arousal and neediness was a well-understood and beautiful process for you. His eyes were derped beyond believe, as it seemed both were now thrown out of focus and twitching all around.

“Hah- hhn! Y- you- we-”

“Shhhh…” You coaxed him with a nuzzle against his neck that quickly evolved into dangerous nibbles. Sharp incisors and gnarly canines pulled at the twitching and quivering network of delicate pipes and thick channels hidden just beneath his thin layer of silky soft and warm skin. He whined and curled his neck to meet the contours of your face perfectly as a mask.

“I know, Derpy. I feel the same way.” You confided in him sacred information that put him into a strange ease. He couldn’t be happier to hear you return his sentiments, but he simultaneously couldn’t imagine how this could be.

“But we’re-” You silenced him with a long and considerate lick that dragged hot and sticky wetness from his collar bone straight up to his cheek. The stallion stopped his unreasonable protests and rewarded you with the sweetest moan an equine could make.

“Relax, Chief. Just take it easy. Do what feels natural.” You welcomed him to your body with a loosening grip. He was free to move as he needed, free to adjust and find his proper roost on you. Derpy took his time to peel away, as even when sitting in the lap of another stallion he was VERY comfortable. Your spread however, demanded he satisfy his long-ignored needs. Blinded by steamy affection and driven mad by satisfaction, the sad-sack stallion bent and wiggled and nestled himself around to try and discover what position gave him the most delightful feedback.

Sooner than later, the very most wonderful combination was found. He ground himself into you with his back pressed to your chest and butt sat squarely in your lap. His legs kicked away the blanket he had used to hide his shame, for there wasn’t an ounce of emotion in him that wasn’t pure bliss. You leaned back into the couch and wrapped both arms about his barrel to keep the comfy stallion firmly locked into his cushy, grinding and tight embrace.

It was infuriating as it was intoxicatingly cute, as Derpy’s warm assets pressed against the thin fabric of your intrusive shorts. The soft and rubbery seal of his asshole kissed and suckled on your groin just as readily as his mouth did on your face, albeit with a much more musky and lurid touch. Placed right on your burgeoning erection, his soft and ultra-hot flesh simply begged to be penetrated and taken for a wild ride. It didn’t help that he was submitting so readily for you and simply grinding his wide ass against you.

“Unf, that’s how you like it, eh?” You grunted into his ear and listened to the stallion lather himself with your love. Derpy’s belly was so full with butterflies and fiery heat that he couldn’t sit still. Manly weight pressed and jabbed and humped his backside and shot hot spires of lightning through him. Things he had never felt before were somehow so wonderfully right and encouraging, like eating or sleeping. Feeling you try to breed him fruitlessly and hold him close like he were a precious treasure triggered things dormant in his mind. The submissive and girly portions of his being came to life and made him a soft pillow ready and willing to pleasure a stronger male. He couldn’t put it into words, but his insides squeezed and kneaded at the nothingness within him to try and communicate just what he needed.

“Aaahng… this- this feels… so weird. But it feels good! Hff, is this how stallions make foals?” You laughed again and squeezed his chest tight. Every fiber of your being was being put into not ravishing his ass then and there with the same furiously pent-up need he was suffering from. Your eyes caught the black spire jutting from his hips and standing tall in the air. Chubby thighs complimented the thick and veiny shaft of ebony quite well and made it stand out all the more readily in the room. It was then that his raunchy scent hit your nose, like masculine sweat and needy sweetness combined. His cocktail of thick pheromones and smooth movements screamed out in obvious language what Derpy desired.

A service you were more than willing to provide.

Capable fingers wrapped about the base of his prick and squeezed the monumental thickness therein. Of course, the very instant your fingers made contact with his sensitive genitals, Derpy nearly had a heart attack.

“GHK- aahng! NNF! ANON! That’s my- OH!” Derpy kicked his legs and flared his wings in a panicked stimulation. The voice you had known for so long reached new levels of strained, high-pitched cries when the firm flesh between your fingers was squished and tugged and pulled with only minimal strength. He was sensitive as a joystick and so easily influenced, you thought him more of a puppet than a living pony.

“Mmph, that feel good, Derpy? You like it?” You asked as he pushed against your arm with a desperate hoof. He wasn’t sure what he was feeling in that moment, as it was so incredibly intense. He was shocked that the slightest little grip on him was enough to inspire such a reaction. Normally when he was hard like this, he did his best to ignore his bobbing erection and try not to touch anything with it. A foot-long penis on a 3-foot pony was inconvenient at best and a social nightmare waiting to happen at worst. Given how clumsy he could be, Derpy always feared it would knock things over or get caught in a tree.

But now? Now he was very happy to have this size. He could feel you marvel at him and just how girthy he was in both thickness and length. Your fingers could just about close around the very base of his standing rod, though the more they squeezed the easier that became. Strokes and slight tickles went up and down his shaft as your fingers danced across him and explored his body. You stared down from above and watched him struggle with you, for it was clear that this was a virgin pleasure for Derpy. Just touching him turned both eyes into rolling orbs that simultaneously spun lazily backwards into his head.

“Haaaaaaahng…” Derpy wrapped his hooves about the arm braced across his chest in total trust of your abilities. Fires raged in his belly and churning oceans of desire sloshed in his heavy nuts. The stallion had to fight in order to watch you jerk and slide over his cock in such pleasurable and fluid motions. Human hands had never handled pony maleness before, so this was a momentous occasion worthy of celebration. You took it slow, just trying to feel him out and give him an introduction to the sacred hand-job.

“I’ll take that as a ‘yes.’” You kissed his cheek and moved from his base to his rubbery ring. The slight hill squished and squirked against your hand as the raining lubricration of pre-cum oozed down Derpy’s rounded shaft. Matte black very slowly morphed into a polished ebony as you spread around his sticky cream and turned his penis into a steamy spire of throbbing pleasure. Veins inflated and pulsed with strained desire finally coming to a climatic head under your influence. Gasps and groans and desperate breaths were flying from his mouth and reacting dynamically to the times you stopped at his middle and twisted your grip to further decimate his composure.

“Annnnnnnon…” He gasped and pushed back into your with his heavy backside like a mare in heat. Feeling you touch and squish against his soft and chubby pucker made the rivers of fire flowing through him spit hot and satisfied embers high into the air time and time again. Especially with your pace increasing and the lewd noises filling his home, Derpy was quickly becoming intoxicated and loopy off the musky atmosphere of the exchange.

“Fwip, fwip, fwip, slack- slrp!” Wet droplets were flung off his cock as your pace increased. Smeared marks of gooey pre-cum made the going all the easier as things rolled further and further along. Your hand slurped from top to bottom in fluid and easy motions that worshiped each inch of Derpy’s pride. You stopped just below his flaring head before plunging back down to his thick base. A powerful grip squeezed the pulsing veins criss-crossing his girth and fired shock waves through his body. Shot-gun blasts of pleasure were making him helplessly wiggly and needy for your love, each wave of delight adding more furious heat to melt his mind. He couldn’t even think as you worked him like this. His mind could only exist in intervals of a few seconds, as each moment was shockingly better than the last.

His pleasure climbed higher and higher on every stroke. You brought him such intense and unreal sensations that he couldn’t hardly do anything other than grasp and groan and silently beg for mercy.

“MMPH- RRPH! ANON- GUH! I feel so funny!” He huffed and moaned your name in an almost pained volume of crushing pleasure. The stallion’s head rolled back and covered your vision with a veil of his sweet mane to conceal the finer details of your work. Still, even as he bucked upwards and bred the air around you two, the wet slides and harsh jerks didn’t stop. He needed to be expended and relieved, not played with. Your hand was a machine jerking back and forth at a blurred pace that stole away both his inexperience and hunger for climax.

Geysers inside of Derpy were welling up and screaming with escaping pressure. His heavy and dark balls churned and gurgled with an enormous load stored up for years on end for this very moment. Orgasm hit him like a titanic bomb destroying a helpless city that stood no chance against it, the blast alone rocketing throughout the young stallion in fluid waves hellbent on sucking away his reason and ability to think.

“Easy, Chief! I gotcha, just-”

“EEK!!!” Derpy’s very first jet of hot and creamy batter launched from his flaring end with a thickness so incredibly dense and aggressive it almost seemed like an arrow was shot out rather than seed. Hot lines of alabaster fired far across the room and crossed into the nearby kitchen a full 3 yards away. Your eyes widened as the stallion’s cock became a firehouse of ridiculous output that demanded you control it.

“JESUS.” You huffed in surprise as one goopy blast after another tumbled out of the flabbergasted stallion. He rolled in your arms and bit his lip in the backlash of thick ropes stretching his prick from the sheer volume alone. Flaring veins and passageways expressed the delightful and musky load in bolts so straight and pressurized they could punch through drywall. Derpy orgasmed with force rarely seen outside of dangerous weaponry purpose-built for warfare and combat. It was hard to believe that the sharp tremors and almost mechanical twitches hopping in his cock were simply from his intense pleasure, rather than a hydraulic mechanism that could easily shatter your hand if you weren’t respectful of its power.

“You just- oh shit! Okay? Still going!” 15 seconds of endless, constant orgasm would drain any normal stallion surely as a river drying under the sun. But Derpy’s years of missing relief and never feeling a mare’s touch left him pumped to the brim with excess. You simply gave it the proper outlet for escape through stroking and squeezing and pleasuring the poor stallion so well. Derpy himself had long since retired from being a lively and aware figure in favor of a new life as a pillow. He was lifeless and staring into the heavens with an expression so bereft of cognition you worried maybe he squirt his brains out as well.

“Is it ever gonna stop?!” You grunted and felt the burn of exhaustion in your arm one the 30th second of uninterrupted and wild orgasm. Derpy turned his coffee table into a syrupy mess of strewn dishes and fresh cum, his kitchen counter on the other side of the room subjected to a paint job in much the same style. He must’ve lost 5 pounds in that one release, his testes shrank down to a normal-sized set of plump orbs hanging low in his warm and sweaty sack. You had not only blasted 20 years of strain away, but taken his cherry along the way.

His very first climax was in your hands, in your lap, in your care. Derpy was in a blissful state of absolute confusion he wished could last until the end of all time. Melding with you and watching your magic, trained hands work him like this was a treat that tasted sweeter than any divine nectar. He smiled ear to ear and licked on your chin as the very last squirts and bubbles of frothing, messy seed splattered down onto his legs and messied the couch below you both. Even you were panting by the end of it all and tasting the excessive flavor of horse seed in the air. Windows fogged up into glassy and impenetrable barriers from the warm and sludgy air condensing down into a heavy fog across them.

Burning hands fell to the side in the wake of this explosive climax, yet Derpy couldn’t let you get away. He turned himself about in your lap in sluggish grunts and giggles before kissing you once more with satisfaction hanging heavy on his breath. Your eyes met his skewed peepers the moment before a syrupy and sticky contact was made between your huffing and puffing lips. A half-hard horse cock pushed and nudged against your belly as it rapidly softened and painted you with the unique mark of a pleased stallion wishing to keep their favorite herd-mate around.

“Anon, mmph! I can’t even- that was so wonderful!” He struggled to find the words when staring into your eyes and feeling the very touch of your soul. Giggles were just about all he could let out when you wrapped both arms about his barrel and squeezed him tight.

“It was pretty righteous, yeah.” You added, standing up with stallion in tow. He struggled somewhat when you hoisted him into your grasp with such startling ease, but sooner than later Derpy was more relaxed than a kitten with their mother.

“Now then. Am I gonna hear about you being a big sad-sack anymore?” You asked from millimeters away. Derpy shook his head emphatically and allowed himself to be carried off toward his bedroom. Or at least what you assumed to be his bedroom. Following the scattered trail of ice cream boxes and cookie crumbs gave you a pretty good idea which door led to his private nest.

“Am I gonna have to worry about you?” Derpy shook his head again with his smile widening in glee.

“Good. Now you oughta’ get some rest. I don’t think I’ve ever seen a stallion do that.” He huffed and relented when you set him on his bed, the blanket stolen away replaced by a spare thrown callously across the floor. He was tucked in like a well-behaved child who was clearly decimated from their busy day. Derpy whimpered when you touched and nestled him into place, his comfort seemingly at maximum when you saw to it. He stared at you all the while and invited you in for one last kiss before you presumably left him to get some proper sleep.

“We can do that again? Right, Mr. Anon?” You snickered and ran fingers through his mane in careful combs of warm intent.

“Why don’t you come by my place tomorrow and I’ll show you how stallions get along?” If his heart were a drum, its wild beat would’ve deafened you. His chest heaved and thumped with the rhythm of unfathomable, wild joy. He somehow knew that his human love would make all things clear. There were hiccups, for sure. But it was finally coming to fruition. Derpy was swimming in his excitement as it pooled in his heart, yet a night spent weeping and an afternoon spent cumming had left him unable to see it through. He gave you a lick on the nose to show his last affection before submitting to his body’s needs.

“I wanna do that, Mr. Anon.” His very last words were more a huff than a statement, allowing you to slink away and let him do what came naturally. You yourself were left at full mast, but a lack of fulfillment was the least of your concerns. Things were now rolling in the proper direction and soon to be repaired into an acceptable state. Soon, Derpy and you would be right where you belonged.

But first you would need to find a way to remove a gallon of hot sperm from the living room floor. And the countertops. And portions of the ceiling.