Author's Note

Shout outs to ShadowWolf for his help. Couldn't have done it without him. I hope it pleases you all.
Contains: Aggressive Oral Sex, Anal fingering and Anal sex and implied Voyeurism.

Step 4: Strike Hot Iron

Step 4: Strike Hot Iron

Dressed in your best looking, casual clothes and waiting throughout the evening for a pony was surprisingly stressful. Naturally there wasn’t a hint of worry on your face or in your actions, but that twinge of doubt in your heart was still there. Derpy had yet to show up when the sun began to dip below the horizon and light the sky ablaze with brilliant colors. Your rather cozy home was scrubbed clean and made neat as a pin for his arrival despite the fact you know for certain he wouldn’t care.

Derpy was latched tight like a leech feeding off human energy, but there was still a concern for optics. In a way you wanted to impress him with your tidiness and not appear like a slob carelessly slinging trash and clothes wherever they wished. It took hours to make the place sparkle and for each little knick-knack Derpy had bought you to be properly set in place for maximum exposure.

The many hats you had gotten were all piled onto the same rak, as were hanging scarves and socks. Leather bands crossed over your wrists and a necklace of a bronze tear-drop hung from your neck, each one personally chosen by the grey pudge. Even the bags of coffee and the custom candies were set out on the counter in a starkly visible manner so he would see your appreciation for his efforts.

Dressing and gussying up the house most likely wasn’t worth the effort given the “things” you planned for tonight. If anything, Derpy would be too excited and giddy to pay half a mind to the jewelry on you. But that’s what anticipation had commanded of your time. The longer he took to come knocking at your front door, the more intrepid and skittish you became. Thusly, when real knocks rattled the oaken barrier the pressure of your blood soared. Rivers of life morphed into screaming rapids of violence churning through your body like a mad pump of brash excitement.

One last inspection was all you needed to confirm everything was right. Collared shirt, shorts sans-belt for easy removal, styled hair with minimal product- everything seemed in order. All that was left was to welcome him into your home and let nature take its course. Embarrassingly, the grip you took on the door knob was tight enough to cut the blood flow to your fingers and directly transfer the rattling terror taking over you.

Derpy, likewise, was shaken to his core. He stood out in the open in his work uniform, trousers and shirt and hat all whimpering in the moments before things got serious. He breathed deeply to try and calm himself, but there was no such success in relieving the fires burning within his very soul. Derpy knew you would show him nothing short of a wonderful time, but that was all he knew. What was going to happen, how and what things he would learn were all total mysteries to the ignorant stallion.

After his and your last “exchange,” his mind had been racing with wild and depraved thoughts. Neither of you had seen each other since that incident and neither of you could banish the thoughts from your mind. Derpy especially, for the stallion never knew the sensation of climax before you showed it to him. When he closed his eyes he could still feel your weight, your strength and that thumping beat of a human heart against his back. Warmth of a real and powerful man kept his wings fluttering and bushy all morning and throughout the workday. Nasty thoughts of your body and what mysteries your clothes concealed swirled between the memories of addresses and quotas and mail-room drama had was normally so used to.

Most startling of all was his constant erection. Since he had woken up groggy and satisfied from your treatment, his hefty shaft showed no mercy. It remained at the very least half-inflated with excited eagerness and throbbed with painful need at its worst. Derpy considered skipping work and finding where you were hiding, at times. The sheer agony of his desire was such that the stallion found himself pressing and grinding his hoof against the intrusive bulge just to try and force that bubbling soup of lust back into himself.

Even now, when the pegasus was flooded with a confusing sort of excitement that saturated his thoughts with dread, his penis was simply begging to get free of his khaki shorts and show off just how proud and well-bred he was. Derpy’s eyes shifted quickly from side to side over the gifts he had brought you, chocolate and flowers were all he could imagine an affectionate other would want. Mares apparently enjoyed these things, but whatever stallions wanted he couldn’t say. Especially a human stallion.

The door cracked open and showered him with that familiar scent of human masculinity that built up in your home. Billows of that raw and savory taste made his body tremble and his tail lift in a most suggestive and vulnerable fashion. Never had the stallion felt so small, yet so precious. He was going where no pony had ever gone before. Not only that, but he was invited specially to come and be with you. Derpy alone was the pony that had earned his place in your good graces. When you revealed yourself and cast such a welcoming smile down on him, the stallion could only try and swallow the bowling ball in his throat.

“Those for me?” You asked coyly, making Derpy stumble and spit over his words.

“I- ehm- yes! Yes, but it’s okay if you don’t want ‘em. I don’t know what stallions like from their colt-friends. OH! I’m sorry! Did I say ‘colt-friend?’ I didn’t mean it like that! We don’t have to be-” Silencing him was the very best option. Taking hold of his shirt with hungry fingers, you pulled the stammering horse into your lair for a debauched and wild night. Dense and squishy as he might’ve been, the pony’s mass couldn’t fight your power. He slid on hooves still smoothed and polished from his manicures into a beartrap hug that lifted him off the floor.

“HLK! Mhn!” Hooves just barely held tight to his gifts before letting them fall where they would. Derpy exchanged a box and flower stems for two steady hocks of warm and powerful human flesh. He wiggled somewhat in your grasp before settling himself right into your slow rhythm. The trap had been sprung so quick that Derpy had to pull himself back to reality before he could properly take in and enjoy the feel of a man’s overwhelming touch.

But when he did, he bathed in ecstasy.

“I love chocolate.” You said simply, the words muffled through the billowing gold of his mane. Fingers migrated down to hold him by the thighs, and allow him the most movement possible in that position. Each chubby hock of pony leg molded between your fingers and created gloves of grey warmth that simply begged to be felt and worshiped for their brilliant shape. The naturally gourd-like shape of his body fit snugly against your own fit and healthy shape like the incompatible bodies were truly manufactured for one another. Tight tolerances didn’t allow for a single bit of air between your bellies or chests so the vacuum of sticky affection could bind the both of you together. Of course, that was aided by the stallion’s ultra-clingy grip on you with all 4 hooves flexing to pinch and grab the ruffles of your shirt.

“Haaahn…” Derpy huffed into your shirt with an aggressive burying of his snout. The soft and rubbery end pressed and nudged into your shoulder and neck with smearing and kissing forces trying to suck in every last particle of your delightful scent. He took nothing for granted, the texture and weight and aroma of human masculinity simply too rich and decadent to ignore. Draws of deep breath pulled cool air over your skin and made you quiver, only for hot exhalations to quickly warm and wet the area with Derpy’s heated desire. You returned that favor as best you could with kisses and sniffs and huffs against his rotund head.

While you two got to know one another more intimately, your hands immediately encountered something insidiously wretched among the tangling limbs. Soft flesh and even softer fur was shrouded beneath an itchy and rough canvas greedily trying to protect some false pretense of decency. Your brow furrowed upon feeling the expanse of fabric, even if touching and gripping Derpy’s ample cheeks made him whine and squirm in delight.

“Wha- pants? What’re these for?” You growled with a nasty grin and immediately began to fiddle with Derpy’s useless belt-line. The natural reaction of the pony was to wiggle and try to resist this impromptu disrobing, but his trust in you soon returned and allowed him to relax. All this was still so new and so shocking. It would take time for him to adjust and properly submit to your whims.

“Just- mmph! Just keeping it tucked in. It’s rude to walk around with your dingdong flopping!” You blushed at the mention of such a childish euphemism, that familiar image of Derpy’s girthy maleness coming back into your mind. Higher parts of your brain easily understood his concern when even a half hard horsecock was 6 inches of flopping, lurid meat filling the breeze with heady stallion musk. Almost every stallion you knew had to keep a tight control over themselves to prevent such an embarrassment, though for some reason it appeared that their low-hanging “fruit” wasn’t such a concern.

That being said, it was an insult to you personally. Derpy was not meant to be constrained by foul clothing. His body and his personality demanded freedom and expression, something that stiff khaki would never accommodate properly. Seeing him bulge and grind and warm inside of that scratchy oven enraged you and drove each finger to a wild and aggressive action.

“Unf! Yes. Yes Anon. Take ‘em off, please. Please, I want you to touch me. I don’t know why, but this feels so good!” Derpy made adorable and high-pitched music as you undressed his beautiful behind. Snaking fingers beneath the elastic and pressing downwards, you ground against his plush seat all the way down.

“You’re so soft. Derpy why do you hide this perfect butt?” You hissed into his ear and rocked him gently back and forth as one would a precious babe. Derpy’s eyes lazily rolled about beneath hooded lids that simply screamed pleasure. His teeth gnashed and nibbled at your shirt until drool seeped into the fabric and marked you with his agonizing release. A human hand gliding down his round ass, pushing away his motley attempt at modesty and the perverse squeezes that were sprinkled throughout simply ruined whatever focus he could’ve mustered. Now, his whole world was you and the magic your fingers worked.

“I- ooh. Oooh by the sun! Please touch my butt, Anon. It feels so good when you squeeze my butt!” He didn’t know what he was saying, he couldn’t have. When grinding his now bare and eager girth against your belly, what could the stallion possibly say? His simple mind was awash with startling pleasure and lightning bolts of delight that pilfered his composure like bandits in the night. The most complex and considered move the stallion could make was a pitiful little kick to toss off his forsaken trousers. Stubby shorts fell to the ground and a plume of heady musk rolled up the small of his back to slap your nose with that beautiful and warm aroma of a ready stallion.

“Nnf. Derpy, I can’t get enough of your ass. It’s so goddamned soft I just can’t stop squeezing it.” The pony delighted in hearing you praise him with such a dirty tone. He cuddled up tight and rolled his hips into your body whilst 10 mashing fingers explored his backside. In an effort to eliminate all distractions, you sat on the nearby couch and sent Derpy’s throw-pillows careening to the floor. Pretty as they were, everything outside of the stallion was a distraction.

“Augh, OOH! Right there! Squeeze me again, Mr. Anon!” Derpy just about climbed on you to make his ass more prominent in the air. His chest ground and pressed into your face with a plumage of soft fuzz standing on end. Both wings shuttered off of his back and fluttered helplessly in the house, feathers and fur alike spreading around with his twitchy and stiff motions.

You found that the closer to his winking, hot and puckered hole you got, the more he enjoyed your efforts. Rubs on his lower half were jiggly with a combination of thigh and buttock melding into a pudgy roll, but that only made him press backwards and present more cheek. Rolling nudges and scratches above his tail turned him into a hot jelly, but his heart rate wouldn’t pound like a diesel engine screaming out of control. Right in the middle, spreading his pillowy butt and mushing it back together, was the magic combination. From the very tips of your adventurous fingers, you could feel his needy contractions and his lusty squeezes. The young and aroused stallion was nursing for something, anything to slide inside and scratch his long-dormant itch.

It was a sensation beyond words that he knew. It was a feeling that almost no stallion in Equestria could emulate. That need- not only to breed- but to be bred. To have another dominate and control with nothing but warm trust put into them. Derpy flopped over you because he knew you would give him the very best. Since the moment he had laid his eyes- or eye- on you, it was inevitable that you would take care of him and his needs. Now, you two were making up for lost time.

“Ahng, mmph! Yes! Mr. Anon?” Derpy whined whilst his fore-arms nearly strangled the life out of you. It was especially hard to answer him when he leaned against your face and prodded at your chin with a flaring and oozing shaft of veiny ebony, but you had managed worse.

“Yeah?” You huffed through mouthfuls of fur and handfuls of plush cheeks.

“I wanna make you do that thing I did! Guh- w-where I squirt? That felt so good, Mr. Anon! I want you to do it too!” Such words were like the songs of angels raining down. Beautiful almost to a fault, since it was nearly inconceivable to hear.

It had been so long since you had felt proper release. The dam was near-bursting for weeks now without a single soul to provide help. You couldn’t do the act justice and simply wasted your time trying to relieve that uniquely male stress on lonely nights. The absence of another warm and caring body simply robbed the experience of every joy and pleasure that used to come with it… yet here was one offering himself for your scrutiny. A selfless and eager student who had never even seen you naked, yet wanted to explore so badly that his heart skipped beats against your face. Perhaps aware that he was smothering you, Derpy pulled himself back with great difficulty. It was as if someone were trying to drag a sunken ship from its eternal resting ground, the process alone enough to shred the metal hide into pieces and destroy the cargo. Your face was covered in strands of his grey fluff, but that didn’t stop him from kissing it the moment you were exposed to his ministrations.

“Mhmnnnn, mwuah! I’m ready, Anon. Just show me what I gotta do. I’ll do anything for you!” Derpy was piling on the aggressive lust from years spent confused. You were nearly thrown off your seat from his powerful kisses, the desire rushing through him screaming like a fire burning your meager house down in a singular belch of strength. There was trepidation in accepting his offer, as there wasn’t any precedent for this momentous occasion. You had no idea how he might react, what he might do or where this would even end up. A man’s repressed urges could be violent and destructive even when the proverbial reigns were pulled taut and held with all one’s strength.

But you accepted that gamble anyway. A turn of your head diverted his kisses down your neck so he was forced to nibble your shoulder and allow you just enough air to think. Pants and gasps tickled across his cheeks and ears like wispy dances of hot human affection venting from the deepest reaches of your boiling heart.

“Alright, alright! Just- nnf! Just gimme a sec…” Shaking hands fiddled and pulled at the crude buttoning of your shorts. Rarity had crafted them to be easily removed, thinking that you would perhaps over-heat in the tight confines of boxers and pants like most ponies would. It was a simple process, but one that your failing fingers could just barely handle. Derpy didn’t give you much aid, for his thick snout glided down your front and sniffed hungrily at your groin. The olfactory sensations of masculinity throbbing at its maximum level of desire was delicious like divine nectar pouring from the sky just for him to sample in greedy sips and raunchy huffs. Musky wafts of warm, venting goodness saturated his nose and made Derpy’s wings stand tall in towers of pleased desire. Parts of your flavor condensed onto his tongue and sat heavily in the back of his throat to continuously infect his simple mind with a new and bold flavor he felt an immediate addiction to.

“Snnnf, snf, hhaahn… Mr. Anon smells so wonderful…” Derpy mumbled to himself and pressed his head tight against your barrel, listening to your heartbeat and obstructing the process of your disrobing. You’d pulled the button free and expose the slit of brightly-colored underwear below, only for a thick and hungry snout to dive right in and conceal everything beneath wheat-colored mane.

“FWUH- DERPY!” You gasped and took hold of his head in a trembling state of absolute bliss. Kisses and sniffs and nibbles attacked your manhood as it pulsed and bulged against the thin prison keeping it from pleasing the stallion. The feel enraged your ultra-sensitive nerves who had laid dormant and deprived of love for so very long, especially when Derpy mouthed and slathered your shaft with rubbery lips warmed by loving energy.

“Mmmlem- sllp, mwuah! So good- snnnnff!” Derpy shuffled and buried his snout into your groin in sheer deviance of your pulling grip. You wanted to keep him away, or at least release yourself before he made a gooey burst sully your boxers. But the curious stallion was far too busy exploring your shape and examining your size with his mouth. Sensitive and hungry lips tickled up and down and across your cock with squeezes and rubs figuring out the intricate and unique form you had. Derpy could detect everything from slight ridges and valleys to pulsing veins running rivers of hot blood. He was especially enchanted by your end, however, for it “flared” and throbbed like a stallion would at the height of his pleasure.

While you worried beforehand that your diminutive size (compared to his) would put the stallion off, it turned out to be a foolish assumption. Derpy could never be so vain and heartless when dealing with his beloved human. You quickly discovered that whatever detail he came across, be it a flavor or a shape or a size, was immediately put high on a pedestal for endless worship. The pony was dedicated to you no matter how unusual or strange you felt in his mouth, for that initially bizarre touch you gave him quickly melted away into a delicious and alluring beauty for the stallion.

“Stop- GHK! DERPY!” Grabbing him by both cheeks was just the thing that pried him off your cock. You removed his hungry maw from your dick just before things spiralled out of control, though he still took you with him. A tremendous twitch flopped your manhood up and out of the opening of your underwear, exposing your turgid spire to the world of Equestria and letting golden eyes drink in its color. Derpy’s stare was wide and fantastic in the fascinated stupor you and your intense musk put him into.

“Agh, mmph! Y- you gotta listen to me, Chief! It’s been a while!” You tried to warn him, but Derpy was somewhere off in a lost tangle of arousal and delight. His eyes focused into laser points skewering your dick with a most fascinated stare that couldn’t pull away no matter what. Things that had never been activated inside of Derpy’s mind were suddenly clicking and whirring and grinding together like screaming machines finally meshing their old gears together and getting to business. The stallion’s heart pounded inside his heaving chest at the gorgeous, handsome and lurid details of your unusual and delicious-looking girth.

True, it wasn’t shocking or mare-busting as Derpy’s own pride. You weren’t even in the same ball-park as the vast majority of stallions in Equestria. But you were YOU. The human shape was utterly unique and special in this world and no pony had ever touched it. Whatever history you might’ve had up unto this point was null and void in Derpy’s mind, as this was an unexploited treasure for all ponykind. Subtle pride swelled up in his belly when he became the very first stallion to kiss and sniff and touch a human’s erect and ready cock.

“Hff, hng!” Fingers pulled at his mane and nearly jerked out handfuls of his lovely amber color in the midst of his adoring exploration. Derpy was struck speechless by your maleness, yet he wanted to speak volumes about what he saw. Like you felt ownership over your own body, the grey pony suddenly felt quite a possessive and greedy spark in the very dregs of his mind. This was HIS. His own special, sexy, one-of-a-kind thing that no pony would ever get a hold of. It was revealed to him first and foremost, bestowing both a confidence and an importance unto him that would never be given again. He took on this role with a shuddering grunt and a slight kiss on your shaft confirming his now eternal loyalty to you and your dick.

“Anon… I want you. I want you so bad.” Derpy whined into your sensitive rod, tickling with both breath and lips like he was purposely trying to make blood vessels burst in your brain. It was a strenuous and taxing thing resisting the urge to lay him out and have your animalistic way with him, even if the stallion probably wouldn’t have minded.

“Can I suck it? Would that make you feel good?” Derpy asked with total innocence behind his curious and rolling eyes. A tremendous wave moved throughout you that attacked every dam and levie of self-restraint you had built up over the years. Arousal bubbled and hissed in a molten lava rushing between synapses and connections in your mind and ate away at any modicum of sense still left within you.

Those words, spoken so simply, were the key to a relief long sought. You went forward with the explicit knowledge that Derpy had zero idea of what he was getting into. Then and there, you knew that once something warm and wet touched you, there was no stopping the floodwater-rush of aggression. The stallion would just have to bide his time and wait until you were finished whether he liked it or not. It seemed cruel at first… but your lower head was making decisions by this point. And he had no consideration for such minor concerns.

“Yeah, yeah. Just gimme a sec…” You pulled off the couch and turned about with a stiffness Derpy never saw in you before. Casting aside your shorts and peeling off your boxers, the sensation of two gorgeous eyes molesting you filled your belly like warm milk sloshing in a glass.

“Oh! Mr. Anon!” Derpy giggled and covered his snout when hefty and swinging testes slapped against your inner thigh with the same lazy momentum as a clock’s pendulum.

“They’re pretty full, that’s for sure.” You understated whilst absentmindedly grabbing your shaft and pointing toward the intended target. Your stallion boyfriend didn’t pull away or even hesitate to stand his front legs on the arm of your couch. Derpy stacked himself properly for the experience, his lack of knowledge compensated for by a readiness to learn.

“Do I do something special, Mr. Anon? Is there a thing that’ll make it feel REALLY good?” Derpy questioned as you stepped forward and pressed the end of yourself against his soft nose. The equine naturally went cross-eyed starting at your throbbing end, his scrunched expression communicating just how nervous and excited he was.

“Just relax. I really need this.” You warned him with an exasperated and desperate tone of voice that shattered his pitiful endurance. Such a husky, gruff and ragged tone reverberated with the most masculine of all sounds Derpy had ever heard. He wanted you more than ever, he wanted to taste your pleasure and give you what you had so generously given him.

Dreams the night before were soaked with the sweaty and nasty atmosphere of sexual exploration. Derpy’s realm of sleep was populated by the taste of your body, the warmth of another’s affection and your then-unknown assets begging for his attention. Mouthing your cock was a natural thing for him to do since he had felt your hand expertly take away his worries. If simple fingers greased by pre-cum could make him explode like an atom bomb, who knew what his mouth could do? He knew it from the moment that he woke that morning that he was destined to slobber and groan around you like this. A submissive, soft and horny stallion slurping and suckling with all his heart couldn’t be anything other than a mind melting experience that would forever bond you and him as boyfriends.

“Yessum, Mr. Anon. Anything for y-mmph!” He snickered and giggled as your poking rod slipped between his speaking lips and found itself nestled in his mouth. Just a tiny intrusion blasted relief through you like lightning destroying a helpless tree. His insides were immediately white-hot and enthrallingly soft to the touch. Silky wetness shrouded your sensitive and engorged glans the entire time Derpy mouthed and nursed and nurtured your girth between his cheeks.

“Mmlk? Pffpph… sllp, sllrp, sllp.” His hooves firmly pressed to the couch, your pudgy boyfriend went to work milking his human. The stallion’s thick and broad snout gave him ample room to slurp and slosh and move you around, even if it were only the first few inches of your cock he had to contend with. The flavor of human was instantly salty and savory, a most maddening and rare taste for a pony to encounter. When combined with the soft and unique texture of living flesh, Derpy was hooked. Immediately he was convinced that your erection sliding and slipping across his tongue was his favorite thing in all the world. Feeling you throb, knowing you loved it, and watching you struggle from his slightest moves floored the stallion to no end.

“Gah! RRRG! FUCKIN-” Arteries throbbed in your neck with hot blood racing throughout your system. Bursting pressure was created by the slightest contact on your pulsing shaft that had gone ignored for so long. At first, you resist the urge to grab Derpy’s face with both your trembling hands, as you knew exactly what they’d do. Curled fingers would instantly latch tight to his ears and jerk him forward to choke the poor thing on your rod. His adorable expression, soft features and high-pitched noises demanded you be gentle. Derpy demanded by his very nature that you at least show him SOME manner of affection. He wasn’t a toy, he was a stallion. A loving, loyal stallion that had waited so long for you. It was only fair that you took your time and gave him the attention he needed.

But when the pegasus pushed himself deeper on your cock and touched the back of his throat, all bets were off. His eyes locked to your own and stared with unparalleled focus. He knew you enjoyed his touch, his love and his ability. He watched your face contort and twist into expressions of exasperated love that no other creature had ever given you. Staring you in the face and feeling the ease with which an elongated snout helped him suckle you, Derpy thought himself quite the sex-freak. He couldn’t believe how good he was doing already without a hint of experience to guide him! Sliding his tongue across you, slurping and sucking with gentle waves of pressure and marinating your shaft with his slobber came naturally to the girly and needy stallion.

Moans and giggles sent trembling shockwaves down your shaft and rattled every organ and bone within you. The shattering pleasure of his humming grunts and whines rattled up each vertebrae and destroyed the concrete walls of shame or resistance with ease. Derpy had you in his hooves like one would hold putty ready for molding. He could do anything and it would please you. His tongue slathered and swirled around your penis in worming and wet slurps. His cheeks pulled inwards to create a vacuum-seal of affection that preyed on your sensitive cock and made the blood within swell with excitement. His ass hovered from side to side, an especially sharp lightning bolt of satisfaction shooting through the stallion when he caught you staring at his plump seat. It was all so natural, so easy and so deliciously wonderful. The stallion felt as if he were flying or walking or sleeping, like he were bred from the very beginning to be a human’s favorite, precious and adorable cock-sleeve.

He was quite pleased with himself… until your crushing hands took hold of his head. Fingers locked like braces around each hemisphere and just about enclosed the pony’s face in a cage of muscle and bone from which there was no escape. You caught him mid-glide up the length of your dick, bulging and puckered lips stopped just above a throbbing vein and nostrils flaring for your aroma.

“I’m- GHK! I’m real sorry but-!” The words failed you when the process began and instantly spiraled out of control. A wild and deep thrusting effort took over your hips so your shaft could grind and slurp and slide across the entirety of Derpy’s mouth. His cheeks puffed and his lips clung tight to your cock as it moved in an altogether uncontrollable and startling fashion. Locks of mane swished back and forth and tangled together in tatters of thrashing gold that followed the uneven and sharp rhythm you took with the defenseless stallion’s face. The very first plunge filled his entire mouth with human cock and buried his nose straight into your pubis like a violent crash landing.

“GHLRK?! GLRK- GLP- ULK!” Derpy’s eyes flared wide and stared at the base of your dick in utter surprise as he pistoned back and forth. The staccato pace tossed mane into his eyes and threw gobs of spittle from his mouth with violent force he couldn’t compensate for. What was once a manageable girth that only occupied half the space in his mouth was now a missile of destruction and wild speed that jammed wherever it pleased. Cheeks bulged and his tongue slurped across a thrusting underside unconcerned by whatever input Derpy might’ve had. The stallion could barely even suckle on you, for each move you made broke the seal of his lips and injected another gagging wave of air into his throat.

“ACK- SLRP- SLP- GLURK!” The stallion’s cries and groans quickly became wetter and less coherent. Swinging balls swollen from months of restraint beat on his chin and kept his entire world a dizzy and unfocused mess of particles taunting the stallion. Both hooves scratched and stomped on the sofa, yet they refused to try an escape. Derpy was stuck where he was by choice, not just by your shackling hands holding his ears like he were a misbehaving dog. His eyes shook so violently he couldn’t focus on your face as it turned and contorted into strange expressions of release. It drove him mad to think he was being used, to realize that he was indeed a soft pocket for your lewd and repressed desires.

But there wasn’t a hint of displeasure in such notions.

“Uung! Fffuck! Can’t stop! RRRG- DERPY! GAH!” You weren’t in a much better state than the flabbergasted and slobbering pony. Only thoughts of wild softness, circling warmth and enthralling texture filled your mind. Pumping and pushing and slamming into Derpy’s face, you adored the full sensation of his mouth enclosing around your cock. From your very base right up to the end of your pulsing head, the tremendous pleasure rocketed up your spine in agonizing waves of energy that built high on top of one another to form a wicked and screaming spire of ecstasy.

The very tip of your cock plunged into the pony’s throat and felt the squeeze of such a tight tunnel again and again. Virgin depths unexplored by anyone before you were catalogued and exploited heartlessly on each syrupy and frothy thrust into the stallion’s depths. Derpy quivered and moaned around you when he could, driving further vibrations through your body and making the situation so much worse for himself. It drove you mad to feel him try and keep up with your animalistic and ridiculous pace. The stallion lifted his snout to try a new angle, only for your cock to plow forward and slurp tightly against the roof of his mouth. His mouth would open wider to change position, but that would only invite you to bulge out one of his cheeks and allow a river of slobber to drip free. Worst of all was when Derpy twisted his head, thereby allowing your slamming hips to smother him with more of your musky muscle.

The goopy froth pouring from his mouth splattered all across your hips and balls, soaking you with his complimentary scent of minty toothpaste and natural pony flavors. Lost in the realm of climbing delight and fiery passion, you could’ve cared less about the wet creep rushing between your legs. What was important was release. That precious peak you climbed toward came closer and closer, taunting you with its sharp and climatic end that you so desperately desired. Every aspect of your mind that was male screamed and whipped you further in a flurry of blinding haze. Derpy was so soft, so warm and so submissive that it was impossible to NOT cream in his mouth. He had foolishly submitted himself to your whims, silently welcoming the very worst of your aggression.

“Gah- NNG! Can’t hold it! Derpy! You’re doin’ good just- GHK! Hang in there!” The grip sustained around his ears nearly tore them clean off. The pony was braced tightly in place and jerked back and forth as if he were little more than an unfeeling machine purpose built for this borderline rape. Hooded eyes dripped with exasperated tears as you took him to the final steps of this grueling process, neither of them focused and neither able to clearly see what was going on. Derpy could no longer detect individual throbs or pulses in your cock, only the presence of its heat crashing into his mouth and grinding to a stiff halt. Right in the middle of his maw, your head positioned over his tongue, the first ejection of orgasm flooding his senses.

Fires shrieked from the cracks in the Earth and bellowed hot, toxic ash high into the air. The blue sky of your composure morphed into an aggravated and aggressive crimson pocked with thick blackness. Everything changed all at once, your muscles contracting and pulling you into several unusual stances. Back arched, crooked and bent, your body pumped and surged with the ultra-fertile and virile potion of masculine life for Derpy to forcibly indulge in.

Creamy ropes burst from your head in heavy slugs of destructive strength. The curling globs of seed swished and swirled in the stallion’s mouth, sticking to every side of his cheeks and saturating his tongue with a most wonderful taste. He was so out of his own mind that he hardly responded outside of heavy, deep and lusty gulps of your delicious seed. He knew it to be your orgasm, your height of absolute pleasure and your approval of him. Nothing tasted better than the verification of his trial, especially when you gave him so much to work with. He lacked names for what he was feeling, tasting and seeing, but it didn’t matter. Like an animal acting on pure instinct, he knew simply by merit of knowing what was going on. The implications were all clear as the blue sky and perhaps a hundred times more beautiful.

Aside from his sharp and ragged breaths through his nose, there was hardly a sound in the room. Hiccuping and throbbing squirts were muffled inside his hungry mouth as each soupy load of cum bubbled between his cheeks before quickly funneling down to his belly. The stallion couldn’t possibly describe why he felt the need to swallow, but the compulsion was too intense to ignore. 4 healthy, fertile and hot volleys of cum fired into his mouth before you felt the need to take his loving to another level. Ripping from his loose and flopping jaw, your hard cock painted his face in ample doses of drippy cream. The lines of alabaster leapt up and across his snout to drench everything you saw in the mark of ownership. From the tip of his nose to the top of his forehead and everything in between, there was hardly a patch of fur not soaked with hot human cum.

“Oh- MMPH! Eugh… Yes…” Derpy groaned and drooled slimy bubbles down his chin that swirled with a combination of his own spit and your fertility. Satisfaction unlike any other danced down his spine and burst in his heart as you claimed him in such a dirty, disrespectful and masculine way. He felt owned, demeaned and used. You were the master not only of his love and mind, but his very body. It was clear that his new boyfriend had no issue smothering the stallion in his power to remind him exactly where he stood. A normal stallion would’ve been humiliated to have been used so roughly and then squirted in the face by another male, but Derpy accepted it with a readiness rarely seen. In fact, he wanted nothing more than for you to use his body however best pleased your deep and intense needs. So long as he was there to witness it, to feel your ecstasy, nothing was off the table. That carnal duty to please and to be there for you was fulfilled in no better way.

You could see the swell of purpose and satisfaction in him. Behind his tired eyes and huffing pants, the stallion communicated that his work was the most sacred of all. Pleasuring his boyfriend, being there for him to unload and unwind, was now his prerogative in life. Even if it meant that his little uniform was now wrinkled and stained with sticky evidence. His body, though wracked with exhaustion and an all new manner of discomfort, was strong and confident from a job well done. His legs shuddered somewhat and his head was held low to continue nursing more sperm from you, but there wasn’t an inkling of shame in the pony. He was an acclaimed and accomplished lover of his handsome boyfriend, now.

“Hff, haahn… sorry, Chief.” You hissed whilst Derpy nuzzled the base of your cock. You assumed he would want a break after such a powerful exchange, but the stallion proved himself more than willing to take on the endless burden of your repressed needs. He tucked his face just beneath the base of your prick and cupped your hefty sack with his curling tongue. Pink-to-pink contact made drips and oozing droplets fall from you both in the drunken mixture of pleasure, exhaustion and absolute loyalty. Derpy was lost in the void of new and shocking feelings you had given him, the reason made clear as day below his heaving belly.

Your wandering eyes caught sight of the unseamly and steaming puddle formed below in thick splatter marks. The poor couch had become a firing range for Derpy’s bouncing and pulsing erection as it bobbed and swung below in the fray. Just as he had done the day prior, Derpy had let a massive volume of his pleasure free and soaked your cushions with his excitement. One could drown a hand in the depth and breadth of his expulsion, such a heavy and gooey load clearly one borne from a lifetime of celibacy. Naturally, you couldn’t help but harbor some pride in pulling off such an unusual feat. Derpy didn’t even need the touch of a hand to draw out his orgasm, just the licking wafts of air and the occasional brush from his belly to spark the wild fires inside him.

WIthout hesitation, you scooped up the panting pony and forced his face away from your now sloppy gonads. Meandering yourself appropriately on the couch let you dodge the spreading mess of seed on the other side and still let Derpy relax against your chest like he were a sack of limp, helpless potatoes. Naturally, his painted face spread uncomfortable marks of sticky paint across your shirt, but that was a matter so tiny in the moment that it was easy to ignore. He lay across you as a pile of laundry lays across the floor and comforts to its shape. Pony muscles and limbs flopped over you and hugged lazily to the contours of humanity they felt.

His breath was tinged with your flavor, his face matted by hot seed and his body heaving with pleasure. Derpy was a mess of a stallion, so much so that his kiss on your jawline was just barely strong enough to even be felt. You coyly removed the little hat from his head and set it aside, giving his face the most sincere and real appearance he had. Nothing stood in the way of his handsome, adorable and soft appearance besides that additional liter of cum spreading across it.

“I love you.” He confessed with a flabbergasted tone. Derpy kissed on your neck, inadvertently smearing slick sperm across your face. There was no point in minding the somewhat itchy addition of your own mess, as the dutiful boyfriend quickly licked it back up and swallowed the heady liquor of his man’s love.

“I love you, I love you! Mmph, Mr. Anon I can’t even think. I wanna be with you forever. I wanna do this with you every night! Every day!” Derpy whined almost as if the emotions swirling within him were enough to bring out tears. The power of his feelings and the wildfires in his heart detonated atom bombs of lust inside him, driving the pony to more and more dangerous ends of extremity.

“C’mere, then.” You accepted his offer and wrapped your arms tightly about his hips to help both your wet, flopping cocks grind together.

“C’mere, you pudgy little cutie. I ain’t never lettin’ you go. Don’t you worry about that.” You assured him up and down that the relationship between you two was nothing short of eternally guaranteed by the ebb and flow of the universe. Just as he felt natural with you, every portion of the stallion’s body comforted the aches and pains built inside of your mind. His affection, so wild and pure and undiluted, assured your tired thoughts. He was a maypole for all things in life to center around and dance about in honor. Derpy was suddenly the reason for everything you did and thought. His softness compelled you to touch. His loyalty compelled you to be strong. And his body demanded you show nothing short of divine love. He brought out the most powerful emotions that a man could show simply by being his very honest self. You rewarded him again and again a million-billion times over with hands molding his buttocks and lips melding with his own.

“Mmmhn, hhhmmmmn. Anon, you’re so handsome. You make me feel so good. I wanna stay with you. Forever and ever.” Derpy lost himself in the diatribes of worship he piled on you. His back arched and pressed his ass upwards again to let you know the effectiveness of the groping rubs applied to it. Bubbly buttcheeks bounced and squished between your fingers and palms like molded rubber jiggling in energetic waves. It pleased you to see his rotund and firm ass rise up like a monolith of sexual beauty carved from pristine and wonderful equine flesh.

“You’ve got such a pretty ass, Derpy. I could rub it forever.” You told him no lies and assured him the very truth. His addictive nature was hard to deny, especially when he caught on and shook his rump from side to side for you. His weight was tremendous in adding an entirely different layer of satisfaction. Not only was he soft and warm, but massive. Pony muscles were thick and sinewy hocks of meat that gave his ass an almost spherical quality that could torment artists with its mathematical perfection. Derpy just about purred when you pulled his cheeks apart with enhanced interest, testing how far they could go.

“Aaaaugh… w- why does it feel so good when you touch me there, Anon?” Derpy whined and huffed breathlessly into your chest whilst his cummy lips nibbled at your shirt. He pulled at buttons and undid what he could, trying to expose the bare fields of firmness below. You grunted in return and snickered in response.

“You don’t know?” Derpy shook his head, both his eyes closing in satisfaction when his pink tongue was finally able to drag between your pectorals.

“Can you do something with it? Can I make you feel good with my butt, too?” The devious and dirty smile crossing your face was proof enough that he could. Derpy didn’t even wait for an answer before his mind began to put the pieces together.

If you could feel good sliding in his mouth… his butt would probably be even better. His tight and soft opening could most likely milk such delight that you’d never want to be away from it. You must’ve known that his ass was the highest treasure since you had been together, as he felt you gripping it for minutes on end. How it would feel, how bad it might hurt however, Derpy couldn’t tell. He initially thought that it would be terribly uncomfortable and awkward, as even the silly and ignorant stallion knew that wasn’t what his hole was made for. His confusion and intense thinking let you steal a fat blob of cum from his nose, the heavy touch of lubrication still warm when it touched to his doughnut-shaped opening and shocked the absolute hell out of him.

“EEK!” He squealed and squeezed against you as the creeping feeling tickled his backside. It was a shocking and new feeling, one he was completely defenseless against. His teeth gnashed tightly into your shirt and just about ripped through the thin fabric as you painted and slathered his black asshole with white paint.

“Ah! O- OH! It feels so weird, Mr. Anon!” Whilst one hand rubbed gentle circles over the musky surface and wrinkles of his doughnut, the other kept his cheeks open. You spread his ass halfway to keep bubbly buttocks from stealing your lubrication, both of them trembling in needy spasms trying to crush your hand into place.

“We can stop if it’s too much. It’s okay. Just say the word-”

“Mmmmmmwaaaaugh!” He silenced you with a deep and drawn out moan of absolute bliss. His body was trembling and shaking as your fingers slowly became more adventurous inside of his hot and creamy ass. The stallion pressed back on you and nearly slurped two of your digits into his hungry, squeezing butthole with one clumsy press.

“NO! No, no! I just- it’s- don’t stop! Don’t ever stop, Anon!” He begged you with another erection beginning to press against yours. His ass was grinding backwards to try and increase the pleasure, to heat up the scene and make everything even more lusty and syrupy. It tickled you to death feeling his warm hole squeeze and wink in slurping motions that were genuinely trying to consume your fingers. He was literally hungry for you, a desperate and needy tunnel ready and willing to grab hold of your digits and fuck itself if that’s what orgasm demanded.

So you obliged the horny stallion. Your fingers pressed on the loose, rubbery ponut of his backdoor and found entry remarkably easy. Though his ass was quite muscular and very handsomely formed, the equine nature of Derpy’s body made his insides relatively loose and relaxed compared to that of a human’s. Entering him then, was hardly an issue. If anything, it was a perfectly greased and noisy entry that made you quite eager to feel him.

“Schlurrrrp…”

“OOOH! A- ANON! You’re in my- NNF! You’re in my butt?! Are you really putting your fingers in my butt?!” He gasped and wiggled in absolute shock. One could’ve easily assumed Derpy had just been in an explosion or had been thrown off a cliff, for his speech was both desperate and absolutely panicked. The pleasure rocketing through him was unreal, it was unprecedented and beautiful. His body was discovering what it was meant to do, like finding his cutie mark all over again. The glee inside him rivaled the inferno of sexual release that the simple addition to his insides created. Stretching guts and squeezing contractions made him feel not only full and satisfied, but absolutely gorgeous.

“Feels good, huh? You like it when I finger your big, squishy butthole, Babygirl?” That name trickled across Derpy’s mind like a fat slug of cum rolling down his lips. He showed his teeth and snorted in hot pleasure as you worked his rubbery opening. Those words put together were like an arrow piercing his heart and shredding the very last vestiges of restraint he could muster.

They spoke truth and poignant beauty all in 3 gorgeous syllables. He was your special baby AND your sexy girl, a combination he wouldn’t trade for anything in all Equestria.

“Ooooooooh, Anon! Yes, yes, yes! It feels so weird- but I love it! I love your fingers! I love you!” He spoke quickly and kicked his helpless legs as your hand and arm put more power into your simple strokes. Pumping fingers simulated a minor male intrusion, stretching the very end of his butt and giving him a feel for the basics. But through gentle pulling, rolling and pushing, you gave his thick doughnut quite the workout. His ultra-soft and hot pucker molded and moved with each movement like you two were perfectly connected puppets bound together. His hips moved somewhat as well, but Derpy was mostly pleased to sit perfectly still and allow his hole to do all the real movement.

“Fffffuck… this ass is so nice. Babygirl, you’re gonna look so cute with me stretchin’ your fat butt.” You growled into his ear and listened to him whine at that name. Much as you respected and loved Derpy, degrading him was clearly a way to his heart. The submissive, warm and gentle nature of the name spoke to him on a level he couldn’t quite explain. Thinking of himself as your baby, your sweet and precious little girl, made him furiously aroused. You had dominion and authority over him, the weaker and helpless party. You loved him like a girl and treated him like a girl as well. Submitting, devoting and offering himself to you was his highest desire. Being yours, your baby and your mare, was his purpose in life.

“You want that, huh? You want a big, strong man buried in your butthole? Babygirl?” That offering, that desire, went right to Derpy’s brain. Straight from the ears to his thoughts, the stallion knew exactly what you were asking.

Through a rare moment of assertiveness, your boyfriend rose to his hooves and slid your fingers out of his now sloppy and quivering asshole. Another slurp echoed off the walls, the gooey drippings of human cum and pony flavor creeping down the smoothness of his taint before pooling around his balls like a creamy and musky broth. His eyes were unfocused and tangled in the web of strange pleasures he felt, yet they showed the depth of his serious intentions. His high-pitched and girly voice spoke with quiet notes that perfectly conveyed his intentions.

“Babygirl will do anything for you. If it makes you feel good, Babygirl will do it!” You grinned and brought him down for a kiss to assure him of your unyielding affection. He was fulfilling your desires, but it wasn’t going to be a repeat of last time. You were now in a position and a state of mind to give him the sugary, sweet love he deserved. The stiff and twitching rods below scrubbed and leaked against one another, but Derpy was quick to move himself into the proper and rather lusty position. He squat right over your cock and clumsily tried to find it through sitting himself on your lap and thighs. One could never fault his energy, but the inaccuracy of his sitting was admittedly humorous from a certain perspective. You helped him happily by holding your shaft up and letting him get a firm, sticky and wet grip.

“Nnhg! Ah! It feels so funny, Anon. This will make you feel good, right? My butt will feel good for you?” He huffed and pressed hooves to your chest for support, a thick and pulsing monolith of black flesh jutting out from between his forelegs. Supportive hands gripped his hips and squeezed the chubby handles therein, a perfect reassurance for the giddy pony.

“Babygirl, It’ll feel amazing.” You only had to say such a simple promise to convince your horny boyfriend. He believed you like one believes their own parents.

Though, that excitement and eagerness to please may have been a wee bit too high. Derpy thought not for himself, but only for you. If his tight and musky asshole would make you cum again, then he’d give all of it. ALL of it. Nothing would be held back, no restraint or shame would be shown. He stared into your eyes as he let his weight down and swallowed your entire girth in one fluid sit.

“OOOOAUGH! GHK!” Both of you had quite the same reaction to the rush of gooey, hot and slimy penetration.

“AH- OOH- HAH! HOT, HOT, HOT!” Derpy squealed and wiggled his hips as your sudden presence inside of him erupted like boilers inside his belly. The pressure of his stretching guts wasn’t just deep and dull like a bruise, but punching and aggressive. Though only seven inches or so of his butt were used, he felt as if a giant stake had been driven through his backside until it burst into his chest cavity. You took up every last little bit of his internal volume, commanding control and dominance over his body such that he couldn’t even move. Derpy was rendered totally immobile by your throbbing, pulsing and ecstatic cock.

You, on the other hand, were drowning in pleasure too thick and gooey to escape. The dirty sensation of sliding so effortlessly into a horny and needy ass caught you off guard, squeezing and churning walls morphing and moving all around you like a million hands pleasuring you all at once. Derpy’s insides immediately locked around you like bands of iron that were heated to almost painful levels of enjoyable. All of this piled on top of your insane sensitivity and raw flesh made it so that his heart beat alone was enough to draw you within spitting distance of orgasm.

“BABY- WHOA! Fuck, fuck- okay! Okay, just be easy!” You and him both panted and sucked for panicked breaths in the melee of affection. Derpy was so shocked he couldn’t think, his only response being to barf hungry thoughts into his internal monologue.

“He’s inside me, he’s really in me! I can feel him moving in my butt! It feels so weird, it hurts, but I love it! I want this! I love this so much! Anon belongs inside me!” Derpy drooled down his chin as you got a grip under his arms and attempted to lift him off. That effort was in vain the moment void space was made inside of Derpy’s tight ass. He refused to give up an inch of your cock, even if it meant the continuation of this strange discomfort. The stallion was driven to have you buried inside, to have you firmly planted within him so he could care for your needs and demonstrate his loyalty. So for the first time, he resisted you.

“N-no, no! Mr. Anon, no! Please!” He wiggled and pushed your hands away from him, inviting them to instead rest on his legs as he bounced and squirmed around your throbbing manhood. It was spectacular to feel each muscle and ridge and wrinkle crush your sensitive rod, but it wasn’t right. You felt the urge to do something and help him relax. But the stallion was beyond reason now. When getting bred by his loving boyfriend, Derpy could only tolerate things going exactly as he wanted them to.

“Derpy you-” He silenced you with a particularly loud slap of his hips slamming into yours, driving your cock even deeper than before inside of him. The thick and turgid mass was entirely encapsulated inside kneading, and pulsing depths of pony rectum, nothing but the top of your balls still left to see the waning light of the early evening. It made your blood boil, each minute detail of your manhood worshiped and perfectly pleasured by this loyal stallion ass that was apparently more than willing to handle a little extra strain.

“Just stay inside- please! It’s okay, Mr. Anon! I’ve got it! I just need to- mmph! I need you inside me. I need you to stay inside like this!” Derpy rubbed and scraped at your chest with his hooves as his body adjusted and morphed around you. Muscles and tunnels took in your shape, they examined your form and began to understand it. The new pains and the aches of unusual stimulation slowly became absolutely delicious, dirty and unusual pleasure. Before too long, Derpy was grinding and smearing and gyrating his ass against your hips to make you move about inside of him. You thought he was trying to suck your soul out, simply judging from the wild tightness of his insides. His body went through stages of squeezing and nursing, the loosening and active tunnels educated themselves and quickly learned exactly how to handle you. Before too long, Derpy was beginning to make his own slurping and noisy rhythm of comfortable, hot mating.

“Aah, hahn, mmph! Does it feel good, Anon? Does my Babygirl butt feel good? It feels good to sit on you, like this! It feels REALLY good!” He squeaked and moaned into your face, taunting with kissable lips still caked with cum and slobber. You gasped and groaned for him, never having to exaggerate the Earth-shattering delight he was giving.

“Ugh- guh! Yes, holy shit yes! You’re doin’ so good, Baby. I love your ass!” He giggled and drooled onto his chest, trying his best to look sexy for you. Of course, the most wonderful thing he did was bend down to meet your lips. Kisses and suckles and muffled whines kept your upper-halves busy as Derpy’s butt went to work.

“H- hump me. Hump me, Anon. Make your Babygirl happy and give her humps!” His rocks back and forth were uneven and untrained, especially since the squatting posture sapped his energy rather quickly. Derpy operated on feel alone, as he was after maximum depth and angle to pleasure you best. His winking and thick doughnut stretched about you and suckled all the way with soupy slurps that dropped hot seed and creamy excess down your legs. Sliding motions morphed his soft and musky lips back and forth from one state to the other in a repeating rhythm that flooded his brain with reward compounds of the most potent mixture.

He drove backwards and pressed you inside such that his normally bulging asshole almost totally disappeared in the dark fold between his cheeks. Then when pulling forward, the tight sleeve would hug your cock with a vacuum seal and slurp outwards with a shiny and lurid stretch. Especially when he sat back and held you inside of him, moving features inside his body would clamber to hug tight to your shaft and kiss the presence of his sweet boyfriend. He delighted in exploring you in such a strange and backwards way. Feeling you, pleasuring you and making you suffer the whims of his body was all so dirty and wrong, yet perfectly right. Soon enough, Derpy was grinning ear to ear in satisfaction of his abilities.

“Mmmmh, oooh… Anon? You feel so good in my butt, Anon. You can put it in me whenever you want, I don’t care. I just want you in me, Anon. I want you inside my big, soft butt every day from now on!” Derpy spoke into your straining and grunting face the entire time he rode your cock. His insides were growing more skilled and more adventurous as you two coupled together. Though definitely quite strenuous before, the settling and relaxing muscles of Derpy’s bottomless ass soon found themselves perfectly suited for pleasuring humans. The rounded end and the relatively minor size gave his loose and powerful insides plenty of room to maneuver and work.

“Gah- ung! Fuck! Fuck it feels so good! Babygirl, your ass- GHK!” You lost your composure when Derpy gyrated in circles against your hips. He was suddenly a master of anal, or perhaps just so motivated he could pay no mind to the strange pain of such stretching. His ass gaped and slurped and gurgled around your pumping dick, wanting nothing more than to feel it climax within his embrace. Pressing his nose to your face and watching you succumb to him, the naughty pony indulged in his desires of pleasure and masculine satisfaction.

“Are you gonna squirt inside me? Babygirl’s butt is good? Does my butt really feel that good?” He giggled and huffed stiff breaths into your face as things fell out of your control. The most you could do was bounce him on your hips with sharp and quick pumps up into his body, but even that hardly disturbed the heavy and content stallion. One final plunge locked you inside of him and forced your throbbing and sensitive glans right against his bulging prostate. You were left wordless and groaning when nuzzling such a firm button inside this realm of pleasure, the theft of your senses quick as Derpy earned a 2nd orgasm from his new boyfriend.

“Aaaah fuck! FUCK!” Fingernails nearly pierced the soft skin of Derpy’s silky ass as you leapt high over your peak and fell helplessly into the void of orgasm. His soft and kneading insides didn’t stop, they didn’t heed your warnings and relax in the slightest. Derpy deviously continued to milk and nurse you with all the effort he could muster. He gasped and moaned into your face as loads of hot cum splattered and rushed inside of him like a river screaming down a sharp mountain side. His mouth hung open near your own, lips and teeth touching in drifting groans of pleasure.

“Aaaaahng! Yes, Mr. Anon. Squirt in your Babygirl! Put your cream in my butt, Mr. Anon! I wanna be full of your cream!” He encouraged your orgasm with bounces and jiggles of his ass, purposely trying to be the most enraging hole you had ever bred. Everything up unto this point was kindly shown what the pinnacle of sex was. The very best in pleasure, warmth and softness dominated everything without question. You, plugged up to your nuts in Derpy’s hot and creamy butthole was unparalleled.

His belly was full as his soul, the delightful sensation making up for his own lack of an orgasm. Derpy didn’t need one, as he was more than content to simply watch you lose parts of your sanity inside him. You held him tight in the aftershock of such a tremendous release, the throbbing pulses and heavy volume expressed from your cock reverberating like the sonic boom of a shotgun blast. It left you sucking for breath and spooning with his goopy hole, the loose and massaging tube greedily squeezing whenever Derpy suspected you might leave. Mashing lips and tangling tongues made doubly sure that neither of you could escape the sticky love mess you had made.

“Hff, whoooooooooooa Baby…” Derpy buried his face into the side of yours and licked your cheek with an adoration so sweet and true that you suspected you were his very first and most desired crush.

“Leave it inside. Don’t ever take it out. Mr. Anon, I want you in my butt forever. I wanna feel you humping me forever!” Derpy whispered and whined his needs into your ear, his wings flared and his heart still pounding like a wardrum in his chest.

“Don’t you worry, Babygirl.” You grunted in return, spreading his voluminous ass once again to feel his blown-out asshole stretch and gape around your base. Not a single drop of your alabaster load was able to escape the greedy, hungry and squishy depths of Derpy’s butt even after it had been shown the brutal affection of masculinity.

“I got you now… I got you.” Derpy smiled and kissed your cheek once again, his love ready for an entire night of this sexual expedition.

“I love you, Anon.” He cooed and let you hold him close, the warmth of two bodies feeding one another with energy that would last all eternity. Derpy wrapped tight around you, his goopy and warm ass still slurping and pulling on your manhood, you could hardly think of anything better to top off such an eventful week.

Things were finally right in Equestria, as the puzzle pieces had landed firmly in the spaces they belonged. You and him were meshed together both physically and affectionately, earning you some peace that the land had yet to provide. And given that it was only a young Friday night, the very beginning of a weekend that you and Derpy would not be working on, the potential stacked high like a tower of polished gold.

“I love you, Derpy.” Was all you could say in the aftershock as the stallion began to rock himself back and forth already to try and revive your masterful breeding.

Twilight certainly hoped that you’d take the offer and give her another show on the couch, her purple eyes fixed tightly through a slit between your blinds. The darkness and the bushes concealed her oozing backside and gave her perfect contrast when looking into the well-lit home now stinking with manly, nasty love.

“C’mon… c’mon! Do him again! Do it, you wienie!” She goaded in a hushed whisper, the sight of a stretching stallion gripping another melting her sensible brain into a lusty camera hell-bent on recording each sticky detail.

“Mmph! Now THIS is how you solve a friendship equation!”