Grown Mares Don't Wet The Bed!
Author's Note
The fic below contains trace amounts of watersports followed by mostly vanilla sex, if the very idea of pee turns you away you may want to skip over this one, otherwise? Enjoy!
Grown Mares Don't Wet The Bed!
The coolness of a summer breeze skittered over the river, rippling the steadily flowing water as Fire Starter stared over it. Spear set beside her against a rock, she squatted low in the shade. The forest on the other bank of the river melded in a curious blend of brown and green hues, but the bat mare thought nothing of it as she shifted her cloth wraps aside to relieve herself. She sighed and relaxed her body, she and the tribe's hunters would soon set out to track the interloper spotted the day before, but first: business.
The gentle burble of water eased her mind, it seemed to increase the pressure in her bladder, still she watched for predators nearby, but something didn't quite add up. Her eyes focused and adjusted, then refocused as the treeline grew no clearer. Panic welled inside her, mounting like a cougar readying to pounce. Focus she thought furiously at herself as her stream started. Harder, c'mon, she pleaded with herself. Nothing changed. The streaming water, too, had started to seem distant. Her heart raced, she felt liquid warmth between her thighs. She shut her eyes, what was- Oh.
With a gasp Fire Starter jolted awake, back in her apartment, in her own bed. The wetness between her thighs was unmistakable, though she breathed a small sigh of relief; she may have wet the bed, but mercifully she didn't empty her tank. Still though, there was a patch on the bed and she and her blankets would need a cleaning. Small mercy number two was that her sudden flinching when she woke wasn't quite enough to wake her boyfriend, Goldie, who still looked soundly asleep beside her.
Fire Starter cautiously turned over, edging her way to the edge of the bed. She winced at every deafening shuffle of the blankets, her leathery wings had got tangled up in the mess of winter covers of her bed. Her heart began to race, there was no way Goldie could still be asleep with her blundering! Creeping backwards, watching the sleeping stallion, Fire Starter freed one wing and then the other. How long had she been holding her breath? She inhaled steadily only as soon as one of her hooves clopped on the wooden floor, she was almost home free. She stood, silent as the grave, carefully avoiding the night stand. Her eyes had already adjusted to the dark, keen bat senses giving her an advantage most ponies lacked in the low light before dawn. She traced the edge of the night stand with her finger tips, knocking neither pistol nor lamp on the surface and took a hurried step forward. Her silence might have been commendable had she not squeaked like a toy caught in the jaws of an overexcited dog when something grabbed her tail right at the base.
"Hm? And where are you going so early in the morning?" came Goldie's baritone voice. "I see why they call you Skree, you are a squeaky toy, aren't you?"
Fire Starter froze in place, there was no way he didn't feel the cooled wetness that had soaked her tail and thighs. "I have to pee, do you mind?" she said sharply, a hint of impatience masking her embarrassment.
"Still? I thought you did that already. You know, all over y-"
"Shut up it wasn't that much, you weren't supposed to wake up!" The bat mare's wings shot out as she became flustered, her cheeks burning a deep red.
"Easy now, calm down," Goldie said evenly, yanking on her tail. "Come back to bed, Skree." Fire Starter was unceremoniously pulled back, at the mercy of the stallion holding her tail. She huffed, resisting his pulling only until she could feel an unpleasant burning in her tail.
"C'mon," She groaned, "I really really have to go now," she hadn't noticed until just then, but her bladder was still very full, the need to let it go grew by the second, but Goldie had other ideas. His hand didn't release her, insistenly pulling until she was sitting back on the bed. She turned her head and glowered in the dark. The yellow of her eyes almost seemed to illuminate her face.
"So go." Goldie taunted. Fire Starter rolled her eyes and grabbed his wrist, pinching right at the joint.
"Grown mares don't wet the bed." She pinched harder in an attempt to loosen his grip, but he tightened his fingers and she yelped, standing in a half squat with her rump over the bed. A brilliant amber aura automatically seized her pajama bottoms and yanked them down to her knees along with her lacy pink underwear, both already soaked in her pee. In an instant, Goldie was behind her, chin over her shoulder, one hand on her tail to hold her in place and the other between her thighs, a thumb pressed gently into the crease where leg became rump.
"So go." The stallion insisted, but his deep voice, commanding and strong was already gently eating away at Fire Starter's inhibitions. She huffed, softly, leaning back against her boyfriend, she couldn't, right? She shouldn't, she told herself. But what could she do? Strong arms, certainly stronger than hers, would simply drag her right back. Would it be so awful to indulge him? She was suddenly torn, she'd heard of ponies with a pee fetish, she never imagined that Goldie was into it... Sweet Celestia, was she getting off on the idea? Fire Starter's hips rolled back and her body formed against Goldie's, she could feel his heartbeat in her back, felt his stiffening cock against her leg as it strained his boxer shorts. A different slickness was starting to coalesce between her legs, "Well?" Goldie offered; not insistent any more and not coarse, but curious.
Fire Starter squeaked ever so lightly, her wings had folded tightly against her back but the flustered bat had to focus to keep them from springing out again and shoving her boyfriend away. Any vague thoughts of breaking free melted when one of Goldie's finger's curled over and began to massage her clit; She gasped and reached back, her hand finding Goldie's head and trapping him where he was as she turned her head to press her cheek to the golden unicorn's. Quivering legs, from both her awkward half squat and the honey-sweet attention her lover lavished on her clit, threatened to give way beneath her. "I... I can't..." Fire Starter whispered back.
Goldie adjusted himself behind her, releasing her tail and momentarily abandoning Fire Starter's moistening puss. He thrust his hips forward to give her support, albeit it with his cock pressing insistently against her leg. Warm hands roamed her body, one travelling up her shirt to squeeze at her smaller than average breasts and the other gliding over her belly until his palm rested just over her bladder and his finger was again free to tease her marehood, teasingly tracing those slick nether lips. "What, grown mares don't wet the bed?" At that, he pressed his palm down on her bladder and she squeaked loudly enough for neighbors to hear. To her embarrassment and surprise, her squeak was the least of her concerns; she sighed as the pressure mounted beyond anything comfortably tolerable and she gave in, just a little. She squeezed his head in her grip as she let loose and her stream started to flow. Goldie, sharp as he was, cupped his hand beneath her again to catch the scintillating cider stream Skree was letting loose. He hummed happily as it ran between his fingers, sinful warmth coating the digits only to drip down delicately to the bedsheets.
It wouldn't last long though, Fire Starter's self consciousness reared its head again and she squeezed her legs together to stop herself from just letting it all out. As good as it felt, she didn't want to have to clean up an even bigger mess and she was thus far only half sure about the odd new fetish. Goldie wrenched his hand free and lapped at his fingers to clean them, planting a smooch on her cheek as a reward. "There's a good girl, doesn't that feel better?" Fire Starter nodded her head, chest heaving with each deep breath as she tugged on her boyfriend's ear.
"Now, how about we make a good morning into a great one, hmm?" Goldie withdrew, shimmying back on his knees, and gave her neck a forceful bite. He didn't have fangs like she did otherwise he'd surely have broken the skin of her neck, but even so he nearly bruised her as he 'encouraged' her to lie back down.
Skree squeaked and hurriedly kicked her pajama bottoms off of her ankles, a little early morning fun was the least Goldie could offer after embarrassing her like that! Her flushed cheeks still almost glowed in the low light, "Y-you'd better make it worth the mess you just made," she offered as boldly as she could manage, but without a word Goldie gave his answer in a series of gentle nips at her thigh, lips trailing tantalizingly close to her moistening honeypot but never quite reaching. She huffed her frustration, hands reaching for his mane to try and guide him closer to his target.
Slick femlube dribbled down Fire Starter's cunt, giving her puss a lewd sheen as an aura formed around Goldie's horn, a rich golden pair of hands came to life at the hem of Skree's top, one slid beneath to rub her belly as the other traced ethereal fingers down her exposed thigh. Skree's breath caught in her throat and her hands tugged pleadingly at her boyfriend's mane, "Just a little higher, stud," she cooed breathlessly.
She closed her eyes and let Goldie work. Warmth and the unmistakable tingle of magic kneaded her rump, she rolled over and raised her ass at the command of the magical hand and was rewarded with a deep, loving slurp from Goldie. His breath washed over her vulva, hot enough still to feel warm against her sex, his greedy tongue lapped at her drooling lips and she moaned, finally feeling some small sense of relief. Then his mouth went back to work elsewhere, abandoning her slit but never straying far as he savored her curious taste. She didn't care any more about her accident; Goldie was more than happy to get started on licking her clean, his attentions brought plenty of new emotions and desires to her mind. She did, however, care that he was taking his sweet time in getting to the point.
Her face buried in the pillow, ass raised in submission and pussy soaking itself more by the second, Skree was ready to be bred like a bitch in heat. Goldie grinned and spanked her with a magical hand, reveling in the way her supple ass jiggled against his face. She squeaked as his magic fell on her and he spanked her again and again, until her legs began quaking and her pussy was again wet enough to threaten dripping. Perfect he thought to himself as she thrust her hips back in a desperate bid to get his attention where she believed it belong.
The ethereal palm he'd conjured felt far more corporeal than it had any right to as he brought it down hard on her rump once more, Skree shrieked and immediately stopped pushing back against him, she was slowly getting the idea that it was his show. She whimpered and whined, one of her hands groping at her still clothed breasts as her last bid for any control at all. Goldie took even that away from her. The gentle glow of a third hand pulled Fire Starter's wrist away from her chest and another magical hand took its place, hot, electric magic pinched her nipple and she groaned into the pillows.
She fought to keep her leathery wings in check, but the fire burning in her pussy was starting to consume her mind. Goldie gave her another tender lick and swallowed her juices with a gleeful, rich chuckle. Skree was about to beg him when instead of leaving, his tongue slid back to her clit and pressed against her pleasure buzzer hard enough to make the bat squeak profusely. She huffed and batted her wings, fighting not to thrust back into him, to be a good bat, squeaking her delight all the while.
"C'mon just fuck me, you've had your fun!" She pleaded.
Goldie's magical hands all disappeared from her body, their light no longer giving the room a warming glow. He pulled his face away from her achingly needy cunt with one final, loving suckle on her clit. Skree whined and looked back in time to feel as well as see his incredibly hot cock slide between her cheeks. The fires of both their lusts burned together, his shaft was already slick! Had he used his magic to spread his pre over himself already? Fuck, it doesn't matter, just stick it in she thought hungrily. 14 inches of mottled pink pony prick glided effortlessly over her drooling marehood and between her asscheeks and for the first he time Goldie vocalized his pleasure; his supremely satisfied sigh joined Skree's moans as the pair ground against one another, a sinful cocktail of his pre and her lube making their efforts frictionless and all the more rewarding.
Goldie spread her labia with the fingers of one hand and with the other guided the tip of his yet unflared cock to her entrance. His dick throbbed with his hammering heart, every excited bounce begging for him to just sink his length into her and pound her, he thrust his hips forward and his blunt cockhead strained at her entrance, stretching her slowly until her hungry pussy could swallow his tip. It was almost too much all at once, the two of them shuddered in unison and Goldie gripped her hips with both hands. Skree had lost all patience, she needed him inside her and she was going to get him inside her. The bat mare howled as his length speared her, she pushed back as quickly as she could on all fours, but Goldie never allowed her to slip past his medial ring. She whined again, her hole stretched snugly around his impressive girth, but somehow not quite satisfied. "If you don't fuck me silly, I'm gonna tie you to the bed and ride you until your balls are so drained it will hurt to even think of sex!"
Goldie frowned and pulled back, leaving only his tip inside her, his own hand fell against her ass hard enough to make her yelp and as she did he stuffed an ethereal cock down her throat, the luminescence of its golden balls lit her face enough to show her furious blush every time they sank to her chin. Obediently, Skree sucked at the dick down her throat, stealing breath as often as Goldie deigned to allow the dick pull out far enough to no longer bulge her throat. "You're such an angry little bat, if you're patient I'll get to slamming all the way to your cervix, otherwise it's gonna be a long day for you." Goldie said definitively.
He rocked forward again, teasing with barely a few inches of his proud stallionhood. The wet squelching of her sodden box told them both just how much pre Goldie had been pumping into her already and just how wet she'd been getting. Skree's mind had gone quiet, spit roasted on her boyfriend's dick and the magic he stuffed down her throat she found she was quite content to take it slow for the moment... Maybe.
With a snort, Goldie pushed forward until his medial ring bumped Skree's cunt again, the sudden change in thickness making his passage ever so slightly more difficult; Skree felt it like the beginning of a griffin knot. Thick cock flesh bumping at her nether lips again, threatening to stretch her wide and ruin her, she moaned, Goldie pressed into her and allowed her already tight snatch to get accustomed to the abrupt girth of his medial ring. It hurt in all the best ways.
Skree squeaked around the magical dick in her mouth, her breath quickened, she was done waiting. She groaned deeply as she pressed back against her lover, determined to take the rest of his member even as it mercilessly stretched her. She could feel his heartbeat through his cock, every thump sending electric pleasure through her pussy until his tip kissed at her cervix. Fuck, he's so damn deep... Can't take anymore, but need to!
Goldie, as if reading her mind, bucked his hips forward until the folds of his sheath bumped her cunt, leaving lewd, sticky strings of their sexual fluids as he pulled back to ram into her again. Skree quivered, eyes wide as his thrusts stretched her, every ridge on his cock gliding over her most sensitive nerves. She tried to moan but her body was paralyzed with pleasure, she could manage nothing except the automatic response of her vaginal walls to tense around his member in a desperate attempt to milk his cum from him and give her a belly full of foals. The two of them launched into a bed shaking rhythm, the quiet night punctuated by the wet slap of Goldie's balls against his mare's rear and the heavy breathing of two ponies obsessed with nothing but getting off.
"Celestia, yes! K-keep going, fill with your baby batter!" Fire Starter yelped, eventually piecing together a coherent thought and finding her voice; she was close, white-hot pleasure was searing her mind and she wanted Goldie to know it. Every flex of her sodden snatch, every ragged breath, every pleading word, she wanted to drive him to climax with everything she had!
Goldie's erratic pace told her that he was close too, he grunted as his cock flared inside her, battering her cervix with every violent thrust, but just before he could finish, he pulled out, quite unceremoniously. Skree squeaked in a distraught panic, looking back at her boyfriend as the ethereal dick in her mouth disappeared too; he'd dropped her! She was right there, how could he? His cock still between her cheeks he pumped once more against her, a hand holding his flared cock down as it passed the apex of her rump and the first thick rope of his cum splattered Skree's face. She gasped and licked some of his spunk from her lips, a hand quickly reaching for her clit to finish the job he'd started, but his magic again seized her wrist and wrenched it away, pinning her where she was, still on the brink. She huffed angrily, blushing furiously as his spooge continued to splatter her back in his steadily weakening orgasm. "W-why?!" Skree pleaded, desperately pushing back to grind against his cock.
"Because," Goldie said, catching his breath, "I still have big plans for you, silly." Skree squeaked sadly, almost nervously. Her body was shaking and she'd lost her moment, robbed of what she wanted to be a mind shattering orgasm by the cruel design of her boyfriend. "Don't you feel like going our for pancakes?"
Skree glowered at him, the sun had started peaking through their blinds. "You're fuckin' paying, jackass." Goldie chuckled, wiping his softening cock off on her ample ass.
"Fair enough. Oh and Skree, grown mares don't wet the bed..." The bat mare blushed and rolled her eyes at him, "You should probably wear something to make sure you don't have any accidents at the restaurant," Goldie smirked. Fire Starter buried her face in angry confusion, it was going to be a long day, Celestia but she wanted to punch him. She sighed and nodded her head, agreeing at the promise of free pancakes and later, hopefully, that mind shattering orgasm he owed her.
