As I grabbed my mug of apple cider, I took in the scenery around me.
There was a gathering at Sweet Apple Acres. Apparently, it was to celebrate a... coming of age party or something. I guess the alcohol was taking effect already, seeing as I was on my second mug so far. Anyways, everyone was invited to eat apple fritters, turnovers, apple this, apple that, it's called Sweet APPLE Acres for a reason.
My thoughts were stopped as a marshmallow grabbed my plaid shirt from behind. Actually, more like a marshmallow-colored hand and a blue aura around my shirt, but who care's about details, right?
"How can you wear such a DISGUSTING shirt to a social convention," a white unicorn yelled at me. "Where's your fashion sense?!"
"Um, nowhere." I shrugged. "Is fashion such a big deal?"
That triggered her, eyes getting dilated. "Fashion? Big deal?! OF COURSE IT IS, YOU IDIOT DONKEY!" A bray came from somewhere. "How can you think this is acceptable? I will give you a better garment! Come to Carousel Boutique, I will give you somethin-"
"Rarity!" This time, a purple hand grabbed this monstrosity called "Rarity" and snapped her out of her rage, though Rarity was muttering under her breath. "I'm so sorry about that, she can go on and on sometimes." Unlike the marshmallow, I knew this pony, and I showed it with a slight bow. "Ah, Princess Twilight."
"Please," Princess Twilight was blushing, "don't be so formal. Just 'Twilight' is fine."
I nodded, and gave a small wave. "Thank you, Twilight. Enjoy your night."
"You as well."
And with that, Twilight took away her friend, and I was left alone once more. I browsed the scenery, and a stray chair caught my attention. Well, my legs could use a break, so... I went and sat.
There were a lot of ponies here, of all colors and styles. Young and old, hip and those who needed hips, there were even dragons! Actually, just Spike, Twilight's assistant, but he counts! But being able to be sit and relax, stress-free, even for a night, is-
"Excuse me?"
WOULD be amazing! I turned towards the voice. A yellow mare stood there, and her midriff was showing. And her thighs. She was underdressed for this occassion, no matter how well her red mane might accompany her face. Her arms were crossed, pushing up her bust in her white button-up. Overall, a simple, but effective, style.
"I appreciate the attention, but eyes up here." Amber-colored eyes met mine. "You're sitting in my seat."
I looked at her with fake surprise. "I mean, this seat was open earlier, practically begging for someone to sit in it. Don't know what to tell ya."
She... wasn't happy, to say the least. "You ain't telling me shit, you're moving out of my seat!" She grabbed my wrist with both hands, trying to actually pull me out. Seriously? She seemed so much smaller than me. But I didn't budge, prompting her to try again. "Get out, or I'll kick your balls back into your stomach!" Then, this mare raised her leg. Even in the face of possible, and probable, injury, I couldn't help but glimpse at her frilly panties hidden under her red skirt. Yeah, I know I am so lucky and also dumb.
"Try it."
Her leg came back, preparing to release its force upon my sacred "jewels". I figured I had enough time for one more sip left before my life changed, so I began to raise my mug to my lips.
And my face got splattered with cider.
The cup had flown out of my grip, and- oh, I saw them again. Anyways, her foot was almost touching my muzzle, and I was certain if contact was made, it would be hell for a week or two. "You understand?"
"Oh, I understand." I turned my attention to my shirt, stained with the foamy drink. "Unfortunately, I'm too soaked TO stand." Her eyes filled with even more fury, and I swear her red hair would catch fire at this rate. So she placed her hands on the armrests, my own in my lap, and got in my face. At that moment, I actually felt a bit nervous. This bit- mare packs a kick, so I should avoid that much... But my nerves became confusion as she smiled, stood up, and turned around.
Then, as her ass hit my lap, surprise took over. Suddenly, her shirt was the only thing I could see, and I smelled... apples. Why am I not- you know what, screw it. And then this crazed mare turned her head to me, and said, "If you won't leave my seat, you will BE my seat. Okay, sugarplum?" What would any sane stallion do? That's right, enjoy it. Kind of.
I cleared my throat. "You DO realize that you can sit in front of me, right? There's enough room." My hands went to her waist to push her forward. It hit me now just how slim she was. Her hands went over mine to stop my attempt. She pouted, which I've only seen in a-neigh-me so far. "But you're more comfortable than wood." Was... was it a joke? But I knew what she was trying.
So rather than fight it, I went along and relaxed back into the chair, arms on the armrest. "Make yourself at home, then."
"Oh, I will." To accentuate her point, she moved her rear in circles a few times. I won't ever admit it openly, but I wanted to moan and grind back. But patience was my friend here.
However...
After half a minute of silence, maybe someone should say something. So I cleared my throat once more.
"So, cherry boy, what brings you here?"
Chuckles escaped before I responded, "Well, free booze, free food, and free time. So why not?"
"You come here with anyone?"
"I originally had a friend tagging along, but they bailed on me at the last minute."
"Aw, that sucks." She adjusted her position, moving her back against my chest. The smell of apples became stronger- ohhh, shit. The one thing that I didn't want to happen, well, happened; I started to get hard. Even though this stranger was on my lap and moving, I hoped she didn't notice, or ignore it if she knew. Hopefully, a change of topic was a suitable cover.
"How the hell was your kick that strong?"
She actually seemed taken by the question, but answered anyways. "Bucking apples all day. And-"
"What you do with apples in your spare time is none of my business!"
For the first time, a smile appeared on her face, then I saw and heard her chuckle. That chuckle spread to me, and we laughed for a few seconds. Even though she was pressed against me, she seemed to be trying to push me into the chair even more! Some ponies... But after the giggle fit passed, we were able to carry on.
"Ah, you're a funny one. Not too many ponies here like that kind of humor."
"Most of them are prudes."
"Right! Like, I have needs I take care of, but some things are just great material!"
"What, like being walked in on?"
This night still had firsts for me to see, because she started blushing. An attempt at hiding her faced ultimately failed. "That's happened more times than I would ever admit. Sadly."
"Luckily, I've only had that happen once. Let's just say, mother certainly learned to knock before entering."
"Why do ponies never knock?! Seriously. It's just knock and listen. Like, when I'm going to town and into it, the worst thing that can happen is-"
So do you know that feeling of nervousness where the heat in your body is replaced by ice? Yeah, me too. I was so caught up in the conversation that I didn't notice my erection getting bigger, and her gesturing hands... brushed it. I couldn't think of any excuses, or reasons, anything to say. Apparently, neither could she for a few moments.
"a-... u-... I. Did I cause that?" She got off of my lap, and got on her knees in front of me. If I didn't know better, I thought she would blow me. But her brushes of the hands became traces of her fingers on my cock, going for every inch. All she could do is breathe and stare. Even through my pants, I felt every hot exhale.
"...yeah. You did." My hands started shaking a little bit. I still couldn't calm my nerves. She grabbed me by my knee and looked me in the eye, but this gaze was more questioning.
"...you, um, want me to. You know." If words didn't communicate it, her firm grip did. "Take care of this?"
Just as I was getting a hold of things mentally, another wave struck. "I... if you want. I guess." I looked away from my front, but another question came to mind. "Wait, here?! HERE?!" I started to panic. The chair was fairly isolated, but still, the nearest patron was only ten feet away, and there was no coverage.
"No!" Her voice was sharp. "No, the barn right over there. There ain't anybody over there right now." I looked to where she nodded her head, and...
"...yeah. Let's go." With the next inhale, the answer, and reality, hit both of us. So she got up, grabbed my hand, and gently pulled me. I was up by the time she started walking. Not a word was exchanged, but our shaking hands said enough in the moment. I tried the old cliche of squeezing her hand to assure her, and you know what? It seemed like she relaxed. Do movie tropes work sometimes? (They don't.) But anything doubts we had before the entrance came right back after we passed it. After the threshold, she let go of my hand and turned towards me. "So, here we go... Should we kiss first?"
It was hard to look anywhere near her face, but I responded, "Yeah, that should be fine." Her breath hit my muzzle, and- freaking apples AGAIN. But that wouldn't get in the way as I, once again, tried the old trope of stroking her hair out of her face before moving in. It worked. (That's debatable.) Her eyes closed first, lips puckering slightly. I mirrored her, tilting my head the other way, and our lips made contact.
Contrary to belief, fireworks don't go off mentally. In fact, the only thing I was thinking of was, "Don't fuck this up." As her soft lips caressed mine, letting time and nature flow, I relaxed a bit.
After a few seconds, we parted. I was still getting over the kiss, but I couldn't gather my thoughts before she initiated another kiss. This time felt more desparate, like her need was growing. Since the first one was over, there was more of a natural flow this time. I wanted more, though, so I creeped up her back, setting my hands on her shoulders under her shirt. Reciprocating the affection, her hands got to stroking my hair and the side of my face.
She pulled away first, and immediately started attacking the buttons on her small shirt. Being a curious young lad, I had seen plenty of boobs in magazines. But to see the shirt come off, with no bra to boot, was on another level. They weren't overly big, probably a bit more than a handful, but they fit her small, toned figure. The moment they were available, I latched on, feeling them for all I was worth. My hands worked her cleavage, and my thumbs tried to work her dark brown nipples. Tried, in that I just wanted to savor everything during this time.
Her gasps and moans were all I needed to know that my movements were pleasurable, but when she grabbed my wrists, I stopped. "Um... give me a moment. Turn around." So I did.
After however long, I heard, "Ok. Um, turn around." Once I circled and saw her, I had to take a moment.
One arm was covering her breasts, which I found pointless, since I've already seen them. Then, I saw her abdomen, then... oh. Oh. Her other hand covered her crotch, but my imagination was enough. I was a bit stunned, admiring her figure until she spoke, "hey, you should take your clothes off, too."
Fair enough. I went for my buttons on my shirt, taking my time. Not only could I take in the view of her figure, but where's the fun without teasing? So I slowly, SLOWLY got all five undone. Once I stripped my shirt, the mare's gaze lingered where it was. I'm not ripped, but basic exercise helps. But once it came to my pants, since I was going without boxers, again, why stop the teasing? "Hey, why don't YOU take them off?"
She looked incredulous, like I asked her to punt a filly to Canterlot. But her eyes looked at the button, the sole object holding my pants, and she approached. Honestly, I was nervous, but I also knew what would happen. So, as the mare went to work pulling my pants down, I just let it happen.
As the first few inches of my cock showed, nothing strange happened. Then she kept pulling, and more appeared. She was almost mid-thigh, and her expression went from impressed to surprised, to complete awe. She looked like a fish out of water, eyes locked on to the prize. "No. No way... no. It's too fucking big." Her hands traced the member in front of her. "...wow..."
"Hey, relax." I touched her head. "It can fit."
"How?!"
I shrugged. "...Saliva will work well enough."
Her eyes were still fearful. "I can't suck that! I can't even fit my hand around it," she said and demonstrated her attempt.
See, fantasies can maybe come true once in a while. "So, why not just start with stroking and kissing it? Continue at your pace." Her apprehension was apparent, but the longer she looked at my member, the more she looked ready. Her tongue touched my tip, and it was electricity to me. I almost lost control right there. I felt her hands grip at the base, then the other hand in front, and one more time. A poor try at measuring the inches, but valiant nonetheless. "How big is this, anyways?"
"Hell if I know. But you can take it all, right?"
"NO!" She shied away, leaving me, and mini-me, hanging. "Just give me a moment." I could tell one thing, even being the hopeless romantic I am: she was still very scared, and that wouldn't change going at this pace. So it was time to mix things up. "Hey, just lie down."
She shook her head as she cried, "You'll tear me in half!"
"Not that. Not yet, at least. Just lie down." Once she was in the position, I crawled over her and started kissing her lips again. At least now, she visibly relaxed, coming into the kiss more and more. I pulled away, and my index and middle fingers prodded at her lips. "Just try sucking these for now. Okay?" And she was on board with that idea, as my fingers sank into her mouth. With one hand free, and MY mouth open, I went back to work on the marvelous mammaries.
I'll tell you, having fingers sucked somehow actually feels good. This mare was able to work her tongue and mouth now. The free hand went to her right breast, and I attached my mouth to her left nipple. Instantly, her breathing picked up, and moans started coming from her. Well, this is a step in the right direction. I alternated my hand between teasing her nipple, and massaging the cleavage. My kissing and sucking started going lower, from her collarbone to her stomach. I deemed my fingers wet enough, pulled them out, and moved face to face with her bare pussy. Would you guess what it smelled like downstairs?
I rubbed the outside of her pussy in circles with my lubricated fingers, getting even stronger moans. "Oh, that- oh FUCK!" Her hands reached out, trying to grab more solid material than hay. Being afraid of getting whacked, even accidentally, I stopped and put an arm across her abdomen.
"Have you've done this before?"
Through the slightly ragged breaths, she answered, "So many times, but it feels so good when you do it."
My ego was stroked in ways my dick should've been, but I went right back to work. I spread apart her lips with my thumbs and started licking from bottom to past the clit. My silence was matched by the mare's vocalizations and movements. Her twat began leaking juices heavier, and now her thighs squirmed, threatening to hit my head. I once again stopped my ministrations and her thighs with my hands, my eyes peering from my spot.
"Having fun," I asked, smirking.
This time, the gasps were longer and heavier, small beads of sweat running. "You... are so amazing..." Even her eyes looked unfocused. "Don't stop." After everything that has happened and would happen, I couldn't agree more. I circled her vagina to lubricate my two fingers, then I inserted them. Hopefully, porn taught me something useful. I raised my fingertips to the- there it was! And she almost lost it completely this time, with her prior moans and groans bordering on screams now. Now, to put together my limited knowledge!
I switched between sucking on her clit and teasing the spot inside. Bringing my other hand in, I was stimulating so many spots that she probably never worked in before. I added one more finger in, so three fingers working her internally. My other hand flat on her stomach and that thumb working her clit, and tongue teasing around her outer lips and outside.
This time, my head was trapped in by thighs and calves. My hair was grabbed with such force that it hurt, but I kept at it. "Ah! Keep- FUUUCK!" The effort was soon rewarded with her cries, pants, and squirming, all noises music to my ears at this point. I took it that after several seconds of the same motions, that should have been her orgasm, or something close to it. As I pulled away from her groin, the aftershocks of her climax still kept going. Her eyes were tightened, and legs twitched sometimes. I didn't hear a coherent sentence from her for a bit, until I did hear, "Celestia, I couldn't stop cumming."
I licked my lips, savoring the taste. "But it's not fair that you get your mind blown..." Mini-me was starting to twitch, eager for attention. "And you don't blow me."
Her response was still separated by pants. "I told you I can't fit it."
"So just stick your tongue out, and let me do the rest."
She did as I said, and I knelt down to the side of her head. She started to turn her head, but my hand placed her back to look straight forward. The heavy, hot breaths teased the tip already. With the thought, and the positions, in place, I put the base of my member on the wet muscle. Already, it was such an exciting feeling, and pre started to bead on the tip. As I pulled my hips away, the electricity from earlier hit harder. The tip hit her mouth, and she kissed it, gathering the lube. It was so fucking hot, but I had to keep a sense of control and pace. So I only worked the shaft of my cock, working at my own pace this time. My balls, filled with cum aching to shoot out, gently hit her. The itch to go faster was building up. It hurt to ignore it. I pulled away from her, and the question was apparent in her gaze. "Get on your knees." She did, but her eyes remained focused on my package, what she wanted more of. "You ever jack off a stallion?"
A wordless shake of her head. "Ok, so spit on your hand and work that around." She spit into her palm, before generously coating my dick. I was no stranger to jacking off with lube, so I wasn't too worried about cumming early. Should I have been? Considering she put both hands at my base and started kissing the tip clear of pre once again, probably. I moaned like she did, feeling her... overly tight grip. "Hey. Hold on." She stopped her movements. "You're not milking a cow. Just barely grab onto it. Keep a loose hold." The hands relaxed, and slid smoother than before. Not bad for a newbie. Still, my glans was being teased, and that was the biggest obstacle. I had to think of- bingo. "Don't forget the balls. Jack me off, and lick them, kiss, just be gentle, okay?"
This mare was excellent at listening and picking up on new things. It made me wonder if she was lying. Maybe she's never been with a stallion this hung. See, having my testicles taken care of did nothing for me except give me a breather. One of her hands moved from my rod, and in between her legs.
"I want your cum."
...Well, I was surprised, tricked, and possibly bamboozled. As she said that from her current position, I figured we could get things going a bit faster given the circumstances. But with hot breath, then licks and her mouth working my tip, well, there's no time like the present. I grabbed her head, pulling her away before asking, "You like my week's worth of pre-cum?"
"It tastes a bit strange, but good."
Lust was getting to me a bit. "You want even more, bitch?"
This time, a wordless nod and moan. I wanted to tease her just a little bit more. I grabbed the shaft and swung my dick side to side, seeing if her eyes would track it. She was hooked, following it like her next meal. "Why don't you lay down and spread your legs, then?" Even though I didn't expect too much at this party, I went to my pants and grabbed the condom from the back pocket, and put it on. With the wetness, it slid on easily, and covered almost all of my cock. I turned around, and she was ready, fingering herself either to prepare, or stay aroused. Either way, I wanted to do one last thing before the real deal. I put my balls right up against her pussy, my tip resting a few inches past her belly button. I wanted to show exactly what she was in for. The desire never left her stare. "Ready?"
"...I trust ya, hon. You're more experienced than I am."
As a last measure, I spit into my own hand and coated the condom. I finally lined up to the entrance, and... well, all I knew was to feel around for some give. Once I did feel it, I felt bad enough about hiding it to say, "No. I'm a virgin."
Her jaw dropped. "No way that's true. You're great at this!"
"Great at looking at porn, sure."
"Howwwww- shit..."
With that, I pushed in. At first, the resistance was almost unbreakable, but I slowly sawed only the head in and out. If what I felt at the moment was a sample, this would be so amazing. But I couldn't move much more than barely an inch. "You're too tight."
"No, you're just too big."
"Why not both of those?" As I leaned in for another kiss, taking her attention away from her nethers, I felt more give, and finally pushed more in.
How to describe it... It was like entering a place I should not be in, but once I was in, it swallowed me back. The tightness and heat, moisture, texture, I couldn't put into words. So, I didn't, instead opting to just push more inches. As more went in, her eyes shut harder and harder, jaw open. I stroked her hair. "You holding up fine?"
"...I don't know." She tried lifting her head up to see the scene. "How much is in?"
I felt bad lying about it, but as I answered, "Halfway there," she loosened up. Before I pushed more in, I figured to work what was already in, thrusting in a rhythm. "Let's just... oh, fuck. Let's just... take it slow."
As I pulled out, the vagina wanted me to return in. I had to close my eyes and thank Celestia that the condom numbed me enough to savor what was going on. Arms wrapped around my back, and I felt soft mounds press against my chest. I opened my eyes and saw her ear, her pants and groans going into my own. "Doing good?"
"Mmm, wonderful so far."
"So, are YOU a virgin? You're so tight around my big." I leaned in to directly speak into her ear. "Thick." A whisper. "Cock." A moan escaped her mouth, and her inner walls seemed to grab me even more. I felt her answer in my own ear. "Yeah. But dildos are the only reason I don't hurt right now."
"But you've never had something this big inside?"
"Not even close."
I let out a short laugh. "Good." I pulled away from her side, looking in her eyes one more time. "It'll make this more memorable." My hands went to her breasts, repeating my earlier motions of massaging. I swear, her voice went up an octave or so and became a shout. "FUCK!"
This was on another plane of pleasure, but I pushed more inches inside. Now, I was past halfway. At this point, my focus went from her cleavage to exclusively her nipples. My thumbs were the only thing working them, but that seemed enough. With her eyes closed, voice in ecstasy, and... so vulnerable.
Something about that moment, recognizing how she trusted me with her body, made it more intense. The only way I felt to express the intensity was to start kissing and licking her neck. All of the stimulation seemed almost unbearable as her words became muddied, and her grip around my back pulled us even closer. I could feel a different sensation building: it was more like a burning in my balls, going up to my base... Oh shit... But orgasm wasn't the only thing building.
I turned my face away as a familiar itch in my nostrils started. Really? Of all things to happen, this was probably the worst. Possible. Thing. Trying to prevent it, I raised my elbow to my mouth.
"Ah-choo!"
...The easiest way to kill a sexy moment is shit like this.
I opened my eyes and looked at my partner, her eyebrows raised. Then, a chuckle. Finally, laughter. What she found hilarious, I found embarrassing. The blush on my face showed enough. Luckily, my "disastrous plaid shirt" was within arms reach if I stretched, so I reached and grabbed it. While I wiped my nose, she was still laughing. Laughter being contaigious, I couldn't help but join in a bit. We laughed together, words coming out in fragments.
She spoke first, her hands covering her mouth. "Not *haha* used to hay much, *hahaha* are ya?"
I calmed down a bit and tossed my shirt somewhere. "Not really." A few giggles still came out. "That sucks." Luckily enough, my erection was still hard enough to perform. "Since you laughed at my misfortune, I'm going to go in balls deep. Okay?"
"Suuure, you will." But once our gazes met, and my seriousness came through, she didn't laugh as much. "Oh. Oh, please no. Plea-"
I grabbed her shoulders and pushed, forcing another inch inside, and her voice to be silent. Then two. Three. I was almost there. My action caused her to shriek, tightening her arms around my back. "I was onl- Fuck, you're TOO BIG!"
"I thought we already talked about that." My hands went right to her back, above her ass, lifting her up. Again, one more thing from porn. But I felt a barrier resisting my cock. "But you're taking all of my dick, and my cum. Got it?" Her face was still in shock, her breath the only thing going. I kissed her on the jaw. "Good. Grab onto something."
I pulled out so only the head remained, pushing in only the first half. I worked that much for a few strokes before going to her cervix again. I settled into the rhythm, keeping a steady pace. Every big push in grinded against her spot because each one made her body tense. Desiring a bit more, on each stroke in, I lifted my ass up, and ass down on the out. It made her voice louder than before, screams replacing words. Pain started to shoot in my back, nails digging in. With my hold on her back, I did everything I could to fill her up. I could feel climax coming once more. "Where do you want my cum?"
There was no answer in between her vocalizations. So I just chose a spot. I pulled out completely, taking off the condom before laying my cock on her stomach once again. The underside was throbbing with each thrust, and I didn't last long.
Pleasure shot through my body, each spurt of sperm shooting onto her face, some of them even past. I had to close my eyes, but my hips kept moving, only making the ecstasy stronger. The thick ropes didn't seem to stop, blurring together. I came so hard, semen eager to try and fill up her womb.
Once I opened my eyes, hers were glued shut. There was barely any yellow visible on her face, and plenty of cum covered her collarbone and some on her tits. Her hand went to her neck, grabbing some and putting it in her mouth. It was actually fucking hot to see that sight. Once again, I grabbed my terrible shirt and went to clean her face, but her free hand swatted me away.
"I... I want to taste all of it."
Holy shit. One eye was open, like she was winking, and saying that just made her more attractive. As her fingers scooped the thick cum, trying to indulge herself in it, I folded my garment, using it as a makeshift pillow as I laid next to her.
"You got one more shot in ya?"
"Greedy, aren't we?" I slapped my soft dick against her thigh. "I'm spent for tonight."
But I realized something that I just had to laugh at.
"You know what? We don't even know each others' names." I scooped some cum from her collarbone, feeding her more. "I'm Night Light." She laughed. "Yeah, my parents hated naming me."
"It's fine, just the same name as Princess Twilight's dad." She extended her clean hand. "Applebloom."
And my body went cold. "Um, Applejack's sister, Applebloom?" I leaned into her ear and whispered, "will your sister kill me for this?"
"Nah, she shouldn't. I'm legal. A great coming-of-age party."
"Coming in more ways than one."
We both laughed at my shit joke before letting silence dictate the direction of conversation. I lightly stroked her abs, and seeing her light smile was nice. Then, after a bit of silence, I noticed her stomach moving evenly, and her eyes closed. Being so nice, this time, I succeeded in cleaning her up with my shirt. Conveniently enough, there was a blanket not too far away. After I covered her up and put her clothes next to her, one last kiss to part, I got dressed and started on my way out, and-
Oh Celestia, geld me.
It was Applejack, accompanied by a red stallion who looked muscular enough to beat me to a pulp with no effort. Both of them looked so pissed at one... certain pony. "You have a fun one night stand with my sister?" If I didn't answer right, I had a feeling they would uncross their arms and... "convince" me never to come back. I hid my face in my hands, trying to justify my position. "Just please let me expl-"
"Let ME explain."
I jumped. From surprise, I swear! Applebloom stood next to me, fully dressed. She pushed me away lightly, but her hand rested on my shoulder blade. "I didn't scratch ya too bad, did I?"
"Nothing I can't handle."
A smile grew on her face. She pushed again. "Go ahead. And thanks." And as I walked away from the scene, I heard the voices of the trio mixing with the crowd, then eventually fading out to the night, all I could think was...
Worth it!
Author's Note
Please let me know if there are mistakes. It's my first attempt at smut and first-person POV, and I actually want it to be decent...
Anyways, feel free to give me feedback, and have a good day!
As I almost stepped into the entrance of Carousel Boutique, the door opened and showed Applebloom. She approached and started, "I'm in a bit of a hurry, but thanks for last night." To end it, she kissed me on the cheek. Then she took off in a jog.
At least now I know it wasn't just a wonderful dream.
But even as I recalled the events of last night, I felt a stare in my direction. I met a pair of green eyes before turning to see Applebloom off. I swear this short-stack of a marshmallow was staring at me, and doing a very poor job of trying to hide it. Seriously, someone who came up to my shoulder or chin at MOST was staring me down? I don't get any respect around here!
As I entered Carousel Boutique, the smaller marshmallow waited as the big one walked into the room, pinching the bridge of her nose. Her mane was a bit messy, perhaps some bedhead. Dare I say, Rarity looked a bit better with it. "How can I help?" Rarity's words were a whisper compared to last night's rant.
"Well, last night, you told me to come here to replace my plaid shirt. I wanted to see what you have."
"Oh, yes. PLAID shirt." Rarity winced and grabbed her head. She sighed before going on, "Sorry, darling. I'm not well. Just give me a minute," she said as she went into another room. "Sweetie Belle, please get some tea for our guest."
As both ponies walked out of the room, I saw a couch. Helping myself, I sat on the soft leather cushion. There was nothing to do but wait for my tea. The creaking of the door got me as... Sweetie Belle, was it? She brought a small cup of tea. The plate almost caught on her jacket two sizes too big for her as she set it in front of me. It was more courteous than anything. I assumed Sweetie knew Rarity enough for me to ask, "Rarity's hungover, right?"
"Very. Once she tastes alcohol, it's like a fish in water."
"Seems like it. Anyways, Sweetie Belle, right?"
"That's right. Rarity's little sister. What's your name?"
"Night Light."
Sweetie Belle tried covering her mouth while giggling. "Your parents hated naming you."
"I know. That's what I say!"
"And I see you're fairly close to Applebloom."
I sipped some of the tea. Was it licorice? Either way, I liked it with the lemon and honey in there. "What makes you say that?"
"The kiss earlier."
"Oh. Yeah."
I went for another sip. For some reason, she decided to lean in, like what she would say next was a secret.
"And the fact you were balls-deep in her last night."
The surprise made me choke, and I started coughing. Damn it! How did she know? More importantly, what could I do to salvage the situation? Other than the droplets of tea on the table and stain on the inside of my elbow, of course...
"What are you talking about?"
"Don't act like you don't know. I saw you railing Applebloom."
There was no point in hiding from it, then. "Did you tell Applejack?"
"No. She just saw me rubbing myself furiously, and got curious." She shrugged in a nonchalant way. "Sorry about that."
I shook my head. "So what? What does it matter?"
"I'll tell you two things. Applebloom is a very close friend of mine, and it's not fair that she gets fucked into oblivion while I'm alone."
Her proposal didn't go in vain. "So I fuck you, and we're even?"
"Pretty much."
I had to consider, was I going to fuck another little sister? Will I go through with it again? But the reminder of the pussy that enveloped me in such a tight hug... It was rationality versus instinct, but I figured a compromise.
Hiding my face in my hands once again, I spoke, "You know what? You have a few minutes to get me hard. But if I get hard, you have to take it all."
"Your cock isn't that big. I saw it last night." The smugness levels... She was so sure. OK, short stuff.
I relaxed further into the cushions. "Oh, perfect. Then we both get what we want today. So let's get going." I gestured towards my lap.
Rather than any foreplay, Sweetie Belle got on her knees right in front of me. Deja Vu! "Oh, we're doing it here?"
"Rarity doesn't open this place for two more hours."
"Well, fuck it, then."
Her stare at my junk was all I needed to know her agreement. She started in a more direct way, opting to nuzzle up against my crotch with her cheek. Going back and forth brought on a different sensation than last night. Not to say it was anything bad, but still. All I did was lean back and groan at the stimulation. Sad to say, even though it was slight, it was going in Sweetie's favor right now. My "small" prick would make its presence known.
Right about now.
"Already? You're easy!" She chuckled. Her hand went to massage the flaccid member.
"Why don't you look at it?"
"I'm tired of looking. I want to suck it!" As she attacked the button on my jeans like Applebloom did, I was surprised that she was so forward and willing. For now, at least. But I figured, 'Let her go at her pace.'
Once I felt the hem of my pants start going down, I lifted my butt so she could have free movement. This time, I was wearing boxers, which Sweetie Belle didn't appreciate. But I grabbed them before she could, and pulled them off, showing the object she was desperate to have. However, since I was only about halfway erect, she smirked at me. "I was right. See?" It fit in her small hands as she stroked it a few times.
"Just wai- ah, shit." Wasting no time, her mouth engulfed my cock, almost a deepthroat. Kind of. The enthusiasm behind the move was there. I could feel myself growing bit by bit.
"I bet Applebloom didn't do this," she mumbled around my prick.
"Applebloom couldn't." As my member was almost all the way, about three-quarters, she pulled away, staring in amazement already. Little did she know what was to come (pun intended)... "Wow, you're bigger than my classmates."
It was my turn to smirk. "Why not suck it while you can?" There was little delay, her tongue specifically working the side from bottom to top. Once again, she took the first few inches inside her mouth. As I stiffened completely, she gagged a bit. She pulled away, coughing before getting a proper look at my dick.
"Where do you keep all of that?!" Her hands went to my base, moving it around like... a conductor's wand. (Like I said, I'm bad at this.) "Holy shit. No wonder Applebloom was so satisfied!"
"Did she tell ya about last night?"
"Oh yeah." Sweetie Belle got to her feet and straddled me, making the couch sink further. Her small hands had no chance of wrapping around my length, but she still idly stroked it.
"Do you want my big cock?"
"But it's too big to fit. Also," she trailed off and averted her gaze. "...you know. I'm a virgin, and I want to save that."
That shocked me a bit, but who am I to judge? "I respect that. I was a virgin until last night. And don't worry, we both can get our wishes." In a kind of assuring, sarcastic way, I patted her on the back.
"You're joking."
"No, we can-"
"Applebloom was your first?!"
My ears perked up a bit. Out of everything to focus on, this caught her attention? "Oh. Yes she was."
"How did you make her cum like that? She looked so blissed out."
"Well, por- actually," I spanked her jeans-clad ass, "why don't I show you."
She moaned before responding, "yes, please."
I grabbed her ass, the big, soft muscle filling my hand. "First, get rid of these."
She unzipped her jacket, showing off her pink bra containing her large boobs. Easily twice the size of Applebloom's, her hands went to attack the hooks and toss it away. Her tits dropped as my mouth did, just a little bit. Apparently, her missing height went to her tits, and so did my hands. There being a lot more to grope, I could feel my fingers sink into them. Her mouth was open, moaning. Vacant. It was a good chance to lean in.
Sweetie Belle stiffened before pushing back into the kiss. I felt her tongue pushing against my lips, so I just sucked on it. While I sucked her tongue and massaged her tits, she sunk into the couch more to enjoy this. There were almost too much going on, and not enough. I wanted a tight pussy around my cock, but... if we couldn't have regular sex, there were some options...
"Why don't you cop a feel?" Wasting no time, her palm went to the head, going in circles. Even though I wasn't really backed up, I started leaking. The moment her hand felt it, Sweetie puckered her lips and tried sucking it "from the tap", as it were. "You want my cum?"
With a smile on her face and four inches in it, she stared right at me and moaned, "All of it."
Going from kissing to licking different spots on my cock and balls, jacking the shaft off, and occasionally humming, I didn't want her to stop. So the next time she took inches in, massaging it with her cheeks, my hand went to her head and lightly pushed her down. Sweetie's gag reflex didn't appreciate the intrusion as she got off, coughing. "I can't take more of it."
I stroked her cheek, leaning forward and changing the position. She didn't expect that much, but then I pulled my hand back and prodded her lips with my index and middle fingers. "Then take these." And they disappeared into a wet, hot maw with a very active tongue. Bobbing her head, she wasted no time in getting into it. "Are these as big as your classmate's dicks?"
"Bigger than some of them," she laughed.
"So what year are you in?"
Her head kept bobbing as she said, "first year of college."
"I never went, but right now," I pulled away my fingers, "why don't you lay down?" My head nodded to the couch, but Sweetie Belle shook her head in refusal.
"We can't make too big of a mess on it, or Rarity will kill us." Like that would stop our activities from progressing.
As she laid down, stripping off her only clothing left, her legs spread, untouched pussy on full display. If I had a smartass retort to say, well, now I have a full view of a mare's body and booty. What was my complaint here, again? I wish I could drink this view in like a cocktail, but even as her hands held her knees in a splits, she was blushing and looking away. This wasn't sexy. It was adorable! But no matter what I thought of it, it didn't change the fact that I wasn't eating her cunt. To rectify that, I set my face in between her thighs. The smell hit me.
...Marshmallows.
Well, I do like sugar.
I started kissing the inside of her thigh, my pecks getting ever slightly closer to her lower lips. Subtle twitches took her legs, and her voice leaked out, "Stop teasing me..." Fair enough. My tongue went straight to the outside of her folds, almost going from her puckered asshole to her pubes, if she had any. I was rewarded with practically a waterfall and high-pitched moans. My gaze went to her face, contorted in pleasure as she teased her pink nipples, pulling on them. Now THIS was sexy.
Without my added lube, I could probably fuck Sweetie with how much of her love nectar there was. It was so sweet, you could put it in cookies. I wanted to blow her mind like she did to me earlier. Her hips began gyrating into me, and I timed my licks to her thrusts. I was doing well enough, but then I added my two fingers and immediately searched for the- I'm getting good at this. In her mind, I was probably the best she's ever had because of my immaculate history of sex. Let's keep it that way.
So I buried my appendages as far as I could, making sure that her g-spot was always stimulated with every movement. Her breath and groans increased in pace and fervor. "Please... don't stop." With my speed and plans, I had no intention to, but I hummed in compliance anyways. At least, until I moved away and "blue-balled" her. Her face showed enough anger to accompany her voice. "I said don't stop."
"I heard you. But we're doing what I want right now."
Puzzled eyes met mine. "What's that?"
As I moved and sat on her stomach, my cock in between the boobs, and my hands squeezing them together, Sweetie Belle got it. Her head leaned forwards to kiss the tip as it poked out rhythmically. Fucking a supple amount of cleavage felt more... encompassing, and very soft. I had to moan at the friction, and this different feeling. I was already leaking more and more. It was so good that I was getting closer to cumming now.
To get me off faster, she alternated her tits in time with my strokes as I shortened them. I could feel it closer. Sweetie Belle stuck her tongue out, wiggling it to entice my climax. To be fair, it was working very well. But, as much as I wanted to keep going, there was one more thing to try. So I withdrew my prick from the improvised pussy and put my hands on either side of her chest. "Why'd you stop again," she whined.
All I did was smile as I laid my dick on her stomach, balls touching her pussy. "Hey, Sweetie Belle. Look here." She lifted her head up, seeing that if I was balls-deep in her pussy, I would be almost to her ribs. Amazement filled her eyes. "Oh my fuck. You would tear me apart!" Nervous laughter left her mouth.
Now, I almost needed to cum, and so did she. I grabbed Sweetie's thighs and put them together in the air. I was fucking her thighs, colliding my nuts with her cunt, and pulling my cock almost all the way out before digging back in. Her soft skin wrapped around my girth, encouraging my peak to arrive. In fact, I don't think I could hold back if I wanted to... Delaying my climax as much as possible, I barked out, "Sweetie, I'm- cum- fuck!"
"Me too! Paint me with... it!" Her voice rose in pitch. That was it, the tipping point...
As my cum shot out, I kept thrusting. The first spurt made me hug her knees and groan. But then Sweetie's legs started shaking, and hooked around my shoulders, bringing us into a tight hug. My sperm was coating both of our stomachs, but I could only keep the momentum in my lower half going. I was being drained like a fire hydrant. Sweetie grabbed my face and leaned up to engage in one more kiss. Caught up in our lips embracing, I lost track of time. If there's anything more pleasurable than this moment, simultaneous orgasms rocking our bodies as I kept moving my hips...
Don't ever tell me and make me jealous, okay?
Eventually, the many shots reduced to dribbles, and her quivering subsided. We broke the kiss, and both looked at ground zero. Sweetie having a white coat didn't show off my paint job well, but me having a light gray one did. I adjusted my knees, but when they hit the ground between her thighs, I felt a puddle beneath them. I didn't mean to chuckle, but just knowing that I brought her to orgasm, and THAT was the result. As I straightened up, sweat shining on my body, Sweetie got to her knees as well, leaning towards me. Then, she went for my abdomen and started licking up the cum. All the while, she kept eye contact. That was so hot...
"Your dick is mine, got it?"
Instinctively, I shot back, "As long as I take your virginity, sure." But I cut her off before any retorts could be said because I saw something she would love. My semen once stuck on her was slowly dripping into the puddle below, resulting in the combination of our climaxes. "Hey, Sweetie." She only needed a glance, and dipped a finger into the mix before licking it up. Like a food critic, her gears in the head seemed to want to come up with the perfect phrase I didn't expect.
"It tastes like marshmallows."
Why was I not surprised? I looked around the room, needing to find something to wipe all this incriminating evidence away.
"Do you have any towel-"
"Did both of you enjoy your, ahem, 'fun time'?"
Oh... shit. The voice from earlier stood in the doorway, arms crossed, looking just a LITTLE angry. Ever get that feeling of Deja Vu? I did. Even post-orgasm and facing an enraged mare, I thought, 'Want to join?' Luckily, my big head won over my little head.
"Well, since you two made this mess," Rarity used her magic to fly three towels to the two of us, "clean it up, please. You have one hour until opening, okay?" I didn't know how to feel. Was... was she more concerned about the mess than the fact of what we were doing? As Rarity walked away, leaving my question unanswered, well, we got to cleaning up what Sweetie Belle didn't swallow.
Until I felt an embrace from behind, and air in my ear. "You were so fucking good. Thanks for that." I reached behind and ruffled her dual-tone mane. "And I'll make sure you're my first."
I twisted my head to make sure she didn't start to laugh. All I saw in those eyes, those green eyes, was... resolve. Like... it was a tough decision to make, but one she stood by. "Really? You trust me that much now?" With a nod, it was sealed. No, a nod was not enough. "Let's kiss on it." I leaned into her personal space once more, just a quick peck. But as her hands gripped mine, interlocking the fingers, this was more than plenty to convince me of her choice, and as I returned the favor, my mind was made up as well. It's a promise. Fingers and lips embraced one another.
"Any day now! And you're lucky the windows are open!"
Awww, big, hungover marshy was starting to get agitated. I merely hummed in response, opting to ignore her. As she huffed, stomped on the ground, and walked away, I just had to ask the younger counterpart, "Hey, when was the last time Rarity got some dick?"
"Why, you got one more round in you? 'Cause if you do, I want it." To accentuate the point, she gave a gentle squeeze to my soft cock as I started on gathering our clothes.
"So greedy." I went for Sweetie's underwear first, a wet spot on the panties. I sniffed them out of curiosity for academic purposes, of course. They smelled exactly how she tasted, which was a given. "But we should actually clean up before the marshmallow toasts herself out of anger."
"Fuck you too, asshole!" I jumped a bit as one more time, Rarity leaned through the doorway to chip her two bits that, frankly, nobody asked for. As Sweetie bent over, absolutely laughing her ass off, and Rarity fumed like a tea kettle, I couldn't hold back my laughter at this whole situation. My knees almost buckled as I tried and contain it! Even when Rarity threw some clothes at me and covered part of my face, my stomach started to hurt from the laughter. I saw Rarity covered her mouth out of frustra- no. Her eyes crinkled, and I saw a hint of her teeth through her fingers. So even she found it funny, but she wouldn't admit it! Sneaky s'more. She shook her head, luscious mane moving gracefully, and found her composure. "Get to cleaning, right now!" I heard steps moving out of the room, and Sweetie Belle's laughter still rung out. As my laughing fit was dying down, I thought that at least one of us should actually hop to cleaning up sometime soon.
"My stomach fucking hurts!"
And one of us would stay on the floor, naked and laughing, for a few more minutes.
Author's Note
So I've been listening to Avatar's "Flesh and Feathers" album on loop while I was writing this, and I am still not tired of it. Definitely recommend a listen!
As always, let me know if you spot any mistakes, and what you think.
