Author's Note

Takes place immediately after Divergence - Book Two, Chapter 4.

Featuring Havoc:

And Cotton Rose:

There is also a companion piece to this chapter on Derpibooru, #x

5. Havoc/Cotton Rose: Putting Out the Fire

As the bartender came over and poured the shots swiftly, Havoc passed one over to Cotton and gestured for her to take it. "Look, I'm sorry if I turned things a little awkward. I didn't mean to rain on the little parade we were having here. So, uh… let's assume that I didn't suddenly act all… stupid and weird about stuff. What were you… um, what were you hoping to happen? B-between us?"

Havoc cursed herself for the sudden bout of nervousness. Why in the world had she gone from confident, subconscious flirting to being spineless wimp? Was it because she was thinking about it now? Shit, was this a part of Fluttershy that had managed to sneak its way into her personality? Of all the fucking things, it had to be this!

Cotton paused, then blushed and took the glass of whiskey in her hoof. "Um… to be honest, I was sort of hoping… that you and I could, y'know…" She shook her head. "But I mean, that's not—"

"Cool. Cool." Havoc clinked her glass with Cotton's, and the two took their shots together. She then signaled the bartender to pour two more, then turned back to Cotton. "So. You, uh… you wanted to take me back to your place to… fuck? Is that it?"

The whiskey was definitely calming her nerves, thank goodness. A little liquid courage went a long way for her, it seemed.

Cotton gulped, then nodded as she took the second shot glass. "I mean, if you'd agreed to it… y-yeah. I was just hoping to ask you out on a date, but if you're cool with more, so am I."

"Cool. Very cool." Havoc clinked glasses together with Cotton again, then downed her whiskey in one go before exhaling loudly and giving Cotton a smirk. "So, uh, what're we waiting for?"

"Hmm?"

"You heard me. Let's get outta here and head back to your place."

"But I thought you didn't—"

Havoc held up a hoof. "Look, this is complicated. I didn't think I was into mares but you're a mare, fine. I wouldn't want to take that away from you. Honestly, until I thought about it, I'll admit that I thought—and still think?—you're cute as hell."

"You… you really think I'm cute?" Cotton asked, wide-eyed, her hoof rising to her cheek.

"Yeah, and uh, maybe that's why I feel all weird about it, what with my orientation or whatever, 'cause now I'm super curious. Maybe I've always been curious. Bi-curious? I mean, I thought I only liked guys, but like, just delicate guys. So… fuck if I know what that means about me. Uh… yeah. Comp-li-ca-ted."

Cotton gestured at herself briefly. "So you don't mind about… me? Being a mare, but not, y'know…?"

"Not at all, if you don't mind about me being a stupid, confused idiot that can't keep her mouth shut."

"I don't mind one bit," Cotton said with a seductive flicker of eyelashes.

Havoc paused briefly, then smirked and gestured with her wing towards the door. "Then let's get the fuck outta here."

Cotton smiled and nodded. "Yes, let's."

*****

Havoc followed Cotton down into the underground levels of Hope’s Point, where the residential neighborhoods were located. Having never been down here before for longer than an elevator ride, she took in the sights for a brief moment and was satisfied with how organized everything was. The entire underground was well-lit despite being, well, underground, and everything was arranged in neat, tidy streets.

Cotton’s house was located on one of the lower levels of the underground, where the city’s middle-class ponies lived. It was a small, one-story abode with nothing particularly distinguishing about it on the outside, making it identical to every other building on the street that Cotton lived on, right down to its simple brown paint job.

The interior was… well, the only word Havoc could really describe it as was “cozy”. There was a small living room with just a couch, a television, and a coffee table, directly adjacent to a tiny kitchenette that barely had enough space for two ponies to maneuver in. Havoc was reminded of the apartments back up north, specifically the one that Dash had lived in, but this all belonged to Cotton and Cotton alone.

“Go ahead and make yourself at home,” Cotton said as she set her keys down on a nearby cabinet. With a sly look back, she added, “I’m gonna go clean up a little and change into something a little more… comfortable, if you’ll pardon the clichéd expression.”

“Yeah, sure, go for it,” Havoc said with a small grin. “You, uh… got anything to drink? And I mean the stronger stuff, not like, uh… orange juice or whatever.”

Cotton gestured towards the cabinet she’d set her keys on. “Help yourself. And hey, pour me a bit of whatever you’re having too, okay? I won’t be long, promise.” She then smirked, turned, and headed off towards the bedroom, casually flicking her tail into Havoc’s nose as she went.

Havoc took a deep breath as she watched the other mare’s swaying tush, then as soon as Cotton was out of sight, door closed behind her, she opened up the liquor cabinet like her life depended on it. She didn’t have to search long to find something she liked, because she spotted something almost immediately: a half-full bottle of jalapeño tequila. She didn’t know they even made this kind of stuff; they didn’t have it up north as far as she knew.

She grabbed a pair of the taller, slimmer shot glasses appropriate for tequila, made her way over to the couch and took a seat—she marveled at how damn comfortable it was—then popped the bottle open and poured a shot for herself and for Cotton. She took a moment to sniff the bottle’s mouth and get a sense for the stuff, surprised with how pleasantly the pepper tickled her nose; that was genuine jalapeño, not some artificial flavoring.

She then sat back and relaxed for a few minutes while she waited for Cotton, contemplating the situation and trying to calm her nerves. This entire thing had just cropped up unexpectedly and she didn’t have any idea what she was doing or how to proceed; she was more than a little hesitant to admit to Cotton that she was nervous not just because this was her first time with a pony like her, but with… well, anypony. It was still a sore spot.

Those thoughts kicked themselves right out of her mind when she heard Cotton clear her throat from the bedroom doorway. Havoc’s eyes widened and her jaw dropped when she saw the new choice in clothing, and questioned for a fleeting instant how it was more comfortable than what Cotton had been wearing before.

A short short skirt—shorter than anything Havoc had even seen Velvet wear before—made of a thin, almost translucent material, colored mostly black with pink edges; it covered up only the teensiest portion of Cotton’s cutie mark. A babydoll that matched the skirt and hugged Cotton’s figure just perfectly, showing off all the subtle curves of her lusciously mare-ish figure. All complemented by a pair of black fishnet stockings that were maybe just a little too tight.

“How do you like it?” Cotton asked with a little sensual purr in her tone.

Havoc’s heart was pounding; she’d never checked out a mare before in her life, but knowing that Cotton was different just put it all into a different perspective. And she liked it. A lot. Her wings, fully spread out against the couch, would’ve been all the indication anypony needed, but she felt the need to say something, anything.

She could barely even get the words out: “W-wow. You look… wow.”

Cotton grinned and took a few steps towards the couch. “Thanks. I usually only wear it for special occasions, and I couldn’t think of anything more special than this.”

She gave a little, slow twirl to show off the entire outfit and herself, giving Havoc a good, clear look at every inch of her figure. Havoc marveled at the fact that despite the miniscule traces of masculinity in Cotton’s muzzle and hooves, she looked every bit exactly like any other mare did.

Except, of course, for a particular set of bits that hung between Cotton’s hindlegs and, thanks to the much shorter skirt, were out in the open for Havoc to see.

First, a pair of balls, smaller than any Havoc had seen before, but she’d admit her only experience was from watching porn where all of the male specimens were gifted in that area. Second, a lovely cocksheath to go with it, and though Havoc was no expert, Cotton seemed like she was smaller in that area too. Not tiny, just smaller.

But size wasn’t even remotely a dealbreaker for Havoc, not in the least bit. If anything, Cotton’s smaller size was a huge turn-on. If she was interested in well-hung lunkheads, she’d have asked Velvet to hook her up with somepony ages ago. No, she liked a stallion who was maybe average at best; it made her feel more… powerful?

“So, this is me. All of me,” Cotton said, sounding just a little unsure of herself in the process despite her earlier displays of confidence. “Sorry if it’s not exactly what you expected, but—”

Havoc hesitated to say that Cotton’s body was perfect, but… there was really no other word for it. Cotton was perfect for her. A perfectly feminine figure but equipped with the male anatomy that Havoc… preferred? How the hell she’d lucked out like this, she didn’t know, but she was glad that she did.

“You’re right, not what I expected at all,” Havoc said with a little smile, her eyes drinking in everything that they could. “Better. You’re perfect.”

Cotton’s face reddened and she averted her eyes from Havoc briefly. “Thanks.” She then came over to the couch and sat next to Havoc, reaching over to take one of the two shot glasses. “Ooh, the Newhaven jalapeño tequila. Good pick. Strong, spicy, and smooth. Like you.”

“Heh heh, yeah, I guess it is, huh?”

Havoc took her own glass and leaned back against the couch, then lifted her glass to Cotton, who raised hers and clinked them together. They each downed their shots swiftly, then set the glasses back down. Havoc swallowed hers with a great deal of satisfaction: strong, spicy, and smooth, as advertised. This was the best tequila she’d ever had, the perfect way to lead into what was shaping up to be the best night ever.

Cotton set her hoof on Havoc’s thigh. “You want to just take this straight to the bedroom?”

Havoc gulped, then nodded, still cursing her nervousness and hoping the tequila would help wash the last of it away. “Yeah. Yeah, that sounds great.”

Cotton took Havoc’s hoof in hers and pulled her off the couch, then led her over to the bedroom. Havoc wasn’t sure what to expect Cotton’s bedroom to look like, but she wasn’t disappointed with how… normal it was? Was that the right word? It was perfectly normal, just a regular bed and regular walls, a regular dresser and a regular closet, and a regular door leading into what was assuredly a regular bathroom.

Why did she think it would be anything else? Maybe it was Cotton’s fashion career that made her think it would be more… lavish or something?

She almost lost track of herself in the moment, following behind Cotton automatically and without resistance or even registering that anything was going on. Her eyes had only scanned the room briefly but now they were locked on Cotton’s gorgeous rear and the hanging set of balls. The other mare was intoxicating to a ridiculous degree.

She barely even registered being pulled onto the bed to sit next to Cotton, nor did she register taking off her jacket and the shirt under it, and only started registering things again when Cotton’s lips pressed against her neck and hooves rubbed her naked back. She only registered this because it meant that she was naked. On another pony’s bed. She was going to have—gulp!—sex.

That was when she blurted, without even thinking: “I’ve never done anything like this before!” And she immediately put her hoof to her mouth, embarrassed as she’d ever been.

Cotton pulled back slowly, an eyebrow raised as though the statement had confused her. “Huh?”

“I, uh… I’ve never done anything like this before,” Havoc repeated, gulping and gently taking Cotton’s hooves in her own. “So, uh… sorry if I seem a little lost or nervous.”

“Oh yeah, this is your first time with a mare like me, right? Forgot about that,” Cotton said, nodding in understanding—or a lack thereof, unfortunately. “I know you said you’re more accustomed to stallions yourself. Don’t worry, I understand completely. If you feel more comfortable treating me like a stallion for this, I won’t mind.”

“That’s… that’s not what I meant. I meant that I’ve… never done anything like this before. Anything. Ever.”

“Oh?” Cotton tilted her head, then her eyes widened. “Oh! You mean you’re a… and this is your first time? Like, ever?”

Havoc nodded, feeling her cheeks heat up. She’d never admitted to something so embarrassing before to somepony who was essentially a stranger. It had been hard enough confessing her self-consciousness about it to Dash, but it was even harder saying it to Cotton now. What if Cotton was turned-off by Havoc being a virgin? What if she asked her to leave? What if—

Cotton leaned forward, her nose pressing against Havoc’s. “I’m touched that you’re letting me be your first. I would’ve never dreamt that a mare like you would even look at a mare like me the way that I look at you. And yet here we are.”

“Huh?”

“I mean, look at you,” Cotton said, tracing a hoof along Havoc’s stomach. “You’ve got the body of a professional athlete. You’ve got the cutest baby blue eyes I’ve ever seen.” She gave Havoc a mischievous grin. “And you’re adorable when you’re nervous…”

Havoc gulped; she’d never had anypony compliment her like that before. “You’re not just saying that right? You really think I’m good-looking? Like… for real for real?”

“Of course I do! I said I had a major crush on you, didn’t I? I figured you had all sorts of ponies vying for your attention and that you’d never think twice about little ol’ me. But you want me to be your first? That’s…” Cotton sighed, her hooves pressing against Havoc’s back. “That’s the sweetest thing I’ve ever heard.”

Havoc coughed into her hoof. “I, uh… yeah. Just thought you should know. ‘Cause I’ve got no idea what I’m doing here. Sorry.”

Cotton’s hooves slid down Havoc’s sides sensually. “But do you know what you want to do?”

“What I… want to do?” Havoc’s mind started racing to all of the various pornos she’d watched over the past year to help her deal with the lonely nights. She knew porn wasn’t supposed to be like the real deal, but it was all that she had to get off to… er, go off of. “I mean, yeah, I guess I’ve got a few ideas. But—”

“This is a very special night for you, Havoc,” Cotton whispered into Havoc’s ear, her breath sending shivers down Havoc’s spine. “And I want to make it special. So tonight, you can do whatever you want to me, with me, whatever. Anything.”

Havoc’s heart was pounding so hard she was afraid that it was going to leap out of her chest and have a stroll around the room. “Anything?”

“Anything. I’m all yours.” Cotton gently nibbled Havoc’s ear, eliciting an excited hiss. “Take me.”

That was all Havoc needed to hear; every ounce of hesitation and nervousness left in her body evaporated in an instant, and she was reading and raring to go into overdrive. She was herself again: Havoc, the fearless Fire Warrior.

She started off simple, figuring that if she was going to make the absolute most of this evening, she needed to get absolutely everything out of it that she could. It started off with a kiss, of course, because that would just be another first to add to the list. Cotton accepted the kiss without hesitation, and even though Havoc had no idea what she was doing, Cotton made up for it by directing her along with gentle little motions of her tongue.

Her first kiss. Havoc wasn’t sure what to make of anything anymore, but damn if this first kiss wasn’t absolutely fucking magical. She’d heard of all the little corny-ass ways that fillies and mares described it sometimes, like feeling butterflies or fireworks or stupid shit like that, and none of those really fit as far as Havoc was concerned. It felt more like somepony had planted a bomb in her gut.

But like… a nice bomb that exploded with warmth and fuzziness. Yeah, that was it.

She came up for breath after a few moments, panting heavily like she’d just galloped across the entire continent without stopping. She looked into Cotton’s eyes for the brief moment that she had to breathe, and saw this little spark there that wasn’t there before. Cotton had definitely enjoyed the kiss as much as Havoc did, if her own breathing was any indication.

So Havoc dove back in and kissed her again, and felt that she was better at it this time. The bomb in her gut had caused so much collateral damage that her entire body was just feeling hot and tingly, especially her nethers. Especially when Cotton’s hoof slid down Havoc’s belly to reach between her thighs and gently teased her teats.

Havoc’s own hoof found its way to Cotton’s crotch, where Cotton’s cock was finally poking out of its sheath. That’s when she registered that this was the first cock she’d ever touched before. Her hoof was on somepony’s dick. Her hoof. This was really happening. Because of course it was, why wouldn’t it be? Havoc was awesome, she knew that, Cotton knew that, everypony knew that. Anypony who said otherwise was asking to have their ass kicked.

She slid her hoof up and down on Cotton’s stiffening cock, coaxing it out of its hiding place and out into the open. Now that she had a hoof on it, Havoc could tell that Cotton was actually about… average, she supposed. Maybe below average? Definitely smaller than the sizable schlongs she saw in those pornos, but then who wasn't? And that was all Havoc could ask for.

A brief look down told her Cotton’s dick was completely pink from base to tip, not even the slightest hint of mottling at all. It looked so cute against Cotton’s coat color, almost like it had been painted or dyed to complement it. It wasn’t a particularly veiny cock, either, and even the medial ring was barely thicker than the rest. If it was possible to have a feminine stallionhood, Cotton had managed it.

Perfect.

Cotton’s other hoof had found its way up Havoc’s back and was fondling her left wing now, making her shudder; her wings were never especially sensitive, but then she’d never had another pony touch them so sensually before. A particularly sensitive spot made her hiss and shift her position, giving Cotton’s other hoof access to her pussy.

It was all happening so fast that Havoc shuddered a bit, hoping that she wasn’t about to cum just because Cotton was fondling her. That would be lame and unacceptable for her ego, even if she was an admitted virgin.

Havoc pulled out of his kiss and aggressively moved to kiss Cotton’s neck instead, just barely grazing skin with teeth as she did so. She didn’t have any first-hoof experience but damn if Havoc had never studied up on techniques in magazines and from watching movies—not all of them pornographic, even! Cotton moaned with pleasure; Havoc could feel the reverberations in Cotton’s throat on her tongue.

The hoof Cotton had on Havoc’s wing moved to her own cock to stroke it along with Havoc until it was at full length. “You’re— mmm~ You’re sure this is your first time?” Cotton huskily breathed, craning her neck to give Havoc better access. “You’re not bad.”

“I’ve done my homework,” Havoc grunted as she came up to nibble Cotton’s ear; she was careful not to do it too hard to break the skin but hard enough to get a reaction. “Am I doing this right? Stroking your cock, I mean?”

“You’re doing just fine, lover. A little rough, but I’ve had rougher. Just use gentle up-and-down strokes, and don’t use only the toe of your hoof; you mostly want to use the frog.”

“Like this?” Havoc asked as she followed along with Cotton’s instructions, angling her hoof so that the softest portion was applying the most pressure. It was a good suggestion; she could feel the soft flesh a lot easier this way, and it made it easier to judge how hard she was doing things.

Cotton purred as she brought her lips to Havoc’s neck. “Mmm, yeah, that’s good, just like that. And don’t neglect the balls, either. But be extra gentle down there, hmm? A dick can take a little punishment, but those are sensitive.”

Havoc’s other hoof slid down to fondle—gently!—Cotton’s ballsack, delighting in how they felt in her hoof. It was nice having her partner helping her along on her first time—and felt she was learning quite a bit. It was one thing watching porn actors and actresses at work, another thing entirely doing it herself, and something more altogether with Cotton guiding her along.

Then, without warning, Havoc pulled away from Cotton completely, her eyes alight with lust and fire. The heavy petting was nice and all, but Havoc wanted more. But she didn’t want this to go too fast for her. That was boring. And Cotton had told her to treat her like she’d treat any stallion, hadn’t she?

Well, Havoc had had a few ideas here and there for how she’d have treated a certain other less-masculine stallion she knew. Was it fair to project her fantasies of what she’d have done with Lockwood onto Cotton instead, just because Lockwood was off the market and she’d never get the chance otherwise?

Hell yes it was.

“You said I could do anything I wanted to you?” she asked, licking her lips.

Cotton nodded. “Mmhmm, anything you want. I’m yours tonight, honey. Tell me what you want to do, and I’ll do it.”

“Bend over on the bed,” Havoc commanded, a smoldering smile on her lips. “Put that ass of yours in the air like a good filly.”

“Ooh, yes Mistress,” Cotton purred as she scooted onto the bed. “Like this?”

She did as was asked, getting on all fours and into the proper breeding position for a mare; the manner in which she did it suggested that this was definitely not her first rodeo, but then Havoc had never suspected that it was. Cotton’s lovely pink cock dangled like a prize between her legs, though every second or two it twitched just so. The other mare was excited.

Good, Havoc thought. So am I.

Havoc tilted her head to get a good look, even ran her hoof along the other mare’s perfectly pert rump. The way Cotton’s skirt just barely gave her the tiniest, most fleeting hint of modesty was just… perfect. Everything about this mare’s body was perfect. Especially that cute little pucker resting right above her ballsack, just a slightly darker shade of off-white compared to the rest of her coat; same color as her balls and sheath, actually.

“Damn,” Havoc hissed, biting her lip. “Now that is an ass.”

She gingerly rapped her hoof on Cotton’s right asscheek, again, hard enough to get a reaction but not enough to actually hurt. Cotton had just the right amount of thickness in her rear that Havoc could see little ripples of flesh spread out from the point of impact. Havoc slapped again, again, and again, delighting not just in the way that it looked and sounded, but in the pleasured groans Cotton was making with each and every slap.

Havoc licked her lips again. “So, you wouldn’t happen to have a… toy collection, would you?”

“Uh-huh,” Cotton replied. “A horseshoe box under my bed. Use whatever you want.”

Havoc hopped off the bed and looked underneath for the prize in question, which didn’t take long to find. Indeed it was a horseshoe box, and one still in very good condition, containing a wide assortment of sex toys, some of which Havoc recognized and others which were entirely unknown to her.

The most impressive of these, of course, was a rubber dildo, outrageously lifelike in appearance—especially the black color with the pink mottled tip—and, when Havoc ran her hoof along it, texture. This was, of course, speaking from the experience of a mare that had only ever fondled one cock before, but this fake one and Cotton’s real one felt very much the same. It had a flared head just like a real cock, a wide medial ring just like a real cock, and a wide base designed to look just like a real, meaty ballsack.

Cotton apparently noticed Havoc’s fixation on it. “Aha, the Excalibur. That’s one of my favorites. I got it up north before the family moved. Had to have a friend get it for me, actually, since I was still, uh… underage at the time, and hadn’t come out to my parents.”

“It looks so… real,” Havoc muttered as she took it out of the box to hold it in her hooves and marvel at it like it was some sort of wondrous trophy.

This was the sort of cock she expected on those porn actors she tended to watch, but in her hooves it seemed even bigger, or maybe it actually was. Normally she wouldn’t think about discussing her sister Velvet’s sex life, but she had to know if she had one of these. She’d be genuinely surprised if she didn’t; Velvet was the sort who would have two in case she broke one.

“That’s ‘cause it’s modeled off of a real stallion. Nopony knows who, though, but it’s been popular for a long time.” Cotton then gave her tush a little shake, her tail brushing over her tailhole like a bridal veil. “Are you gonna use that bad boy on me, honey?”

Havoc’s grin turned wicked, and she set one hoof on Cotton’s ass and lifted the skirt out of the way to get clearer access to the other mare’s tailhole. “Oh, you’d better believe it. I wanna see you take the whole fucking thing and…. and cum with it all the way inside you. I bet you look cute as fuck cumming with a huge cock up your butt.”

“Mmhmm, I can do that if you help me along~” Cotton grabbed a pillow and set it under her chin, likely to make herself more comfortable. “You’re just gonna have to lube me up a bit first, okay? Nopony takes the Excalibur dry.”

“Yeah, sure, easy peasy,” Havoc said, eyes fixated on Cotton’s little pucker. Her mind started going places she never thought it would go before tonight, and she set the dildo down for the moment as a wonderful little idea came to mind.

“There’s a jar in the— ooh!” Cotton gasped. “Oh, you naughty mare~”

Havoc had surprised her by pressing her muzzle right between those pert cheeks and burying her tongue in Cotton’s tailhole. If Havoc could do whatever she wanted to the other mare, fuck if she wasn’t going to do whatever she wanted. She’d seen plenty of pornos before where the actors and actresses did this kind of stuff to each other, and hell, she wanted to give it a try.

Again, Havoc found it amazing how perfectly feminine Cotton was despite still having just the right amount of masculine traits to really turn her crank. While Havoc’s free hoof had slid down to fondle the mare’s luscious pink cock some more, she noticed that everything back here smelled so fresh, not even the slightest hint of masculine scent from Cotton’s balls or anything else.

As for the taste, well, Havoc wasn’t really prepared for anything in particular. She wasn’t expecting it to taste like sunshine and rainbows, that was for sure, but she’d been prepared for even the slightest hint of unpleasantness. Only, there wasn’t any. Cotton just tasted like skin and the slightest hint of whatever shampoo she’d used to clean up earlier. Coconut, maybe?

Once the initial shock of it was out of the way—she was just as surprised as Cotton was that she’d had the guts to go through with it—Havoc put her all into it, driving her tongue in and slowly swirling it around inside Cotton’s pucker. She didn’t even feel an ounce of shame in doing it.

And why should she anyway? Cotton seemed to be enjoying it, based on how she was moaning and arching her back ever-so-slightly, and how her cock was twitching in Havoc’s hoof just a little. And Havoc was enjoying it too, and Cotton wanted her to enjoy herself.

“Ffffuuuck~” came a low groan from Cotton, muffled slightly by the pillow. “You really like my ass that much?”

“Mmhmm,” Havoc grunted, her voice muffled by a mouthful of tailhole. She pulled her tongue out of Cotton’s butt and ran it all around the twitching pucker, putting as much saliva out as she could. “You ever had your ass eaten out before?”

“No, that’s a first for me, too. I mean, I’ve had guys use spit to lube me up before, but not like that.”

“Sorry I didn’t warn you, but I just had to do it.” Havoc gulped, running her hoof over Cotton’s rear. “Am I, uh… doing okay?”

Cotton purred into the pillow. “You’re doing great, lover. You’ve got a knack for it. Keep going~”

Havoc returned her tongue to the inside of Cotton’s ass, and the hoof she’d been using to keep the other mare’s cheeks spread now went down to find where she’d left Excalibur. She found it after a few tries, and shifted it down towards her crotch. Hearing how much Cotton was enjoying this, and now knowing that she was the first to do this for Cotton, was making her snatch sopping wet.

So, while her tongue was liberally lubing up Cotton’s rear for a good pounding, her own mare juices would lube up the dildo. She didn’t go so far as penetration or even teasing as such—Cotton was going to be her first and that was that—but she didn’t need to in order to drench the rubber toy with fluid.

Once she was satisfied that the Excalibur was ready to take the plunge, Havoc pulled her muzzle away from Cotton—giving her widened pucker a little kiss as she departed—and brazenly slapped the length of the cock right between Cotton’s asscheeks.

“You ready?” Havoc grunted, sliding the rubber cock up and down and teasing Cotton’s tailhole with the tip.

Cotton groaned and hugged the pillow tight. “I can’t wait. Give it to me~”

Havoc was gentle at first, pushing the flared cocktip against Cotton’s tailhole hard enough that she felt resistance but not hard enough to push past it yet. This was just more teasing; she was purposefully not pressing hard enough to let the Excalibur sink in yet. She’d read that teasing and foreplay were quintessential parts to maximizing pleasure; the anticipation was sometimes better than the actual act.

Just the right amount of pressure though, and—

Pop!

“Hnng~” Cotton moaned as the flare pushed its way into her ass. “Oh fuck that always feels so good~”

“Don’t relax. We’re just getting started,” Havoc purred, her cheek resting right on top of Cotton’s backside.

She used one hoof to keep Cotton’s rear spread open, the other to push the rubber dildo further in. Her wings were so utterly flared open at this point that they hurt; she was so horny she could practically drown a foal between her legs. Every inch of Excalibur that pushed into Cotton’s butt earned a pleased grunt, groan, or moan, and every single one of those little noises drove Havoc absolutely wild.

And since it was a dildo, and because Havoc was purposefully going slow and had no desire to go too much faster, Cotton was offering just enough resistance to push the rubber cock back out ever-so-slightly every time that Havoc pushed it in. Havoc was making more headway, of course; for every inch she shoved in, Cotton only pushed a half-inch back. It was just enough to resemble a proper fucking.

Once Havoc was satisfied that she didn’t need to use one hoof to keep Cotton spread open, she moved that hoof back underneath Cotton’s belly to stroke that cute pink cock of hers. Cotton was hard as a rock long before now, but if it were possible for her to get harder, then she’d certainly figured out a way. The shaft excitedly bobbed up and slapped Cotton’s underbelly every few seconds.

Havoc timed her strokes on Cotton’s cock with her “thrusts” into Cotton’s ass, syncing them up as perfectly as she was able; gentle up-and-down strokes using the frog of her hoof, as instructed. “You like that, baby?” she asked, bringing her hoof all the way from the tip of Cotton’s dick to the base. “You like that big fucking cock in you, huh?”

“Mmhmmm~” Cotton moaned into the pillow, arching her back and pushing her rear towards Havoc a little. “Give it all to me! I can take it!”

“Heh, damn, you really want it, don’t you? Okay then, here it comes.”

Havoc took the hoof from Cotton’s cock back up to her backside to brace against, then drew Excalibur back a few inches before shoving it, hard, all the way in, ignoring the slight resistance she felt until the dildo’s ballsack-like base was pressed right up against Cotton’s smaller, actual ballsack.

“Aaahhh~”

Cotton’s entire body convulsed with pleasure, and both of Havoc’s hooves—no longer needed to spread Cotton open or shove the dildo further in—went underneath the other mare to furiously stroke and orgasm out of her cock, one on the shaft, one on the balls. Havoc was nothing if not a fast learner.

The other mare’s balls pulsed, and her entire cock throbbed as the first thick rope of cum shot out and splattered all over the bed beneath her, and onto Havoc’s hoof. Another pulse, another strand of white, and another. The volume was maybe half as much as Havoc was expecting, but then she figured the porn studs took supplements or something to produce bigger loads.

Not that Cotton’s load was small in any way, of course. Even an average stallion produced a healthy amount of cum, after all—at least that’s what the magazines said. Havoc figured she could easily fill a beer bottle with what Cotton had spilled onto the bed, give or take. She almost regretted letting it all go to waste on the bed sheets; maybe she should’ve grabbed those shot glasses first?

Oh well. Food for thought.

Once Cotton stopped spasming all over the sheets, her cock dribbling the last paltry drops of semen, her knees gave a little bit and she shifted into a more relaxed position. With Havoc’s hooves no longer on the Excalibur and Cotton relaxing her muscles, Cotton’s butt forced the intruder out ever-so-slowly; Havoc didn’t help her along, either, just watched with rapt attention as the rubber dildo slid out of Cotton’s ass bit by bit until—

Plop!

The Excalibur plopped out and landed on the bed, slick with a mixture of juices, some Havoc’s, some Cotton’s. Cotton’s abused tailhole was left gaping open for a moment, twitching and spasming all the while. It would probably take a few minutes for it to return to normal, and until then Havoc could barely take her eyes away.

“Fuck, that was hot,” Havoc muttered as she watched Cotton breathe and recuperate. “I honestly didn’t think you could take the whole thing, babe.”

Cotton groaned into the pillow, her entire body shaking as she did so. “That’s… the deepest I’ve ever taken it,” she said, turning her head so she could smile at Havoc; she was drooling just a little bit. “I usually just stick to the medial ring.”

Havoc’s lips curled into a little smirk. “Wow, so you took that all for me? Damn, girl.”

She gently ran one hoof up and down on Cotton’s ballsack, while her other hoof—covered with some of Cotton’s cum—drew up to her mouth for her to give it a tentative lick. There wasn’t a lot of cum to clean off, but there was enough to get a taste for it; Cotton’s load tasted just a little sweet.

“But you know we’re not done yet, right?” Havoc said, giving Cotton’s rear a little squeeze.

Cotton shook her head, still smiling, and rolled over onto her back, presumably to get more comfortable. “Of course not. This is your night, so we’re not done until you say so. Or, y’know, it gets late and we have to get some sleep.”

“Meh, sleep is for the weak.”

“You say that, but some of us have to go to work in the morning.”

“Touché.”

Havoc crawled over and onto Cotton so that they were face-to-face, just so that she could kiss the other mare again. From the way Cotton moaned and put her hooves on the back of Havoc’s head, Havoc figured she really was improving at this whole thing. That and Cotton didn’t mind having a tongue down her throat that had just been up her ass; Cotton seemed extraordinarily open, which was just… perfect.

Cotton’s hooves trailed from the back of Havoc’s head, along her sides, then under her to her own stomach, showing just a hint of meekness on her part. “So what else did you have in mind?” she asked as they broke the kiss for a moment. “Anything I can do to you? I know you’re having fun, but you should get the chance to indulge yourself too.”

Havoc smirked, her hooves shifting to pull Cotton’s forelegs back up then pinning them up by her head. “You ever eat pussy before? I know you said that you usually prefer stallions, so I figured I’d ask.”

“I’ve had a few mare partners before, yeah,” Cotton said, returning the smirk, though hers was more self-assured than mischievous. “Not to brag, but I’ve been told I do alright.”

“Cool. ‘Cause you’re gonna eat me out ‘til you’re hard again so we can fuck proper-like.”

Cotton hungrily licked her lips. “Mmhmm, don’t keep me waiting, lover. You wanna sit on my face or…?”

“Damn, you read my mind.” Havoc’s grin turned wicked. “But I figure we’d spice it up a little bit more. You’ve got a whole box of toys, after all. So let’s put ‘em to good use.”

Havoc got off of Cotton and retrieved the horseshoe box, then rifled through it to find one of the toys that had caught her eye earlier: a bright pink egg vibrator with an attachment so that it could easily be pulled out by hoof, and a matching remote. She displayed her new prize to Cotton with a devilish grin.

“Ooh, going for some double stimulation, huh?” Cotton said, biting her lip. “Do you want that in your pussy, or your butt? I can’t speak to the former but it’s great for the latter.”

“Oh no no, this isn’t for me. It’s for you,” Havoc said as she clammored over to Cotton’s rear and lifted her up off the bed a little. “I want you hard again sooner rather than later. I’ve been dying to ride that cute cock of yours all night, and this’ll just speed up the wait. Right?”

Cotton purred again, her hooves running over her stomach. “Mmhmm, whatever you— ooh!” she gasped as Havoc shoved the little egg into her tailhole; it went in without any resistance, thanks to both the expert lubing up and subsequent gaping Havoc had given it. “You really like putting things in my butt, don’t you?”

“Only because you’ve got the cutest ass I’ve ever seen,” Havoc chortled, teasing her hoof along Cotton’s sheath.

Havoc then turned around so that her rear was directly over Cotton’s muzzle and sat so that she was both comfortable and so that she gave Cotton access to every inch of her nethers, teats and all.

“Now, get to work,” she commanded as she shifted the vibrator’s setting from zero to one. It went all the way up to five, but she was going to start slow.

She was glad to find that Cotton wasn’t going to waste a lot of time on needless playing around. The other mare only took a few moments to gently tease Havoc’s slit with her lips, nose, and tongue, but to Havoc each of those moments was sheer pleasure.

Her clit was winking without stopping as Cotton’s tongue traced circles around her vulva, which only made it easier for Cotton to get her lips around the little nub. Havoc had only ever jilled herself with her hoof before—she didn’t own any toys herself—so having somepony else’s tongue snaking its way in, out, and around her pussy was like magic.

“Fffuuuck~” Havoc groaned, biting her lip and sucking in a breath so that she didn’t start drooling all over herself and Cotton’s stomach. “That’s a good girl. Eat that pussy good.”

“Mmmff~” Cotton moaned back, sending little vibrations through Havoc’s folds.

Speaking of vibrations, Havoc ranked the egg vibrator up to two now, and watched with amusement as one of Cotton’s hindlegs kicked slightly. Better yet, Cotton’s cute pink cock gave a little half-hearted throb and stiffened just a little, poking out of its sheath a teensy bit. Havoc smirked and turned to vibrator up to three; Cotton’s cock reacted to that as well, throbbing again as more blood rushed through it to push it even further out.

Cotton’s hooves weren’t idle, either, coming up to cup around the top of Havoc’s hindquarters, giving Cotton extra leverage to lean up and show Havoc that she’d meant what she said about being “alright” at eating a mare out. Havoc was no stranger to false modesty; “alright” was about as much of an inaccurate statement as her saying that she used “a few” swear words from time to time.

Havoc hissed with pleasure as Cotton’s muzzle shifted to that while her tongue was still working at Havoc’s snatch, her nose poked and prodded at Havoc’s tailhole. A part of her was a little self-conscious about it, ironically; she’d showered before she left the hotel earlier, but hadn’t “cleaned up” right before coming into Cotton’s bedroom like Cotton did.

The rest of her—particularly her aching nethers—told her not to worry about it.

“You like the taste of my cunt? Huh?” Havoc grunted, setting her free hoof—the one not holding the vibrator remote—behind her to push the back of Cotton’s head forward. “Go on. Say it. Say you like my cunt.”

Cotton groaned a little into Havoc, then pulled back just enough to say: “I like the way you taste, honey.”

“Naw, that’s not what I asked,” Havoc said, roughly shoving Cotton’s nose back in and rubbing it into her pussy. “Say you like my cunt. Don’t be a pussy about it.” After a few seconds of this, she let up on the pressure on Cotton’s head, then cranked the vibrator up to level four. “Well? Say it.”

“I love your cunt!” Cotton hissed, her hindlegs trembling again.

“Damn right you do.”

Havoc rocked herself back against Cotton’s muzzle with gentle, slow motions, just enough to establish a little bit of dominance but not too much that it made either of them uncomfortable. Cotton just remained where she was, hooves caressing Havoc’s rear as she continued eating her out, with more gusto than before if anything.

Then, Havoc saw that Cotton was properly hard again. She licked her lips as the throbbing shaft of pink pointed directly at her stomach, weighed down by the flared tip, as if it knew where it wanted to be and was trying to give her a hint.

Without even giving Cotton any warning, she abruptly lifted herself off of the other mare’s muzzle, turned around so they were facing each other again, and situated herself so that Cotton’s hard-on was sandwiched between them, her dripping wet snatch positioned right over the flared tip.

“You ready?” Havoc asked, her nostrils flaring.

“Uh-huh,” Cotton replied with a rapid nod. “I want you so bad right now.”

“You wanna stick your little cock in my pussy, huh? Do ya?” Havoc rubbed the tip of Cotton’s cock with her free hoof. “Say you wanna fuck me.”

Cotton hissed with pleasure. “I do! I want to fuck you!”

Havoc took a deep breath as she slicked her moistened vulva over the length of Cotton’s cock, then lifted herself up and, with her free hoof, positioned the meaty appendage directly underneath her. She only hesitated for a few seconds, realizing that this was it. The crowning moment that she’d been waiting for for as long as she could remember.

Then she sunk down onto Cotton’s cock, hissing with pleasure as the flared tip pushed inside her and spread her inner folds out enough for the rest of the cock behind it.

“Ahhh fuck~” she breathed, her eyes rolling back and her entire body shaking with sudden ecstasy. “So that’s what it feels like…”

The last of her hesitation was violently expunged from her mind, and without even considering it for more than a split second, she let gravity do the rest of work, relaxing herself so that she properly impaled herself onto Cotton’s shaft all in one go, medial ring and all. She’d have never tried to do it if Cotton was more gifted than she was; all the more reason to delight in the other mare’s perfect body.

Her free hoof went to her stomach, rubbing it gently as she tried to see if she could feel Cotton from the outside, like some of the porn actresses claimed they could with their partners. She couldn’t, but that was alright; just another expectation from porn that didn’t quite live up to reality.

Cotton winced loudly as the base of her cock impacted with Havoc’s vulva, shutting her eyes tight and biting down on one hoof. “F-fuck, honey, are you in heat or something?”

Havoc barely registered the words; her entire core was focused entirely on how fucking amazing it felt to have Cotton’s cock buried inside her, so much so that she hadn’t even moved for the past several seconds. A dazed “Huh?” was all she could muster as a response.

“You’re so hot inside,” Cotton said, her breathing growing just a little heavier, slower, more labored. “I’ve never felt a mare’s pussy like this. Are… are you in heat? Should we get a condom?”

“In heat? What are you talking about?” Havoc asked, tilting her head slightly. “It’s the middle of Fall, goofball. Most mares won’t hit their heat season for a few months at least.” And then she smirked, realizing why the questions had taken such an odd turn. “Why, you worried about knocking me up?”

Cotton stared up at Havoc’s face, gulped, and nodded slightly; nervous was hardly a good enough word to describe the mare’s expression. “A… a little, yeah? I don’t know if I’ve got powerful swimmers anymore—”

Havoc immediately started grinding herself on Cotton’s cock with easy back-and-forth, up-and-down motions, like she’d watched a hundred times before in the pornos.

“Don’t worry about it, babe,” she said with a sinister grin. “Just tell me when you’re gonna cum, and I’ll let you pull out. As much as I want to feel what it’s like to get a load in my cunt, I’ve got different plans for you.”

“O-okay,” Cotton replied with an unsure nod and a smile. “Wh-whatever you want, honey. Just… be careful?”

Havoc continued grinding, increasing her pace steadily as she went. If it felt amazing just having Cotton’s cock buried inside her, it felt even better having it moving around.

And she was entirely in control, too; Cotton’s hooves didn’t even so much as try to exert themselves on her, and Cotton wasn’t even thrusting up to meet with Havoc’s movements yet. The other mare was too busy biting down on one hoof, using the other hoof to keep her skirt out of the way so that it didn’t block her view of her cock going in and out of Havoc’s pussy.

“It’s so hot~” Cotton whimpered, arching her back slightly. “I don’t know if I can last, honey. Let me pull out.”

“You’re gonna last until I cum,” Havoc commanded, emphasizing her point with a hard bump downward. “Don’t worry, I’m getting close too. But hey, how about we up the challenge, huh?” She smiled devilishly and cranked the vibrator up to five, the maximum setting. “And if you blow your load before I cum, you lose.”

“Annh~” Cotton hissed, thrusting upwards—hard—in response. “B-but—”

Havoc kept grinding without even the slightest hint at slowing down or stopping; she was getting desperately close, but wanted to tease Cotton just a little more. “C’mon, babe, don’t— mmph~ Don’t tell me you’re… g-gonna cum before me.”

Up, then down.

“Just think about how— aahhh~ aaawful it would be if… you d-did.”

Up, then down.

“You… wouldn’t want to— f-fuck~ Wouldn’t want to accidentally… put a foal in me, w-would you? Just think about what allll the ponies would say… when they found out… that you… knocked up the Fire Warrior.”

Up, then down. Harder this time.

“Fffuuuck~”

Cotton bit down hard on her hoof and shook her head, her mane swishing about just because of how roughly she was moving. “Y-you’re not playing fair~”

Havoc’s grin widened. Up, then down, followed by a slow circular grind. “All’s fair… in fucking… and fighting. Right?”

She let the vibrator remote slip out of her hoof and roll onto the bed; she didn’t need it now anyway. Her hooves then both moved to Cotton’s chest, using her lover’s body as leverage to lift up and down again, faster and harder than before.

And then, Havoc felt a sudden rush of heat inside her nethers, as the dam finally broke. She let out a wordless, throaty, deep moan as she thrust herself down one last time onto Cotton’s dick, clamping down tight on it as she came. She could feel every inch of cock inside her being squeezed as tight as could be.

But she didn’t have a lot of time to really savor the orgasm.

“Oh f-fuck~” Cotton grunted, biting both hooves now. “H-honey, I’m gonna—”

Havoc’s eyes widened, and with all the speed she could muster she pulled off of Cotton’s cock, groaning as the flared tip just barely managed to make it out of her clenching folds and out into open air.

A split-second later Cotton let out a little moan of her own, and the first spurt of cum fired straight up and splattered onto Havoc’s stomach.

Havoc was moving as quickly as possible, moving herself down so that she could take Cotton’s spasming cock in her mouth. She was a little too slow for the second spurt, taking that one to her face, feeling the hot, thick fluid spray onto her cheek, nose, and chin; she only barely reacted in time to not get it in her eye.

But she was able to get her mouth around Cotton’s cock in time to catch the third rope of cum as it fired all the way into the back of her throat, and the fourth, and the fifth. Since Cotton was only able to produce enough volume to maybe fill up a beer bottle, and the first two loads had been wasted, Havoc had little trouble at all in keeping the sweet-tasting spunk in her mouth as she cradled Cotton’s balls, coaxing out whatever was left.

From here, Havoc could just barely hear the rumblings of the egg vibrator still lodged in Cotton’s rear.

Havoc didn’t lift herself away from Cotton’s dick until she was certain there was nothing left to get out of it, then carefully drew away—keeping her mouthful of spunk steady—and crawled up the length of Cotton’s body so that they were face-to-face together again. Cotton was giving her a sultry smile, her eyes half-lidded with pleasure.

Cotton’s head, which had shot upright in all the excitement, collapsed against her pillow. “W-wow…” she breathed, sounded as though she’d just galloped an entire mile in the past minute. “That was—”

Havoc had one final surprise for Cotton, the third, maybe fourth over the course of the night? She forcefully kissed her again and, after managing to push her way past Cotton’s lips with her tongue, shared her mouthful of Cotton’s cum with Cotton herself. Cotton definitely seemed surprised at first, but was not only quickly accepting of the act but, judging from her moaning and the way her hooves went to the back of Havoc’s head, enjoying it.

To say the kiss was sloppy was an understatement. Besides the fact that Cotton hadn’t been expecting it, Havoc had probably taken too much cum to share, and more than a little bit of it leaked out and spilled down the pair’s cheeks and necks in the process, not to mention that the wad of cum still on Havoc’s face made contact with and spread to Cotton’s as they kissed.

If anything, this just made the kiss that much better as far as Havoc was concerned. Evidence of their debauchery was literally everywhere; nopony could deny from seeing them together now that they’d been fucking, and fucking well.

Once she and Cotton had each swallowed what was left of the cum that hadn’t spilled out of their mouths, they broke apart from one another, tongues still connected by a thin strand of saliva-cum mixture. Havoc just kept her eyes locked with Cotton’s after that, and vice versa, for a good moment before they locked lips again.

When they broke apart the second time, they stayed apart long enough to breathe and collect themselves. Havoc took that moment to fumble her hoof about and find the vibrator remote to finally turn it off, giving Cotton some well-deserved reprieve, then grabbed hold of the little attachment that was sticking out so that she could pull it out of Cotton—gently, of course.

“Nopony’s ever done that with me before,” Cotton said, awestruck as she rested against her pillow. “You’re… sure this is your first time? I mean, okay, it was a little touch-and-go here and there, but you came at me with some kinky shit that I wasn’t expecting, let me tell ya.”

Havoc’s cheeks reddened just a little bit as she joined Cotton again, pressing her nose to her lover’s. “Y-yeah, I know. I was telling the truth, though. Until tonight, I’ve never had sex with anypony before. Never, uh… never been kissed, either. So that was nice.”

“Really? I…” Cotton let out a breath, then wrapped her hooves around Havoc in a tender hug. “I’m sorry if it sounds insulting for me to say that I figured that you had a lot of experience, especially after all of this. Are you really telling me you ‘learned’ all of this just from watching porn?”

“I mean, ‘learned’ is kind of a strong word,” Havoc said, burying her muzzle in Cotton’s neck and delighting in the warmth of the hug. “I’ve just always been lonely at night, so I watched a lot of stuff, y’know? I guess I just started seeing what was out there and liking… well, a lot of kinkier things. I wasn’t even going to think about doing some of the stuff I did tonight, but then you kind of, I dunno, gave me a blank check?”

“So if this had been somepony else for your first time, somepony not as open as me, you’d have just… done some ‘normal’ things?”

“I guess? I dunno. If it was just some good-looking stallion or something I’d have probably just let them show me the ropes. If there’s even a guy out there that would’ve looked at me and been interested in the first place,” Havoc added with a murmur.

Havoc sighed, then rolled off of Cotton and found her jacket where it had landed on the floor. She snagged a cigarette out of the sleeve, took her lighter from the pocket, and lit up a smoke; the drag felt better than any drag she’d ever taken before, filling her with a warmth that was beyond relaxing. She figured smoking after sex was just a cliché, but damn if it didn’t satisfy her something fierce.

Cotton’s hoof rubbed Havoc’s back. “Well, I’m glad that I was able to let you try something fun for your first time. I’d have been fine with it if you wanted to try ‘normal’, though. Maybe another time?”

Havoc let out a puff a smoke, then raised her head up, turning to glance at Cotton utterly confused. “‘Another time’?”

“Yeah, of course. I don’t know exactly when you’re leaving the city, but if you’re here for a little longer, I mean, I wouldn’t be opposed to doing this again if you’re not. You… you had a good time, didn’t you?”

Havoc paused a moment, having not seen Cotton looking so meek and unsure before,then smiled and took another drag of her cigarette. “I did, yeah. I’d definitely be down to fuck again. You’re amazing.”

Cotton returned the smile. “So are you.” She then cleared her throat and averted her gaze; Havoc noticed she was blushing. “But, um, I suppose you’ve probably got to get going back to your hotel, right? I won’t keep you.”

“Yeah, I’d better not stay out too late. Might cause problems with my sister if she thinks… whatever she thinks about me being out late.” Havoc then glanced at herself and her cum-stained coat. “Speaking of which, uh… I don’t suppose I could use your shower, could I?”

“Of course you can. I wouldn’t let you leave here covered in… well, me,” Cotton giggled, hoof over her mouth.

Havoc’s grin turned mischievous. “You wanna join me?”

Cotton smiled and nodded rapidly. “Oh, I’d love to.”

As the pair of them got off the bed and made their way towards the bathroom—with Cotton noticeably walking bowlegged—Havoc had a feeling that the next two weeks were going to be a lot more fun than she thought they’d be. And to think, the only reason she’d even met Cotton when and how she did was because Dawn just had to be her usual bitch self.

Funny how things worked out.