The Risqué Risks of a Non-Standard Living Arrangement

Moonlight served as the room’s only source of light as Brick sat on the edge of the bed and stroked the flowing, multicolored mane of the mare between his legs. Below, Frosty closed her eyes and nuzzled his sheath and testes, inhaling the stallion's scent; her wings fluttered slightly against her back and she hummed in delight as his warm musk flooded her sinuses. Above, Brick exhaled at her oral vibrations. She felt his member flex on her face, and another inch or two of his tool emerged.

Frosty smiled at that reaction and rubbed her cheeks all along the sides of his deliciously smooth shaft. Then, the faux alicorn brought a white hoof to his cock, stroking him as she descended on his balls. Brick grunted when Frosty took one into the soft, wet confines of her mouth, where she caressed it with her tongue and tugged with strong sucks. The rod in her hoof twitched angrily, and pleasure flashed across Brick’s handsome face. Frosty internally cheered at the cracks in the soldier's usually detached demeanor, eagerly anticipating the moment he would assume control. She teased his heavy sack with gentle kisses, long wet licks, and the occasional big succ.

As fun as it was to lavish both Brick’s beautiful balls with the Princess’ broad pink tongue, Frosty eventually released the orb in her mouth with a wet pop and dragged her tongue up the underside of his shaft until she reached the tip; there, the changeling grinned mischievously. “I bet you wanna fuck this Princess' pretty face. Don'tcha, soldier-boy?” He felt her breath dance across his skin.

Frosty heard the start of a small moan escape her roommate's lips before he stifled it. She pouted at that; she loved hearing her effect on him and hated when he held back such cute sounds. Unfortunately, it seemed the rule rather than the exception that Equestrian stallions forced themselves to keep quiet during sex. Demanding more, Frosty suddenly pumped his shaft harder and faster.

“Fuck! That's hot,” Brick barked at her outburst.

“That's better,” Frosty purred, slowing her strokes. “Let it all out, man. No need to hold back with me, homie.”

“Careful what you wish for, “Princess”... you might just get it.”

“And if I do “get it”, are you gonna be the one to give it to me?” Frosty licked the broad head of his member and wrapped her lips around it, giving her stallion a wide-eyed and curious look.

“Mmm,” a deep moan rumbled in his chest as she sucked his tip. “Only if you behave.”

Frosty smiled as much as she could with his cock in her mouth and saluted in affirmation. Brick chuckled and shook his head at the absurd (yet undeniably arousing) image of his superior saluting him with such a mouthful. His member lurched as he laughed, and Frosty leapt at his moment of weakness, bobbing her head in earnest. She watched his face melt from one of amusement to one of pleasure before reaching up to massage his hefty testes; she loved holding their cool, smooth skin against the warm frog of her hoof.

Meanwhile, her tongue cradled the underside of his shaft, tracing the outline of his urethra with every stroke. She sucked harder, and he flexed against her lips. She noticed a faint pressure on the back of her head followed by a small deposit of precum on her tongue; she rewarded his initiative with a particularly deep dive down his cock.

“Oh, shit.” Frosty barely heard Brick grunt as she savored the taste of his meat marinated with precum and her own saliva. A bit of that lewd cocktail seeped out when the soldier thrust his hips, driving another couple of inches into her maw. His tip bumped the entrance to her throat, and Frosty felt her cunt clench with longing. One of her hooves had already made its way south, rubbing her clit: the hard edge of her hoof dug into her pink slit whilst its soft center caressed her little love-button. Frosty moaned loudly, but the pleasant pressure on the back of her skull disappeared too soon.

The mare looked up at her partner with sad, wanting eyes. His hoof shifted from behind her head to the side as he held her and toyed with one ear. Frosty pushed her head into his touch and closed her eyes for a moment.

“Beautiful.”

Frosty felt more than a little silly for blushing, her mouth still stuffed full of his shaft. Brick's eyes traced the contours of her face, and a warm glow bloomed in her stomach as she basked in his emotions; that warmth spread spread down, engorging the changeling’s sex.

The changeling.

A sharp pang of guilt stung Frosty's chest when she remembered whose body she used, his praise meant for her. She sniffed and shoved away the unwanted thoughts. Then, the faux alicorn reluctantly extracted herself from Brick's shaft and stood up.

“Here, lie down. I wanna take all of it.” Frosty touched a large white hoof to Brick's shoulder, applying slight pressure. He reclined on the bed, and her tail flagged as she saw his muscles shift and settle. She fanned her face with a hoof and exhaled. “Phew. Aight, I got this.”

Frosty cracked her neck to get back in the mood and swung a hindleg over Brick's chest; the new position treated him to an unobscured view of the Princess’ considerable crotchboobs and long, smooth tummy. Standing over the stallion, she shook her hips and dipped her head to nuzzle his genitals. Below, Brick's breathing hitched at the feeling of Frosty's tongue dragging down his shaft and over the crease of his scrotum. His jaw clenched, and he blasted hot air out his nostrils to prevent himself from doing something more drastic. He couldn't hold himself back much longer; her continued teasing combined with the sight above seemed to dance on his last nerve.

Suddenly, her mouth plunged down, consuming half of his member; Brick grunted as he slid into her hot, moist throat with ease: “Hnng!” He tilted his head up to watch: Frosty’s large pink lips formed a tight seal around his thick shaft as she pumped herself on his dick; with every stroke, she took him deeper and deeper, throat bulging obscenely. He felt her swallow with each descent and lick all the way up, lathering him with saliva.

Frosty heard a deep rumble like thunder behind her. A moment later, Brick's powerful forelegs locked around her haunches and pulled down; his strength forced the hindlegs out from under her before he buried his muzzle in her swollen sex. She tried to cry out, but the cock stuffed down her throat effectively muffled her; her voice drowned in the taste of precum and saliva, the world swimming with the dense smell of sex, and she couldn't be happier. With a single thrust from his muscular legs, Brick hilted in her throat, forcing the mare’s lips against his sheath in a lewd kiss. She moaned like a bitch in heat, and her wings fluttered faintly against her back. Brick started softly fucking her face, but they both knew she couldn’t last long without a proper breath.

Desperate for air, she soon pulled herself off his hard-on, her throat hugging his fleshy monolith until its flared tip popped out her mouth. She gasped and dropped her head on his lap. Instinctively, a hoof replaced her mouth, stroking his saliva-covered cock during her respite. Behind her, Frosty felt Brick's strong hooves wrapped around her thighs as his broad tongue explored her depths and he hummed into her. She could already feel an orgasm approaching.

Being especially sensitive down there, Frosty recalled many lonely nights in the Hive when her aching sex prevented much sleep. She didn’t usually let others touch her there. She hated how quickly it made her finish; in large part, that's why she preferred anal. Brick was an exception, though, because he didn't ask; he took what he wanted, a dominant draft stallion-- a soldier-- seizing his own pleasure. That was hot.

Besides, tonight wasn't about her; if it was (and she more confident), Frosty might’ve asked him if she could use her smaller, natural, changeling form. She'd always wondered what that would feel like, and she’d fantasized about it on more than one occasion. But she was sure Brick would never accept such a ridiculous request; she was Celestia’s opposite in every way: her own ugly black chitin couldn’t hold a candle to the Princess’ pristine white coat. Plus, she was short and crass, the antithesis of his Princess’ awesome glory. The whole night was for him anyway; it was about him and his fantasies. Her own depraved and manipulative way of repaying both his kindness and generosity. If she gleaned some satisfaction from it, that only added to the experience-- an unearned cherry atop their non-standard living arrangement.

Unwilling to selfishly finish before her roommate, Frosty lifted her head and accepted him back into her mouth. Her throat slid down his shaft until she reached its base; then, she raised his balls with a hoof and nuzzled between them again. His intoxicating scent caused her cunt to clench around his wriggling tongue and renewed her resolve. She twisted her head side-to-side as Brick began thrusting up and fucking her face.

Neither creature lasted long. Brick's composure melted away completely: his pace lost consistency as his member flexed in her throat more and more. The two's shared fluids leaked from the corners of Frosty’s mouth, and her pussy reached a fever-pitch, frantically tugging the stallion's tongue deeper inside. With a final forceful jerk upward, Brick's thick cock hilted in her; his tip flared in her throat before unleashing a torrent of cum straight into her stomach. Less than a second later, he sat up, and gravity planted her face firmly against his clenching balls. Brick pulled her hindlegs further apart and lifted Frosty’s sex from his face, biting and sucking her nipples instead; at that, the changeling came instantly.

Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck!

The word echoed off the walls of Frosty's mind as she gurgled around Brick's spasming member. She heard herself whimper, and tears formed in the corners of her eyes at the orgasm's intensity. Her hips quivered and humped back at nothing, inadvertently pulling her nipples against Brick's efforts, heightening her own pleasure. Rope after rope of her roommate's climax fired down her throat, and Frosty felt her sex clench desperately as she swallowed. A trail of her fluids trickled down her legs and a couple drops pattered on the bed below. Perhaps the only place on Frosty's body more sensitive than her clit was her nipples: as insects, changelings didn't have mammaries of any kind; thus, taking the form of a creature with them meant assuming an entirely new erogenous zone. That included the hazardous potential for utterly mind-melting orgasms.

One of which she experienced right now.

For a moment, her existence was only swallowing and squirting. Brick’s member lurched in her throat with each burst of cum as she drooled on his lap. One of her abused nipples slipped from his lips, and the stallion rested his neck between her breasts, pressing his face against her inner thighs.

Eventually, her contractions slowed, and the world around her lurched. Her eyes focused, and she saw the ceiling; she must've rolled over. Frosty felt cool night air fill the vacuum left in her mouth and throat by the absence of Brick’s hot rod. She slowly retracted the tongue hanging out of her mouth and smacked her lips together at his lingering taste. Her nipples, still wet with his saliva, stood erect.

“Damn, son,” she coughed and rubbed her sore throat with a hoof; it ached in the best way. “Have a rough week or somethin’? That was awesome.”

“Get up.”

Frosty's ear twitched, and her sex gave a faint quiver at Brick's deep bass voice. Before she could consciously process his command, her legs moved of their own accord, her mind still muddled with orgasmic afterglow and fatigue. Her head swam as she stood on unusually tall alicorn legs. She saw something in front of her and recognized it as her roommate's face; fires of desire danced in his eyes, and the changeling could hear his heartbeat over her own labored breathing. Without thinking, she leaned forward to kiss him.

Not halfway there, one of his wide, muscular hooves planted itself on her chest and stopped her.

“Behave,” he growled.

“But 'sa dumb rule.” She knew better than to protest, but her addled mind couldn't immediately remind her that she shouldn’t.

“Don't care.It's my rule: no kissing.” The fires in his eyes flickered dangerously, and his stern look sobered Frosty considerably. She felt ashamed of herself, but refused to show it; she wouldn't spoil the evening-- his evening-- with her moping.

“I'll behave; I promise.”

“Turn around.”

Putting on a brave face, Frosty presented the Princess' posterior, as promised. She tried to add some sauce to the act, bending her forelegs to raise her rump and flicking her flowing tail across Brick’s nose. “Well, I didn't say how I'd behave-- oh!”

With startling strength, the soldier suddenly hoisted her up and pinned her stomach to the bed. He nipped at her ears, and Frosty giggled at his exciting aggression.

“You crazy, bro.”

“Only for you.”

Frosty squinted at him over her shoulder. “I bet you say that to all the mares.”

“Only the sexy ones... cuz it's true.” Frosty felt Brick plant his hind legs behind hers. Then, his heavy barrel dropped on her back, and he laid his strong neck over hers. “Less talking, more moaning.”

“Make me.”

Brick exhaled forcefully, billowing hot air down the side of her face. “Careful what you wish for, “Princess”...”

Drawing his hips back, Brick left a trail of his essence across her mound, and Frosty returned the favor with drops of her own arousal staining the top of his shaft. She shuddered when his warm tip touched her slick lower lips, the head of his member almost completely eclipsing the entrance. It would fit, she knew from experience, but Frosty couldn't help fantasizing about just how full it made her feel; despite being so tall, Celestia had a rather disproportionately small-- not to mention tight-- pussy, especially compared to her fucking massive mouth. Frosty amused herself with the thought of the latter being bigger due to such frequent use (unlike the former). Brick’s fat shlong fit so snugly in the large Princess’ sex; Frosty could only imagine how it would absolutely wreck her diminutive changeling form.

As if to affirm that thought, Brick pushed forward, applying considerable pressure. Frosty cooed at the sensation, but (after several seconds and no noticeable result) Brick's arousal and impatience spurred him to something more substantial: the stallion's pelvic muscles tensed and member flexed angrily; with a single powerful thrust, his swollen tip popped inside and the first few inches of his shaft followed suit.

She gasped, and he grunted.

“Fuckin' finally. There we go.”

Frosty could only moan in agreement. He was big. She didn't consider herself a size-queen by any stretch of the imagination, but the way his girth forced her open, adding the slightest edge to her pleasure, felt fucking divine.

“Duuude, yes.”

Then, he began to move: she felt a wide hoof grope her cutie mark before sliding down between her breasts and rubbing her clit. His first few thrusts lightly tugged at the velveteen walls of her sex, giving her a chance to lubricate and loosen up without pushing too deep or causing any discomfort.

What started out of necessity quickly devolved into teasing, however: each pass over nethers applied less pressure than the last while his shallow thrusts slowed. A whimper escaped Frosty’s lips, and she looked back at Brick with a pout.

“That's mean.”

“Not so much fun when you're the one being teased, is it?”

“Seriously, dude, c'mon. Let's go!” Frosty struggled to move her hips, but the foreleg around her barrel (still teasing her clit) kept her pinned beneath him. “Please, Brick! Just rut me, okay?” she whined. “FUCK me. I've been thinking about it all day; I need it.” Her cunt clenched around his cock, trying to pull him deeper, and her clit strained with each wink, fruitlessly trying to bridge the gap between itself and his hoof. “Imma fuckin' die if you don't.”

That last line earned her a hearty chuckle from the soldier, and she savored how it made his member jump inside her.

“Show me how much you want it,” Brick gibed.

“I was already planning on doing that, if you hadn't dropped your fat ass on me.”

“Oh?” He raised an eyebrow at her.

“...y'know, with your permission, of course.”

“If you say so.” With that, Brick hoisted himself off her back and rested both his hooves beside her ribs.

Free to move as she pleased, Frosty seized the opportunity to rock her hips back, sliding his next couple of inches inside. “Ooooo, that's nice.” A shiver worked its way down her spine and caused her wings to flutter. Her feathers brushed against his belly when she arched her back; straightening out again, she felt his medial ring kiss the edges of her folds. Frosty fucked herself on his shaft a few more times, grinding his sensitive ring along her slick lips.

Without warning, Brick met one of her backstrokes with his own surge forward, plunging more than half his member into her. Both ponies moaned loudly. His fat tip had already forced itself so deep inside her; yet, she still had so much to go. Her pussy winked at the thought, and she could feel his heartbeat throughout her love-canal.

Brick withdrew almost completely before thrusting back in; the force of it knocked the wind out of her, and he took that as his cue to start fucking her in earnest. With every thrust inward, his medial ring slid over her exposed clit, and each backstroke pulled her tight nether lips outward. The blunt head of his member bludgeoned the mare's g-spot without mercy, skirting the edge of discomfort. He was rough and feral. Her cunt clutched at his stallionhood as rapture radiated from her stretched sex. Hips driving her into the bed, he filled her to the utmost. She clenched her teeth at the intensity.

Then Brick bit a mouthful of her mane and pulled, hard. Her moans escalated into yelps, and he used the newfound leverage to force his already brutal thrusts even deeper. Her lower lips squeezed the base of his thick dick, pleasure pooled in the back of her crotch, and Frosty felt her release rapidly approaching. His cock flexed, basting her insides with precum, as her pussy throbbed around him. Every time Brick hilted, his balls slapped against her sex, shocking her clit and pushing her to ever-greater ecstasy.

“Brick, Brick! It's coming-- I'm cumming! Do it inside, please!”

Frosty convulsed as the orgasm wracked her body. Fluid squirted out her feminine sheath, misting Brick's balls as he fucked her relentlessly. Her taut walls spasmed on his shaft, the suction massaging his sensitive tip. With a growl that would've impressed an Ursa, the stallion released her mane, and she collapsed beneath him. His hooves hooked around her ass, and he shoved as much of himself into her as possible. Streamers of liquid love painted her insides as he finished in the warm confines of her cunt.

One. Two. Three. Four. Five.

At about the sixth shot, Frosty lost track of how much he'd deposited. Instead, she pulled a nearby pillow to her and buried her hot face in it, moaning out one last time. Brick punctuated his last few spurts with several weak thrusts. Then, at long last, he fell beside her.

For a while, both ponies merely basked in the afterglow. Frosty pulled one of his forelegs around her shoulder and scooted back against his chest to protect herself from the cold. She heard him hum with comfort before burying his nose in her mane and inhaling her sweaty, lavender scent.

“Thank you,” Brick whispered and kissed the back of her head.

“Heeeey, I thought no kisses allowed.”

“Shhh,” he patted her head. “Skull's not lips.”

“True... true.” Careful not to dislodge his still-softening member, Frosty turned to face him and saw his eyes already closed. “You're welcome.” He opened one eye to peak at her, and she beamed at him, a satisfied smile stamped on her face.

“You look cute fatigued.”

“You take that back, mister.” Frosty poked the edge of her hoof into his chest.

“T’morrow, maybe...” the stallion mumbled, his voice trailing off.

“Yes, sir.” Frosty nuzzled his wide neck and closed her eyes.

After a minute or two of listening to his measured breathing, the changeling moved back to examine his face. She watched his furrowed brow slowly smooth itself out. “Sweet dreams, Brick Break.” Her tongue morphed, and its naturally forked shape slithered out of her mouth to groom his face, where she wiped away beads of sweat and straightened his fur with several licks. “Until tomorrow,” she whispered.

Then, she stole a kiss from his lips and closed her eyes, dreading the nightmares to come.