Author's Note

Quick story written in about an hour due to an offhanded comment about g-spots and g-forces.
Contains: Tail fetish? A mare getting off to her tail brushing against her holes due to gravity pulling on it. Also, hyper-public.

Gravity (public, accidental orgasm)

Apogee smiled and waved, doing her best to hold her eyes open despite the blinding flash bulbs. She also did her best to not wave too much in an attempt to keep the blush off her face.

As the first pony to spend a year in space, something that nopony had accounted for was atrophy. Well, the nerds had actually accounted for most of it what with all the ultra-high-tech exercise equipment, but they hadn’t accounted for a very specific muscle group.

Try as she might, the muscles in her dock and back that were responsible for holding her tail up simply weren’t strong enough to fight gravity, and the PR team responsible for setting up the photoshoot the day after she was allowed out of decontamination didn’t let her cut it short or tie it up in a bob. As a result, every step she made, every gust of wind on this slightly blustery day took the soft, conditioned hair of her tail and rubbed it against her needy holes.

She’d been allowed to use relief aids during her heats up on the station, but a year of nothing but weight reduced plastic had left her a little pent up, and instead of being allowed to take care of it, every second since she’d splashed down was a flurry of activity that left her no time to herself.

Tuning out the incomprehensible babble from the crowd of photographers and videographers giving her conflicting instructions for posing and the droning of the director's speech, she did her best to ignore the growing itch between her hind legs. Trying to ignore it was unfortunately making it the only thing she could think about, her clit winking out from between her damp lips to brush against her tail as she realized that now that she was groundside, there was nothing between her and an actual, real, warm, throbbing dick to scratch her itch. Well, nothing but this photoshoot, a whole bunch more medical tests, a dozen private interviews and probably a bunch of stuff she was forgetting.

The thought of dick successfully killed, the next thing she was going to have to focus on ignoring was how the movements of her tail were doing an unreasonably good job of scratching her itch. Doing her best to keep a smile on her face and not bite her lip, she winked again. It didn’t help that the force of gravity acting on her tail was pulling the increasingly water-heavy mass just how she liked. Every step from the decontamination chamber to the stage caused a light tug to her dock that would have made her flag if she could. Instead, it only served to make her even more worked up as the constant stimulation of her pert ponut and wet lips drove her to madness.

Eyes unfocusing slightly, her waving stuttered as she instinctively tried to fan the heat of her nethers, the weak muscles simply wiggling her dock back and forth a bit. The tip of her dock tracing against the top of the thick ring of her clenching ponut, feeling to her horny mind like the trailing kiss of a lover, did nothing good to the tenuous stability of her wavering professionalism. The swishing of her arousal soaked tail against her now freely winking tail had no analog to anything she'd ever experineced before.

It felt fucking amazing though.

Shifting her stance to try and obscure her increasingly rapid winking a bit better, she fought back a gasp as the change allowed the breeze to press her tail even more firmly against her plot. Putting her hoof down to start waiving with her less tired one, a breeze separated a few strands of her tail and blew them up to tickle against her sensitive nipples.

Forcing a cough to try and cover her moan, there was no holding back the flustered blush that spread across her face, each unbidden wink of her clit stimulating it enough to draw out another, the cascade of sensations sending her spiraling down into a haze of lust.

Even as hundreds of ponies watched, none seemed to actually see as she planted a smile on her face and focused entirely on wiggling her dock against her puffy plothole and winking against her soft tail.

Adjusting stance again, she purposely bounced a little, almost moaning aloud at the tugging against her dock and the distinctive weight of her cheeks as they pressed in on her protruding marehood and tailhole.

Eyes unfocused and starting to lid, her health and safety handler finally noticed something was wrong, and mistakenly identifying it as exhaustion called for the crowd to start wrapping up.

It was too late though, the combination of a year’s pent-up horniness and the novel sensations only found when experiencing gravity overwhelming the poor mare just as her handler started to guide her to the stairs at the back of the stage.

Still under the scrutiny of dozens of cameras, most of them broadcasting live, Apogee’s front legs gave out under the force of gravity, her soaked tail just heavy enough to flop out of the way as she came hard. In the stunned silence of the outdoor arena, millions of ponies across Equestria watched as the face of space accidentally mooned the world, her winking holes and unabashed moans captured in ultra high definition as she splattered the stage behind her with marecum.