The door to Sunburst's study creaked open and closed as his girlfriend walked in, but he ignored her in favor of working on his report. She had sent him a message earlier that day to say she was coming over to stay the night, so her arrival didn't surprise him. He dipped his quill in the ink bottle and continued with his writing, the sound of boots against his hardwood floor echoed in the somewhat silent room, his record player playing soft jazz in the corner. They stopped in the middle of the room, and Starlight cleared her throat to get his attention. He set his quill aside, turned around in his office chair, and his jaw slackened at the sight before him.
Starlight stood in the middle of his study wearing a tight, leather jacket with short sleeves and a raised collar. It was open at the front, held together by straps of leather that looked like belts, revealing her tight stomach, holding together her shapely breasts since she wasn’t wearing a bra. A red belt kept her short skirt in place, a black pleated thing with red trimming that was just long enough to keep him from seeing her marehood. Her purple hair was cut short on the back, fluffed and teased to stand on its own, and to complete the look she added skull earrings on her ears and heavy dark makeup on her eyes that made her blue irises even more piercing.
She reminded him of one of the many girls he had seen hanging out in the entrances of biker bars and rock venues; trying to look tougher than they actually were and failing, looking more immature than sexy in his eyes with their supposed edginess. He gave them a wide berth as a result and ignore them.
But the Starlight standing in front of him had the opposite effect on him.
He turned around completely to face her, his paper all but forgotten, and licked his lips, slouching down in his chair.
“Well…this is definitely a surprise.”
“You said you were free tonight, so I thought I would drop by.”
She bit down on her bottom lip and rolled the flesh beneath her teeth, running a fingerless gloved hand over her bangs. A small blush dusted her swan-like neck and crept up her skin to cover her cheeks in a deep red, the only sign of her nervousness. But other than that, she looked comfortable in her skimpy outfit, and he finally understood the appeal of punk-rock girls. The aesthetic definitely suited his girlfriend, a mare with a rebellious heart that always gave the authority the middle finger—even though she was a teacher now, she liked doing things her own way. Then again, she could be wearing a potato sack and he would still find her sexy.
“And do what, exactly?” he asked, one brow rising as if challenging her.
Starlight smiled and shrugged, her hips wiggling a little as her tail whipped nervously behind her, trying to work up the courage to say the words that were on the edge of her tongue. She was nervous as hell to be asking him—her boyfriend—if he was okay with her dancing for him. She had read countless magazines, practiced in her room and in front of a mirror to get the steps right, she even come up with a routine that made her feel confident enough to ask him, but now she wasn't so sure. She wasn’t much of a dancer, what if she screwed up? What if he laughed at her? What if Sunburst hated it? What if he was disgusted that she would even ask him such a thing? Sweet Luna, this was easier when she was practicing at home.
“I thought maybe we could...if I could…” she trailed off.
Staring at the floor, she balled her hands into fists and after a while, said to hell with her nerves. Her head snapped back up, and she looked at him straight in the eye as she blurted out, “I was wondering if I could give you a lap dance!”
Sunburst's eye bulged. She wanted to do what? A lap dance? For him?
He'd be lying if he said he wasn't interested in having her dance for him. There was one time during his college years when some of his “friends” dragged him out to the strip club against his will and paid one of the dancers to do such a thing for him, though it turned him on at the moment, Sunburst felt disgusted afterward, and he ended the night by taking a three-hour-long shower so he could feel like himself again. Needless to say, he didn’t hang out with those “friends” anymore.
But Starlight?
Starlight was different. She could turn him on at any given moment in time without doing much—a simple smile, a teasing flick of her tail, or a flutter of her eyelashes and he was rearing to go. He was positive that if she was the one giving him a lap dance, he wouldn't feel the need to shower afterward.
“Uh, sure. Yes, you can. Do you need music?”
Her heart jolted in her chest at his words, and she looked up to see if he was lying or not. Dark, lustful, blue eyes stared at her for a moment before he grabbed a vinyl record from the shelf next to him, her own eyes followed him as he stood up and headed for the record player in the corner. Her jaw dropped a little as she watched him fiddle with the machine, part of her in disbelief that her plan actually worked, thinking that she would have to do more to convince him.
Sunburst lifted the needle of the machine, replaced the jazz album he had been listening to with the one he picked out for her, and let the needle drop. Another thing they discovered they had in common, besides magic and games, was music. They shared a love for rock and metal music—a genre that had been comforting for the both of them during their tumultuous teenage years—and spend many afternoons in record stores perusing the shelves, critiquing the artist they come across and listening to songs together. Armed with this knowledge he selected a record that he thought was perfect for the occasion.
It didn’t hurt that it was one of Starlight’s favorite artists, and he grinned a little when he turned around just in time to see her eyes widening in recognition. The silence was replaced by the steady thrum of a bass followed by the emblematic riff of an electric guitar that made the song so popular. Instead of heading for his desk chair, he cleared the clutter of a grey couch he used for napping in his study and sat down, waiting for her to begin and arching his eyebrows up when she didn't move.
She licked her lips as she got the hint and rolled her shoulders back as she started to move. She slowly walked to him in the way she had practiced at her apartment. One foot moved in front of the other while her hands rubbed along her thighs, her hips, and across her stomach. Her hands continued until they reached her breasts, running her fingers along the curve of her chest and squeezing the flesh lightly before dropping them. He scooted up on the chair as she straddled his leg, his breath coming out ragged, and she felt pride swell up in her chest.
Whatever she was doing, it was definitely working.
He watched as she swiveled her hips down, rubbed herself on his knee, and her skirt doing a surprisingly good job of covering her pussy from his view. She moved back up to tease him some more and turned around; she arched her back and dipped down so that he got a good view of her ass. Her tail flagged and her hips swung from side to side, her skirt fluttering with her movements and her butt cheeks looking deliciously squeezable. Sunburst wanted to reach out and grab them. He wanted to ravage her body and taste her all over, but this was a dance especially for him. He had to hold out a little bit longer.
Licking his lips, he raised his hips slightly and tugged down on his pants that were getting a little too tight. Unfortunately, as he did so, it also brushed against her ass and she stilled her movements for only a second.
“Fuck, sorry!” he blurted out.
Starlight smiled at the sensation of his hard dick rubbing against her ass, and another wave of pride washed through her body. It was the exact reaction she had wanted to pull from him. Newfound confidence drove her to be a little more seductive and sexual in her performance, and she felt herself getting wet and excited for turning him on.
Glancing over her shoulder, she coyly smiled and spoke in a low, haughty voice. “It's okay. I like it.”
Sunburst gulped.
Heat rose in his body at the look she gave him, her voice sending goosebumps crawling up his arms, and his dick ached to touch her. He wanted to feel her walls as he slid in and out of her; he wanted to hear his name as it resounded in his room, growing hoarser and hoarser the more he pounded into her. His tongue yearned to taste the salty sweat that dripped down her skin as she squirmed below him, dip between her chest, and lavish her tits for all that they were worth.
Hooking his fingers into the belt loops of her skirt, he tugged her back toward his dick and guided her hips so that her ass rubbed harder on him.
She squeaked at his action but moaned when she felt the bulge in his pants rub against her rear once again. Her eyes fluttered close as she allowed herself to be enthralled by the sensation of him being erect already after only a few minutes of her dancing. Her hands cupped over her breasts, and she molded and kneaded them. Soon she was moving her own hips against him, scooting further and further back until she was gliding her crotch over his dick.
Another moan—much louder than the one before—broke through her throat at the same time as he grunted behind her. She wiggled herself harder on his bulge, continuously playing with her tits and stimulating herself. Her core ached to feel him inside her as he fucked her brains out; her body yearned for his hands to roam around her flesh, to squeeze and tease her nipples while his mouth placed white-hot kisses on her back. She was horny and desperate for him and wanted all of him.
Sunburst couldn't take it any longer, he wrapped his arms around her waist and dug his nails into her stomach as she rubbed her crotch over his dick. His hips left the chair slightly to hump into her while his hands trailed up her body covered in black leather and back down. Her skin was warm and hot beneath his touch, but he still craved more.
“Take your skirt off,” he commanded in a low growl.
“What?”
“Take your skirt off…please?”
Starlight blinked at him, a little shocked at his request, but nodded and moved away. He groaned out a bit in displeasure, but she reassured him with a flick of her tail, running the tip from his belly button to his chin. She stood up, undid the red belt that held the skirt, pulled the little zipper down from her side, and let it drop to the floor before she kicked it away with her boots. She froze for a moment when she remembered that she wasn't wearing her normal panties; she was wearing a thong, a black silky thing that looked more like it was made out of string than fabric. Ignoring the embarrassment at her attempt at being a little too sexy for the stallion, she composed herself and turned around. She smiled and cocked her hips to the side with a confidence she didn’t feel and relaxed when he let out a puff of air.
“Fuck me,” he groaned. “Is it my birthday or something?”
“You like them?” she asked a little tentatively.
“Really? You're gonna ask me if I like them?” He smiled. “Starlight, I like you when you're sitting on my bed with nothing but my shirt on. Shit, I get a boner when you're covered up! And yet you're honestly gonna ask if I like you wearing just a thong?”
“I'll take that as a yes, then,” she giggled.
His grin grew wider as she walked back over toward him. He placed his hands on her hips and whirled her around so that her ass was facing him once again. Guiding her back toward his dick, he helped move her over his bulge until she found her own rhythm. He sat back and enjoyed the view of her tight ass as it wiggled in front of him, the black thong peeking out between her cheeks and tail. His hands brushed along the edge of her butt, marked the curves of her cutie mark, and rubbed down her back.
She was hot as sin moving against him like that, and he really wanted to fuck her.
But he also wanted to enjoy the show.
Starlight rubbed herself more enthusiastically against his hard cock, the friction feeling more intense than before thanks to the sheerness of her thong. She could feel her arousal wetting the front of his pants, but stars above did she felt too good to care. It wasn't like having his cock inside her, but it was pretty damn close. The hardness of his concealed erection rubbed against her clit as she slowly circled around him, and her moans became breathier and quieter as she continued.
Her body felt like it was on fire; her desire for him increased with each passing second.
He raised his hips up, circled them around slightly as she moved against him before falling back down onto the chair. A moan broke through her as he groaned out his own pleasure. His hands snuck up her stomach and, after some fiddling, managed to undo the straps that held her jacket in place. He cupped her breasts, kneading and molding them to his liking. Using two fingers, he tweaked her nipples, gently tugged them, and rubbed them soothingly to relieve the slight pain.
The music had changed to something sultrier a long time ago, and her mewls and hip rolling were perfectly timed with it. Sunburst marveled at how well she had improved with her rhythm. He leaned forward to kiss her back softly, and whisper his pride against her skin.
They continued their movements until the third song ended. Sunburst figured that was enough dancing for one night—if this was even considered a lap dance, really. Gripping her hips, he pushed himself off the couch and turned them around. Starlight squeaked at the sudden movement but didn't protest as she climbed on top of the couch. She removed her jacket and thong without him asking, leaving her in just her boots and fingerless gloves, and flopped down on her back while he removed his own clothing.
After tugging off his shirt and tossing it to the side, he stared down at her and licked his lips at the moisture that coated her opening. She was hot and ready for him to take her, her skin glowing beneath the dim lighting of his study, but he didn't want her like this. Her ass had looked extremely beautiful when she was rubbing it on his erection earlier, and he found himself wanting to see more of it.
“Turn over,” he said.
She cocked her head to the side. “Huh?”
“I don't want to do it like this.” At her continued confused look, he grinned. “I want to do it doggy style.”
Her eyes bulged at his bluntness. “Sunburst!”
“What? What else am I supposed to call it?”
“You don't have to be so vulgar!”
“Fine, I want to take you from behind. Is that better?”
“No,” she muttered. A light blush dusted her cheeks. “I guess you can call it doggy style.”
“Starlight, there's seriously no other word for it, trust me, I looked it up.”
“But I don't like that position!” She scowled. “Whatever you call it, I'm not a big fan of that position! It makes me feel inferior to you or something.”
He chewed on the inside of his cheek, feeling a little defeated by her words. But he respected her and was a gentlecolt; if she wasn't comfortable with it, then neither was he.
“Alright. If you don't want to, then we don't have to. We can do it missionary.”
She smiled. “It's not like you won't see my ass any other time. You can look at it anytime you want.”
Sunburst laughed and shook his head, but didn't say anything in response. Instead, he crawled on top of the couch and hovered above her. Threading his fingers through her hair, he leaned down and kissed her gently. His tongue flicked out to slip through her lips, caressing and circling around hers before receding back out. She moaned against his mouth when he went in for a second time, drawing out another moan from her as he pulled back out again.
Her hands twined into his soft, orange hair, tugging on the strands as she pressed her lips harder against his and drew out more passion from their kissing. She squirmed on the couch below him and raised her hips slightly to get more comfortable. Fire scorched her skin, little tingles flew down her spine, and her core ached for him. Her mind was fuzzy and cloudy—all thoughts filled with him and only of him.
He broke away from the kiss, his breath warming her, and she felt his smile as he kissed her again.
“I love you,” he whispered.
“I love you, too.”
“You looked so hot dancing for me. Should do that more often.”
She smiled and laughed. “You're such a perv.”
“Wouldn't be if I didn't have such a hot girlfriend.”
“You're prejudiced.”
“I know what I like, there's a difference.” He kissed her softly again. “And I like you, so if that makes me biased, so be it.”
Sunburst didn't give her a chance to respond as he asked. “Do we need some lube?”
“No. I think I'm good from rubbing myself on you earlier,” she said with a little grin.
Sunburst gave her a toothy smirk as he hovered over her and glided his dick over the seam of her pussy. “I'm not surprised. You were really going at it.”
“That's because I was really—Aah!” She moaned as he slowly entered her.
Her head pressed back on the seat cushion, and her back arched off the couch. She felt her walls part as his length filled her, the ache in her core being relieved by the feeling of his dick within her. She raised her legs and hooked them behind his hips, drawing him closer as her hands gripped the edge of the couch. His body pressed down flat on top of hers, his arms holding up most of his weight, and waited a few seconds for her to become accustomed to his member inside her before sliding back out and then back in.
The heat of his body was welcoming on her skin. The flush along her chest became warmer as Sunburst moved on top of her. His hips thrust against her own, his muscles rolled on her stomach each time they met, and his chest hit hers when he came back down. She wound her arms around his back to dig her nails into his shoulder blades, legs still wrapped around his waist, the heels of her boots pressing against his ass and encouraging him to go faster.
Her nails scraping against his back and her heels digging into his ass pushed him to thrust his hips harder against her. His dick slid in and out of her, pausing for a brief moment to press his lower abdomen against her clit and bring her closer to her orgasm. His cock throbbed within her, pulsing as it begged for release. He felt warm liquid dripping out from the tip of him, but he restrained himself from coming as he continued to pound into her. She needed to find pleasure first, not him. That was how he had always done things.
He buried his face in the crook of her neck as she mewled out her pleasure and cried out his name. He gently sunk his teeth into her shoulder and cradled her head in his arms as he thrust harder and harder into her. Warmth spread across his lower abdomen as he grew closer and closer to his orgasm, and her voice grew hoarser as their actions continued. Her nails scraped harder against his back, breaking flesh as they left marks on his skin, and her thighs tightened around his waist.
Her orgasm hit her hard and shook her entire body as she shuddered and squirmed against him. Starlight's walls gripped his cock as wave after wave of pleasure rocked through her body. His name was a feeble, drawn-out cry as it left her mouth. Relief washed over as she came down from her high, her body sore and spent, her core weak. His thrust slowed as he tried to reach his own release, and she helped him out by kissing below his ear.
“Come for me,” she whispered.
A chill ran down his spine at her words, his dick twitched as it flared, and with one final thrust, he came inside her. Relief and satisfaction washed over his body as he groaned out against her skin, crying out her name and digging his head into the couch below him. She rubbed her hands soothingly down his back, cooing her praise for his actions in his ear as he came down from his high. The draftiness of the office cooled his heated back as he rested for a while and waited for his orgasm to subside.
Once it did, he scooched backward and laid on top of her, his head pillowed by her generous breasts. His left arm dangled from the edge of the couch and his legs were tangled with hers, his chest heaving up and down, begging silently for the heat of his body to subside. He felt dirty, but it was a good kind of dirty. Sweat dripped down his face and all over him, but he didn't much mind. It had all been for a good cause.
Starlight looked down at the stallion resting on her breasts and smiled. She was relieved and satisfied—no longer horny as she had been originally—and she laid there for a while basking in the afterglow. She couldn’t move with his weight pinning her down, but she didn’t mind it, it was comforting to feel his breath on her skin and his heart beating against hers. Their hard breathing evened out into soft, calming breaths as they both fell from their high together, and Starlight found the whole situation peaceful.
The sex was great, but being able to lay like this with the stallion she loved was the cherry on top of a spectacular sundae.
“You good?” he asked, lightly tapping her bare thighs.
“Yeah. You?”
“Fantastic.” He rolled back over and gently kissed her cheek. “Thanks for coming over. You make one hot punk rocker.”
“Thank you.”
“I'll be back. I really gotta pee.” Sunburst slid off the couch and walked toward the bathroom, unconcerned with his nudity, Starlight had seen it all by now.
“Way to ruin the mood!” Starlight yelled after him.
“Shut up! You got to go too, and you know it!”
“But I don't announce it to you.”
Sunburst opened the door and glared at her. “Really?”
“…Not all the time,” she mumbled. “Now hurry up! I need to go after you're done.”
After they cleaned the sweat and stickiness from their bodies and used the restroom, Sunburst and Starlight laid back on the bed in sleep clothes and nestled in together. Their legs were tangled together as they pressed their bodies close to each other’s; their kisses were soft and lingered a little as they grew steadily tired as the night wore on.
Sunburst whispered his love and affection against her lips while Starlight hummed her appreciation before sleep finally took them both.
Author's Note
Yeah, just a little PWP. I've seen a lot of punk rocker Starlight pictures floating around and I've always wanted to see how Sunburst would react to the getup. So I wrote my own scenario. Nothing much to say, hoped you enjoyed it.
