It was a particularly hot summer’s day, the kind that was dry and breathless and no fun to play in, and Wind Sprint was eating ice cream.
Ice cream was perfect for these sorts of days when it was too hot to play but too boring to stay inside. She lifted another scoop of her Deluxe Double Chocolate Fudge Sundae Surprise to her lips and ate it eagerly. She licked her lips, getting some of the fudge that had dribbled there, and breathed a relaxed sigh. That hit the spot.
All around her, ponies were sitting around other tables with ice creams and desserts of their own, sharing the outdoor patio of the local Confectionery and Ice Cream Parlour. She smiled to herself, knowing few others were as lucky as her to get the DDCFSS, as it was by far the most expensive dessert on the menu. Three Scoops of Double Chocolate Ice Cream, chocolate chips, little pieces of chocolate bar, all doused in hot fudge and served piled high. It was a sight to behold and it was all hers. She took another scoop and sighed with happiness.
Sitting at her table across from her, a stallion fidgeted.
“You got something on your--” He reached for a napkin, as if to wipe it off for her, but Wind Sprint’s disarming glare made him think better of it. She licked her lips clean.
“Did I get it?” She reached for another spoonful. The stallion nodded and went back to fidgeting.
“Yeah. You almost done? I want to get out of here.”
This earned him another glare, as Wind Sprint slowly and deliberately moved the next spoonful to her mouth.
“Nope, and I’ll take as long as I’d like.” She replied snidely.
He looked like he wanted to say something in response but thought better of it. He returned to squirming in his seat and casting her glances every now and then. Occasionally, such a glance would linger and she’d look away, embarrassed.
She couldn’t remember his name. Surely he’d told it to her, but she couldn’t recall what it was. A fruit perhaps? His cutie mark eluded to this, a pear cut in half. She shook her head and decided she didn’t care. It wouldn’t matter in a few hours anyway.
She’d been through another few scoops by now and was making good headway through the treat. A waitress walked by, and when she was out of sight, the stallion leaned over.
“I just...I just can’t wait, y’know?”
Wind Sprint rolled her eyes, shoved another spoonful in her mouth, and avoided his eye contact.
“I know.” She mumbled.
“Y’know, to take you home and…” He glanced around. “And fuck you.”
Wind Sprint flicked her tail, unable to hide the small tinge of blush on her cheeks, but her demeanor stayed the same; one of cold indifference. She ate another spoonful of ice cream.
“I know.” She said simply.
“I really want to know what your rump feels like in my hooves.” He was breathing heavily now, leaning over the table, farther than he should. She cautioned a glance and he had a crazed look in his eye. She’d seen it before; they always had that look.
“Yep.” She retorted.
“Every minute longer you take here, the longer I’m going to be inside you.” He exhaled through his nostrils with a snort.
“Guess so.” She kept looking away, finding something interesting on the street to look at as she quickly shoved spoonful after spoonful of dessert into her mouth before this stallion did something drastic.
He was getting impatient, and Wind Sprint was full anyway. Only a third of it remained and she pushed it away.
“I’m done.” She said, looking at him again. His eyes lit up in excitement, but by the time he’d realized, she was already out of her chair and heading for the door. He hurried after her, out and into the street.
His house hadn’t been far, and that was a good thing because Wind Sprint wasn’t sure how much more of the awkward silence and staring at her butt she could take from him. He unlocked the door and stood aside, her trotting in first. She was standing in the middle of the living room when he came in after her. She heard the door shut, and the click of a lock.
“Now then.” His voice grumbled. She looked over, and for the first time noticed his erection bobbing between his legs. He was an average sized stallion. Thank Celestia for that.
“I know how this works.” She looked around. “The couch? Somewhere upstairs? Maybe--” He was already on her before she could finish her sentence, pressing her into the sofa on her back. His hooves wandered her body, squeezing her rump, prying her hind legs apart. She laid back obediently, opening her legs and exposing her fillyhood, a little moisture collecting there. She’d swear it was sweat from the heat of the day, but that was a lie--she was still here of her own volition, after all.
“Just like I imagined.” He breathed lustfully, shoving his face between her legs and lapping his short, rough tongue all over her private place.
“Are you going to rut me, or just lick my butt?” She teased, squirming and giving the odd squeak.
“Oh, I’m going to rut you good for making me wait like that.” He stood on his hinds on the floor in front of the couch and exposed his erect stallionhood, humping his hips to poke her in the face. “Suck it.”
Disgruntled, she shot him another glare as she sat up and wrapped her hooves around his package. She stroked him a couple times, leaned forward and licked the tip. After teasing him for a few moments she knew she couldn’t get away with that for much longer, so she opened her mouth and took it into her muzzle. She was immediately met with the smell of musky stallion and his salty precum. He pressed forward into the back of her throat and she was forced to take it while he gripped her head. He forced her to bob her head a few times, pushing back and forth. She didn’t resist, instead going along with it.
He pulled back, forcing her muzzle to pop free while she gasped for air. Precum dripped from his tip and he was covered in saliva. He gave her a moment to catch her breath before giving her a pat on the bottom.
“C’mon, I’ve been waiting for this part. Show me your rump. I’m going to fuck you like a proper mare.” He flashed a creepy grin. She rolled onto her back, legs apart, and peered down herself just as his member lined itself up. Gripping one of her hind hooves he pushed forth, prodding into her entrance and stretching her wide.
Wind Sprint grimaced and screwed up her face in concentration as he penetrated her flower. She was at his mercy now and he knew it. She grunted just as he popped inside and her senses were overwhelmed by sudden fullness and stretching. She took a deep breath, just as he pulled back and plunged inside.
He found a gradual pace, and quickly, of rutting her, plugging her foal hole again and again. He gritted his teeth, bent over her so that she could smell more of his potent stallion musk, and gripped her leg harder.
“Buck...that’s tight.” He groaned, giving his next thrust an extra amount of oomph and pushing deeper. His balls met her bottom with a soft slap.
Grinning, he reared back and did it again. Slow at first, he made deep, earth-shattering thrusts that made a wet squelching noise each time he bottomed out. She felt him inside her, felt that heat down to her core, stretching her tummy and poking out just enough to be visible. Her tongue hung from her open maw as she struggled to form coherent thoughts.
“Sexy little filly, teasing me like that.” He reared back and slammed into her. Plap.
“Thought you could get away with teasing a real stallion.” Plap.
“What would your Mommy think if she saw you out here right now, under a stranger, getting mounted?” Plap plap plap.
Wind Sprint groaned and arched her back. The heat in her core was rising. She was close. The stallion didn’t let up, the sounds of his thrusts grew louder and more frequent as he shook the couch each time he thrusted into her. She felt him start to flare, his thrusts become erratic.
“Nnf...Ung. N-not inside.” She writhed around, hips humping back into him as her eyes rolled back. “Not inside!” She started to orgasm, hitting her peak as her clit throbbed and rubbed against his thrusting stallionhood.
“Huff...Huff. Grrrr!” He growled loudly as his balls churned and his cock flared. He gave one final, quivering thrust and yanked himself out. All at once his seed spilled forth and coated her in thick, hot, musky stallion spunk, covering her pussy, her belly, her face and her mine. Spurt after spurt erupted out, some of it dribbling onto the floor below, until it tapered off and was gone.
Wind Sprint laid back in a heap of spent filly as the stallion fell onto his rump. Both stayed silent for a moment as they caught their collective breaths and heads cleared of hormones.
“Shit.” He said. “I was really rough. Are you okay?”
Wind Sprint lifted her head, a rather dazed, but satisfied, expression on her face.
“Can I use your shower?”
