Their first date goes swimmingly.
Literally, Ocellus thinks as she giggles, this date is going swimmingly. She watches as Sandbar pops his head out of the water and shakes the water out of his mane, then grins at him as he swims, then walks, up to and out of the shoreline. This beach trip was a perfect first date.
Sandbar smiles at her with warmth in his eyes, and Ocellus watches as he, too distracted staring at her to watch where he’s going, trips and falls onto her towel. His head lands heavily on her stomach, forcing a choked sound and long coughing fit out of her.
She recovers quickly, grinning and giggling through her coughs, but quickly stops laughing when she sees the horrified expression on Sandbar’s face.
It continues this way for their next several dates - anytime she so much as flinches he really ya like she’s been mauled by an Ursa Major, and rushes all around trying to help her. Ocellus is perplexed by this behavior, unsure if it’s her lack of understanding of pony Romance, or if Sandbar is just strange.
When their first time rolls around, she decides it’s definitely the latter.
The candlelit dinner he treated her to went well - the cuddles during the movie were normal, uneventful, and relaxing. The making out is exciting, and new, and Ocellus wants more, more, more. She climbs up off of the couch and stands before him, eyes hooded and tail flagging behind her. “I love you, Sandbar.” She starts, and he smiles at her with heart-filled eyes. He starts to reply, but she cuts him off before he can go any further. “But I really want to get more intimate with you. Will you…will you fuck me? Sandbar?” Ocellus says, squeaking a little at the end. Before she can chicken out - or see more of his response besides the widening of his eyes - she turns around and bends her front knees, flagging her tail up in his face.
Ocellus hears him take a deep breath, smelling her - she knows she doesn’t have pony pheromones meant to force his body to react, but with a quick glance between her legs, she can tell he’s not having any trouble reacting to her display.
Despite the rising interest she can spy, he quickly jumps up and physically pushes her tail back down. Ocellus’ eyes widen, and she stays in her hunched position for a moment, frozen in place. During this time Sandbar walks around in front of her, and pulls her head up to look her in the eyes.
He looks serious, and scared, and upset. Ocellus feels all of those things as well.
“Listen to me, Ocellus. I love you. Don’t say those things to me cause you think you have to.” Sandbar says. “I don’t know what you heard ponies back in school say but this can be serious, we can take it slow. I want you to be comfortable with me.”
Ocellus’ brain alternated between moving very quickly and being completely frozen in place. The gears in her mind keep jamming. She feels a lot of things.
Mostly, she feels mad.
For once in her life she is entirely incapable of thinking logically - so she acts on feeling. And headbutts him square in the forehead with all of her might.
Her chitin, however, is a weak defense against his sturdy earth pony skull. The resounding crack is loud, and the slight flinch Sandbar makes seems more of fear and surprise than it is of pain. Ocellus’ ahead erupts with it, however, and she reels back with a broken gasp. “Fuck!” She yells out loud, startling her coltfriend even further.
She regains her footing quickly, before he can break out of his shock. “What is wrong with you, Sandbar?” Ocellus yells, squinting at him through her headache. “I asked, even begged you to FUCK me! Why do you always treat me like I’m fragile? Am I porcelain you you? Am I a doll?” She snaps, bearing her fangs without thinking. Sandbar recoils back, slinking backwards until he’s pressed against the wall, Ocellus right in front of him the whole way, matching his pace. His ears are pressed back, his nostrils flared.
’Acting like Prey,’ The deeper part of Ocellus’ braking supplies, but she shakes her head. Despite the dangerous thoughts, she doesn’t it let her anger go. She feels like she needs it. She stomps, and huffs, and waits.
The waiting is an excruciating experience for both of them, until Sandbar remembers his voice. “I, uhh, I…I just don’t want to hurt you, sweetie.” He says after a long, heavy pause. His voice is small, and quivers as he speaks.
Ocellus pulls in a deep breath, raising ken hoof to stomp it on the ground - then stops, and sighs. “Sandbar…” she whispers, nudging his cheek up until he looks her in the eyes. “I want you too. I don’t like being treated like I’m breakable. I like getting roughed around in the bedroom.”
Sandbar’s ears raise back up, and his head cocks to the side. Ocellus interiors him before he can ask the question on his mind, however. “Yes. I’m…sorry if this ruins it for you. This won’t be my first time. Or, uh, even my fifth.” She hangs her head, flushing, her ears falling back and twitching nervously.
“Who…um. Can I ask, who…was it? The first time? Can you tell me about it?” Sandbar asks, still quiet, as he slides closer to Ocellus. He sits right next to her, pressing his shoulder to hers.
Ocellus nods, blushing more.
“It was, uhh, a dragon. I don’t know his name. I was pretending to be a dragon myself, late evening behind school. He grabbed me by the arm really roughly and asked if I wanted to, uh, ‘Have a Good Time’. Before then I didn’t. But I liked the way he grabbed me, so…I nodded. He dragged me out into the bushes and we, y’know.” Ocellus covers her eyes with her forehooves. “Im not gonna go to into it but I had bruises for a week, and…teethmarks. I liked it that way.” Embarrassed as she is, Ocellus still rubs her thighs together, feeling hot again remembering the rough treatment she used to get.
She looks over to Sandbar and sees…well, concern, but less of it than she was expecting. And she also sees his cock sticking up between his legs again.
Maybe this date, too, can go…swimmingly.
Ocellus decides to risk it, and shifts so that she’s facing Sandbar. “Will you, uh, please, treat me like a b-bad filly?” She asks, staring him in the eyes and reaching a hoof out to trace it lightly up the vein on his underside. He moans low, his eyes sliding half closed. After a moment of thought, he nods, and quickly grabs her head with both hooves.
Sandbar kisses her, and she smiles. It’s a rough kiss, rougher than he’s ever been before. “I’m gonna…fuck your face, Ocellus. I’m not gonna let you up until you…until you make me cum, you hear that?” He says, in his best attempt to sound dominant.
Ocellus grins and giggles, leaning her head into one of his hooves. “Yes, sir.” She says, her voice love-drunk.she doesn’t get the chance to say anything else, as Sandbar acts as quick as lightning before his courage wears off - and shoves her down his cock until her nose is pressed against his fur. She gags, but holds herself firm against him when she feels him yank his hooves away. They return after a moment - she tries to look at his face, but she can’t see through the tears clouding her eyes.
Ocellus feels one hoof rest on the back of her head, and the other on her horn, and feels him peel her up off his cock and then force her back down. He does this several times, causing drool to leak down her neck and all over his thighs. He thrusts his hips and pulls her inwards, whimpering as she gags and convulses around his cock.
Ocellus finds herself struggling to breath, his jack-hammer like thrusts and wide, flat head keeping her airway near-constantly plugged. Ragged, snorting breaths break free from her in the rare moments she can snag a breath, and drool bubbles out her nose as she does so.
As her brain starts to get fuzzy and the she begins to forget anything except the rhythm of his thrusts, suddenly her head is yanked backwards off of his cock, and her busy shoved backwards into the floor. Ocellus lands in her back, legs spread, and glances up at her loved just in time to see him start to cum, thick white ropes streaking out to paint her chest and stomach.
It rolls quickly over her chitin and Squishy, soft stomach lining, flowing downwards with gravity wherever it can - causing quite a bit of it to slide down and over her thick, swollen lips. She winks hard, her bright pink insides begging to be touched.
Ocellus is too distracted gasping for air to pay attention to how hot her pussy is, though. The sweet feeling of Air in her lungs is so all consuming, in fact, that she doesn’t even notice that she’s being flipped over and pulled up onto her hooves until she’s suddenly bearing all of her one weight on thin, wobbly knees. And then all of somepony else’s weight, too.
Sandbar quickly climbs up and mounts her, gripping her tiny waist tight with his forelegs. He yanks back on her violently, and just as her brain starts to feel capable of thought again, suddenly she’s being speared open by his cock. “Gghh!” She gasps, the breath forced out of her with every bottomed-out thrust he makes.
“Your such…a bad…filly! Ocellus! Getting me all…hhh…hard again…” Sandbar says through panting breaths and deep moans, his breath hot on Ocellus’ neck. He presses in deep and stills for a moment, forcing her to feel as his head - just beginning to flare again - twitches against her inner egg-flap. Ocellus pants, still desperate for the feeling of having enough air, then squeals and sandbar bites down on her ear, hard.
“Yes sir! I’m sorry sir!” She shouts, feeling her excitement drop down her thighs. He begins thrusting again, harder, and yanks her head back by her ear. She moans and clenches around him, squealing in an almost pig-like manner as she starts to cum around his cock.
He lets go of her ear, gasping and moaning as the feeling of her spasming sends him over the edge. Her head snaps forward and hangs between her front legs, shaking and moaning as she feels him flare fully, spreading her insides like nothing else has.
They sit like that for a moment, each shaking through the aftershocks of their orgasm, until Sandbar finally backs up. His dick slowly slides out of her, the flare dragging along every over-sensitive part of her, causing her to spasm again and leak his cum out in several thick trails down her thighs.
Her legs give out, and Ocellus collapses down onto her side. She’s panting, her vision hazy, but she still notices the warmth that settles in right behind her. Sandbar late just agains her and rests his head next to hers, nuzzling her cheek softly. “I-I hope I did okay.” He says, abashed, smiling softly.
“Okay? You did amazing sweetheart.” Ocellus says, smiling right back and playfully nipping at his ear.
“And so did you.” Sandbar says, kissing the small crack in the chitin on her forehead. “You where so good, you did a very good job.” He wraps his forelegs around her tightly, holding her close.
“You took it so well in fact, I’ll have to get a little meaner next time.”
Ocellus grins, her tail shaking with excitement, and reaches out with her magic to turn their movie back on.
Author's Note
I’m sorry man this isn’t my best T-T inspiration for how to get the two of them to fucking was fleeting haha. Hope you enjoy though!!!
Also, TMI authors note time : While I have not choked on cock before, I HAVE been manually choked to the point of unconsciousness several times, so if you think Ocellus’ reaction of “air is my god now” is too much, I’m gonna have to have you take that up with my lawyers.
