Your Little Mailmare

ThePhantomAssassin here. With a little message. I wrote this story for a friend of mine who thinks Ditzy is best pony. His user name on this little website of badassness is J0HNS0N. He is my BBBFF (Bestest Best Brony Friend Forever). We do all sorts of shit together. Play World of Tanks. (As I write this, it's downloading the 8.0 Physics update. So fucking excited!) and Company of Heros: Tales of Valor with the BlitzKrieg mod. He's bought me stuff in World of Tanks (It's an MMO that you can spend real money to get cool shit.) and bought me CoH. I don't have a job and I'm attending collage so funds to really pay him back, I have none. I got the idea into my head to write a story for him when I found out I missed his birthday. (I still feel bad about that)

This is for you buddy. I hope you enjoy it. You are awesome, and you should feel awesome. While I may not ever be able to pay you back for the things you've done for me, it's my intention to start with this. Words will never exist that could allow me to fully convey what I think of our friendship. (Not trying to sound gay here o.o) Everything is more fun with you around, and without hardly trying you can make me laugh like Pinkie, and your as generous as Rarity. I never would have met you were it not for the show we all have come to enjoy, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic. Thanks to this I do believe I've found the one friend on this forsaken planet that I don't think I could stand losing. I suppose it's true what they say. Friendship truly is magic.

^ Manly Tear

You work at the Mail Express in Ponyville, and have been for about a year now. You were a fairly large earth pony, with dark blue hair, the kind of blue that you see just before the sun rises, but after midnight. Dark, but not exactly midnight blue. Your eyes were deep dark brown. Your coat was a very light brown, almost white but with a tint of brown on it. Your cutiemark was a box inside of a cart. You were above the average height of a stallion, but you didn’t let it go to your head. It was always humbling to see somepony taller then you.

Your physique was where the few and far between couldn’t quite match up. Since you pulled the heavy boxes from the train station to the Mail Express, and the bulk of the letters, and later delivered these boxes that the pegasai couldn’t carry. You found yourself with quite the muscle tone. The pegasai could only carry so much weight after all. One thing you liked about working with only one other employee was the fact that you two got to spend a large amount of time together. Alone mostly. Because of this, you got to know her fairly well.

As anypony could expect, considering all the time you spent together, you came to love the gray mare. Her lovely blonde mane that flowed like the sunlight while she was flying. Those gorgeous eyes of her the glowed like candles and kept your attention like a flicking flame. Her smile that could convey many emotions and could speak volumes without uttering a word. That laugh of hers that always warmed your spirits. If you had to pick a flaw of hers that you couldn’t find something heartwarming or cute about her to save your life, then the hangmares noose would have some work to do.

The problem was; she didn’t see how you felt about her. You weren’t blunt about it, but when you didn’t respond to something because you were lost in her eyes with a dopy grin on, she just thought you were thinking about muffins. Well, you would certainly love to eat her ‘muffin’ alright. You were a stallion, can’t be blamed for those thoughts. Those thoughts however, were yours to expand upon in the privacy of your home. You also weren’t exactly subtle about your feelings either.

Enough of that though. You were at your desk thinking of a way to get her to notice how you felt when she walked in. Her bags were full of outgoing mail. “Hi there Jojo!” Jojo. That was Ditzy’s nickname for you. Your real name was different, but she just started calling you Jojo, and it just stuck. You didn’t mind though, she can call you whatever she wants.

“Hi Dizty! How’s your route going so far?”

“It’s doing great! I didn’t crash into anypony so far! There is also a lot of outgoing mail this time. I’m going to be busy today!”

“Well, better busy then bored right? Not many ponies have come in to have a package delivered.” Another reason you handle packages instead of Ditzy, is that boxes, are square. Squares aren’t really aerodynamic. It was easier this way. Besides, anything you could do to help Ditzy out was good, and made you feel good.

“Yeah, you’re right! You are so smart Jojo! I wish I was as smart as you, I’m such a klutz, always running into things…” Her ears tilted back, and she looked really forlorn… Depressed even. You wished there was something you could do to comfort her, something- ‘What’s that warm feeling? Oh, I’m hugging her.’ It took you a few moments for that to really sink in. When it did, you freaked the hell (Tartarus?) out.

‘OhmyCelestiaI’mhuggingDitzywhyamIdoingthingIshouldreallystop!?’ After taking several slow breaths, you calmed down. Ditzy was just as shocked as you were it would seem, as she hasn’t moved an inch since you embraced her. You figured if she hasn’t pulled away yet, she probably won’t, so more boldness was required.

You reached up with your hoof and started rubbing her head gently. “You aren’t stupid. Don’t think you are for even a second. You are a very smart mare. Don’t forget about Dinky either. You are an excellent mare, and an even better mother. Don’t let your clumsiness get to you either. There are lots of ponies who are clumsy just like you.” Ditzy, as you later found out after joining the “work force” was a single mom. You didn’t have any idea, but asked about her on a fairly regular basis. You’ve only met her a few times yourself, but she seemed like a very smart filly.

“You are easily the strongest, most beautiful, and passionate mare I’ve ever had the pleasure to meet. You have a wonderful personality. Don’t sell yourself short, no matter what anypony says.”

“You really think I’m beautiful?” She asked as she leaned into your chest.

You put on a poker face she thankfully couldn’t see. ‘The fuck did I just say?’ “Err… I… Uh… What I mean to say is…” You were completely red in the face, and you now had an awful poker face on. If you were really playing poker, the pony you’d be trying to bluff out would call it and take you for all you were worth.

She pulled out and looked at your flustered reaction before giggling. “Thanks… No pony has said that to me before…” She said solemnly and leaned back into your chest

You decided to worry about this stunning turn of events later when your brain could process the date later. “What do you mean no pony has called you beautiful before? Didn’t Dinky’s father ever call you beautiful?” When you asked this, you only knew she was single, you didn’t know any details. You assumed she divorced him, or he divorced her. You even thought in a worst case scenario that something tragic happened and he passed on.

Ditzy looked up from your chest and looked around made sure no pony was nearby to overhear this. ‘What did I just get myself into…?’ You thought to yourself making a note to think before speaking more often. “When Dinky was conceived, it wasn’t… Exactly… Consensual…” Her voice barely audible, but you heard every word. You could feel moisture building on your chest. You started rubbing her back instead of her head to comfort her more and rested your head on hers. “That was a long time ago, and I don’t want to talk about it…”

“Okay… It’s okay…” You said as soothingly as you could manage while still trying to wrap your head about what you just found out. ‘She was raped? Who would do such a horrendous thing…?’ Rape, unfortunately wasn’t unheard of, and wasn’t really that rare. Incredibly uncommon, but it makes the papers when it happens, every few weeks or so. No place is truly perfect after all…

But right here, and right now come real close even with what was going on. You had the mare of your dreams in your forelegs after all. “Don’t worry about it Ditzy, I’ve got you. I’ll protect you.” She raised her limbs up and wrapped them around your torso.

“Promise?” She weakly asked

“I promise. Come on, let’s get back to work eh? I’ll load the cart up with the big bags and I’ll help you out. How’s that sound?” She pulled back a slight smile of her face.

“That sounds like a lot of fun Jojo. It will also be quicker if there’s as much outgoing mail as there was on the first run!” ‘Excellent! She’s smiling!’ You smiled inwardly, and outwardly.

You wrote quick note on a piece of paper saying that you were closed, but if you had any packages delivered, you could pay for postage on a later date and to just leave the packages inside (Ha!) you would take care of it. After gathering up the large mail bags you used to take the mail to and from the trains and lining your cart with it, you and Ditzy head out to tackle the day with good company and a renewed vigor.

Several hours of delivering and picking up mail later, you found yourself at a bar. After everything was said and done, you said you were feeling thirsty after spending so much time in the sun. So, she proposed you do something about it and grab a drink. You figured some water or something at Sugar Cube Corner, but no. She took you to a bar. You were quite shocked, but after a little while and a few beers you didn’t care.

You were having too much fun to care. Here you were, in a bar, drinking, with Ditzy! How life was good! ”So Ditzy, how Dinky doin’? She’s shuch a sweet filly. I wanna hang out with her some more ya know?” You were slurring your words and Ditzy wasn’t doing much better. Somehow she was doing better in the walking and clumsiness department. You weren’t even going to try how to fathom that in your drunken state.

“She’s doing good. Doing good in class. Doing good with her chores. Doing good with her homework. She’s doing good. Expect for the bullying problem. That’s not good.”

“Bullying? Why’d somepony wanna bully shuch a nice young mare. ‘S not cool ya know? Bullies are, like, not cool and stuph. I should, we should like, do something ya know? Send them a message and show them who the boss. Ya know what I mean?”

“I totally know what you mean! We should tee pee their houses tonight and write on their houses to leave her alone! That’d be so awesome!”

“You have pretty eyes do ya know that? I could just stare at them for infinity. Or would it be forever? I can’t really tell! Hahaha!”

Ditzy’s already red cheeks from the alcohol got redder from the complement. “Do you really mean that?”

“ ‘Course I do! They say that beer, makes you say what’s really on your mind cause you are too silly to think about not saying it. Or something like that. Your eyes are super pretty. Like a couple of little suns that don’t hurt my eyes to look at. All golden and shiny and stuff. The light up my day, that’s for sure.” You weren’t really sure what happened next. You did know it was the alcohol that provoked her action. Not that you really cared.

All that mattered was the warm, wet, tingly sensation pressed against your lips. Your eyes flew open in surprise before closing. With their closing you eased her worries by leaning into the kiss. She was really worried about how you would react because as soon as you reciprocated she relaxed and melted into your forelegs that wrapped themselves around her.

Several of what you assumed were, in fact, minutes not lifetimes later, you pulled away breathlessly. Which surprised you a bit considering it was a simple kiss. It has been said that a picture is worth a thousand words. If you could capture this moment in all its glory, it would be worth nine-thousand and one.

Many a stallion would kill to be in your position. If it wasn’t because of how you were raised, and your personal morals, you would be getting some tonight. Even as full of beer as you were you couldn’t bring yourself to take advantage of her drunken state. You wouldn’t regret anything in the morning, but she might. That’s not something you are sure your frail relationship could handle. If you could call this a relationship.

“Let’s go back to my place Jojo~” Ditzy said in a sing song voice.

“Shure thing Ditzy.” ‘Good. This way I can keep an eye on her.’

On the walk home (if you could call your drunken stumbling walking) you couldn’t help but notice how Ditzy was flying. She wasn’t wavering, it wasn’t erratic, and it didn’t look like she was worried about flying into something. She was flying in a straight line. You couldn’t wrap your booze addled mind around this obvious disregard of the laws of physics and common sense. She couldn’t fly straight sober, but here she was doing it with seven beers in her system.

Her house was in between the bar and the post office so it was as short walk. The house itself blended well with the others, it didn’t stand out had a fine garden with white flowers that you couldn’t name. It had a few weeds, but you really only had one day off, and so gardening had to wait a while before you could do any of it. Not that you had a garden or anything, like, with red roses or something. Don’t be ridiculous.

After opening the door and wiping her hooves, Ditzy motions for you to follow her in. Her living room was surprisingly well decorated. Considering you didn’t make much money delivering mail. The couch was fine, and stain free. Curtains blended well with the light grey walls. Lamps and end tables were in just the right spots. Everything blended well with everything. It looked like she had a professional decorator come in to do her house up nice.

There was a door way on the far side of the room that presumably led to the kitchen, one door on your left that you guessed was a bathroom, and a set of stairs on your right. Ditzy lead you upstairs and down a hallway to the master bedroom. On the way you passed what you knew to be a bathroom because the door was open and Dinky’s room. You knew it was her room because out of the three doors, that wasn't the bathroom and it wasn't the room she was leading you to.

Upon entering her room, she was already laying down on her bed on her back with a look of contentment. “My bed is sooo comfy. C’mere and try it for yourself…” Her tone was clearly seductive. You were hesitant to get on the bed with her, because if she started something you weren’t sure if you would be able to stop in your state of mind.

She picked up on your hesitation. “What’s the matter? Come here Jojo, I have something I need you to do for me.” You figured she meant to her instead. She decided to really give you incentive to come on over and get your freak on. She reached down, and pulled off her panties revealing her grey pussy with pink lips slightly parted, and moist with anticipation.

The thing with modern society in Equestria, is when spells became more and more complicated and diverse, and enchantments were large in number, they enchanted underwear for stallions and mares to “conceal” genitals. This was supposed to help suppress more primal urges. They came in varying colors, but when you put them on they matched the color of your coat to cover the area between your thighs, and even blended your cutiemark to have it look seamless. While wearing panties in a mares case instead of her pussy, you would only see a bump so to speak. Take them off, and they return to whatever color it was before you put them on. In this case, they were black with swirling patterns on it. Something right out of Victoria’s Secret.

Your will power was crumbling. You were frozen in place in shock. Here she was, ready to go, clearly inviting you to go down on her. Your morals were in the way. You were at war with yourself. One half of you said ‘PUSSY!’ And oh my Faust was that half putting up a strong argument. While the other said ‘She might hate you for it’. The thought of her hating you was all that was holding you back.

Meanwhile, Ditzy just rolled her eyes at your shocked expression and took matters into her own hooves. She got up off the bed, waved a hoof in front of your face. When you did nothing she giggled and went around to your rear she grabbed your own set of underwear and took them off. The sudden breeze between your thighs, and around your swelling cock, snapped you out your little war. Which, the South was winning. (If you know what I mean.)

She was gazing into your eyes. Her eyes half lidded, with a little smile on her face. She was using her expression and telling you she wanted you between her legs. She reached her forelegs up and wrapped them around your neck, and she started pulling you to the bed. Your resolve, stood up, told you to fuck off, and left. You were on your own, and the South just won your mental Civil War.

When she pulled you on top of her, she leaned up and gave you a kiss. When she pulled away, her head dropped to the bed, and she promptly passed out. “Ditzy?” No response. “Ditzy Doo?” Still nothing. “Oh thank Faust… That was to close…” You hefted Ditzy onto your back, and used your mouth to pull back the covers on her bed, and gently placed her in bed and pulled the covers over her sleeping form. You left and walked down to the bathroom down the hall and flushed your face with cold water, and took a deep breath. “Today, has been a long day.”

You head back to Ditzy’s room and take a look at her sleeping form. With a sigh, you climbed into bed with her. It wasn’t the smartest thing you could’ve done no, and there were other options. However, you were going to need to explain that nothing happened in the morning and you’d rather give the impression you were going to stick around rather than ditching her in the morning and skipping town. How you drew that conclusion in your state of mind you weren’t really sure.

The next morning you found yourself getting rudely and abruptly shoved out of bed and onto the floor followed by a shout. “Why are you in my bed?! Why are we naked!?”

“Ouch! Easy with the shouting…” You say clutching your hung over head. “My heads killing me…”

She had a few moments to calm down, so she didn’t yell next time she opened her mouth. “Sorry… But what are you doing in my bed and why are we naked?” She asked pointing to your discarded underwear across the room. “Oh my Faust… We didn’t… Did we?”

“No. We didn’t. Much to your dismay last night. You were quite pushy, and a fair amount of pully too.”

“Why didn’t you take advantage of me then…?”

“I don’t like the thought of my first time happening because of several beers. I want it to be special. I also dislike the thought of taking advantage of you, or any mare for that matter, in a drunken state like that. You deserve better than that. Much better.” You decided to ignore the fact that you inadvertently told her you were a hapless virgin.

She smiled and motioned for you to come back onto the bed. Before you climbed on, she pulled back the covers and allowed you to slide in. You were nervous of the situation, but relented. After climbing in and pulling the blankets back over yourself. Ditzy wrapped her forelegs around your neck and gave you a kiss. A deep passionate kiss that had every reason to take your breath away. “Thank you… That means more then you know… But, this mare isn’t drunk anymore…” She said as she pulled away, a string of saliva connecting the two of you for but a brief fleeting moment in time before it vanished.

She leaned in and connected you both at the lips once more. Giggling as you moaned into her mouth. The sensation was new to you. You’ve kissed a mare before, but this kiss was something else. Your lips parted and Ditzy started to head underneath the blankets. “Uh Ditzy… What are you… Doing?”

“Putting something I read in a book to some use silly.” She giggled again, only more seductively this time.

“What kind of book were you reading?!”

“What? Every mare has her needs. I wasn’t about to go out and find a stallion to take care of them. I wanted a good one to come for me. Plus, those needs didn’t take care of themselves. I had to.” The image of Ditzy “taking care” of those urges brought a raging inferno to your already warm cheeks causing Ditzy to laugh as she looked up at you before promptly disappearing beneath the sheets.

You felt her hooves running themselves along your sheath, and that combined with your badass kiss, quickly woke up your cock which started swelling quickly. Soon enough thanks to her stimulation, it was at full attention. So stiff it’d make a drill sergeant proud. “Oh wow!” Ditzy suddenly called out.

“What? Is it weird? Its small isn’t it? Oh man, I knew it was small!”

She just laughed. “No, it’s not small. In fact, it’s bigger than the average male.”

“You sure…?” You nervously asked.

“Yes, I’m quite sure. I have plenty of needs to take care of.” While she was muffled somewhat being under the blankets and all, there was no mistaking the seductiveness of her voice.

“You sure you’re sure? I don’t wanna disapo-UGH!” Your eyes crossed and mare like squeak escaped your lips as Ditzy’s closed around your member and she started sucking as she bobbed her head back and forth. She hasn’t actually done this before so she was quite inexperienced. You couldn’t tell. All you knew is that it felt amazing and your hooves couldn’t even come (hehe) close to this feeling.

Every movement of her head sent lightning bolts up your spine. You were using every fiber of your rational thinking brain (Which wasn’t that much right now) to hold back from bucking your hips for fear of hurting the mailmare. You couldn’t even be sure what you were feeling down below, your mind couldn’t process this. You just couldn’t. You were moaning and whimpering like a little filly that has stomach ache. Ditzy was just encouraged by your reactions. Though she wasn’t fully aware how hard you were holding your hips back from doing their own thing.

You couldn’t last under her oral assault for very long. The Faust like mouth of hers sent you to the edge faster than your hooves ever could even in your wildest fantasy. “Ditzy! Wait a sec! I can’t… Hold on much longer!” You gasp out between your erratic breathes and moans. You could feel her smile around your members as she took one of her hooves and added that to the stimulation.

That was all she wrote for you. She stroked your member a few times and you felt it, the sweet release of orgasm encroaching fast upon you. “I’m cumming!” You managed to get out a warning just before your cock tip flared out and you started firing blast after gooey blast of your seed right into her mouth, which was still around your throbbing stalllionhood. You started bucking your hips in time with each release of another semen salvo.

As soon as it came, it was gone. You could hear her coughing underneath the blankets. “Oh my Faust! Ditzy!” You throw back the covers and you saw her hoof was at her mouth and she was coughing. You quickly change positions to get a better look at her. Your cum was on a better portion of her face, mostly around her muzzle, and there was also a fair amount beneath her head. “Are you okay? I didn’t hurt you did I?” You voice was oozing concern and worry for her. (Pansy ass)

“I’m fine.” She coughed again. “Gimme a sec to catch my breath” A few more coughs later she resumed speaking again. “Sorry, I didn’t expect you to start thrusting like that.”

“What do you have to be sorry for? It felt so good though, I couldn’t hold back at the end there… Are you sure you are alright? I feel so bad about doing that to you…”

“Don’t worry about it. Try not to let it happen next time.”

You smiled. “Next time sounds good.”

“First though, think you could do me? I hate to ask, but I have an itch I can’t quite scratch myself…” Her voice was honey to your ears, and undeniably seductive.

You bowed slightly. “Your wish is my command.” You gave your eye brows a wiggle which made her giggle. You raised a hoof and gently pushed her onto her back. You kissed you neck and nipped at her making her coo in appreciation.

“Jojo…” She rested her hooves on your head as you sensually nipped at her neck. You weren’t very experienced, but you learned the basics from the porn mags you have between the mattresses. What? You had needs too. You kissed her chest as you headed south. Her chest proved to be quite sensitive as she started giggling. She wasn’t giggling for long, as she soon started moaning your name as you used your hoof to rub her marehood.

When you got to her stomach, you lifted your head up slightly, and licked right up between her teats. (Crotch Boobs!)This surprising action elicited a high pitched yelp from the grey mare. The particular area wasn’t used to stimulation of any kind; much less sensual stimulation, so when it is suddenly and without warning subjected to a sexual stimulation, the feelings are over whelming.

You wanted the main prize though, you were going in for the kill. She was soaked. Between the anticipation, and the various stimulation you yourself delivered upon your helpless prey. Or was she the predator, and you were but a pawn dancing to her melodious voice? You really don’t care. There was your prize, and you were going to take it.

It was a gorgeous sight to behold. Her grey lips were a darker shade of grey due to the moisture, and parted slightly ready for you to ravage her. It smelled like fresh rain, which was odd. You never expected it to smell like that. Maybe it was the pheromones it was more than likely secreting. You blow on it gently causing her to whimper and shiver. “Jojo… Stop teasing me… Please…”

You give it a tentative lick, test the waters so to speak. You were surprised to see that it tasted like blueberries. Sure she liked muffins, but what the fuck? How many blueberry muffins has she consumed to make her taste like blueberries? You keep licking around clumsily. This was the one thing that wasn’t very clear in any magazine. All you saw was a stallions muzzle buried in a mares snatch. One thing you always prided yourself on however, was that you were quick learner.

Licking around you found there were some spots that she flinched to. The area near the top was a big one, that little nub, or button that got a good reaction. The entrance was a pretty good spot to. While you were circling her pussy hole, you tongue slipped inside. She arched her back and gasped out as she clenched her thighs around your head. It was safe to assume, she liked that. A lot. Not one to disappoint, you started licking around inside her, thrusting your tongue in and out. Slurping up her love juice in a lewd fashion.

She was in heaven, and you knew it. Just how did you know? Well, you weren’t one hundred percent sure, but her squeaky moans as she called out your name while she arched her back was probably a good indication. You decided to turn your attention to that little button at the top of her slit. Button as you called it, seemed like an apt description because as soon as you hit it with your tongue she came. Hard. She let out a silent scream as her cunt exploded all over your muzzle.

You did your best to catch it all, but it was of no real effect. It was dribbling down your chin and proceeded to fall onto the sheets. She was panting fairly hard trying to catch her breath. “Oh wow…! You sure… That was your… First time doing that…?” Ditzy asked between breaths.

You only laughed. “I have my own needs to muffin.” You winked up at her from between her thighs.

“Come up here and gimme a kiss.” She grabbed onto your head and guided you to her lips. The kiss was different this time. More passionate. Instead of a simple connection at the lips, it went deeper than that. Emotionally, and physically. You felt her every heart beat, her every breath, her every movement. When her tongue asked entrance into your mouth, you happily obliged. You even went as far as to send a welcoming committee in the form of your own tongue.

You were both new at this tongue tango you were dancing. Both of you were fumbling around the other, stepping on each other’s preverbal hooves. Practice will come with all due time. For now, the clumsiness was endearing.

After what you guessed to be a couple of minutes later, she pulled back. That clichéd string of drool wasn’t there this time. “Jojo, I’m ready. Just… Be gentle, okay?” Her ears were pinned back, and she sounded nervous, scared even.

You leaned down and nuzzled her neck in effort to comfort her. “Don’t worry, I’ll be gentle. I’m not going to hurt you, because I’m not like other stallions. I’m here to stay my little mailmare…” This seemed to help as her ears stopped trying to figure out what her brain sounds like.

Your stallionhood was ready to go, she was ready to go. You gently pressed the tip of your cock against her pussy and she inhaled sharply. “Do it Jojo…” You nodded and brought your head up to look her in the eyes. She nodded, and you pressed on. Both of you gasped as the tip slid inside the wet folds of her slippery slit. You kept advancing slowly the both of you moaning, and gasping at the pleasurable sensations.

When your hips made contact with hers, you let out a sigh. “I’m all in.”

She nods. “I can tell… I feel so full, so warm inside… Can you make me feel fuller? Please? I need it…”

“I will. I will make all your dreams come true, I promise.”

“I love you Jojo…”

You smiled down at her and pecked her on the lips before saying, “I love you to Ditzy. I always have. My dreams have come true today, so it’s only fair I makes yours come true too.” Nothing else was said, nothing else needed to be said. You pulled back, and the real fun began.

You started off at a moderate pace rocking your hips back and forth, enjoying the rippling sensations of being inside her. When you pulled back, it felt like she was trying to pull you back in. She was so warm inside as well, all these new sensations you could hardly comprehend. She was tight, yet slippery, hot but not overly so.

Ditzy was moaning in time with your thrusts, and border line whining when you pulled back. Like a high(ish) pitched exhale, or sigh. It turned you on ever further and was downright adorable. You just loved this mare so much. Anything and everything of yours is hers. The feeling had to be mutual since she’s doing this with you. Rape isn’t exactly something you would just get over. Some mares lose all trust in stallions and lose the ability to function is society as a normal member. Sad really, you just can’t fathom what the fuck kind of pony could do such a thing. Personally, you blamed the parents and the environment they were raised in.

Everytime you pulled out, you wanted to thrust back in with everything you had, you took your time though on the simple thought you wanted this to last. You were doing this like it was your last time. Which, it might. You doubted it highly, but every day you live, you face one-thousand ways to die. You didn’t like the chill you felt on your member when you pulled out either, as you were withdrawing from the warmth.

“Jojo…” Ditzy moaned out your name between breaths. “I need more… Harder… Faster…”

“Are you sure?”

“I’m begging you… More!” She squeaked out the word “more”, because you figured she was going to say it again, and you thrusted into her with some force. It caught her off guard, and you just smirked at her.

“Your wish is my command.” You picked up the pace a little, but you started putting some force into your movements. Pulling carts all the time kept you fit and strong, so you had some force to put into it.

“Oh yes! Fuck me!” Okay, now that surprised you. This, was the first time you have ever heard her swear before. You swore when you first started, but after a few months and not hearing her swear and seeing her cringe every time you did, you stopped. You didn’t like making her cringe like that. At the time, you weren’t sure why, but you didn’t really mind. Now that you were thinking on it, you can’t believe you missed your obvious infatuation with her.

You weren’t about to disappoint her. You further increased your pace, and you kept using the same amount of force. Well, sameish. Couldn’t really judge how hard you were pounding it into her while keeping up a fairly quick pace. Your every movement made lewd squelching noises.

Her moans were reaching a crescendo, getting louder as she was getting closer. You abandoned your ideas about “pace” and “keeping your hips in check” and just went at it. When you thrust into her, your hips made a slapping noise like you were spanking her. The profane noises you both were making as you were screwing her silly was echoing around the room. Her screams were muffled only by the pillows she had over her mouth. You were glad somepony was concerned about others hearing.

“I’m almost there! Just a little more!” Ditzy cried as she was on the peak on this sexual exploration.

“I don’t think I can hold on!” You were right there on the edge, and looking at the metaphorical trees, the gust of wind that was going to push you over the edge was on its way. You could only hope that climaxing inside of her would be enough to blow her off her own cliff as well.

You held on for only a couple of thrusts before you lost it. Instincts you couldn’t control took over as you rammed your cock into her as deep as you could before unloading your seed. With every blast of the thick, hot, gooey spunk you thrusted in a short in and out.

Ditzy cried out in ecstasy as you came within the deepest confines of her cunt. He own orgasm taking her as her wings fluttered off synch as her body shook about with the sheer power of her first orgasm that wasn’t brought on by herself.

A undetermined amount of time later that was filled with both of you moaning, groaning, shouting in the throes of ecstasy later. You both collapsed. You had enough thought processing power left to roll off of her. Your rapidly softening dick flopped out of her and a rush of your own sperm flowed out of her and onto the bed. You were going to have to replace those. No way in hell those things will be good after this. “That was better… Then I imagined it to be…” You say between panting breathes.

“Mmhmm…” Was all Ditzy said as she scooted her backside closer to yours. Her body quickly came to rest and her breathing regulated quite soon as she fell asleep. Exhausted by post sex bliss.

You smiled down at her warmly as you wrapped you hooves around her. Your bodies were pressed against one another her back to your chest as exhaustion took you too. Fuck the hours of sleep you just got. It was sleepy time again. You’ll have time later to spend with Dinky and Ditzy. Plenty of time with the three of you and a bright future in store as well.

After all, you weren’t going to leave your mailmare anytime soon. Not after finally getting your hooves on her. Your new life will be better when you move in and, you spilt rent but share incomes. Dinky will have a father figure at least, that's what you hoped she’ll look at you like that later on. Though you expect she will still go to mom over you for some things. Time will not fix that fact that you stepped into her life and intruded in on her own life. Changing what she has come to know as the “norm”

You’ll have time to fix any resentment she may or may not feel about how she’s going to be sharing mom. You’ll have time for anything and everything that will show up. Your future, is looking as bright as her gorgeous eyes. After all, there’s always next time.