A glass went klink on the faux bamboo boards. The orange liquid inside sloshed around with the sweat accumulating on the cool glass. Wind Sprint lowered her violent head and took a long draught of the tiki drink. She felt her head swim. She moved her ankles through the water of the pool. It was nice and cool, contrary to the oppressive tropical heat of the Zebzibar.
She watched the beach, the athletic ponies on it playing hoofball, her favorite game. She smiled, watching the players battle. One kicked a ball, for another to head it across the line, for it to be parried back, only for a decise buck to launch it into the opposing basket. Her heart soared with every dip of the ball, and she felt her pulse quicken with every save and play. It was good buckball, for amateurs, nothing like the reason she had come here to take a solid month off of her life.
Ice clinked and clashed in her glass. She took a long deep draught.
She noticed a shadow in her peripheral vision. Turning, she saw a very athletic stallion sitting there, ordering a beer. He was fine. Muscular, trim, good angular chin. She swore he looked familiar. She didn't know how to talk to him, though.
Wind Sprint noticed him looking intently at the buckball game ahead of them. Under his breath, he was commentating, following with his eyes, repeating plays and maneuvers. Very soon, she realized it wasn't just TV coaching, he was analyzing the game in real time, and he knew what he was doing. Curiously, or perhaps more thirstily, her gaze migrated down to his flank. On it, she saw his cutie mark, a referee's whistle highlighted on a white stellate background against his yellow coat.
There was a chance... it couldn't be... could it?
She said, "Hi."
He turned and looked at her. He smiled and said, "Hi."
"Enjoying the game?" she asked.
He caught her eye aimed at the beach. "You could say that."
"You totally are. I see you whispering at it."
The stallion drew back in mock outrage. "Whispering? I do not whisper at buckball, filly, I analyze." He slammed his beer onto the faux bamboo countertop.
She jabbed, "What are you, some reporter?"
"Reporter? REPORTER!? I do not report on buckball, I do not write headlines, I make them!"
Wind Sprint's eyes widened. "Who are you?"
"You mean you came to the Wold Cup and don't recognize me? I'm Penalty Post, Manehattan buckball midfielder."
Wind Sprint flushed. "Oh my Celestia! Omigosh, I'm so embarrassed."
He just clapped a hoof on her back. "Most ponies don't recognize me without my jersey on."
"I think I like you better without it. Wind Sprint!" She offered a hoof and he shook it.
Penalty Post killed his beer. "Swim with me," he said, diving backwards off his barstool into the water. Wind Sprint looked between him and her drink, and after a moment's hesitation, slid under the water and kicked off the bottom in hot pursuit. She went through the water, intent on surprising him from below. She saw between his legs. He had a nice dick and balls. Wind emerged behind him, her wet mane blocking her eyes as she tried to splash him. "Gotcha!" she yelled.
Poomkh! A beach ball smacked her in the face. "No no, I got you," laughed Penalty.
"No fair!"
"Come on, let's play!" Penalty challenged at her.
"You're on!" Wind replied, hurling the ball into the air and punting it with all her might.
Penalty Post returned it to her. "Nice energy, young mare, but you're going to have to try harder than that to get past me. You think I cut off Turf Bruiser's hat trick by letting him just get past me?" He punched the ball.
Wind Sprint blinked, and it was past her. No. Freaken. Way! She hadn't even seen it, yet there it was, bobbing teasingly in the water beside her. Irritated, she pelted it back with a grunt, answered in kind by her opponent. She barely made the save to volley it back at him, and before she could recover, he had struck it high, mortaring it her way. Wind Spring tried to leap back for it, but the drag in the water stopped her, and she slipped beneath the surface as it splatted mere feet past her reach.
She flushed with indignation. "That one doesn't count," she said.
"Think you can challenge me?" Penalty asked, lazily swimming around behind her.
"I've played buckball ever since I was a little filly, I bet this mare can take you."
"I know I can take you," he said, brushing her ass in a way that could not have been an accident.
Her heart leapt. Her mare parts clenched and she knew she was becoming excited about more than just competition. "Wanna make a bet?"
"Best four of out seven?"
"Professional buckball games are best two out of three."
He met her eyes with a grin and said, "I'm not the kind of stallion to finish quickly."
Wind Sprint's competitive spirit was all riled up now. "Oh you are so on."
The pair crashed through the hotel room door, kissing fiercely. Wind Sprint bashed the lights on with the tip of her wing as she was pushed back towards the bed. Drunk and flustered, she landed on her back, her legs and wings all askew and open. She felt her pussy dripping, throbbing. Fuck, it was hot. He was hot. She needed him.
He loomed over her and kissed her, going into her mouth with his tongue. She kissed him back and felt the strong muscles of his forelegs. They were powerful from long days of training and games. She caressed his back, feeling the lean and rippling muscles there, too. She bet he could fuck like a champ. Surely enough, he broke the kiss and dotted some around her face and along her jawline, trailing a hint of them onto her neck. He looked into her eyes. "Do you want me?" Penalty Post asked. She felt his dick rubbing against her thigh, something wet, his precum, was dripping onto her.
"Yes!" Wind Sprint squealed. "Take me."
Without another word, Penalty Post kissed her again. A thrill buzzed in the mare's chest as the buckball pro had at her lips. He then kissed his way down her. He dotted them down her sensitive throat, biting most lightly at the delicate flesh. She hissed as he nipped with just enough force to tingle the faintest pain, but didn't object. Instead, Wind Sprint rather pushed down his head to encourage him.
Penalty Post knew how to excite a mare in the pregame. He carpeted her with kisses on her chest and tummy. He showed his appreciation to the midfield, rather than diving straight for the forward. Wind Sprint's excitement grew and grew. He was teasing her, no doubt in her mind. He was letting her mind get her body riled up before he even touched her. She could only wait as his strong lips meandered down her body, sometimes faster, sometimes slower. Sometimes lighter, sometimes heavier. She never knew what to expect next. She was kept on edge, it was like he was passing back and forth before finally taking a shot on goal. She could only wait as he inexorably slowly approached. It was maddening. Sometimes he hurried, sometimes he delayed. But kiss by kiss, he was getting closer to his goal, her pussy. She could smell her own arousal. He could have plunged in immediately with his cock and she would not have minded, but this, him taking care of her whole field, was exquisite.
Penalty Post's mouth finally reached her lower abdomen. Wind Sprint whimpered. She pushed his head again, and this time, he finally obliged her and her body's need. His lips touched her inner thighs and she moaned.
His lips lightly teased next at her teats. She had not realized how sensitive they were already. She sighed and hissed aloud, offering herself to him. He kissed the other one, and then lipped around the nipple. He gave a slow suck that made her ankles seize. She rubbed his mane and cried out. He wasn't finished, though. He took his time to savor the teat and kiss it over and over before he finally let it go. If only he would go a little lower. If only he would lick her there. If only her sensitive spot would finally be attended to. Or so help him, she would be the one to make him beg.
He looked up at her, grinning.
"Stop teasing me, damnit!" Wind Sprint yelled, seizing his head and shoving it between her legs.
At long last, Penalty Post attended to her needy pussy. It was hopelessly wet already. Wind Sprint heard its wetness with the very first kiss placed on her labia, a wet smacking sound.
With relief that yet hurt, she felt his tongue brush against the tip of her clit. The mare shivered. This was it! "More! Penalty!" Wind Sprint cried out.
But he kept it light. True to his word, he wasn't a stallion to end things quickly. He licked only lightly around her flower, tracing the folds of the lips, deliberately circumventing the eager hole in the middle, playing a wings rather than a center game. He lapped up delicately at first, but gradually with more and more pressure. Her pleasure began to climb as his tongue brushed around the sides of her clit. He gave just hints, rather than mash the whole sensitive nub with his mouth.
She mewled and squirmed, prompting him to rope his legs around her thighs to hold her in place. His tongue at long last brushed over the center of her clit, making her cry out loudly. The stallion licked again and again, giving her electrical tingles that ran up and down her spine. She felt a clenching in her guts. He hummed happily, enjoying the taste of the mare as much as he was savoring her reaction to how she was being played with. He kissed her clit, wrapping his lips around it gently. She felt a pulse of pleasure as his mouth his all the right spots that had been so long denied. It wasn't long before the pleasure began to mount. He kissed her clit, kissed it like a lover. Oh, Celestia, it felt like heaven. She wanted nothing more than what he was doing to her right then, right there. She tried to buck her hips, but his strong forelegs kept her locked in place in the penalty box. He had at her pussy his way, and she was just going to have to take it. His tongue dove into her depths, shocking her with new sensations. It found a sensitive patch of flesh and lapped away at it. She squeezed his head, moaning with desire, trying to dive him even deeper into her soaked cunt. She saw his face stained with her juices and smiled. Flashes of light were beginning to dance across her vision.
"I'm c-close! Don't stop!"
He said nothing back, only kept on going. He understood when a mare said that, she meant same pace, same pressure, same everything. Her breath was getting tangled in her chest. Her heart was thumping in her ears, the blood pulsing. A tension was built in her belly, ready to snap. A whine came from her throat. She tried to speak, and then she felt herself move.
With a crash, Wind Sprint came. Her muscles clenched, her thighs contracting around her partner and his wonderful face, fucking his muzzle with her pussy Lightning shot up her inside and and wondrous heat blasted between her legs. She squirmed and moaned uncontrolably, her body moving with a mind of its own, surrendered to the pleasure. Penalty Post didn't quit. He kept licking and suckling her pussy, making her squirm and scream over and over again, bringing her to several peaks in a row, not caring about the juices on his face, or even breathing, just giving her all she could take. The mare's world grew dark as the carnal bliss ate away at her mind, forgetting everything but her climax.
At long last, Wind Sprint collapsed, unable to speak, still shuddering uncontrollably. Penalty Post lay down beside her, smiling kindly. He stroked her mane while letting her cool down from her peak. She hungrily kissed him, pleasure drunk from orgasm still. She tried to climb atop him, but her shaky legs failed her, so she contented herself to wrapping herself around him while kissing every inch of his face she could reach.
“Score one for meeeee!” Wind Sprint cheered. “Oh, Penalty, I couldn’t take another lick.”
Penalty Post smiled smugly, “Oh, I know, are you ready for the real game?” He lifted up his erect penis with his hoof.
She coyly said, “Well, if you say so,” placing a hoof on the shaft. She moved her face closer. Wind Sprint was proud of her blowjobs, few stallions could tolerate them for a minute or two, and from how hot this proud cock was, she could tell he wouldn’t last long. The mare kissed the balls and licked them, getting the masculine scent into her nostrils. The stallion musk never failed to arouse.
Penalty Post lay on his back with his dick in the air.
Wind Sprint crouched between his legs and kissed the shaft. Then she licked it, and then brought her face down to the balls. She kissed them slowly and rubbed them with her hoof. They were hot and full of cum, desperate for release.
Wind Sprint decisively took the broad head into her mouth, letting it penetrate her face. She relaxed her throat and lowered her head. She made eye contact with penalty, appreciating the amazed and pleasured expression on his face. And then she took him down to the balls with a high pitched squeak,
“Oh, wow, Wind!” gasped Penalty.
She said nothing, but made a happy humming and moved her face back up the shaft. She cupped the balls in one hoof, rubbing them with the softest of gentle caresses. She bobbed her head up and down, taking his dick over and over again. He was more a gentlecolt than her, and instead of forcing her head down, held onto her hoof and made pleasured grunts to express his appreciation. With a pop, Wind came off his dick and started to kiss and lick it from bottom to top with long loving licks. She tasted the precum leaking from the tip and felt the veins of the phallus throbbing as more blood yearned to rush in with Penalty’s arousal. She lovingly doted kisses around the medial ring before she lovingly engaged both her lips and tongue around the head and sucked hard.
Her stallion moaned and shuddered as she did this and she then pumped his cock up and down in between her forelegs.
“Sh-iiit!” he gasped, helpless before her blowjob. She fucked his dick with her face, her lips being like a pussy, and tongue applying the fine touches. She bobbed up and down, taking him sometimes to the median ring, sometimes to the balls, but never stopping. She went quickly, applying lots of tongue and pressure, pumping her forelegs in time with her head bobs. He got harder and harder, making more and more noise. She could taste his precum, now leaking freely from the head. His balls were tightening around the base of his dick. He gave up on praising her performance with coherent words, now just moaning audibly and calling her name. He wasn’t going to last; nopony could handle this technique for long. She didn’t want him to stay long in her mouth, she just wanted him ready to fuck her pussy.
The stallion clenched her ankle, moaning out, “Cumm-innng!” He warned her a split second before his dick leapt and fired a thick knot of cum onto her tongue. She didn’t stop bobbing or stroking, milking his spurting dick for every blast of rich delicious cum she could get, swallowing it all. He yielded all control as he blasted his ropes down her needy guzzling throat. He shuddered and moaned until his cock was limp and she released it.
“That was great,” he panted as she took her turn to preen smugly at him.
“Got any more?” she asked.
“Sure do. I play buckball, not hoofegg, no fancy hour long halftime shows here, we catch our breath and play on.” He kissed her. “Well, what are you waiting for? Let’s fuck!”
Wind Sprint got on all fours and lifted her plot into the air. She moved her tail aside to expose her dripping pussy. She felt it wink as Penalty Post got behind her.
He planted his hooves on either side of her barrel and moved over her, kissing her neck and mane. He breathed in her scent. She felt his dick brush against her leg. And then she felt it brush against her vulva, still hanging too low to get it in.
Penalty Post pushed his semi limp cock against her drenched entrance, rubbing the length up and down the eager mare’s waiting slit and brushing against her still throbbingly sensitive clit. She gave a slight whine as if disappointed, but nothing was further from the truth. She felt it getting harder as he rubbed it against her. She felt it rise gradually, standing proudly soon again at full mast, ready to plunge into her pussy.
“Cmon, fuck me!” whined Sprint as she pushed her ass up against the prodding appendage.
The flat head brushed against her hole, teasingly, poking at the entrance with just the front of the top parting her folds. She was about to say something else when something slick and oh so satisfying slide deep into her depths. The dick bottomed out all the way inside, filling her with fresh pleasure. It was like silky relief to finally have him inside of her. Finally, she was going to get fucked!
Penalty Post hilted balls deep inside Wind Sprint. “Yes, coach!” He smacked her ass and thrusted again. “One buckball babe bucking bang baller balling boning coming right up.” Wind Sprint giggled as her face was suddenly shoved into the pillow by the ferocity of her partner’s hip thrust, pushing himself deep into her. She felt his hard dick part her walls and fill her satisfyingly. Oh she had needed this indeed. A hard dick in her hot pussy, fucking her cunt, making a mare out of her. Her insides yielded for her mate as he ploughed her hard, going at a fast past so that their bodies slapped noisily against each other. Now this was bucking! She panted and shook her hips, beckoning herself to be fucked more. And he did, surging forward with a grunt as his hardness filled her once again. And when he withdrew, she whinnied in dismay, only to squeal once more in delight as her cunt was filled from labia to cervix.
Penalty Post fucked Wind Sprint hard. Pwap pwap pwap pwap! Their flesh smacked together. He spanked her ass, taking control of the mare, putting her feminine body in its place, beneath him, being rutted. She felt him bite at her main and pull. She gasped in arousal, letting him dominate her body with primal brutishness. And as he tugged on her, he held her hips to his own, just letting him feel how full she was with her stuffed full of his cock. He thrusted sharply! She cried out, half in pain, half in pleasure, as she felt stretched delightfully like she was going to break.
“Fuck yeah! Fuck me!”
Penalty shoved her down again and leaned on her shoulders with his body weight. She was pinned. She was his. And she loved it! His hot dick moved in and out of her tight tunnel. The feeling of it inside her lit a fire in her insides, a fire much more satisfying than his lips had maid between her thighs.
Wind Sprint moaned and sighed, rolling her hips as she was fucked. She abandoned all resistance, making herself his toy to enjoy. She felt drunk with pleasure. Her head was swimming with more than just the alcohol in the embrace of her lover. Her body desperately needed him inside her, and he plunged in over and over again, as fast as he could. She heard his own pleasured grunts and groans while they fucked. Her tongue lolled out, but she didn’t care. This was heaven. She wanted him to fuck her forever. His dick was getting even harder in her pussy as he pounded her hole, she could feel him returned to full rigidity again. The way he desired her turned her on. She felt herself grow wetter, realizing how this was going to end. Her greedy pussy felt embers of pleasure growing, growing, growing. Soon, they began to burn like kindling. She moaned out loud, not caring who heard them, even turned on at the idea that somepony else heard the glorious things being done to her cunt in this bed by this stallion. Her shame was gone, replaced by infinite lust. Sex! She needed it! Needed even more! Let it never stop! She felt in heat!
The senseless mare tried to match the motions of her mate with her hips. Clumsily, but she tried. She shook them seductively, as if he could go even harder with her. Her supple ass bounced off his hips with claps yet drowned out by the hard smack of his hooves against the feminine pony plot. She was well and truly mounted. She pressed back against the dick hammering away at her, consumed with desire to have it inside her, deep inside, and to never ever let it out, to never let this fantastic fucking ever end.
“Don’t stop! This pussy is yours! Fuck me more! Don’t stop! Take me!” Wind Sprint yelled back at Penalty Post. “Fuck yeah! Fuck me!” He smacked her plot again, the vibration making her outer vulva tingle. He smacked it several times, twinging it so delightfully. And then he grabbed her hips and pulled her back onto himself. He worked her hips back and forth, moving her whole body to fuck her, guiding her onto his rock hard cock. Now they were truly fucking together.
She trembled, her legs shook from deep within her thighs. The carnal pleasure was overwhelming her ability to do anything but just bask in it. Her front legs gave out and she was plunged into darkness, only seeing flashes of light as the pleasure in her cunt hit new peaks. She couldn’t take much more of this. And her stallion was holding hard onto her, pounding away at beyond full speed. He was so hard, she could feel his dick throb in her sensitive walls. He was doubtlessly flaring, leaking precum to prepare to flood her cunt with cum. The mare somehow found the strength to take her hoof to her clit and circle it. She wanted to cum, she needed to cum, and she wanted her cumming to send him over the edge in pleasure.
He trembled and clenched tight, holding himself all the way inside her. She kept touching herself while he panted between gritted teeth, “Wind Sprint, I’m close, if I fuck you any more, I’m going to cum.”
“Me too -- inside, I want your cum inside.”
He didn’t wait. He smacked her ass and pounded her pussy. She was so close. Just a few more touches, a few more thrusts, and she’d be over the peak. White light seared in her eyes, her heart’s blood throbbed in her ears. She called her stallion’s name, begging him to finish, begging him for his release.
He seized her mane again and yanked her back towards him. “I’m cumming!” he growled. She felt his flare scraping her pussy canal. He kissed her roughly just as she felt his dick leap!
At that very moment, Wind Sprint’s muscles seized up as pleasure overwhelmed her. She screamed her orgasm into his mouth and thrashed her tongue about. She jerked her hips in all direction, out of control, trying to make him empty himself into her depths. Pulses of pleasure wracked her entire body. She felt joyful fire between her legs, and something searingly wonderfully hot filling her in jolts. She fell forward with him still atop, thrusting away, groaning loudly, calling her name. Her pussy clampled down to milk the spurting cock. Balls gave up their sperm. Wind Sprint’s mind went blank in the sexual frenzy, caught between kissing her stallion and braying with delight. He fucked himself into her, not letting it stop, not yet! Her pussy tried to hold him there, and its tight grip won, with him pressed up to her cervix, blasted shot after shot of hot cum into her, extinguishing her body’s fire, erasing her frenzy with a white haze of sweaty bliss.
She fell sideways, her still cumming, still pumping mate still deep inside her. He held her close, whispering sweet nothings into her ears, gently kissing the nape of her neck while he hugged her from behind. She said nothing, totally spent from the carnal ecstasy. She closed her eyes and drifted away, faintly away that her stallion was truly finished and now dribbling onto her leg. Nothing a shower with him couldn’t fix, in a moment…
Wind Sprint slept long and dreamlessly in the embrace of Penalty Post. Both of them were too drained to move, and if they could have, neither of them wanted to. It had been a perfect evening.
Author's Note
For Dutschu for Shakespearicles's Summer Sin Celebration.
I wasn't sure how I was going to write this one at the start, but once I decided to make the OC a pro buckball player, it all kinda wrote itself. I'm not the biggest fan of Wind Sprint, but she can be fun to write if she has someone to excite that competitive enthusiastic part of herself. In case it wasn't obvious, I know about as much about sports, and am as interested, as Quibble Pants.
Dustchu, I hope you liked it, buddy. I'm glad I got to write for you. With apologies for it being written on my phone.
Everyone else reading this, thank you for reading. Comments are appreciated if you have anything to say.
K93
