An Educational Experience
Sandbar entered the front foyer of the School of Friendship, dripping and shivering. The surprise storm rattled the crystal of the building and he dripped water everywhere, his fur, mane, and tail soaked.
Gallus squawked, ruffling wet feathers. "Nothing's grumpier than a wet cat."
Silverstream chuckled. "It's not as cold or wet as living underwater!"
"I need something to eat," Smolder growled. "Get my fire back." She started toward the cafeteria and the other teenagers followed.
Sandbar shook himself once more and turned to follow, but as he tried to take a step, he felt a tug on his tail. He looked behind.
Patty Peppermint, a mint-green Pegasus, had the end of his tail gripped in her mouth. Unlike the other students, she wore a heavy beige raincoat, the hood thrown back, and she was dry. Her cute purple bow framed her mane.
"Yeah?" Sandbar said.
"Heeeyyyy, Sandbar," she replied. "I'm kinda wondering something..."
"How'd you know to wear a raincoat?" Sandbar asked.
She rolled her eyes and then grinned. "Pegasus."
"Wanna go to the cafeteria with us?" Sandbar said. He gestured to the others. "We're hungry."
"Oh, you're hungry?" Patty said. "I have a snack back in my dorm room, if you're interested...?"
"What is it?" Sandbar asked, frowning.
She smiled and wagged her eyebrows, along with a shake of her hips under the baggy raincoat.
"Oh!" Sandbar said. Was she suggesting...?
The foyer had cleared out already. Sandbar and Patty were the last two teens remaining. She pranced to the wall and removed her raincoat, hanging it from a hook to dry.
Under the raincoat was a lithe teenage body, definitely not a filly but still with some growing to do, and about the same age as Sandbar himself. Patty was rounded in all the right spots, especially the curves of her ass, which—
Sandbar's brain went momentarily black as he noticed the tight-fitting light-purple panties.
She looked over her shoulder and stretched her wings, then reached back and bit the hem of the panties, peeling them off, one leg at a time. Her movements slow, deliberate, she broke eye contact with Sandbar as she stripped them off.
Patty stood there, holding the panties in her teeth, and raised her tail. Sandbar's underside felt funny, his dick burgeoning and his balls starting to hang heavily.
She stared at him, eyes seductive, and smiled.
Her pussy dripped with excitement and the smell, contrasting to the scent of the rain from outside, tickled his nose. Her asshole was so puckered and prominent Sandbar wondered if it could double as an extra hook for hanging raincoats.
Patty turned and approached, rubbing the side of her neck against his, then rubbing her ear against his. Her mane was soft and smelled of a flowery shampoo. The panties' scent was sharp, strong, and oh so appealing.
Sandbar's mouth started to water.
The panties' hem still gripped in her teeth, she backed up enough to bop her nose into his nose and pressed the panties against his lips.
"Take them," she muttered around the fabric.
He bit down and found not the hem, but the center of the panties, between his teeth. His dick instantly doubled in size when he touched his tongue to the wetness that soaked the panties, the taste of her pussy exploding in his mouth and nose.
Sandbar whimpered.
Patty pranced down the corridor, tail raised high and pussy dripping fat splatters of excitement onto the crystal floor, towards her dorm room.
Sandbar followed at a trot, dick bobbing painfully with every step.
Once inside, Patty kicked the door to her room closed. Sandbar looked around; there was no sign of her roommate. He backed into a corner, his tail against the wall, and held his legs close together in front of himself. Cool air chilled the soft skin of his dick, which was already painfully throbbing, his balls sore and engorged.
"You look so cold," she said. "You poor thing. With all the rain. We should warm you up."
"I, well, uh, ah, well, I?" Sandbar mumbled around the fabric of her soaked panties.
"Yes, I can tell you're a nervous virgin," Patty purred.
He spit the panties onto her laundry basket. "Wait, from just that?"
She nodded, smiling and biting her lower lip. "My specialty is virgins. You won't know what hit you."
"I..."
With a single flap of her wings, she was on the bed to the left of the door, her chest lowered to the pillow and her ass raised, wings flicked forward to make room.
Sandbar took a few nervous steps towards her. She smiled and said, "You're nice and hard."
Looking under himself, Sandbar could tell she was right. He stepped up onto the bed and hopped up, mounting her, his forelegs hugging her waist. He whinnied accidentally and felt his cheeks flush."What, uh, what do I do?"
She snorted a laugh. "You're cute."
"I don't want to, uh, hurt you?"
"Fuck me senseless."
"Oh."
Under his belly, his dick throbbed mightily. Well, maybe 'throbbed averagely.' It's not like he was Big Mac or anything. He hoped it would grow more over the next few years, but its hardness was more than enough. It seemed as ready as it would get.
"I'd like to be fully fucked before my roommate gets back," Patty said.
Sandbar scooted forward until the tip of his dick touched her dripping slit.
"Yeah!" Patty said. She grunted, her wings flexing, and the soft, wet heat of her pussy kissed his tip, tugging gently.
Sandbar held still and closed his eyes. That felt.... That felt unreal, unlike he'd ever imagined. His dick pulsed, throbbing and making his balls clench with every heartbeat. She was so slick, so wet. He leaned a little, putting his weight onto her rump, so that he could rub his forehooves up and down her flanks.
Her smooth fur rustled under his touch and soft feathers tickled his fetlocks when he rubbed against the bases of her wings. Ribs were prominent under her skin, her body lean with the school's exercise routine and her raging teenage metabolism. Sandbar pulled his forelegs back until her could squeeze around her hips, feeling the wonderfully femine padding of her rump—
Good Celestia, he was going to cum before he actually lost his virginity. He squeezed harder and shot his hips forward, burying himself deep into her hot snatch.
"Ahhhhhh..." Patty cooed as she clenched hard on him.
Sandbar swallowed and shut his eyes, trying to understand the sensations. Slick, wet, hot, soft, she surrounded him as she clenched down. He pushed his hips forward just a bit more, as far as he could get into her, and the sensation of her velvety insides on the frustrated, engorged head of his dick sent shivers up his body and into his skull. Almost like fireworks, the world seemed to be color and sensation behind his closed eyes.
"Good?" Patty asked.
"By Luna!" he replied. Opening his eyes, he stretched his neck a little to look down at her twat as he slowly withdrew himself. Her asshole, tightly puckered, pulsed and relaxed in time her channel's clenching. Any pony's butthole puckered and projected out a little, but hers was even bigger than he'd thought. Not unnatural but very prominent. The soft mint green of her coat extended up her dock before fading into the orange of her tail's hair.
As he slid out, her labia rippled over the veins and folds of his erection. He stared at himself, glistening and slick with pussy juices.
He'd actually done it and gotten laid! His dick was dipped. His wick was wet. His peen was painted with pussy.
(Suck it, Gallus. First!)
With a sniff, he sampled the mixture of his own sweat and her fluids. She clenched, tightening on his tip, which was all that was still inside her, and her huge bright-pink clit brushed the underside of him.
"You like the view?" she asked.
He looked at her.
Head turned, she stared into his eyes. "Don't make a girl wait."
Slowly, he pushed back in. After pulling out and letting her wetness touch the cool dorm room air, pushing back into her depths seemed to scald him with the moist fire of her snatch. His balls clenched tight to his underside, no longer swinging low, and his own tail raised.
Patty's wings flapped gently, in time with his rutting, as Sandbar began stroking. In out, in out. The sensation built quickly and he knew he was going to blow fast—too fast. "I'm, I'm gonna..."
"Stop, quick."
"What?"
"I know how to deal with hair-trigger virgins."
"What?" Sandbar asked, suddenly embarrassed to be called hair-triggered.
"In my ass. Finish in my ass."
"What?"
"Look at how big my asshole is. The slightest touch and I cum."
"Ass...gasms?"
"Hurry, Sandbar. This is my roommate's bed."
He pulled out, watching his dick withdraw from her again. Her juices soaked him, the view even better than the warm wetness. When he withdrew fully, his dick throbbing and as hard as the dick on an anatomically correct bronze statue, he looked at her asshole. Actually staring, studying, appreciating it, for it was art.
The muscular ring was smeared with juices from their rutting, tight and big and the opening so small and and oh he was going to cum just staring at her asshole so just he rammed it in.
Patty shouted, not in pain, but rather a howl of pleasure. Sandbar got about the first quarter of his dick into her ass, all his tip and the beginning of the shaft, before powerful muscles clenched down on him and squeezed, stopping his progress and feeling unlike anything he ever before had imagined.
He stared, the thoughts My dick is up her ass the only thing in his mind. Not only had he finally gotten rid of his virginity, he was going to cum in an ass! Clearly, the best day at school ever.
She came, wings flaring wide, gasping and panting, rear legs collapsing under his weight and they both fell supine to the bed. Thick, meaty, wet labia pressed against the underside of his dick and against his balls as she came again. Sandbar pressed in a little more and Patty let loose a stream of curse words that were rather surprising from somepony in an adorable bow.
Her ass then squeezed on his dick, as if trying to pop him out, and pushing in deeper, he finally came. He sucked in a deep breath and held it, having never felt this before, only having hoofed off in the shower or nutted in his sleep before. The heat of her body, the muscular tightness of her ass, his entire body stiffened, mind blank, balls pulling tight to his underside as he blasted load after load up into her butt.
Sandbar collapsed, his weight on her spine, and she relaxed to the bed.
"Thanks," she said. "You can't tell anycreature."
"Not anycreature?" How could he tease Gallus—
"Nope, nocreature. Do I have a reputation as the school scooter?"
Sandbar needed a second to figure out the idiom, but then he said, "No."
"I am, though. But all the guys keep it quiet. If you can keep this a secret, we'll do this again, whenever you want."
"Sounds good." He hugged around her forequarters, kissing her neck and nibbling her ear.
Author's Note
Just a little something I wrote a few weeks back. I waited until after the big contest wrapped up to publish. Please let me know what you think, and if Patty should smash Gallus next.
