You sit on your bed, staring at Rainbow Dash as she walks around your room, nailing you with her eyes. She bucks her spine and wiggles her saddle.

“You like this saddle, don’t you?” she says with a raunchy voice. “You get hot when a mare is strapped in to a horny breeding statement? Tied so hard it won’t come off, no matter what?”

Her voice is sultry, dripping with passion, as her wings starts to slow-flap and she ascends.

“You just love it when a mare floats through the sky, advertising her lewd offering for all the world to see?”

She’s stretching her athletic muscular body around, as she slowly switches from one sensual pose to another. Leaving no part of her body to be imagined; keeping legs and tail apart, and her nether regions winking.

“So, Anon, do you love the look of my saddle? Do you enjoy seeing a mare, marked to be mounted?”

You nod. Not wanting to disturb her performance with words.

“Do you think you can lean on this saddle, and use it to rein me in?” She makes it sound like a challenge. As if daring you to drag her down to your bed, and make battle with her, and her saddle.

“You’re sexy...” is all you can think of. She really has her airborne stretching routine worked out. Like a gymnast in the Olympics, but with less bony human and more cuddly pony.

“Why don’t you remove those silly garments, so we can have a look at each other?” she says as she slowly turns around in the air, striking yet another pose, floating upside down.

She pretends to be lying on her back, on an invisible bed; her relaxed head hanging over the edge, looking hungrily at you; legs raised in the air, holding a V-shape, tail swishing below her from side to side like a rhythmic pendulum, setting a pace for your body to follow.

She makes a reasonable request, so you quickly remove your pants. Revealing a body part now filled with blood. The blood that is usually reserved for your brain.

“Ooh,” she smiles, “It’s actually impressive.”

She moves blindingly fast, and in panic you scoot back. Triggered by reflex from her fast dash towards your crotch. You’ll never get used to how fast she can start and stop when flying. At least Twilight’s teleportation comes with glowing horn signals and stuff to alert you.

“Easy there human,” she calms you down, “I just want to have close look.”

She returns to her slow motion flying, spins around to upright position. Softly moving her nose towards your groin. She sniffs it from bottom to top.

“A reeeally close look...” she says as she puts your erection between her hooves, to hold it steady.

You lean back on a pile of pillows, supporting your dorsum, so you comfortably can keep an eye on Rainbow Dash. She’s hovering, face down, tail up, while she examines your male anatomy.

She sniffs all around your erect pole, takes a long lick, and massages it with her hooves. Adding more licks from top to bottom, up and down with her thick soft tongue, carefully examining every part of its skin, and slathering it with her saliva.

She tilts her face to the side, letting her wide grin match the angle of your dick. She puts your meat in her mouth sideways, as if she wants to taste the middle of it. Her tongue helps reel in your cock as she carefully clenches it between her teeth. Just a little at first, and then more, and more, and more.

You’re happy her strength is in her wings and not her teeth. Those molars of her aren’t designed to cut, just grind, and after a hard squeeze she withdraws without doing any harm.

She displays a big smile as she softly floats down to sit between your legs. Leaning back on her haunches and folding her wings.
“Damn Anon, not only is your dick much denser and heavier than a stallion’s, it’s also much sturdier. I need to apologize to Twilight for doubting her. I bet it can do a thousand strokes without chafing.”

You stare at her, finding it difficult to express your feelings. But you don’t need to. They can be seen in between your legs.

“Wait, don’t tell her I said that! She gets so uppity when she’s right.” Rainbow Dash says.

She stands up on all fours, and walks up, face to face, to stand over your body. Her head dives down and bites the pillows you have behind your back, pulling them away, one by one, leaving you lying flat on your back.

She places her face close to yours. Surrounding your body with her hooves, as if to lock you in.

“If you keep that a secret, I will give you another one in exchange.” she whispers to your face, as she takes a long wet lick all the way from your throat up to your ear.

“Your dick is actually slightly larger than average. Not the largest by any means, but still, bigger than average. Now the heavy weight on the other hoof gets me reeeeaaally excited.”

She licks your other ear; her slobbering tongue drilling its hot soft tip all over the cartilaginous ridges of your ear, sending a rippling effect through your body from its tickling.

“You like that, do you? You have sensitive ears? Twilight says she doesn’t enjoy ear nibbling, but she’s a prude. Perhaps you’re about to change that? Her recounting of yesterday’s adventure was the hottest thing I’ve heard in a long time.”

“Thank you... and Twilight...” you’re not used to being glorified as a sexual legend.

“You’re hot too!” you try and compliment, but a shivering gasp makes you sound weak. Her thrilling wet slobbering of your ear, gives you weird sensuous sensations.

She lowers her body to lie on top of you. Rubbing it slightly from side to side. Using that soft blue pelt of hers to tickle everything from your groin up to your chest.

She entices you to move your head closer to hers, and as you do, she starts licking you ear again.

The hot piece of blue meat grinding her soft fur across your naked body, and slobbering her juicy tongue over and inside your ear, almost overloads your sensory systems. Your hands grab her flanks, pushing hard on her cutiemarks to keep her hot body from moving so much.

“Holy shit! That’s nice!” you gasp.

You decide to act, and move your right hand to grip the top of her mane. Pushing her head down to your chest, so you can reach her ear with your mouth.

You press your nose against her skull, moving it up and down, testing the contours beneath the fluff, before letting your nose push her ear flat against her fur, preparing it for what’s to come.

“So you like nibbling ears, uh?” you whisper into the ear you’re about to attack.

She moans in response. For a few seconds she stops grinding her body against yours before she starts moving again. Her sensitive teats pressing against your rough pubic hair, so perfect to tickle a young mare’s sensitive skin.

Humans only have one prehensile muscle – the tongue – but it was strong. The stubby form made it appear even stronger. Now to teach RD that lesson, you push your wet tongue hard around her ear where the pelt was strong, while letting it dart quickly in and out in her more sensitive passages. Careful not to push hard in her fragile ear, while being rough and tough on the sturdy rim.

You try to scare her a little; showing her what brutal strength your tongue possessed and how close the blue little adrenaline junky was to getting a painful shove to her sensitive inner ear. You hold her mane tight, keeping her head fixed in a vise-like grip, while your tongue molests her ear. You can hear her whimper as you work.

You turn her head and move on to the other ear, repeating your assault. Once more she stops rubbing her body against yours, as her body trembles. Her panting breath matching the movements of your tongue.

Her eyes closed, her gasps intense, she suddenly puts her fore hooves on your chest and pushes hard. You drop her mane as she sits on top of you. Her eyes roll around, and her heaving chest greedily sucks in all the air it can get. Her mouth hangs open, and a bit of drool escapes to land on your chest.

“Anon, you have a wicked mean tongue! *pant* You really need to show that technique to Twilight. *pant* Teach her what a true tongue bath is all about.”

You move your hands over her body. You can feel her well-defined muscles. If she didn’t have fur, and if she wasn’t a pony, she would definitely have abs with a six-pack.

“I’ve never taken Twilight for a poet, but this morning she told some really cool stories about you.” She says while working hard to gain control of her breath.

Sitting upright on top of you she starts grinding her bottom along your pelvic area. Using her leaking fluids to baste your groin, soon to be stuffed in her oven. She once again has that predator look in her eyes, before she eventually breaks up in a friendly smile.

“So why not show me what those limbs are all about? Slither those snake-hooves across my skin... inside my mane... and my tail... and every other opening you can find.”

Your hands wrap around her shoulders, sliding down over her wings, to press that wing-boner down and fold it against her back, before you hug her tight and roll over. Pressing her back down in to your bed.

“Oh, I’ll show you!” you say.

You place your knees between her legs, keeping her body pinned down for you to enjoy. Your left palm is pushing down on her chest, keeping her still, as your right hand tickles her neck, slowly letting your fingers move to dance upon her lips.

“I’ll show you what these little softies can do, when they go all out on a hot mare.”

You ignore her challenging laugh and start moving your fingers up and down her body. Keeping them rigid as a rake, nails down, along her strong muscles and thick hide. Instantly shifting to become soft fingertips along her sensitive areas.

She huffs and hums from your treatment; occasionally slipping out a groan as her panting intensify.

You lower your body and press your face against her warm chest, letting your hands slide around her body; one hand working her shoulders, the other working her lower spine and dock.

She loves the massage, and the relaxing treatment. She also enjoys how you mix it with rubbing your groin against her lower tummy, and her snatch. Making her body switch back and forth between relaxed and tense as it triggers her clit.

You raise your body, and move up to sit on top of her tummy. Pinning the mare down with your weight. Moving your left-hand fingers for a close inspection of her face, letting your digits wiggle around, pushing through her lips, touching her teeth, her gum, resting on her slobbering tongue.

Meanwhile, your other hand searches the wet folds between her legs, doing similar movements, but in a different place. Both hands moving and resting in coordinated movements. Now as she is caught between your legs, and with your hands free to act, you start to deliver as many sensual sensations you can muster. Stroking as many erogenous zones as possible. Groping both her honeypot and mouth to confuse her emotions.

Her muscular body ripples back and forth beneath you as you press your weight down to keep her steady. Increasing the tempo, especially across the vulva and the rim of her insides. As your slobbery fingers tickle her ears in between dipping themselves inside her mouth.

She gets warmer, hotter, and the blue bundle of muscles keeps breathing faster and faster. Deep strong moans follow one another, with the force of a train chugging along the tracks. Her body is squirming beneath you, and you sense the package of dynamite will soon explode... so you double down to drive it home.

Suddenly you’re lifted up in the air as a high-pitched nooooo escapes from her. As the body you ping down is tossed up, you lose your balance and fall to the side.

Those weird wings of her don’t bend and move like wings should, and they had lifted her up from the bed with you on top. She’s crazy-strong with those wings. You knew it, everybody said it, but you couldn’t believe it until you experienced it.

“Enough!!” she shouts, sweating and panting, with that predator look on her face; no longer a cozy little mare pinned down beneath you.

“I’m not letting myself get done by a simple hoof-job. That would be demeaning!” she grins.

She moves forward and let her front-hooves topple you over. Sitting on top of you, she rubs her nether region against your dick, trying to get it to spear her wet pussy, the only truly soft part on her muscular body.

Her grin turns to annoyance as your phallus slips from side to side without her managing to get it inside. You grab it with your hand to keep it steady, before she gets angry. She’s shaking with excitement, barely able to control herself. You don’t want a crazy-strong mare on top of you to lose her temper.

She plunges down and lets her tight snatch engulf your member. Closing her eyes, feeling its mass filling her up. She slowly gyrates her bottom while fully impaled. Feeling it whisking around her insides.

“That heavy mass really does make it feel bigger than it is,” she sighs with closed eyes. “Twilight forgot to mention that while she was busy raving about your tentacle-hooves.”

She’s damn hot, and you want to start pumping her, so you move your hands down to her flanks. Trying to start the motion to churn her lotion.

“Not so fast!” she says as you try to move her posterior up and down your erection. “Wrap your right limb all around me, and attach your claw to the other side of the saddle.”

You do as she says. Letting your arms wrap around her and your fingers push in under the rim of the saddle.

“Now take your other limb and wrap it over my ass. Push your claws through the dock and tail, to make sure it doesn’t slide away.”

You follow her instructions and hold her in a tight grip, ready to start grinding your bodies together.

“Yeah, yeah, I know your hooves ain’t claws. I wouldn’t let you push them down my dock if they were.” she grins, before embracing you in a hug.

Feeling her hot chest pressed tight against yours, you can sense the rapid beating of her heart when you hold your breath. She adjusts her limbs, making sure to get them under your arms and legs, to properly support them.

“Hold on!” she whispers in your ear, as you hug her tight, nuzzling her neck with your nose.

Suddenly her wings come to life, and you’re both lifted up in the air. The ample height to the ceiling never made sense before, considering ponies aren’t very tall.

“Come on stud! Show me what you can do!” She calls out as you hover above the bed.

You hang on tight with arms and legs wrapped around her; focusing on keeping yourself inside, but as she angles your intermingled bodies to a more vertical position it becomes easier. Easier for you that is, while she’s working hard with wings and limbs to make this happen.

You start grinding your body against hers, moving your meat along her insides in the process. She tilts her body slightly backwards, making it even easier for you, while making it harder for her.

Her heavy exertion only entices her more. An arduous challenge she forces herself to overcome. Her squishy pussy is hot. Her sweaty body is warm. Her wings rapidly moving the air around, brushing the musky smell of her body all around the room.

“That’s it! Keep climbing me you dirty monkey!” she says.

You press down on her rump letting yourself slide out a bit more, before your hand press down so hard on her ass you fear she may be hurt.

“Yeah! That’s the spirit!” she pants. “Keep pumping the awesome mare you caught. Fill her up, flood her womb, occupy her eggs before she can fly away!”

The little energetic weasel wobbles a bit back and forth in the air, getting your bodies vertical, but you’re not letting go. It’s time to seal the deal, and you put more energy into each thrust. Gasping with open mouth, pushing your face into her neck, tasting that sweaty mare with your tongue, gently biting her neck.

“Lucky ape to catch and hold a Wonderbreed!” she gasps, while you keep pumping her.

“Lucky ape to invade such a precious prize!” she moans, while you fight to penetrate deeper.

She’s starts to whimper in between her moaning. Clenching her eyes shut while her tongue hangs out, dripping frothing saliva in your face. You reach up to kiss her, while pushing harder.

“Sooo GOOOD!” her raspy voice, hoarse from all the panting, exhales into your face.

You respond by letting the little blue fuck have it all, as you press her tight and start flooding the mare with your cream.

“I can feel it...” her husky voice yells out, “I feel yooo-”

The muscles in her vagina spasm, catching your cock in a vise-like grip. Rippling muscles draining it of every single drop.

Simultaneously her wings freezes, she topples forward a bit, ends up on top, before you both plunge. For a split second you brace yourself for impact by hugging her as hard as you can, to keep filling her up no matter what. Pressing the air out of her lungs.

You crash down on the soft bed, you below, and Rainbow Dash on top. Knocking some air out of your lungs.

You feel great. You hold her tight; using your hand on her dock to move it around on your erection, making sure it’s utterly spent before letting her go.

Her body quakes from lingering spasms. Her steaming warm body struggling in the aftermath of what happened. She’s panting heavily with closed eyes. She looks exhausted, completely spent, and her soft smile is as far from a predator as you could ever imagine.

. . .

Author's Note

2022-01-01: Should have edited this a year ago (literally), but I wished for a volunteer from Santa Clause. (Now I no longer believe in Santa.) Any-ho-ho-ho, I did do some minor fixes but wouldn't mind suggestions for more. (Send PM!)