Cultural Differences

George was timid about leaving his home the next morning. He finally got himself to relax the night before, but thought of Banana a lot more than he wished he did in the process. Now, he just didn’t want to be late for work because a sex-crazed alien latched onto his dick before he could leave.

His fear was not realized, at least the crotch-hugging part, though as he arrived at his car to go, he did see her. And she was latched onto a dick.

Her and her coltfriend was sitting in the grass next to where his car was, and George had to wonder if she’d chosen that spot on purpose. The coltfriend was a blue-coated pegasus with a multi-colored mane in different blue shades. He had freckles, purple eyes, and most prominently his penis hanging fully out of his sheath as Banana went down on him like E. Coli on room-temperature beef.

“‘Ey A’on!” she waved one hoof at George and spoke with her muzzle full, but didn’t slow down, slathering the dick with a layer of saliva using a tongue that was frankly alarmingly long. How did it even fit in her head? Either way, it seemed ‘gag reflex’ was another thing she didn’t know the meaning of.

“Oh hey dude,” the coltfriend greeted casually, flexing his hips and sliding a hoof affectionately through her mane. “Banana told me about you, I’m Glitter Skies.”

George had to admit that he was a little jealous that the little pony’s erection was bigger than his own, big enough that Banana’s throat was swelling visibly all the way down to her collar when she pushed her nose against his belly. George stepped back as he felt a bit of saliva splatter from her quick motions and hurriedly unlocked his car door.

“Uh, hey, I’m George,” George said before he called him Anon too. Damn it. Now he had to go to work with a boner. “Going to work so uh… see you both later.”

“No problem, colt,” said Glitter. “But just so you know, she was being honest when she said I didn’t mind, okay?”

“Yeah it’s perfectly fine!” Banana encouraged, finally pulling her head free only to climb up onto Glitter and straddle his hips. She rolled her hips with a practiced movement and George could hear the lewd squish of her wet flesh pushed apart by the erection as Glitter rolled his eyes back and panted.

“I believed her!” George said, hurriedly closing the door as he started the engine. Did she still not understand that wasn’t the issue?

“He’s cute, let me know if he wants a threesome,” Glitter said to Banana breathily as their bellies began smacking together at a frenzied pace.

Thankfully that was the last thing George heard of that conversation before pulling out of the parking space. He glanced in the rear view mirror one more time. Seeing the older woman from down the hall walk by them while walking her dog, stare for a few seconds in shock, then hurriedly walk away as her dog tugged at the leash and barked at them. Banana waved at her like she’d immediately struck up an awkward conversation despite her hips not slowing down, then flattened her ears slightly when the lady fled.

It was hard to get that out of his head at work, and the left-over arousal never died down like he hoped it would. When he got home, he very carefully parked in a different spot than usual on the other side of the building. He crept through the grass between two buildings, peeking around the edge before slipping into the door on the side he didn’t normally use.

When he got to the hallway with his apartment door, he entered from the staircase at the opposite end of the hall from usual. Sure enough he saw Banana standing at the other end of the hall as if waiting for him to come up that staircase. She’d even dressed up in pink and white striped socks and a large pink bow around her neck. She sat on the floor, watching the other door like a loyal dog would, yet also possibly ready to pounce.

George crept down the hallway to his door, trying not to make any noise. He held his keys tightly so they wouldn’t jingle, slipping it into the keyhole and watching her the whole time. Just a bit more… Of course, the door creaked louder than it ever had when he pushed it open, and she turned to see him. She got up and took off towards him.

“Wait, Anon, I’m sorry!” she cried out, but could only flatten her ears as he quickly closed the door. There was a thump on the door as he closed it as if she’d ran face-first into it.

“George!” he corrected her again through the door.

“Oooow!” She whined, and he heard her little hoofsteps stagger about slightly. He felt bad that he’d closed it on her face, but why was she so obsessed with him? He knew she already banged Glitter at least once today so surely wasn’t THAT needy!

“S-sorry,” he apologized, but didn’t dare open the door again. It could be a trap! He waited a few moments, but didn’t hear her walk away. He breathed heavily, almost afraid to leave his defensive position until he was sure she was gone.

Finally there was another timid hoof-tap at the door.

“Please talk to me…” Banana sounded like she was holding her nose that she hit with her other hoof, and rather sad beyond that. Damn it. He couldn’t not answer such an adorable creature when she sounded that pitiful, regardless of her designs on him.

“I’m not trying to be rude,” George said self-consciously. “I just don’t understand; there are plenty of other humans in these apartments that are more attractive than me.”

“But I like you,” she pouted softly, her voice now weapons-grade cute in its squeakiness. This was just unfair! “Just cause I’m coming on strong to you doesn’t mean I’ll do anyone.”

He bit his lip, and pulled his legs together tightly. Damn it, he needed to take care of his boner again and knew he wouldn’t be able to get her out of his head when he did again.

“Look, I didn’t come over just to flirt,” she claimed, voice a bit droopy. “I just wanted to invite you to tea and I even wore clothes to make you comfortable!” Did she mean the socks? She clearly didn’t understand how to make herself less hot with clothes.

“It’s fine,” George claimed. “I’m not angry at you, I just don’t want tea at the moment.”

“Well it’s just…” she tapped on the door again. “I was telling another neighbor about talking to you… and she called me a borderline rapist. And I was scared that maybe you thought that about me too, so I wanted to apologize and give you tea. I promise I won’t grind any part of me on you without asking!” Did she have to say it that loudly?

“I… don’t think that,” George lied. He moved to look out the peephole at her. She had propped herself up on the door with her front hooves, rocking back and forth, shoulders drooping as her eyes sparkled wetly. So unfair! “F-fine, I’ll come over…”

“Great!” Banana was instantly chipper once again, bouncing a little like an excited dog when he opened the door. She trotted towards her own apartment, tail raised again more than it needed to be. This time he caught a quick glance without meaning to, of her fuzzy dampness and taunt little pucker above it. He looked away, but she looked really soft...

As she hummed and unlocked her own door with the key in her muzzle, the lady down the hall stepped out of her room again, shook her head disapprovingly, muttered something about a slut, and went back into her room. It seemed he only saw her at the least opportune times, but then again she might have been the one to talk down Banana slightly.

Inside her apartment, he had never been in a place so brightly colored. It had the exact layout as his, but the carpet, wallpaper, and countertops had all been replaced with a pinker shade and all furniture and decorations seemed to have either a heart or a flower theme to them. There was a pink piano half-way across the room and he had to wonder if it was just for looks; surely she couldn't play it with hooves.

There were photos on the wall that he assumed were family and friends, but he choked slightly as the first one he looked at was her going down on a larger yellow stallion.

“Hm?” she turned as he choked, following his eyes before he pulled them away. “Yeah, he’s pretty big! I choked too, and that’s saying something!”

“A-an old boyfriend?” George asked nervously, refusing to look at any others.

“Nah, that’s big bro from last time he visited,” Banana said casually as she trotted into her kitchen. “I’ll have to introduce you next time he’s here, but for now make yourself at home and have a seat!”

He almost choked again, and wondered if incest was also legal for ponies or if it was just something she did anyway. Then again they were apparently ‘magical’ so it might not cause the issues for them that it did for humans.

George tried to put it aside and looked at where she motioned for him to sit. The bright-pink table had a red-heart in the middle and was a bit undersized. He turned out a pink chair, feeling like he was sitting down in furniture at a child’s clubhouse rather than a neighbor’s dining room. He barely fit in the seat and he worried it might break.

She clumsily walked back to the table on her hind legs, holding a tray with a pink but otherwise traditional-looking tea kettle and two tea cups on it. She placed it on the table, then grabbed the kettle by the handle and started pouring the tea.

“Um…” George had to ask as he took the tea. “How are you holding that with a flat hoof?” It occurred to him for a moment that the tea might be roofied, so waited to see if she sipped her own before he took a drink.

“Oh, we call that sticky hooves,” Banana said as she poured her own tea. “It’s a localized telekinetic field that allows us to grip or manipulate small objects, actually better than fingers can!”

He watched her carefully, and she seemed to sip at her tea. He leaned forward to make sure the level was going down and she wasn’t just pretending to drink it, then sipped at his own. It wasn’t bad, sort of a weird banana peppermint flavor, but it was immediately relaxing. He probably should have asked if it was magic, but now he was afraid to.

“So uh, even that?” George asked, He motioned to the piano.

“Oh sure!” Banana smiled brightly. “I actually play a lot of instruments, want to hear me play?”

“Uh sure,” George nodded. This wasn’t going too bad so far. He relaxed more since it seemed she wasn’t going to immediately lewd all over him. He still expected her to eventually, and maybe even hoped she would now that they were in private and he was still horny.

She bounced to the piano, carrying her tea with her and somehow not spilling any. She took another sip and placed it on the top of the piano before strumming her hooves against the keyboard and somehow actually playing it. He marveled at how the keys seemed to move on their own beneath her hooves.

“My little pony, my little pony,” she sang with the melody, her voice as adorable as he’d expected. “Ah, ah, right, there!”

“Ah well, you’re… quite good, yes,” George said. He was more tempted to actually go see her show now, if she was musically inclined and not just grinding on a pole.

She winked back at him, shaking her bottom slightly, and he noticed a wet smudge against the piano seat as she continued to sing. The lyrics were somehow both cute and extremely questionable at the same time, but he let her finish.

By the time she had, he’d finished his tea. He reached for the tea kettle, but she galloped over after her song and moved to pour another glass for him with a smile, leaving her tea cup at the piano.

“I’m glad you like this!” she said. She almost overfilled his cup, her eyes moving to his groin instead as she propped up on the table next to him, perhaps checking to see if he was excited. “Did you like my song?”

He was more suspicious of the tea now, but sipped it again. It didn’t seem to be making him more aroused at any rate, just a lot more relaxed. That helped all the same though, because he’d started to consider that it might not be so bad to do something with her. His neighbor had already seen him go in here, and almost certainly thought they were having sex and would tell the other neighbors such, so did he really have anything to lose?

Well other than his dignity at resorting to fucking an alien. Wait, was that racist? Hm…

“Ah, I loved it,” George answered when he realized he was taking too long to answer.

She smiled up at him in reply, but didn’t move away after she put the tea kettle down. She shifted her hooves about atop the table again and glanced back at his groin. Her hips rolled slightly, moving slowly towards his lap, then pulled it back suddenly as if remembering that she’d promised not to grind on him without warning.

Banana looked thoughtful, then must have decided that her promise didn’t forbid nuzzling, because she slowly got back on the floor fully before nuzzling softly at one of his hips and smiling up at him.

“Hm?” she squeed slightly, her eyes glowing with eagerness and not actually having to ask the question.

“Uh…” George said, taking another sip, teacup shaking in his hand and not knowing how to answer.

“Hmmmm?” she asked again, opening her muzzle slightly and biting down on his zipper. He could almost hear her words to him from the day before ‘unzip and dip’.

He wasn’t sure what to answer again, but she didn’t push it further yet, flattening her ears halfway and pulling her head back, then sitting on her haunches and tapping her front hooves together adorably.

“I-I just…” she said. “You looked really sad when you left for work again, and super-sad when you came home today.”

The word he’d use for when he came home was ‘afraid’, but didn’t correct her.

“Maybe a compromise with just my muzzle?” she smiled up at him hopefully. “I promise I won’t tell anyone… I won’t even tell Glitter if you ask me not to, he’d understand.”

“Damn it,” sighed George, relenting. He was fooling himself when he came over to her place expecting not to. He still remembered the sight of her long tongue slathering her coltfriend's erection and… really wanted to feel that. “O-okay… just your muzzle though. Andy-you can tell Glitter.”

She squeaked happily, grasping his zipper in her teeth again, pressing a hoof against the top and tugging downward to unzip him. She slobbered a bit on the button as she then snapped it open, letting the bulge from his underwear press outward. She tugged at the edges of his pants with her hooves, and he wiggled his hips to allow her to pull them down as she grasped the band of his underwear in her teeth and tugged them down as well.

He felt her warm breath on him as soon as he flopped out, her eyes focused on the firm flesh like a shark that tasted blood. It wasn’t like he was impressive, yet her eyes lit up as she pulled down to see his full shaft and balls like it was the most beautiful thing she’d ever seen. For a moment he feared that she might be about to try and steal it with some kind of weird pony magic.

Looking up at him with lidded eyes, Banana rolled out her tongue like a fruit rollup and wrapped it around his shaft, sliding around it three times before she ran out of length. His whole body stiffened as she gave the tip a testing slurp, then pulled the tongue back, feeling like moist silk as it slid around him. She shivered slightly, spreading out her hind legs and sliding one hoof between them.

“Mind if I masturbate?” Banana asked softly, as if she needed his permission, but at least she was asking before doing things now.

“G-go ahead,” George panted, his eyes following her hoof before it went between her hind legs, hearing the soft squish as she rubbed at her juicy nethers.

She pushed her lips to his tip again, then time pressing down fully onto him. Her muzzle was big enough that he didn’t feel her throat until she was over half-way down on him. When he did, he tried to back his hips off instinctively lest she choke, but she moved forward to swallow it down effortlessly, continuing down until her soft nose pressed against his belly. Her tongue rolled around the base of his shaft, giving it a squeeze before sliding down onto his balls and wrapping around them in a figure-eight pattern. He could feel her warm saliva drool over his needy flesh.

To say she had a talented tongue was an understatement, no sci-fi could’ve prepared him for how amazing an alien’s mouth was. He pushed his tea away, timidly placing his hands on her head, her mane feeling like silk strands weaved into plush, even her skull seeming to give as her whole form was slightly elastic.

“Don’t be shy,” Banana said as she pulled back. “Grab my head… ram my throat… hard as you need.”

He was in no condition to resist such advice. He dug his nails into her head, slipping out of his chair and sliding down to his knees, which wasn’t much lower considering the size of the chairs. He pulled her back and rammed himself solidly into her throat, moaning as her spongy body seemed to ripple slightly and her own moan vibrated over his shaft.

Banana continued standing on three hooves, one of her front still sloshing around at her slit, drooling fluid down her thighs to the floor. Otherwise she let him have control, jerking her head violently and slamming down her throat. He rolled his eyes back and gasped as she seemed to unhinge her jaw slightly, taking him deeper still as her tongue coiled around his sack several times, loosely enough that the sack could still smack her chin with each thrust.

George held her head with one hand, watching her mane flap around like a head-banger's with the motions, his other hand feeling her throat, the bulge of his shaft stretching her flexible flesh outward with each stroke. Even if she didn’t gag, her throat started to ripple over his shaft in smooth swallowing motions. Her face was growing a little blue around her eyes as they rolled back, but she didn’t complain at the lack of air.

“Crazy cunt,” George swore. “How is your tongue even doing that… you're not eldritch beings right?”

She started to gargle out an attempt to speak but it soon devolved into an orgasmic moan. He felt her throat clench more, and there was a visible splatter of juice from her other end that sprayed over the floor behind her as her hips shook. The tongue massage on his balls begged him to do the same, ready to slurp down anything he could expel.

There was no way to last longer, and he blasted the biggest load he’d ever ejected into her waiting throat. She swallowed it down without hesitation, eyes lighting up at the taste, letting a bit of it backwash into her muzzle, which he then felt her slather around her gums with the base of her tongue as if wanting to taste more of it. He couldn’t imagine anyone favoring the taste of semen that much, yet it seemed like a completely sincere reaction.

When she finally pulled her muzzle from, she slurped her tongue around the shaft once more to clean it, then moved to politely re-fill his cup of tea with a shakily excited hoof. Her muzzle was slightly open, and he could see her still rolling a ball of his spunk around, smearing it on her gums.

“Wow that… you are… “ George panted.

She giggled, swallowing the rest of his seed before replying a little wetly. “I got two more holes if you want to go on?”

“That’s it… for now,” George declined, still a bit dizzy from a far more intense climax than he expected. “Actually… maybe if I could use your bathroom before I drink more tea.”

“Sure, you can do that,” she smiled politely, then moved to the floor again. “Or… you could…”

She cupped her lips around his shaft again. She didn’t bob her head, just rolling her tongue a bit against the underside of his shaft and nudging his tip against her throat before swallowing against it invitingly. She was definitely kinkier than his last girlfriend, but seemed genuinely hopeful that he’d do it.

Well he didn’t feel like standing up yet anyway. He slipped back into his chair and relaxed, though it still took a minute to make himself go into something that wasn’t a toilet. When she finally tasted the first tinkles, he felt her roll the urine around her muzzle the same way she’d done his sperm, before pushing his tip just past her throat and guzzling straight from the tap.

She relaxed too, holding her neck stiff, though less because she didn’t like it and more like she was carefully resisting the urge to bob her head again. She kept swallowing until the flow ceased, then looked up and swallowed a few more times to make sure he was done.

When she moved her muzzle away again, George felt a little bad that she’d been so eager to pleasure him and felt he hadn’t done much in return, yet he was also completely exhausted. She went to get her tea cup again, swishing the tea around in her muzzle as if to clean it out before sliding up against him and nuzzling her muzzle to his mouth.

He leaned forward and kissed her, not really minding all the various tastes there, just playing his sorely inferior human tongue against hers a few moments before pulling away. She sat back down across from him then.

“So why don’t you tell me about your work?” Banana asked as if nothing unusual had happened. He supposed, for her at least, it hadn’t.

The rest of the visit was spent talking casually about their lives, though it felt weird to get to know someone after she’d already guzzled not one but two of his bodily fluids. Still, he had to admit that he found her casualness a bit refreshing.

Before he left, she gave him a written invitation to one of her upcoming strip shows, oddly formatted as one would a party invite. He blushed as he accepted it before heading back to his room.