Exquisite Velvet

Salty opened the door to his apartment and let Lyra in. He walked in behind her and closed and locked the door. "I had a great--"

His words were cut off as lips pressed to his. A tongue probed and he found himself opening to accept it. The sensation was wild and desperate and it snapped him back to the moment. He pushed Lyra away with just enough force to look her in the eye.

"Lyra. I'm not a mare."

Her eyes didn't waver. "I know."

"Then why..."

Desperation spread like wildfire across her features. Tears began forming once more and she held Salty's cheeks in her hooves. "Please. I just wanna feel something different tonight."

Salty swallowed and felt himself twitch. He searched her eyes. "Are you sure?"

She nodded without hesitation and closed the gap once more. Her lips were warm and soft and Salty easily lost himself to them. He broke the kiss and looked into her hungry eyes once more. He guided her to the bedroom and began disrobing in front of her and giving her a little bit of a show.

With a wink, he tossed his dress to land perfectly across a chair. Lyra smiled as her eyes traversed across his body landing on his cutie mark. A puzzled expression appeared on her face. Salty was about to ask how she was doing when she lunged forward and kissed him once more. Her tongue invaded again and she wrestled the larger pony to the bed.

On his back, Salty watched as his date climbed up to straddle him. She sat, head high with her fore hooves on his chest, and began slowly rocking on his groin. It wasn't long before he was growing and feeling her rocking more and more. His cock began poking at her entrance and she shifted to begin sliding her moistening slit up and down his shaft.

A gasp escaped Lyra as she began grinding a little bit harder. Salty felt a harder bump begin sliding up and down his shaft. Each time Lyra slid forward, she made sure to drag the bump across the edge of Salty's tip. The teasing was driving him crazy, making him want so much more, yet denying it. Lyra's breathing became more ragged and her slit was dripping around the cock between her legs.

Then she came. Her hind legs tightened around Salty's sides. Her forelegs trembled, barely able to hold up her frame getting racked by uneven breaths. But Salty could only watch and stare at her face contorted in agonizing beauty, relishing the little death sweeping her soul.

The room was completely silent for that minute and Salty fell in love. He knew it wasn't going to happen. He knew what this was and that she was gonna be gone in the morning. But he allowed himself this once. This beautiful broken mare atop him deserved it.

She came down from her bliss and looked down at Salty Lime. Her smile was relaxed as she resumed her gentle rocking on Salty's shaft. Breathlessly, she addressed the stallion, "That was pretty good, stud. But I'm not one to just take." She leaned down and slid forward, placing his tip at her entrance and her muzzle in front of his. "Just gotta take it slow." She smiled and pecked his lips, then pressed into his tip.

It slipped in easily and Salty couldn't help but grunt at the heat searing his tip. Lyra slowly wiggled her hips and pushed herself down inch by inch. She took deep slow breaths and kept pushing, wrapping her tight pussy around the throbbing rock hard flesh. It took all of Salty's self control to not jam his cock in as hard as he could.

Salty was nearly ready to blow by the time Lyra had him hilted in her hot box. She laid there feeling him and adjusting to him. He could feel her muscles trying to get used to his presence. "I'm sorry. Just give me a minute."

Salty brought his hooves up and wrapped them around her. "It's fine. Take your time." He kissed the top of her head and rubbed her back. Soon she began rocking again. Salty felt her pussy instantly start lubing itself up around his cock. The hot, slick walls milked his cock and all he could do was grunt in response.

She gripped his chest in her hooves and began sliding slowly up and down his length. He felt his cock pulled by it's base every time she slid up and he felt his head squeeze through exquisite velvet each time she slid down. Salty matched her movements and soon they were synchronized in their lovers’ dance.

He held her close while she panted her hot breath into his chest. The slaps of their groins became audible and this spurred them further. Lyra lifted herself and began slamming herself down into Salty as hard as she could. Salty thrust up to meet her each time and soon felt the pressure in his core.

"I'm close, Lyra." He was panting but he was sure she heard him. "Lyra." The pressure was getting to be too much. He felt himself reach the point of no return and cried out, "Oh Lyra!"

Lyra slammed down one more time and pulled Salty up into a deep kiss as he exploded inside her. Each shot was a torrent met with a passionate tongue wrestling his own. Then he felt her pussy clench as her breath seized in her throat. Her shuddering body sucked in air sporadically around their entwined tongues as her pussy began milking Salty and drawing out his own intense orgasm.

After an eternity and yet far too soon, their orgasms subsided and they fell to their sides on his bed. They held each other and didn't even try to move as they dozed off, both of them grateful for the other pony in their hooves.

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Salty Lime woke up to an empty bed. He knew that was going to happen. It always happened. He got up and showered, and brushed his teeth. His cutie mark caught his eye in the mirror and he looked at it for a minute or two. With a sigh, he went to the kitchen and made his breakfast for one, just like he did every day.

After eating, he washed his dishes and put them away. He walked to his door and looked back to take in his empty apartment. It was small and exactly what he needed for a bachelor's life. He smiled weakly and walked out the door.

He was going to talk with Bon Bon today. Lyra was a great mare and Bon Bon was stupid for giving up in that, no matter what strange beliefs she had. His smile grew and he began to walk confidently. He liked helping ponies. He liked to see others happy. He was going to pour himself out once more for a friend, just like that empty bottle on his flank. He just wished it would hurt less to do it.