Furs

Freckles are sexy.

He can admit that, in this moment, as the tawny mare sashayed toward his bed. She tossed the Stetson off to the side, making a ringer on the bathroom door’s handle. She flashed a confident easy smile on her well-shaped muzzle. Expressive green eyes, half-lidded and so like his, smoldered like emeralds in front of a flame. Thick blonde locks fell along her forehead with the majority of the remainder pulled back in a ponytail and bound at the end. For a mare that evoked the idea of ‘unbridled strength’, the effort of that tie was truly commendable.

He swallowed, the apple of his throat bobbing with the effort. It visibly disrupted the lie of the fur and brought an almost predatory smirk to the mare. He watched transfixed as she reared up and placed both of her forehooves on the mattress at the foot of the bed. An easy hop brought her fully up onto the bed, powerful hind legs hardly acknowledging the effort to propel her. She made a subtle motion with her hoof, staring at him intently, lifting it and moving it from side to side. Another swallow and then he opened his hind legs as he leaned back against the splintered headboard. His heavy satchel dropped to the mattress looking for all intents and purposes like a grocery bag with two cantaloups falling casually onto the bed. Well, that might be a bit of an exaggeration, but apples certainly aren’t a fitting descriptive fruit. Oranges? Tangerines? Would that have been offensive to the owner of those sizable orbs? She licked her lips and let her eyes wander a bit higher to the full sheath and the pink and maroon mottled tip starting to come out.

She flipped her mane around, which was impressive in and of itself, and batted her eyelashes. “Gettin’ excited?”

He nodded, dumb and mute, as she crossed the distance between them. Her muzzle ran alongside his, a soft, intimate brushing of fur before a husky, lustful voice whispered in his ear, “Ah like excited.” Her forehoof lifted and rested briefly on his shoulder before following the limb down to the hoof. She gave it a squeeze and brought it over to his lap, pressing his fetlock to his sheath and guiding it in a few slow strokes. “Ah wantcha tah get real excited.” The nip at the tip of his ear brought him back to the here and now and his fetlock started to move against himself. “Good.” She pulled her head back, letting the fur of their cheeks intermesh and drag against each other as they part. She planted a peck of a kiss on his nose and turned away.

He doesn’t really want that, and he reached for her, but the surprisingly heavy tail batted his hoof away. “Not yet. Yah got yerself tah touch. Fer now.” Strong, well-proportioned hips retreated from him, the long tail swishing from side to side as she slowly walked to the corner of the bed. She looked back over her shoulder and tossed him a wink before an effort of concentration and tail control brings the limb between her hind legs, tucked under her like a scared filly, but it’s soon apparent any shaking isn’t from fear as she slowly draws it up and back against herself. She voiced a throaty moan that was perhaps half performative as thick hair and flesh was drawn across her nethers and was left slightly damper than before. She reared up and caught the post at the corner of the bed with her forelegs and made a slow gyration of her hips. The tip of her tail brushed her folds before flicking up over her back.

His gulp was audible.

Her tail flagged, falling in front of her hips as she surrendered control of it to gravity. She realized a little late that gravity had a lot of control over this particular tail and her dock pulled taut, the lightly furred underside of her tail tensed, the muscles underneath coming into stark relief as she tried to regain a bit of the surrendered control. The tug from above distorted the perky star below the tail, deforming the pucker into a tight vertical slit just above the other tight, vertical slit. The crack of a well-proportioned ass transitioned to a soft mound of fur. The slow swiveling of her hips caused a slight parting that revealed succulent pink flesh hidden away by the soft orange fur.

His stroking quickened and he licked his lips.

When she looked back at him, she winked. Twice. He heard his heartbeat in his ears. The stroking became fully automatic, absentminded. It was something he was told to do, and he continued it while his full focus is on the athletic mare presenting herself to him. It didn’t register just how long those strokes were becoming, the girth of the rapid emergence pulsing against his fetlock. He watched and he stroked, and he imagined what would come next.

For her part, she was no dancer. Not that kind of dancer, anyway, though she kept a secret about youthful ballet experience buried in her closet. This kind of dancing wasn’t a skill she’d honed other than in a few instances like this across the span of a lifetime. When there was passion and love, do you really need to jump through hoops to be arousing? Well, perhaps it would be better if she did this more often. There was something empowering about making the sensual movements, displaying herself for him and hearing the effects of her efforts on his breathing and the occasional soft moan. It emboldened her, increased the enthusiasm for each motion. Hips moving, tail swishing, bed complaining… her hoof went to step a bit more to the side to spread her out a bit more for his eyes and…

The corner of the mattress lacked a certain amount of real estate.

Wings she didn’t have try to flare out and it did very little. Her hard-won reflexes didn’t completely fail her, and she managed a strong grip of the post with a fetlock. She turned her fall into momentum and propelled herself around the post. The centrifugal force added enough juice to the motion to get her around the empty space and let her hind hooves find purchase back on the mattress. She even managed to make it look somewhat, if not entirely, intentional. She hugged the bedpost and leaned her head against it as she looked at him directly. “Wings would be good for balance.” She started to chuckle, though it died as she let herself really look at the crimson pony in front of her.

The red workhorse was huge, but not in the chiseled, manicured way of a professional body builder. There was no bulbousness to the body, no hard lines of starkly defined muscle. It was an easy, soft, natural strength that came through from that body. A feeling that it could go from soft to hard at any moment. That comfortable chest and thick limbs going from tender embrace to a steel grip in the span of an impassioned heartbeat. Soft to hard. Soft to hard.

Something else was definitely hard.

The ponderous pendulum that was the largest set of balls she’d seen in her life should have somewhat prepared her for the sheer scale of it. The soft velvet of his pouch was a deep red, almost to the point of blackness. The contrast from his brighter coat made the shaft cradled in his fetlock even easier to pick out. It seemed to be pressing out from within itself on all sides, pulsing with a desire to get even larger than it already was. Ligaments and veins popped under the skin, demanding attention as her eyes worked their way up from the base. The first splotch of pink caught her attention as her gaze tripped over the pronounced medial ring. The mottled splotches became more frequent up to a pronounced, fully pink tip. It gave the endowment something a bit whimsical and it almost makes her giggle. Pink on a cock, how adorable!

Something so large shouldn’t be thought of as adorable, or at least it should never be voiced to the stallion.

She gave a low whistle, and the air tickles his crotch. She hadn’t even processed that she’d closed the distance, had no recollection of settling down on her belly between his hinds. It’s so much bigger up close and reaching out to run her hoof up the underside of the throbbing member cemented the scale of it. “Holy hay…”

“Eeyup.”

She stretched her neck forward, rubbing her muzzle into the space between the base of his shaft and the top portion of his scrotum. She nuzzled into him and took a deep breath. His natural musk was almost intoxicating, the smell of clean sweat, hard work, masculine virility, and apples. She moved the hoof not exploring the underside of his length under his balls. The two biggest apples she’d every felt. They could only be apples now; no other fruit could possibly be compared. She kissed and nibbled his satchel, and he squirmed at the pleasure. A dribble of his building excitement rolled down the underside of his rod and against her hoof. She nodded to herself, though the action parted the boys with her chin, and she pulled back.

She wriggled herself over to the nightstand, leaning off the bed to rummage inside. Her rump bounced excitedly, giving the stallion ample proof of her own arousal as he sees a glistening path dribbled down the insides of her thighs. She came up victoriously with a tube in her mouth. She smirked around the obstruction as she almost pranced back to him.

He put on his most suave smile. “You know the best lubricant is…”

“Eenope.” There’s a singsong quality to the muffled word as she bit down on the bottle and squirted an excessive, messy stream of lube on his twitching stallionhood.

“Luna’s teats, that’s cold!” The words erupted from him without accent and the slow stroking of his erect member quickly increases in speed in the hopes some friction will jack the heat up.

She rolled her eyes and spat the bottle off to the side. “Don’t be a big baby. ‘Sides, a bit of shrinkage ain’t gonna do any harm with that thing.” She gave him a rather solid shoulder check that knocked him onto his side. The headboard might be a bit broken from earlier, but it still gave her something to hold onto. She braced her hind legs, spread a bit more than hip width apart and flagged her tail over her lower back. The far end of it dropped on his cutie mark as he struggled to his hooves. She drew a little heart around the apple there and lets her coy smile spread. Her eyes softly narrowed, going half-lidded and beckoning. “It’s plowing time. Git’up.”

He obliged.

The bed was of sturdy construction, but it couldn’t help but protest a bit as he rolled to his hooves and walked around the mare posted up against the headboard. It had been made for pegasi and even very enthusiastic pegasi experimenting together don’t find ways to emulate this kind of sheer mass. The bed seemed to give a little too much with each step and that might have worried him. However, so much of his blood was elsewhere that the thought just couldn’t find traction in his brain.

He approached from behind, stalking the femininely rounded but strongly built butt. A wink of encouragement and he crossed the remaining space between them. His muzzle tilted down, bringing the cool of his nose against her button and a quick flick elicits a muffled little gasp. His tongue slipped out and ran along the sensitive nub and she shudders. He continued sliding his tongue upwards, splitting the mound and gathering the wet, sweet taste of mare across the whole of his senses. His entire mouth was mare, and he loved it. He could live in these folds, but an impatient nicker and a light kick of a tawny orange hindleg against one of his fores had him raising his head more. He ran his chin along her croup then tucked his chin to give a whoomph out his nostrils and against her dock. It was a heavy, hot breath that surprised even him. Like bellows working deep inside. His arousal was at a peak and his eager shaft slapped against his belly.

She blushed at the sound of hoofless applause.

He mounted her, and he was deliciously heavy. Solid in all the good ways but still soft. The gliding of his soft fur against her rear, ruffling the fur against the grain. The orange hinds somehow resisted buckling under the stallion’s slow climb. A huge red forehoof came to rest beside hers, gripping the headboard and bracing some of the bulk not on her. The other hoof rested on her withers and rubs, right between her shoulder blades in a place where two sets could be. A place that would have driven a pegasus mad.

His voice was a low base, it rumbles in her ear as a foreign sound that takes a moment to find recognition in her mind. “Yer mah sister.”

Her ears perked and she suppressed an emotion. She also managed to hold onto the headboard which kept her hoof from striking her face. “You have a sister, let’s not focus too much on that aspect of this.” She started to add to the thought, but his cock tightened up, sending it to slap against his belly with arousal again, but this time she was in between it. It’s a solid slap between the teats.

“Eeright. Stick tah plowin’.” He pulled his hips back and altered the angle, prodding up toward her. The flat head of his penis slid up her thigh and pressed against her femininity. Against a very large percentage of her femininity all at once. Her eyes widened, sudden geometry working behind those green irises. Calculations on volume and elasticity and sudden concern as the head pressed against her. It kissed her entrance like Rainbow Crash kissed the runway on the first landing off a new trick. Her whole body rocked forward.

“Hey, easy! Slow.” She spread her hind legs a bit wider still. “You really need to aim that thing.”

She could almost hear the blush.

“Ee-ummm. Should I switch? There was a yellowy one with an apple mark that was smaller…”

His mouth gets closed by her forehoof reaching up to smoother his lips. “Ah ain’t tappin’ out, just be easy. Alright.”

“Sorry.” He postured up a bit more and looked down at her. She turned her head back to look at him best she can and her eyebrow quirked to a very impressive degree. “Ah mean… Eeyup. Just gettin’ used to the big tool. Ah reckon.”

“That’s more like it.” She turned back to face the wall. “That’s what ah want tah hear.”

Line up, let his tip track in on the wet heat to find the right angle into her waiting tract, a soft press to seat him against her then a firmer hoof to work his massive flare into her until he breaches her resistance and the head and a portion of the thinner shaft drive inside… that’s how it worked in his mind.

That would have been smooth… it was not smooth.

She was not strongly braced at the moment, having turned away from the wall to speak. She wasn’t quite ready. He was eager, lustful, and a bit careless. His broad tip rolled over her mound, and he needed to be inside her. He thrusted. His hind legs giving powerful force to the brash action, the overbroad tip misaligned. It jabbed upwards, not enough to rebound under her tail, but above the goal. Between two orifices, the most solid part of his flare found the space between and transferred the whole of the force into horizontal movement.

Her face finished off what her hoof had started earlier, the headboard snapping in two. Her forehead left a nice dent in the drywall.

“Buckitty fuckin’ appleshit!” She folded like a house of cards, cradling her head.

“Oh, shit!” He stood over her transfixed for a moment, wincing. “Are you…” He trusted himself to lift a heavy hoof and rub between her shoulders. “Are you alright?”

She wriggled under him, flipping to her back and still rubbing her forehead. “Ow.”

“Sorry.” The hangdog expression managed to drag down the whole of his face, it was a very large face.

“That was the definition of ‘not easy’ there, Champ.” She alternated scrunching up her face and stretching it out in a yawn, ensuring everything still worked.

“I know. I’m sorry. I got excited. Too excited. Didn’t know my own strength and..”

She cut him off with a forehoof pressed to his lips which slowly shifted over to rub his cheek. “’Ah’. Yer accent’s slippin’.” She winks. “Also, Ah was thar. Ah know what happened, aight? Now don’t you go worryin’ none, cause that dog won’t hunt.” She hoped that meant what she wanted it to mean.

“Eeyup.” His ears were still folded back, but he managed a nod.

“Good. Ah was worried yah was goin’ soft on me.” She smirked and proved that she still had all her teeth. None even looked loose.

“It’s just Ah care for yah an…” His mouth snapped closed, and his full body shuddered as something rubbed against his still dangling length.

“Ah meant more as a literal thing.” Her forelegs encircled his broad neck, tightening enough to bring soft orange lips to the confused red pair. Little encouraging pecks as first, pressing more insistently with time. Soft and supple against the rougher lips of the stallion. His slowly parted as his mind caught up, giving in to the insistence from below and deepening the kiss.

Beneath him, the smaller mare pulled her hind legs up, pressing one hoof to the side of his base, braced against his pelvis and giving her some easy control over the back half of his body. A little press and lift with a surprisingly strong hind leg had his hips back where she wanted them. It let her stretch up her other hind leg, running the softly furred pastern along the full length of his mottled pride. It hadn’t given up too much during the lull. Not going soft at all. Her hind hoof explored him, and she moaned muffled approval into the kiss. It elicited a similar response from him.

He broke the kiss to suck in needed air. “What…” He swallowed and his eyes close, his length jumped in her loose grip, slapping up against his belly with a meaty thwack. “What are yah doin’.”

Her smirk intensified into something blending cavalier and coy. “Oh? Just strokin’ yer dick and tryin’ really hard not tah compare it to tha size of mah hind leg.” The hind leg in question stroked down him then back up again, finding particular interest in the pronounced medial ring. She bit her lower lip and closed her eyes, living through the tactile sensation of her hoof along his girth and imagining what it could do, would do, to her.

He dipped his head down and tenderly nuzzles her cheek. She brought a hind hoof up on either side of it, hooking her fetlocks around it and pulled her hind legs in toward her body, the double grip between them working from his base toward his tip. Droplets of the excessive lube and his pre rained down on her belly. Little dots of cool landing on teats and pussy, a small pool forming in her navel. She hugged him a bit tighter and voiced something to him between a purr and a growl. “Fuck me.”

He nodded into her neck as shifted his bulk back. She splayed her hind legs, letting him settle down between them. His engorgement fell heavily on her belly, the bare rod of flesh hot against her. He drew it back, the underside smearing the dribbles and droplets along her taut belly as it plowed a furrow into her fur. An easily followable track along her midline going down to her most fertile patch. His medial ring tripped over her clit and she sucked in a pleasured gasp that brought a smile to the big red face hanging over hers. A smile like pride, playful and teasing. He continued the slow stroke back, the bottom of his flared tip digging into her navel, drawing a line between small teats, and again tripping over her pert nub before falling into line with her entrance. He reversed course and with abundant new caution, pressed his tip against her.

She’s drenched, and even slathered in lube it was almost not enough. He postured up, nearly sitting with one forehoof beside her to hold his weight. He looked down, the mottled rod straining against stretched lips that need to stretch further. It sent a twitch through the length of him that almost pulled him out of line. She had her forelegs curled up on her chest, biting her lip and with her eyes screwed shut, willing her body to relax in counterpoint to the look of pure concentration on her face. She was tall and long for a mare, big in a still feminine way. In this moment, though, she looked small, smaller than she had ever looked in this position. It stoked a fire and with his free foreleg, he swept up both of hers. He pressed them up over her head, pinning them both above her under his one huge hoof. Her thighs rested in the hollow between his stifles and his flanks, he snorted with an impassioned fire behind green eyes and thrusted into her. Hard.

The spongy ridges along the edge of his broad flare compressed as he drove it in, splitting her netherlips and stretching her entrance wide. The fleshy bulb of her clit stood erect as the flesh around it was pulled mercilessly tight as his fat head was rammed past her resistance. She couldn’t hold back a loud vocalization between a moan and scream as she was pinned to the mattress and penetrated. His head disappeared into her and the thinner rod that followed seems to give some relief to the abused entrance. Her labia folded around the intrusion as if to softly kiss the mottled red and pink cock in gratitude.

She wriggled under him on the impalement, forelegs pinned above her head by the singularly strong hoof. This bit of dominance was… new. Also, welcomed. “Celestia’s cunt… that’s a lot.”

A low base chuckle rolled out of him. “Ah thought you’d like it.” He scooted his hips forward, her hinds still stuck up in a V as they rode along the front of his thighs. He pressed in deeper, his medial ring kissing her lower lips. He held there a moment, both of them adjusting to it before a confident smile stretched across the mare’s muzzle and she gave a small nod.

He braced her hips in place by moving his supportive foreleg down and in, a flesh and blood piling locking her stationary before a hard push again split her flower near to sundering as the thicker ring is pushed through the opening. She bit her lower lip hard enough to taste copper but stifled herself from calling out as it kept coming. It was easier once the ring was inside, and the comparatively thinner portion followed behind. She felt stuffed, full, and there was still more. There’s so much, so deep, she could swear she could taste his cock. By the time she felt a pair of heavy balls resting on her ass, tickling her dock, she thought he must be trying to push out the top of her skull.

“Holy… hay…” She gasped it out between ragged breaths.

“Ah think yah already said that.” The confident swagger and rakish smile could potentially have been grating if she wasn’t in such bliss.

“Gimme a minute…” Her insides contracted and shifted around him, giving way and adjusting to the need to accommodate the massive intrusion. “…and kiss me.”

He lowered his head down to hers, pressing firm red lips to supple orange ones. They parted and eager tongues surged forward to press against, to dance with, and to taste each other. The slow, passionate kiss quickly devolved into a randy snog full of need and a certain recklessness. It was nearly a battle, and the mare was surprised to be on the losing side. Perhaps she should not be so shocked as her forelegs remained pinned above her head and the big red stallion continued to take his liberties. No chivalry, no sweetness, just a lust-mad male taking pleasure for himself. She’d been trying to get him to let himself go like this for years!

He pulled away from the kiss, breaking it off with a lack of warning that left her mouth slightly open. He kept her forelegs pinned and offers a quick “Ready?”

He didn’t wait for a response.

Her open mouth let out a surprised moan as he drew himself back and slammed in again. The boys swinging into her rear like a pair of wrecking balls, the heavy satchel slapping against her ass audibly and sending shivers up her inverted hind legs. His hips made the hardest impact, jolting her whole body up toward the shattered headboard. It was the first precursor thrust to what had been a fast, piledriving rhythm that started to fuck her across the bed. He half-stroked back until his medial ring was just inside her and then slammed it home. He humped like a dog, fast and furious. The pinned forelegs above her head got more and more slack as the sheets bunched up under her and her shoulders slid farther and farther up in the bed.

His breaths came in deep, ragged drags like the bellows of a forge or the gasping power of a steam locomotive. His eyes were screwed shut and he fucked. Hard and fast. The mare mewled in pleasure under him.

“Don’t… go off… half… cocked…” She managed to fit the words between jarring impacts. It was a blitz of pleasure and the spasming of her insides around him give proof to the fact that she’s already rolled through one needy orgasm and is on her way to a second.

“Full cockin’ it is.” He pressed out through gritted teeth and with herculean effort he pulled himself back from the edge. He postured up again and pulls his hips back. All the way back. He left only his flaring tip inside and then pressed the whole of it back into her in a smooth, powerful motion. He couldn’t help but watch, almost hypnotized, as he repeated the process. Almost out then all the way in. So much of his glistening, drenched flesh pulling out of her and then disappearing inside that tight little athletic body below him. He pressed her forelegs deeper into the mattress as he shifted his weight to it. It freed up his other foreleg and he rested that hoof on her belly, just above her teats and below her navel. He stroked himself through her and he could swear he felt the passage of his flared tip within her as it slid under his hoof. It made him shudder as she moaned. “Eeyup.”

He shifted his hoof back, the heel of it just above her mound. He moved his foreleg above her head down to brace against her shoulder, holding her firmly in place and giving her forelegs freedom they hadn’t had in a while. She didn’t seem to know what to do with them and had a look of momentary confusion before he slammed into her again.

The clap of their hips was loud, like a cannon shot. The impact jostled her hips and drove her stretched and exposed clit against the heel of his hoof, sending a bolt of lightning from her sex to her brain. The pleasure short-circuited her for a moment where she didn’t even register his next stroke out. A second lightning strike of pleasure jolted her out of her freeze and she threw her forelegs around his neck. Her whole body tightened up as she threw herself into the embrace as he knocked the bottom out of her. Full strokes, hard and fast and each slapping of balls reddened her ass and drove her clit hard against the back of his hoof. She was on fire.

She was burning up.

She was tensed up in a ball, clinging on to the big red workhorse and screaming incoherent encouragements in his ear.

Her first easy orgasm had caused her breathing to lose rhythm and her insides to quake. They’d rolled right on through it to now.

Now she was cumming so hard she couldn’t think in words.

At some moment, with her hind legs braced against his, he’d foregone the mattress entirely. A foreleg sliding under her and pulling her up against him as he sat upright. Easy strength lifted her up as she clung to his neck and gravity brought her down again, into the hard upward thrust. Over and over. She’d never been marehandled like this before. She buried her face in his neck and made noises that can only be described as just that. She was gushing, her whole body made of lightning as every nerve sent ecstatic reports and overloaded what her brain could compute until a singular thought of ‘YES!’ was all that existed.

His nostrils flared and whoomphs of hot breath blew through her hair. She’d cum… was it one long one or several intensely following each other? She didn’t know and didn’t care. Her existence was pleasure until it all became simply too much, and she went slack. Her body was unable to keep up the tenseness causing her to cling onto him so strongly. She pitched backward to land on the mattress with a pleasured wail rolling out of her as she pulled her face from the muffling fur of his neck. She gasped for breath, precious oxygen that would allow her to think and process it all.

He pulled his hips back and the twitchingly hard length of red and pink mottled flesh came free of her. It was drenched with her climax, and he panted.

“Holy… hay…”

“That’s… the third… time you’ve said that.” She heard the smirk in his voice as he said it. She made a weak swipe at him but didn’t have the energy to make it connect.

“Have I sworn by Cadence yet?”

“Eenope, an yer accent is slippin’.”

“Cadence’s… Cadence’s perky…” She shook her head. “Fuck it… Ah got nuthin’. That was…” She managed to raise her head to look at him with a smile. It faltered as she looked at him sitting there, still proudly stiff and with her starting to realize there isn’t a pleasant warm sensation inside her belly and dribbling down her ass toward the mattress. “Did you not?”

His ears splayed back, and he looked guiltily down at his still erect member.

“Seriously?” Her eyebrow cocks impressively.

“Earth pony stamina?” He gave a light chuckle and shrugged.

She shook her head. “What am Ah gonna do with you?” She held up a forestalling hoof. “Don’t answer that. Ah know.” She wriggled herself out from under him and dropped off the side of the bed, her hooves hitting the wood floor with a distinctive clop. She seated herself off to the side of the bed and patted the edge with a forehoof. She flashed him half-lidded, bedroom eyes and beckoned him over as she opened her mouth wide.

His body started to move even as his mouth started to protest. “Are…” He seated himself at the edge and reached a foreleg over to stabilize himself against the bedpost. His impressive length arched out over her shoulder and she looked it up and down. “Are yah sure? It’s been…”

She shushed him and slipped a hoof under his sack. She started to lightly fondle his balls across the frog of her hoof, bringing her other leg up towards the middle of him and seized him in her fetlock, stroking slowly. “It was flavored lube and…” She locked her eyes on his and lowered her muzzle down until his tumescent member occulted her vision. She ran a pleasantly warm tongue up the underside of him from medial ring to the ridge of his flare. “Besides, Ah taste delicious.”

She rained light kisses and tender little nibbles along the underside of his arousal while slowly stroking from ring to base with her leg. Her other hoof rubbed up under ample balls, kneading the heavy orbs to ease any bluing from their escapades without release. Such good boys. His scrotum tightened and squeezed at the hoofplay, eager to erupt and be free of the full load gathered within. She drew her head back and looked down the barrel of it, the pink tip pointed right at her muzzle. The head nearing full flare, the ridged crown around the flat tip broad and swollen to vivid pronouncement. The small cleft acting as a valley between his hole and the bottom of his cock’s plateau diverted a bead of pre down. It threatened to surrender to gravity and fall to the floor. Her warm tongue slid under it and saved it that fate, taking in the salty bead with a slow lick and bringing it into her mouth for consideration. She made a show of taking the taste of it, spreading it around her mouth as she looked up at him. His heart tried to both stop beating and beat all the faster simultaneously.

She held it steady, kneading his balls while supporting the arc of his endowment with a hoof in the middle. She opened her mouth, wide and wider still. She could probably swallow an apple whole with this mouth, but it still seemed almost not up to the task. It took a bit of effort to avoid the intrusion raking against her teeth as she takes it in, and it was not a prefect attempt. He didn’t seem to mind the brief scraping against them, though, on his way to the warmth of her willing mouth. It was a bit easier once the flare was in, her teeth didn’t threaten the shaft behind, and her lips closed around it. Tightening up her mouth around him compressed his flare and redoubled the pleasure as she started to bob her head on him. Slow to start, pressing down until his impossible head kissed the back of her throat then pulling away until the back of his flare tickles the backside of her teeth. She pumped her grip on his middle back and forth in counterpoint to the motions of her head. Pulling her hoof toward her as she went down on him and pushing back as she leaned away. The pace quickened as she got comfortable with the motions and the teasing of his balls continued unabated and unaltered by the blowjob at the other end.

He bit his lower lip, already starting to struggle. He looked down at the pretty orange thing sucking him off, blonde mane falling around the act and partially obscuring his view. His hind hooves curled on the bed and he let out a deep, rumbling moan.

She enthusiastically increased the pace.

He rested a broad hoof on her head, pushing her fringe back between her ears so he could watch the streaks her lips are leaving on his shaft on each backstroke. The blitz before had nearly done him in and he was back on edge. Being cut ragged by it. His breath came in ragged gasps and his grip on her mane became tighter, verging on unpleasant. “Ah’m… Ah’m…”

He felt more than saw the little nod.

His sack tightened and the whole of him pulsed as he hit his climax. She felt the approaching torrent roll through his hose past her grip at the middle toward her mouth. His tip flared with it, pressing out in all directions and widening her mouth almost painfully. It altered the angle, and the first blast hit the roof of her mouth and blasted back toward her throat. It was hard to swallow with her mouth open and the first blast only partially made it down. There was a lot more coming behind it and she pulled back to protect her ability to breathe. The surges of hot spunk didn’t fully stop between spurts. As she pulled back, the stream coated her tongue and filled the trough of her mouth, dribbling lewdly off the front of her chin. Her tongue a little pink island in a lake of white. His second full-bodied spurt fired off as his tip went past her nose, painting her with a white mustache and threatening to clog her primary source of air as the thick semen shot with force into her nostrils. The tip was still on an upward arc as the second lull had him dribbling on the floor as she instinctively snorted to clear her sinuses, blowing cum back toward the edge of the bed and the pulsing balls she’s holding. Her’s eyes were luckily closed as his third spurt landed between them, splattering her forehead with an impact of jizz that was audible. She rocked forward a bit with a sputtering cough, her muzzle sliding under his tip as the remaining pumps of his climax launched ropes of white across her forehead and into blonde hair. He was still dribbling as she pulled away from his cock, white waterfalls rolling off both sides of her muzzle. She tentatively fluttered one eye open and squinted it again as a drip of spooge rolls down, falling from her eyebrow and landing in the long, defined eyelashes. “That’s a lot.”

He let himself fall back on the bed to pant with no answer. He heard the pulse of blood in his ears as he started so come down, and the sound of motion just off the bed. He didn’t have the energy to look. A weight settled itself down on his chest as his member retreated back into its sheath. He felt a hoof on his forehead, getting a grip, then an unzipping sound in his ears.

The orange mare leaned over the sweaty blue stallion’s face. She looked down with pretty green eyes and an orange face that was… quite a bit whiter now. Creamsicle. Several heavy drops of white fell from her face to land on his. He didn’t quail from it, not that he had the energy to if he cared. She smirked down at him. “So, Stud, how was it? How was fucking your Pie Mare?”

Soarin’ reached up with a still red hoof, wiping away some of his goo from her forehead and running his hoof back through her forelock. He found what he was looking for and pulled it, the somehow zipper pulling down to reveal the golden features below. He beamed up at her with love in his eyes. “Not as good as making love to my wife.”

Spitfire giggled, an actual true-to-Celestia giggle, and leaned in to press her nose lightly to his. “Good answer.”

The couple share a loving kiss.