Happy Horny Holidays

Dusk Shine and Toasty warm both pretended not to stare at Elusive as he sank his member into Hot Cocoa's marehood.

Moving off his lap, the kirin had taken the seat next to him on the sofa, a move for which Dusk was infinitely grateful. There was no way she wouldn't have noticed his boner if she had stayed, and even now Dusk crossed his legs, doing a terrible effort of hiding the tent in his pants.

The only other creature in the room who was still fully clothed was Toasty Warm, who was similarly trying to hide her arousal. With her legs closed tightly together, she covered her lap with a pillow as she pretended not to sneak peeks at the many pairs that boldly fucked in front of her and Dusk. She couldn't help but bite her bottom lip and rub her thighs together as Rainbow Blitz pilled his cock from Snowfall's ass, slapping the cum-soaked shaft against the dragon's bubble butt.

Dusk would have liked to pretend that he was put off by the orgy erupting before him, that he was a modest, respectable pony who wouldn't stand for this sort of thing, but enough of Applejack's honesty had rubbed off on him that he had to face the truth when it was so plain to him.

He was turned on by what he was seeing. He wanted to be a part of it.

And of all the mares at the party, the one he wanted to do it with the most was Toasty Warm.

Of course, he couldn't just come out and say that to her! He wanted to ask her, of course, but a million doubts filled his mind, swarming through his head like a swarm of parasprites, paralyzing him into inaction. He was afraid of rejection, afraid she might think he was a pervert and not want to even be friends anymore, afraid she'd say "yes" but then he'd be a disappointment to her.

Academically, Dusk knew he was being silly. You're catastrophizing, he thought, you always do this, you want something but then you get struck by analysis paralysis. But knowing that didn't make it any easier to overcome his anxiety.

Then a thought clicked in his brain, and suddenly all his doubts went quiet.

Pinkie and Bori had organized this party using reindeer magic. They had put Dusk together with Toasty with the foreknowledge, divined by the gift-givers of the grove, that they were perfect for one another. In any other case, there were a million possible outcomes to his asking Toasty, but now he had a guarantee that the only outcomes were positive.

Heartened with the knowledge that logic was on his side, Dusk reached over and gently squeezed Toasty's hand. The kirin snapped her gaze away from Applejack, who was raising his hips off of Yule Log's tender shaft. She blushed, ashamed that Dusk Shine had caught her watching the debauchery around them.

Dusk put his trust in the idea that whatever he said, by the logic of the reindeer magic, would be the perfect thing to say to Toasty. He blurted out the first thing that came to mind as he looked into Toasty's eyes.

"I want you."

Dusk was just as amazed as Toasty with the bluntness of his admission. "Wow," she squeaked, fidgeting with her glasses. "You're not just saying that, are you? I'm not...well, what I mean is...I'm--"

"Perfect," Dusk finished for her. He practically pounced on her, his mouth mashing into hers. For an instant, she went stiff as a board, shocked by his advance. But after a second, she pushed back, matching his hungry lips with her own. Her hands reached for his arms, holding Dusk Shine tight against her. As his mouth went from her lips to her chin, he heard Toasty whisper, "Oh my Goddess, this is really happening, isn't it?"

"Mmhmm," Dusk wordlessly confirmed through closed lips. Gasping between kisses, he added, "I can't believe how hot you are."

"That's sweet, but..." Toasty trailed off, turning her head away. Dusk paused, wondering what was wrong. She continued, "You don't have to say that. It's not like I'm pretty or anything."

Dusk Shine blinked in disbelief. He knew how hard it was being a bookworm. The same insecurities and anxieties had plagued him all his life. It had taken a lot of help from his friends to conquer his own lack of self-confidence, his body image problems, his feelings of inadequacy...

But surely, despite that, Toasty had to realize how gosh-darned beautiful she was!

Dusk decided to show her how sexy she really was in the best way his lust-addled mind could think of at that moment. "Hey," he nodded towards his lap, "does this look like I don't think you're pretty?"

By now, Dusk had uncrossed his legs. Looking down, Toasty saw the tent in his pants. He made no effort to hide how hard he was now. In fact, he spread his legs and tilted his hips up to emphasize his bulge, wanting Toasty to see just how worked up she had gotten him.

It did the trick. Her eyes widened as she stared, her glasses nearly falling off her face as she looked down. "Holy smokes," she commented, "You're telling me that's because of me?"

"Yeah," he answered as she reached down and put her hand against him. He clenched his jaw, trying not to cry out as she felt him, rubbing her palm over his hard cock, with only his clothes between his penis and her soft skin.

"It's so big," she whispered, running her hand down his length from base to tip. The words awakened some macho, alpha-male impulse that Dusk rarely exhibited, but now it overwhelmed him.

"Take your top off," he ordered. His tone brooked no argument, but Toasty was more than willing to take the next step with Dusk. Grabbing the hem of her sweater, she lifted it above her head. She wormed around as the collar caught on her horn, blinding herself behind a layer of wool.

"It's stuck," she explained, her eyes hidden under the sweater's long neck. "Maybe if I -- Aaahh!!"

Toasty squealed as Dusk, too impatient to wait for her to untangle herself, mashed his open mouth into one of her boobs. Her bra darkened around his lips as his spit soaked into it, rubbing her nipple with his tongue. She tumbled onto her back as he pressed against her, worshipping her with his mouth. Around the room, a few of Dusk's friends saw and held back laughter at the sight of Dusk Shine ravishing the a-dork-able kirin mare.

Eventually, Toasty managed to free herself from the sweater, greeted by the sight of Dusk moving to suck her other tit through her bra. "Wait!" she pleaded. Dusk was loath to keep himself from her breasts for even a second, but decided it was worth it when Toasty slipped out of her bra.

Pulling her bra up rather than unclasping it, Dusk was treated to a marvelous titty-drop as Toasty's boobs sprung from their confines, bouncing free for him to see. Dusk drove his face into her chest like a pig searching for truffles. He wanted to taste her, to smell her, to suck and kiss her. He wanted to do everything to her. All the while, Toasty made the cutest noises, yelping and squeaking as he explored every inch of her chest.

She moaned, her voice echoing from the roof. She felt wonderful. There was a physical pleasure, sure, but more important was the pleasure of having a stallion want her and only her, and for that stallion to be one as perfect as Dusk Shine. She thought he was the hottest stallion in the room. Sure, he might not be as muscled as Stocking Stuffer or as glamorous as Elusive, but none of that mattered. He was exactly her type. His awkward charm, the spark of intelligence in his eyes, and even the smell of his mane made her heart flutter. There was nowhere she'd rather be than right there, nocreature she'd rather be with than him.

And she wanted all of him.

"I want to see it," she said, pushing Dusk away from her breasts. He looked confused, trying to figure out what she meant. Seeing she'd have to spell it out for him, she explained, "I want to see your..."

She paused, shyly looking away. It seemed silly to get embarrassed when they had come this far, but she still blushed as she finished the sentence.

"Penis."

Dusk Shine's hands flew to his belt with a speed that even Rainbow Blitz would be impressed by. With all the boldness he could muster, he undid his belt. He was raging hard -- heck, he'd been hard as soon as Pinkie sat Toasty Warm down on his lap.

Giving Toasty what he thought would be the best view, Dusk got up on his knees, kneeling on the couch cushion as Toasty sat up. He unzipped his fly , his heart racing. He gripped the waistbands of his pants and underwear. Toasty watched with rapt attention, now wanting to miss a moment of the grand reveal. Taking a deep breath, Dusk pulled his pants down.

*Thwap!*

Free from the prison of his underwear, Dusk's cock swung up, slapping against his belly as it sprung out from his undies. Toasty stared at the purple shaft, mouth agape. It wasn't just straight -- Dusk was so hard that his cock actually curved along its length. She gulped, imagining the benefits of a shape like that, how it could get into every nook and cranny.

"I--" Toasty caught herself, looking up so that she was clearly speaking to Dusk Shine, and not just to his dick. "I love it."

Dusk gasped as she demonstrated her point by touching him, reaching a hand down to gingerly stroke his length. She squeezed it gently, cupping it, weighing it, getting a feel for it. It wasn't quite a handjob; Toasty was trying to take in every aspect of Dusk's penis. She wanted to know everything about it. Its length, its warmth, how the color at its base compared to the color at its tip, the size of his balls.

It occurred to Toasty that she was basically giving Dusk a physical examination, albeit an extremely thorough one. Realizing she ought to be acting a little more sexy, she blushed beet red. "Geez, you must think I'm such a nerd," she apologized before moving her hand to stroke him more conventionally.

"That's okay!" Toasty was taken aback as Dusk blurted out a response. He shakily added, "I'm - I'm a nerd too!" Toasty blinked at him in surprise, then blushed all over again as he added, "And...I like that you're a nerd."

He leaned down to kiss her, treasuring all the little sensations: the feeling of her glasses bumping into his face, the heat of her breath through her nose, the scent of her mane.

"Just do what feels right. I promise I'll love it." Nodding over to where Bori was finally lifting herself off of Pinkie Pie, Dusk added, "And that promise is guaranteed by reindeer magic."

Toasty digested the full implications of what Dusk had just said. It wasn't just some platitude to get her to relax, he was pointing out that there was magic at play that basically circumvented causality, predicting that her every impulse would be a good one.

So she decided to listen to her impulses.

All of them.