Why Sassy Saddles

Sassy lifted her head up and looked about. She was laid in a grassy meadow on the top of a gently rolling hill. A thick fog hung in the air, creating a dome of existence around her, no more than 50 yards wide. The air smelled moist but fresh, and only silence could be heard. That was until she heard the sound of distant footsteps. They were imperceptible at first, but they were getting nearer and louder. The sound did not match that of a pony. The rhythmic rustling through the grass sounded like a bi-pedal creature. Sassy's breath caught in her throat as an unmistakable silhouette appeared through the fog. It was Anon. The only human. She sat up, wanting to get up and run over to him. To her dismay though, she found that she could not stand up. Her body would not let her. The most she could will herself to do was straighten her forelegs, bringing herself into a sitting position. Anon was now clearly visible. He had a purposeful stride and a calming smile on his face. He rapidly closed the distance and soon was in her immediate proximity.

“What's a pretty mare like you doing way out here?” The man said.

He knelt down in front of the sitting pony, their eyes now level with each other. Their breaths mixed as Anon leaned in closer to Sassy. She didn't know what to say. Her mind had been short circuited by the sight and smell of Anon being so close to her. He smelled amazing. It was a smoky musk which filled her senses and made her heart race. She couldn't stand his intense gaze. She looked down, away from his face, and her ears flattened backward timidly, and a deep red blush formed on her cheeks.

“I don't know Anon. I think I'm lost.”

She was feeling a whole range of strange emotions she had never felt before. Her face betrayed that she was lost in more than just a physical sense.

Anon put his hand under her chin, gently lifting it up so their eyes were forced once again to meet. The noses of the pair hung merely an inch away.

“You're not lost anymore Sassy Saddles,” Anon cooed softly.

He reached out with his other arm, subtly shifting into a lunge position. His hand touched the back of Sassy’s shoulder, applying more pressure as it ran around her barrel. The touch sent a shiver down Sassy’s spine as he passed over it, and she took in a short sharp breath as Anon tightened his grip around her upper body.

Her face felt hot and her head spun as she was forced to stare at Anon. The tiny distance between them was closing. She wanted so much to kiss him but was too nervous to finally close the gap. Luckily, the human had other ideas. He leaned forward, closing the last remaining inch. Sassy’s eyes went wide as she felt her lips against his. Her mind panicked and she almost pulled away, but she quickly found he was not aggressive like she was expecting. The kiss was soft and gentle. It made her feel safe whilst also being fantastically exciting.

Sassy kissed back, reciprocating the soft movements of his lips. It was a timid thing really. No tongues or mixing of fluids, a delicate connection which lasted but a few seconds before they pulled away. Sassy sat there panting lightly. Not to draw breath after the kiss though. No, she realised it was just a symptom of the ever increasing heat in her body. It made her feel weak, like her knees might buckle, and the ecstatic nervousness grew in her mind as a question came to her.

“Anon, do you love me?” She asked the man.

“Yes, I certainly do. Who couldn't love a pretty mare like you?” Anon said, his calm confident tone, showing he really was genuine.

Despite the recent kiss, her lips suddenly felt dry. The words had difficulty forming as she tried to reply. ‘Why was it so difficult to be open?’ she thought. She pushed the doubts to the back of her mind. She had to reply.

“I …I think I love you too Anon.” She said in a meek tone.

‘You think’ Sassy immediately winced at her words. She was 100% sure she liked him, but still couldn’t say it without indecision. Sassy cursed her own weakness, failing to notice that Anon was smiling at her.

“Well you’ll enjoy this then,” he said, and pushed his lips back against Sassy's muzzle.

He was more passionate this time, pressing harder, and opening his mouth and pushing with his tongue, trying to find entrance. Sassy Saddles reciprocated, opening her mouth and letting him in. The intimacy of the action made her adrenaline rush, as well as heighten the arousal she was feeling. Her tongue fought back, dancing into the human’s mouth. She could feel his sharp teeth. It reminded her that the human was likely not entirely a herbivore and was much stronger than her. It was something she knew really, but feeling it made her heart race, and her neither regions tingle.

Anon reached out with his other arm and ran his fingers down her back. The lean muscles on her back twitched as his hands ran down between them. Electricity shot down her spine as the touch traced down it, her eyes closed and rolled backunder her eyelids at the sensation, and she let out a sensual moan, which was almost entirely muffled by Anon’s face. Anon stopped his hand just before arriving at Sassy's flank; as was his plan. He suddenly gripped the lowest part of Sassy's back and using his other hand around her shoulders, pulled her in towards him until their torsos pressed up against each other.

Sassy let out an ‘eep’ at the sudden movement and the forceful gripping of Anon’s hand, however she maintained the kiss. She was afraid of losing the feeling forever if they stopped, and with Anon on one knee they were now the perfect height for each other.

Sassy was pretty sure the movement had left a wet streak on the ground. Not that she particularly cared. All she cared about was Anon in front of her, and how close their bodies now were. She wished the kiss would never end.

On a puffy cloud above the two lovers, another mare lounged. She was a midnight blue Alicorn and had been watching the scene unfold. She wore a mute smile on her face, as she had a plan forming in her head. ‘Yes’ she thought. ‘I can beat my niece at her own game.’ She looked around at the encroaching darkness, a sign of a rapidly decaying dream. Luna let out a sigh, before lighting her horn and teleporting to another dream. One she hoped would be less … heated.

Sassy kissed Anon for about 20 seconds before Anon took his hands off of her. She immediately miss the feeling of being gripped in his embrace, but she still hung onto the kiss. Comfort was restored to her when he put his hands back on her shoulder.

“Sassy Saddles” Anon spoke.

Wait, how was he speaking? Their mouths were locked together.

“It's time to wake up.” The voice spoke.

Sassy open her eyes, but her vision was now blurry. Blinking a few times, she realised that Anon was now standing over her and she was lying down. Sassy looked past the end of her muzzle, and where a mouth used to be, there was now an old woolly blanket. There was a significant wet patch on it, where her mouth had been. She also suspected that this was not the only wet patch the poor blanket had sustained. Realising the situation, she lifted her head up and tried to make a coherent response.

“What time is it? She mumbled, still drowsy from recently waking up.

“About 5:00am. Time to get this machine back to your friend Rarity.” With the end of that statement he decided to leave the room. Anon didn't want her to see the blush that was plastered on his face.

Sassy let out a breath. She thanked Celestia that he had not moved any further into the room, or questioned what the weird smell was. Having to explain that it was her pussy, now slick after a dirty dream about him, made her cringe. She suddenly realised she was straddling a blanket and quickly kicked it off of her before jumping out of bed. Sassy did her best to hide the wet spots on both ends off the blanket to little avail. She would just have to hope he didn't come back in here anytime soon. She stood up straight, composed herself, and walked out into the workshop.

Anon had gone over to the workbench to pack the sewing machine into its box. The thing sure was heavy. ‘Maybe I could carry it for her.’ Anon thought.

It's really the least he could do. Plus, he would get to walk with Sassy, see the shop, and meet Rarity. Anon then saw the party invitation for Saturday night on the table in front of him. He frowned. Cogs and gears turned in his head as he formulated an idea. Anon smirked as the thought process came to a conclusion. It was more of a fantasy really, rather than an idea. Subtly, he reached for the card and tried to act inconspicuous as he reached round and placed it in his back pocket.

Sassy was also trying to act natural as she reached around. Only she was levitating some sheets of paper towel, trying to clean up her rear end before he or anybody else noticed it. She did a slap dash job, aware that Anon’s mind would only be occupied with the machine for a short while. She remained quiet as she levitated the defiled tissues over to the large black bin, and wished them goodbye forever. At least she seriously hoped so. Sassy, with a newfound confidence now that her marehood was dry(ish), wondered over to Anon. She was ready to face the day. Functioning on four hours of sleep wasn't too bad. She had done it many times before, although she tried not to make a habit of it.

“I guess you better load me up with the precious cargo then,” said Sassy, gesturing to the box.

Anon looked at Sassy and then back at the machine, before picking it up and man handling it into a large netted duffel bag which could also be worn as a backpack.

“Absolutely not Sassy. I saw how fatigued you were on the way down here. I consider it part of the brilliant service at Anon’s 24 hour masterful repair workshop!”

Sassy snorted. She wasn't sure whether he was trying to be funny or not, but the statement was humorous, and she couldn't help it.

Anon wasn’t trying to be funny. He was dead serious about trying to persuade her to let him carry the box. As happens though when you're with someone you like, he just sort of went along with it. Plus, it helped relieve some of the tension that still hung in the air from earlier. He was grateful for it, but it didn't mask the fact he was still steadfast on the matter.

“Come on then. Times a’ wasting.” Anon said, moving to the door and hauling the heavy object onto his back. He didn't give Sassy any say in the matter. She looked like she was going to protest, but Anon had already stepped outside. She stared into space for a little while before she closed her mouth and scuttled after him. ‘I really shouldn't let him’ she thought. ‘He’s been awake the whole night’. However, she knew there was no stopping him. She selfishly admitted that she liked the idea of not having to say goodbye to him just yet.