Author's Note
I've written, and I've brought seafood for your imagination.
Also, I rush through the editing process a little bit. Lemme know if you find any mistakes.
Pool's Closed
Carcha was horny. Her loins had been itching all day, and she didn't pack any toys for her trip to the swim meet. She didn't think she'd need them! But the Manehatten Weather Service had to schedule a thunderstorm on today of all days, and the meet had to be postponed for another day.
The detachable showerhead wasn’t doing it for her. She tried sending a powerful jet of water up her puss but felt nothing. She fell onto her bed with a huff, rubbed her fanny vigorously with her hooves, and thought about all the sexy creatures she'd see at the meet tomorrow. She pictured Oceania, her swim partner, wearing her tight onesie that pulled up against her ass cheeks. She pictured Rupture’s ripped frame. Gosh, she’d love for him to tear her in two!
Carcha liked it rough, real rough. To a psychotic degree. Cause when it hurt, it felt real nice!
But the showerhead wasn't rough enough. Neither were her hooves. Her pathetic, pristine body wasn't enough to please herself. So, that left her with the next best option: distraction!
Carcha took the elevator to the lobby. It was empty, as would be expected this late at night. Which made it all the better for her because that meant she would have the pool to herself.
However, when she arrived at the door down the hall that read "POOL," she was distraught. "POOL CLOSED DUE TO AIDS" read a sign in hastily scrawled red lettering. Juuuust what she needed. Some stupid ass prank to get in the way of her personal time. Juuuuuust great.
No one was looking, though. The receptionist was missing. Perhaps she was cleaning? It didn't matter to Carcha.
She tried her hoof and pushed the door open. This dumbass establishment didn't even lock it, hah!
That familiar welcome smell of chlorine tickled her nostrils as she pranced inside. Then, she halted. Sitting directly across from her in the hot tub and staring in wide-eye shock, was a griffon. A young one, she supposed. Late teens to early twenties.
"I, uh, I thought no one would be here..." he stammered. "I suppose you're here to kick me out?"
Carcha titled her head in thought. On the one fin, if she threw him out of here she could have the pool all to herself. On the other, he was awfully cute, and her loins were particularly parched for another species. She smiled.
"No frets kid, I ain't the po. Just takin' a quick dip. Mind if I join ya?"
"I, uh, uh, ok--"
It didn't matter whether he said yes or no. By the time he responded, her hoof had already graced the water and she sank elegantly beneath its surface. Warm water caressed her skin, and she let out a soft moan, spicing it up with a sprinkle of libido.
The griffon shifted a little and looked up at her nervously. "So, uh, what are you doing here?"
"How old are ya, kid?" Carcha asked, cutting right to the chase. She leaned back against the edge of the hot tub and spread her hind legs apart, in case he noticed anything particular beneath the water. She was certainly seeing something on his end.
The griffon blinked, then said, "I'm nineteen."
"Sheesh, you're a scrawny lil twig for a nineteen-year-old. Not, like, that you look like a cub or anything. I just mean you're a scrawny little poof."
"Yeah, I get that a lot," he said. His gaze dropped away from her, clearly a little hurt. She spread her legs wider apart in case he noticed. "That's what pony diets will do to you. I'm actually supposed to be really lean and buff, but I need to eat more protein."
Carcha raised a brow. "So you’re adopted?"
He nodded. "Yep! My mom and dad are ponies. They don't really have wide access to meat."
Carcha snorted. "So you're one of them veggie wankers?"
The griffon stammered. "I-I wouldn't say..."
"What's your name?" she interrupted.
"Rimmy."
"Rimmy, huh? Neat name. Mine's Carcha. Whatcha in town for?"
"Okay, that's literally what I asked you a minute ago."
"And now I'm asking you! Whatcha have going on? You partying? Boozin' it up?"
"I'm just here on vacation."
"Ah, vacation to Manehatten. You really are a kid at heart, ya know? I'm damn near twenty-five and have been here five times. I'm already gettin' sick of it. The smell stinks, I tell ya."
"So, what are you--"
"I'm a swimmer. I swim for Seaquestria University. In my last semester. After that, pow! I'm off to the Equestria Games."
"Oh." The griffon shuffled a little. "That's cool. So you're a sharkpony... is that an advantage?"
"Oh, so ya think just because I'm a sharkpony it means I’m a good swimmer, do you?" Carcha bit. She leaned forward and glared at him, baring her teeth so that they gleamed in the fluorescent lights.
Rimmy jerked his head back. "N-no! Of course not!"
"Heh, just playing with ya kid." She slapped his shoulder. "I'm pretty aight. Not Rainbow Dash levels of awesome, but I’ve got a mean splash." Then, she added with a smirk. "My swimsuit's pretty tight. Pulls up against my fanny time-to-time."
The griffon stiffened, and Carcha was pretty sure she saw his wings almost straightened out. She chuckled. "You, definitely got a libido on ya, how bout that? For a minute I thought you were dickless what with that no-meat shit and whatnot.
"Listen!" he yelled. His forelegs shifted in the water toward an area she was pretty sure he was covering up. Trying to cover up. "What do you want? What are you doing here?"
"Enjoying the luxuries this city has to offer, same as you!" She scootched closer. "So, watcha hiding down there?"
"N-nothing!"
"Don't look like nothin'! Is that your dick? Can I see?"
Rimmy was too shocked to speak. His eyes blinked rapidly, and he sputtered. "What? You want to see... my..."
"Come on, show me your dick, gimme, gimme! You're clearly excited, you know you want to show it."
Carcha leaned forward with a toothy grin and stared down the griffon. Finally, he reluctantly obeyed.
Rimmy lifted his waist above the waterline and sat along the edge of the hot tub. His penis flicked a few droplets against her snout, and a burning sensation filled her pelvis. One look and her eyes studded with lust.
It was long. It wasn't the largest she'd ever taken, but it had a little bit of girth to it. Enough girth to fill her void of ennui. Oh, she wanted him in her ennui!
Carcha leaned forward and licked the tip. Her tongue slid up his shaft slowly, tastebuds having an orgasm of their own variety.
At first, Rimmy didn't do anything. Then, he pulled back, breaking apart an arch of saliva. "What are you doing!?"
"What do you think I am? I'm gonna give ya a blow job that'd make your mum jealous!"
"What!" He clenched his eyes shut. "No!"
"What do you mean no? I'm telling ya to stuff me like a fresh seafood platter. Heck, a kid your age should be excited to plow a fish this hot. Do you have any idea how soft my pussy is?"
Rimmy's penis twitched, and he scooted back a little. Carcha slid up to him undeterred and placed both forehooves along either side of his waist, and then gave him a look so sensuous that his mum could spontaneously cream herself. "It's smooth like velvet. You could slide your cock in and it wouldn't take any effort. All you’ll feel is bliss. Bliss and smooth, smooth velvet."
Rimmy kicked her off of him with his back paw and scrambled backward.
"Oh, come on!" Carcha yelled. "I want you in me!"
"L-Lady... Carcha, you're making me really uncomfortable."
"You're making me uncomfortable waving that thang back and forth and not having the common courtesy to offer it up!"
She emerged from the hot tub, skin sparkling and toned muscles well-defined beneath the room’s lights. She plopped her rump down against his belly, and Rimmy let out what could only be described as an exaggerated huff of air.
"Oh, my ass isn't that fat!" Carcha remarked.
"Get off of me... please..."
Carcha wiggled her rump, enjoying the warm feeling of his penis against her hind. "For someone so small ya do a good job holding my weight." She hovered her head over his and nibbled his ear.
"Hey!" Rimmy yelled. He placed both talons against her chest and summoned all his strength to push her off him, but she was far more athletic than he was and with the muscles to prove it. She pinned him down. Or, more so, pressed all of her weight down against him so that there was no room for escape.
"Tell me, Rimmy," she giggled, breath hot against his face. "Are you a virgin?" She punctuated this by licking the inside of his ear.
He shivered, his penis raging hard by now. "That doesn't matter to you."
"You're right. It doesn't. It's just different degrees of turn-on." She snuggled her head beneath his chin. "But it would make me feel better knowing."
"Get off me!" he screamed, thrashing beneath her.
Charcha slammed her tongue into Rimmy's open mouth. It slithered around, wrapping around his own. His breath smelled amazing. Was that meant?
Carcha pulled away, enjoying the flavor of his breath. She licked her lips. "Do you like it rough? I like it rough. I like it hard up the ass sometimes. I'm not an anal sort of gal, though. Now, if you can give a good puss fuck? I know you ain't got girth, but kid, aren’t ya curious to see if ya got the gift?"
"No!" Rimmy yelled. He smacked her in the face.
And she felt it. Oh, she felt it! That made her pussy wet, and she was sure the feathers around that particular area were damp now.
"Whoa-oh!" Carcha chortled. "Looks like this celery stalk is really a jalapeno pepper! Mama Carcha like."
She pressed down against him and rubbed her vagina against his pelvis. By now that area had become particularly warm and moist for both of them. His penis practically throbbed between her cheeks. "Now, I'm going to give you the best fucking you've ever had. Or best fucking you ever will have. Well, if you're a virgin, let's just say I ruined all other girls for ya!"
Lifting her ass, she positioned it so that the tip of his penis barely brushed between the crevices of her vulva. She hovered it there and wiggled back and forth, enjoying the tickling sensation it brought.
"Oh!" Carcha said. "Where are my manners? I always appetize with a guest before a big meal."
Carcha got off of him, and she was amused to see the look of relief spread across Rimmy’s face. She leaped up, swiveled around, and bore all of her weight back down on top of him. Butt to face.
Rimmy muttered something incomprehensible into her ass, but Carcha didn’t listen. She bent down and ran her tongue against the bridge of his penis. Rimmy shuttered at the warm tickling sensation, and Carcha responded by wiggling her rump against this beak
"Lick it!" she said.
Her vagina pressed against his beak. "No!" he muttered.
"Do you know how sharp my teeth are? I could rip your testies off here." She wiggled her rump again, really making sure to smother her pussy against his beak. "You best listen."
Rimmy did. Reluctantly. Fireworks of pleasure exploded inside of Carcha as his tongue slid into her. It swiped up and down, wiggling around like an earthworm inside of her moist tunnel. He was clearly an amateur and would be damned if he ever thought he could make a girl orgasm using the whims of creativity.
But as the griffon cleaned her out, her pleasure was tenfold the best she ever had inside of her. She really enjoyed being the dominator.
Carcha's mouth closed over the tip of his penis, and she slowly slid downward. When she almost gagged from its length, she pulled back up at the same pace. Lather, rinse, repeat. She even slithered her tongue around on occasion as a little tease.
Her pussy meanwhile was having a party of its own. Rimmy’s tongue lapped up and down, up and down, tickling her insides with pleasure. She lost herself to primitive instincts and deepthroated the everliving shit out of his cock.
She nearly gagged as her face slammed into his pelvis again, again, and again. She rubbed her ass against his beak to increase the pleasure, and Rimmy responded by licking up a storm.
Hot air shot out of her nostrils. Rimmy placed his talons along either side of her flank and tried to push her off. She responded by pressing her ass further into his face, and the licking increased.
“Mmfhmm…” Carcha shuttered with her mouth full.
She pulled her lips away from his penis with a smack and placed them back over the tip. Her sinuous tongue wrapped around it, and Rimmy moaned into her pussy.
“Like that, do ya?” she asked
She lapped her tongue against his cock, wrapping around it, licking it, doing everything she can to get him to lick harder. The more she did to him, the more he did to her.
His talons buried into her flanks, and he smothered his face with her ass. Carcha jerked her head back and moaned loudly, tongue lolling out and saliva dribbling from her mouth.
“How about a little competition?” she said between breaths. “Let’s see who can cum first.”
He was practically devouring her, and Carcha was pretty sure that she was about to cum. He won’t win that easily!
She used all of her best utilities. Her tongue, her saliva. It was all in the technique. The griffon squirmed and tried thrusting upward, making it tougher for Carcha. Exactly how she liked it. It was practically going into her throat!
Then, it happened.
Carcha's eyes widened as a familiar gooey liquid filled her mouth. She swallowed and sat up, staring down at his penis with cum drizzling down her chin. "Shiiit! You really haven't been with a girl, have ya?"
Rimmy responded by muffling into her ass.
“Psh, I know right? You came faster than an obedient dog. I know I’m hot, but am I really that hot? Or do you just need to stick your dick inside of some more girls? I’m hoping it’s the former. Is it the former?”
Rimmy responded by muffling into her ass.
“Oh! That’s right. I forgot I was sitting on your face.”
Carcha lifted her rump and Rimmy, beak shiny with her pussy juice, immediately gasp for air. The sharkpony stood beside him and watched with a smirk.
She knelt down and whispered into his ear, “Now, listen here. I just gave you a BJ that could make the crows scream. I expect you to return the favor. I want you to fill my puss. I want you to fill my puss so hard that I leak an overflowing river. Not literally, of course, but do it or I’ll…” she lowered her muzzle to his neck and licked it. Rimmy shivered.
“Oh, you like that, do ya?”
Her tongue plopped down against his naval, and she drew it across slowly, leaving a track of damp feathers. She placed her fetlock against his neck and traveled down to his chest… to his abdomen… and finally, to his pelvis. She lingered there, the tip of her tongue barely brushing past his coat and pressing against his skin.
“You still owe me,” she said, reeling it back in.
She laid down on top of him missionary-style and proceed to rub her fanny against his pelvis. “I didn’t climax. You did. I’m glad I won, but it’s not fair that you get to have all the fun. I want to cum. I want you to make me cum.”
It happened suddenly. She sat down against his pelvis, and his hot rod penetrated her vagina. She let out a spitty moan, spraying several specks against Rimmy’s glistening beak.
“Oh! My pussy is so wet. I want you to cum inside of me. I want you to smash into me so hard that I tear in two. I want you to make me scream with delight! Go on, do it!”
Carcha placed her hooves alongside his waist and waited expectantly. Nothing happened.
“Oi, can ya hear me? I want to feel your cock going in and out of me. I wanna be a shishkabob! A corn on the cock—cronky!”
Carcha subtly shifted into the air as Rimmy pushed her up with his waist. “Cronky! You did it! You must really like it when I talk dirty to ya,” she continued as he humped. “Well, I got good news for ya. I’m a virgin. Always have been, don’t mean to brag. That means I’m tight. Tight. Imagine how tight I will be when I climax. My pussy will literally clamp onto your cock, and you will still be able to slide in and out because it’s that smooth.”
She could hear his soft little moans as he picked up the pace. His hips slapped against her cheeks, tossing her into the air as if she were piggybacking off a yak. Her tongue lolled out of her mouth and she smiled dumbly.
They were like hydraulic machines. Their hips parted, and he slammed back into her, practically bouncing Carcha on his waist.
“Oh! That one actually hurt a little! Ooooh, you’re really enjoying this aren’t ya? Better than wanking off with your talon, ain’t it? Would much rather slide into a puss and get to work. Let me tell ya, I play with a lot of mares. They’re on my swim team. Some of them I’ve done orgies with and lemme tell yeah, they’re pretty good. Some of ‘em really know how to use their tongue.” Then, she added coyly. “Some of them really know how to use their tongue. And you know something else? I can call a few of ‘em over. Let them take ya for a spin. I know a few a little too personally, and frankly, they need their cheeks a good clapping. We can all go down on… ya… together…”
By now he was thrusting into her so hard that words became difficult. The lights of the room became fleeting sights as Carcha bounced up and down. “Oooooh!” she moaned.
Pressure welled up inside of her pussy. The son of a bitch was actually doing it!
He placed both talons along either ass cheek and dug his claws in. They jiggled subtly as he slammed in-and-out, in-and-out. A loud slicking sound that became harsher the harder he thrust upward could be heard.
Carcha straightened and allowed him to take her. “Ooooh, penetrate me dammit! I want you to pin me to the floor and just plow right into me!”
The thrusting reached its peak. By now she had become a ragdoll. His penis rammed into her so hard that she was practically flying off his hips. She would come back down and he would repeat. She could feel it getting closer…
In, out, in, out
She leaned forward, having to regain her balance by placing her forehooves against the floor. She stared at the young griffon, and immediately knew she picked the right creature to satisfy her needs.
In, out, in, out
Spittle sprayed from her mouth and she fought to keep herself from cumming too fast. His cock was so good!
In, out, in, out
It was arriving; Carcha couldn’t stop it. Rimmy was slamming into her so deftly that the urge to hold back couldn’t be resisted any longer. She came.
Clear goo dripped onto his pelvis while her pussy clamped down against his penis. He kept going. Making the feeling inside of her last longer. Then, he too came.
Warm gooey goodness filled her belly, and it all stopped. The two breathed heavily, both of their faces a deep shade of red.
Carcha fell on top of Rimmy. She was ready to fall asleep on top of him right there. She didn’t even care if they were got. He gave her such a good fucking that the moment had to be savored for as long as possible.
She caressed his hoof against his face, licked his cheek, and kissed his beak. “That was a lot of fun, mate.”
She snuggled into him, enjoying the way his body vibrated as he huffed for air. He was so warm.
“If ya don’t mind, I’d like to take a souvenir of you with me home. Perhaps a feather or two. What do you think?” Then, the smell hit her, and she realized something: the griffon followed her instructions well because every feather on his body was damp with sweat, and his body emitted a funky B.O.
“Hey listen.” She slid up to his ear and whispered, “The pool might be closed… but my shower’s still open.”
Rimmy whimpered.
