So Much for Stress Relief...
“Just…a little…more…” Dash muttered to herself, furiously beating her wings and banking hard to her left.
Far above the Wonderbolt’s training field, leaving a prismatic streak behind her, she pushed herself to the utmost. She wasn’t normally one to go out for a very intense training session in the middle of a summer day - then again, she was willing to do just about anything to clear her thoughts and wear herself out. Unfortunately, in spite of her burning muscles, the wind whipping past her face, and the sun blazing overhead, her insidious and unwanted fantasies refused to leave her.
It had been two weeks - two long, grueling, torturous weeks since she’d snuck into Zephyr Breeze’s room and surreptitiously had her way with him. It wasn’t like she’d ever had grand machinations about accosting sleeping ponies, yet she’d ended up doing so to the most contemptuous, frustrating, and exquisitely well-hung bastard on the face of all Equestria. Unintentionally thinking back to the clandestine tryst, all but feeling the weight of his godly stallionhood in her grasp, she clenched her jaw and ignored her aching marehood.
The memory of that fateful night with Zephyr was as arousing as it was disgraceful, never failing to evoke her ire while sending thrilled shivers up her spine. Had he been somepony - anypony else, she would have attempted to properly court him for a real rutting - alas, that wasn’t the case. Simply put, he was the biggest, most egotistical asshole she’d ever met, and he’d pined after her for years.
For as long as she could remember, he had wanted to get into her pants. He’d openly hit on her, flirt constantly, and wax poetic about how handsome he was. While he may have been slightly attractive, what with his rugged good looks, strong jaw, and luscious golden mane, there was only one real redeemable thing about the would-be Cassanova - his absolutely monstrous cock.
As her depths seized, longing to be filled by the beautiful stud’s girthy length, her lip curled in disdain. Though she would never admit it to another living soul, she’d gotten off while reminiscing on just how absolutely incredible it had been to ride him. Despite having lost her virginity ages ago, and with a number of one-night stands under her belt, the sensation of being stuffed with something so massive had been the most intensely amazing sexual experience she’d ever had and, if her past was any indicator, ever would have.
Clamping her eyes shut and shaking her head, growing increasingly angry at the insidious notion of having a second fling with him, she growled to herself. She hated herself for it, but she’d spent several long, lonely nights pondering on how she could stuff herself with Zephyr’s godly cock without him knowing about it. It would be easy enough to crash at Fluttershy’s parent’s place, feigning interest in a nostalgic slumber party, yet figuring out how to secretively help herself to a slice of the timid pegasus’ brother was no easy task - in fact, she was astonished she’d been able to pull it off in the first place.
While she couldn’t speak for every stallion in the world, she couldn’t understand how Zephyr hadn’t managed to wake up while getting his dick sucked or sheathed in her snug depths. Perhaps he was an especially deep sleeper, maybe she’d gotten supremely lucky, or it could be that he’d lost himself to an especially lustful dream - whatever the case, she’d gotten a clean getaway, aside from the massive amount of foal batter he’d deposited in her snatch, and nopony would ever know of the shameful exchange. Given some sliver of relief that, if nothing else, she’d go to her grave with the scandalously spicy secret, a sudden movement from below caught her eye.
She slowed and cocked her head, wiped the wind-driven tears from her eyes, and peered towards the field beneath her. To her surprise, a lone pony trotted around the track. Given her altitude and the wispy clouds driving around her, it was hard to make out just who’d come to get a workout. As she slowed to a halt and squinted, almost instantly realizing the pony wasn’t one of her fellow Wonderbolts, a cold knot formed in her stomach.
Though she couldn’t be completely sure, the flowing blonde mane, aquamarine coat, and lanky build sure as heck made it seem like Zephyr had come to join her for a jog, but that was impossible - sure the Wonderbolt’s field was open to the residents of Cloudsdale, as well as any Pegasi who could make it to the facility, but she’d never once seen him out there before! As she stared down at the figure, wondering if she should cut her workout short and leave, or give herself a closer look at whoever was cantering atop the half-mile course, her indecision bit her squarely on the ass. Stopping in his tracks and peering up at her, the stallion waved.
While she gazed down at him, her fears were made manifest. The pony didn’t just look like Zephyr - it was Zephyr. His glittering cerise eyes and broad smile confirmed her suspicions - still, it didn’t make any sense! She whipped around and averted her gaze, having every intention of sailing back to her house for a long, very cold shower, when his angelic voice cut through the open air.
“Rainbows!” he shouted. “Picked an awfully hot day for a flight ~ don’t you think?”
Intended or not, his mention of heat did nothing to help her rapidly souring mood. One of the reasons she’d been in such a pitiful state was that her estrus - the very estrus she’d been on the cusp of entering when she’d fucked herself on him, was in full swing. Folding her wings in and diving straight at him, suddenly determined not to flee from the sexy scoundrel, she rocketed downward and landed some dozen paces away from him.
His smile broadened all the more, as he nonchalantly strolled over to her with his arms extended. “It feels like it’s been forever, Rainbows! What’ve you been up to these last few - Oooph!”
Without giving him time to finish, she closed the gap between them and jammed a finger into his chest. “Don’t you Rainbows me! What are you doing up here?”
He shrugged and shuffled back, fanning the front of his tank top. “Just thought I’d come out for some fresh air. It might be a little hot outside, but that’s probably just because you’re out and about.”
The compliment, though true, caused her scowl to deepen. “So I’m supposed to believe you came out at this time of day, to this specific place, just by coincidence?”
“Mmmhmm,” he hummed, lowering his hand and hooking his thumb over the waistband of his shorts. “Just felt like working up a good sweat.”
As he tugged at his trunks, revealing the glistening fur just above his groin, she swallowed hard. Just as drenched as he was, his attire, consisting of a tank top and gym shorts, clung tightly to his frame. While he was far from the most athletic pony she’d ever met, his stature and slim, toned build did have some appeal - not to her, but she could see how some mares would find him captivating.
Pausing to undo his ponytail, letting his mane cascade behind his shoulders, he nodded to the athletic complex. “Do you think they’re open? I could really go for something to drink right now.”
Feeling suddenly parched herself, Dash glanced over at the building. “Not open to the public,” she grunted, folding her arms over her chest. “It’s unlocked, but you can’t go in there - Wonderbolts only.”
“Considering how soaked you are, I’m surprised you’re not a little thirsty yourself,” he mused, pulling at his trunks just enough to give her a peek at the base of his length.
She tore her eyes off his groin and stared daggers at his smug, punchable face, as she balled her fists. “What the hay’s your problem? You follow me up here, interrupt my practice, and you have the gall to make a pass at me?! If I were you, I’d -”
“You’d what, Rainbows?” he coolly asked, inching closer and bringing his muzzle to her ear. “I just thought you’d want to see me again - you know, after you decided to slink into my bedroom a few weeks ago…”
The breath in her throat hitched, she stumbled back, and her heart nearly leapt out of her throat, as he put her on the spot. He knew - as inexplicable as it was, he knew she’d crept into his room and had her way with him ~ or did he? Summoning her courage and squaring her shoulders, she cocked her hips and turned her nose up.
“I have no idea what you’re talking about,” she firmly insisted. “I wouldn’t be caught dead in your room.”
“Huh…” he grunted, thoughtfully rubbing his chin. “I guess it must have been a dream then.”
Risking a glance over at him, she nodded. “Yeah, you perv. You probably had some sick delusion about me or something.”
Lifting his hands and grabbing his top, pulling the article up his chest and over his head, he sighed. “I guess you’re right. If it hadn’t been a dream, I would have offered to show you an actual good time.”
Moments from giving a scathing, extremely demeaning rebuttal, she made the poor, hormonally driven decision to glance at his chest. Glimmering in the sunlight, accentuating his pecs and abs, his bare torso was like a Greecian god - a relatively slim, willowy Greecian god, but a god nonetheless. While her gaze was drawn lower, down to the swell at the front of his shorts, she drifted closer to him.
“Such a shame too,” he solemnly murmured, casually fanning his trunks once again. “And here I was hoping I’d be able to return that exquisitely erotic favor you did for me - well, what the dream version of you did for me.”
“H…how,” she gulped, her dry mouth suddenly watering uncontrollably, “how would you show me - er - a mare a good time?”
He apathetically rolled his shoulders, draping his tank top over his neck. “Really depends on what you’d want. I could bend you over and rut your brains out, maybe lay you down and put you in a mating press - heck, if you wanted, I’d even let you ride me again.”
Under ordinary circumstances, such unabashedly lewd talk would have earned somepony a slap to the face or punch to the jaw, but the circumstances were about as far from normal as they could possibly be. If Discord wasn’t stealthily watching her and busting a gut, then fate was doing its darnedest to tempt her. Warring with her lecherous urges, her debased yearnings running rampant and threatening to overshadow her better judgment, she blinked when he turned away.
“Wonderbolt or not, I really need to cool off,” he noted, sauntering over to the building. “I hope somepony doesn’t try to stop me…”
With that final observation, he looked over his shoulder and shot a wink at her - a wink which made her knees buckle. Darn him - darn his stupid, sexy face, dulcet tone, wretched confidence, and huge, throbbing, remarkable stallionhood. Watching his loathsomely succulent ass sashay away, shivering at the thought of just how fucking good he smelled, she was stricken with an idea. As the only Wonderbolt on the grounds, wouldn’t it be her responsibility to follow him and make sure he wasn’t up to anything fishy?
Comprehending what she needed to do, she gave chase to the ravishing mongrel. There wasn’t actually any rule about the public using the Wonderbolts’ facilities, since everything important was locked up, but she couldn’t bring herself to let him traipse about unattended - after all, the building was where the team left their flight suits and changes of clothes. If he was licentious enough to sneak into the locker room and help himself to some of her teammates’ panties, she wouldn’t be able to live with herself! Rushing up to his side, trying and failing not to slip glances to his crotch, she forced herself to grimace.
His devilish grin and swaggering steps never faltered, as he looked over at her. “Rainbow, could it be that you want to come and -”
“Shut it,” she groused, silencing him. “I’m just going to make sure you don’t do anything weird.”
“Sounds fine to me,” he responded. “Say ~ do you think anypony would mind if I showered off? I’m so sweaty.”
Keeping her hands at her sides, she was cursed with glimpses of him in the shower - back when she’d unintentionally walked in on him in the bathroom. The water cascading down his naked body, running over his muscles and down his flaccid cock, was the stuff wet dreams were made of. Acting a bit too hastily, spurred by the desires she fought so hard to suppress, she gave a terse nod.
“I guess you could,” she grumbled, peeking up and over at his face. “B…but there’s only one locker room.”
“Co-ed locker room ~ kinky,” he chuckled.
Despite her sopping wet panties, she sneered at the comment. “If, and that’s a darn big if, I let you use the shower, there’s no way I’m going to leave you in there by yourself.”
He gave the lightest chuckle and turned his attention to the structure’s door, continuing at his relaxed pace. “Suit yourself. I won’t stop you from watching.”
It took everything she had to restrain herself, fighting against her instincts to berate him for his glib, unasked for remark, but she somehow managed to keep her lips sealed. If there was one thing she’d learned about dealing with him since she was a filly it was that bitching at him did nothing - if anything, it seemed to always make the situation worse. Slowing ever so slightly, telling herself that it was so she wouldn’t have to look at his face, she lingered just behind him and gazed longingly at his backside.
In a matter of minutes, moving in sync, they passed through the entrance, into the central corridor, and toward the changing area. Every step she took was tantamount to torture, her mind running wild with all manner of sinful fantasies. Screwing herself on him had been unbelievable, better than any sex she’d had before, but it had been one sided; if he’d taken a more active roll that night, who knows how much better the lay would have been!
“Uh ~,” he uneasily began, stopping at an intersection and looking down both ends of the hallway, “which way?”
“Right,” she whispered, her reservations doggedly keeping her from speaking up. “Last door on the left.”
Following her directions, he proceeded along his merry way. With her eyes playing over his back, drinking in the small yet respectable musculature, her perky nipples ground against her top. It may have been her imagination, but she could swear he was a bit bulkier than he used to be. Clearing her throat and drawing his attention, she felt her cheeks darken.
“H…have you been working out?” she meekly asked, unable to look him in the eye.
Without the slightest bit of hesitation, he wheeled around and almost caused her to run into him. “Funny you should mention that,” he purred, clasping his hands and flexing. “I have been trying to get into shape, but that’s only because you’re so inspirational.”
Reaching up and resting his hands behind his head, he pursed his lips and bucked his hips at her. The one-two punch of kissy-face and thrust sent her reeling. Her slavering marehood clenched upon itself, her pupils shrank to pinpricks, and she all but stumbled backwards. It was only through sheer force of will that she was able to compose herself and hold her ground.
“Are you going to take a shower or not? It’s not like I have all day, you know!” she chided, blood surging to both her face and her loins.
Slowly wheeling back around, he relented and continued on his path. Though it only took him a few moments to reach his destination, strolling through the open door leading to the tiled locker room, it felt like a small eternity. Trailing him by several feet, a bit further than she had initially, Dash found herself at an impasse.
Though the shower area was open and communal, the changing area was far enough away to prevent her from directly watching him get rinsed off. Had she wanted to avoid looking at his bare ass and big, meaty cock, she could easily do so, but that was the problem - a part of her wished for nothing more than to gaze upon his nude form. With an angel on one shoulder, and a depraved imp on the other, her mind was torn between her sense of reason and her hormonal longings.
“There wouldn’t be any towels in this joint ~ would there?” Zephyr asked, scanning the spacious chamber.
“Y…yeah, just give me a sec,” Dash replied, skulking away to a supply closet at the back of the room.
She didn’t necessarily want to help him out, but she needed a few minutes to think. It would be totally understandable if she waited outside for him, lounging in the hallway, yet that would mean leaving him completely unattended. While she doubted he’d do anything genuinely mischievous in her absence, she wasn’t about to test her luck with him. As she absentmindedly grabbed a towel from the team’s supplies, she trudged back to the lockers, lifted her head, and went rigid. Standing with one foot on a bench, striking a dramatic pose and putting everything he had on full display, he smirked dead at her.
“See something you like, Rainbows?” he breathed.
Sweet, merciful Celestia - the sight of him was as enchanting as she’d remembered. His self esteem, enchanting figure, and glorious stallionhood should have been memorialized in a painting - no, a statue. Unable to move, barely able to think, it was all she could do to watch him serenely strut over and take the towel from her shivering hand.
Leaning in ever so slightly, he brought himself eye to eye with her. “Looking kinda flushed there, Rainbows. You feeling ok?”
“H…huh?” she sputtered, transfixed by his swaying, vascular dick.
How in the heck could he walk around with something so big - fuck, how had it taken her years to notice what he was packing?!? The bastard wasn’t even hard, but his tool was nearly as long as her forearm and as thick as her wrist! Imagining the smell and taste, observing the air steam around his package, she flinched when he softly pressed the back of his hand to her forehead.
“Hmmmm ~” he hummed, studying her face. “You might have a fever - that or you’re…”
She held her breath, as he brought his snout to the side of her head. Her intuition screamed at her to run, to take off like a bat out of Tartarus and not look back, but she couldn’t budge. Like a deer in the headlights, feeling his body heat radiating to her skin, she was left immobilized by the gorgeous, abominable stud.
“In heat,” he whispered.
The word all but killed her, splintering her resolve in an instant. He knew - somehow, possibly due to serendipity, he’d determined her condition. She realized that there was nothing shameful about estrus, something every mare went through on a regular basis, yet having Zephyr Breeze, of all ponies on the planet, put her on the spot about it was awful. With a snarl on her lips and hate in her eyes, mere moments from giving him a piece of her mind, he put the final nail in her coffin.
“How about you join me?”
His question was as simple as it was direct, yet she could barely comprehend it. Join him? Get naked and let him see her undressed, vulnerable body? What if he got excited? What if he wanted her to help him wash up? What if he noticed just how worked up she was? Besieged by a countless number of scenarios, her brain struggling to understand what should have been an easy situation, she was unprepared for his follow-up.
Lifting his arms over his head, making himself even more attractive than he already was, he twisted in place and stretched. “I’m sure it’s no big deal for you to shower with stallions, but I could see why you’d be hesitant this time.”
Her curiosity piqued, she quirked a brow. “What do you mean?”
“Well,” he continued, flashing his pearly whites at her, “none of the Wonderbolts look nearly as good as me - excluding yourself, of course.”
Though the arrogance bleeding from his every pore was galling, she couldn’t deny his assertion. Not only was he far more bewitching than any of her teammates, but he’d also managed to stroke her ego while saying so. With her blush deepening and the corners of her mouth turning up in a sheepish smile, she began fidgeting with her hands.
“I mean, I guess you have a point,” she admitted.
“Then it’s settled then!” he whooped, positively beaming. “Now then, how about you get out of those sweaty clothes and we’ll get you nice and cleaned up.”
It was at that very moment that her body started to rebel against her. Her hands drifted to the bottom of her crop top, guiding the fabric up her torso, while she kept her eyes glued to the floor. Adorned in her typical workout clothes, a snug-fitting top and a pair of compression shorts, she’d had no plans to put on a burlesque show that day, yet that’s just what was happening.
With the cool air gracing her modest bosoms, having flung her top to the side, she pulled her shorts down and wriggled out of them. As stupid as it was bashful around a grown stallion, one who’d doubtlessly seen naked mares before, she couldn’t help but feel anxious. It was no mystery that he’d admired her for decades, ever since they were foals, but even she’d underestimated just how profound of a reaction he’d have to finally seeing her in the buff.
“Alright,” she huffed, kicking her shorts away, “let’s get this ov…”
The words died in her throat, as she lifted her gaze and spied his throbbing, fully erect cock. Bigger and more imposing than ever, with a prominent vein snaking along one side, his endowment was everything she remembered. As she stepped closer and reverently fell to her knees, in open awe of his package, she reached out with trembling hands.
There had been times in her life when she’d acted without thinking, like charging into danger for her friends or acting foolishly throughout competitions, and this was one such time. The room was so quiet that she could hear a pin drop, only hearing the sound of her thundering heart, while she gently cupped his weighty nuts in one palm. Stars above - his balls were nearly as big as oranges, brimming with untold amounts of thick, rich foal-batter, yet they were only a side dish to the main course.
Gliding her muzzle against his length, she deeply inhaled his musk, appreciated the aroma for just a moment, then shudderingly exhaled. Masculine and heady, yet with a refined, subtle undertone of spring blossoms, his natural scent was intoxicating. Having shown herself to him, fallen to her knees in deference, and with one hand snaking to her aching nethers, she reared back and drew her tongue up his length.
She wasn’t sure what she would have done had he started talking, yet he didn’t say a single word. Remaining where he was, placing his hands on his hips, his only response to her impulsive, completely self-indulgent actions was a contented sigh. As she sweetly kissed the blunt, fist-sized crown of his shaft, issuing a silent thanks to the powers that be for a second chance to be with him, she parted her lips and slipped him into her muzzle.
Many mares would have been intimidated by blowing somepony who was hung like a dragon - shoot, she wouldn’t be surprised if some outright excused themselves from the herculean endeavor, but she’d never been so cowardly. Now that the gloves were off, laying her hand on the table, she set upon him with the pent-up fury of a randy teenager. Screwing her eyes closed and ramming her head forward, plunging him into her spasming esophagus, she did her darnedest to hilt him in a single, foolhardy move.
“F…fuck,” he grunted above her, easing a hand to the back of her head.
Stifling a gag, she willed herself to stay the course and continued onward. Like most things in life, she wasn’t about to half-ass fucking her face with him. Inch by inch crept into her snout, only slowing when she fought to get her lips over his girthy medial ring, until she’d done it. With a boldness that stood contrary to the modesty she’d shown mere minutes ago, she pressed her nose to his groin.
Zephyr panted, his hips twitching, while his fingers danced through her mane. “I would say you’re pretty like this - then again, you’re pretty doing anything.”
Butterflies formed in her stomach, her lungs burned, and she peered up at him, moved by his flattery. Why the buck was he trying to get in her pants now? Wasn’t it enough that she was choking on his dick? Undeterred by his praise, determined to savor the hedonistic cravings that had been threatening to boil over for weeks on end, she recoiled, took a sip of air, and set to fellating him in earnest.
If his bouquet and the view of him hadn’t been exhilarating enough, the taste of his unwashed stallionhood against her tongue was the icing on the cake. Salty and just a bit bitter, the sinful flavors elevated the experience to unimaginable heights and gave her all the inspiration she needed to gratify herself. Sinking three fingers into her drooling sex, she kneaded her g-spot while rubbing her engorged clit with her thumb.
His eyes danced over her all the while, alternating from her face and swaying breasts to her ass, as he licked his lips. She realized her behavior was totally unbecoming, the sort of thing a whore or floozy would do, but she was past the point of caring. As far as she was concerned, if he wanted to get off to the memory of her slobbering on his cock, that was fine in her book - after all, though she wasn’t that experienced with getting stallions off, she wouldn’t be surprised if her blowjobs were at least twenty-percent better than anypony else’s.
Seconds passed into a minute or more, until Zephyr lightly humped into her muzzle. It was hard to explain, but having him take a more active role made the exchange all the more thrilling - reaffirming that he was enjoying himself as much as she was. Cramming a third finger into her cunt, well aware that she’d need to be very loosened up for him, she groaned around his pulsing shaft.
Her world - her entire existence gradually revolved around him and all the wondrous sensations he afforded. How could she or anypony keep themselves from shamelessly masturbating while serving such a divine creature? Embracing her desires with open arms, she abandoned her reluctance. The only concern she had was that she hoped he wouldn’t just be satisfied with some oral affection.
She couldn’t say how long she knelt before him, mopping his length with her lips and tongue, but it came to an abrupt end. Feeling herself nearing her limit, she reclined and unsheathed his stallionhood from her maw. While there was nothing wrong with fingering herself to a climax, doing so when there was a perfectly usable and very virile stallion right in front of her was an egregious waste of potential.
A strand of pre-cum connected her lips to his twitching dick, as she nodded to a bench behind him. “Sit down.”
“Awwww ~ worried my feet will get sore?” he chuckled, shuffling back and easing himself down.
In truth, she couldn’t care less how comfortable he was, but she needed him to get off his feet. Though she’d already crossed a line and had his dick in her mouth, all while he was fully conscious, she was not about to let him bend her over and screw her. Pushing herself up and shoving him back, she whipped around, backed up, and brought her winking, leaking snatch to the head of his pillar-like tool.
Looking from her dampened loins to her face, he smirked. “I thought you’d never -”
“Shut up,” she demanded, twisting back and jamming a finger to his lips. “No talking, no more comments - just lay there and try to keep your big mouth shut.”
Reaching behind herself and grabbing his cock, she held his shaft in place and eased her weight down. Even having just stuffed four fingers into herself, the task was beyond daunting. As she took long, steady breaths, doing everything in her power to relax her entrance, her mind wandered back to that fateful night nearly a month ago. If she’d managed to fill her depths with him once - by Celestia, she could do it a second time.
As the pressure mounted on her marehood, a subtle panic struck her. She’d debased herself for him, stripped for the bastard, and sucked his dick; she was many things, but she was no quitter, and there was no way in Tartarus she was going to throw in the towel without being properly stuffed. Growing increasingly frustrated, she lifted her waist, steadied herself, and threw all her weight down in an impetuous, desperate move.
His fat stallionhood ground against her for the blink of an eye, before she found herself sheathing the entirety of his length. Having her canal go from completely vacant to pushed to its very limits caused both Zeph and herself to gasp and tense, but that wasn’t her biggest problem. What should have been a triumphant moment was tainted by something she’s failed to calculate for; the instant his cock slammed against her womb, she came with the full-force of a collapsing star.
Nectar gushed from her convulsing marehood, bathing his groin, thighs, and the bench beneath him with her sweltering essence. Staggering from the monumental pleasure of her spontaneous climax, her toes curling and chest heaving, she failed to notice a pair of hands grab ‘hold of her waist. As Zeph drove his hips upward, setting her off balance, a whorish, wholly unbecoming groan escaped her.
“You just - Mmmmph - sit right there, Rainbows; let Zephyr do a little bit of the work,” he grunted, holding her steady and rolling his hips back.
Even with his limited movement, only able to slide an inch or so of his length out of her, the sensation was unimaginable. Hanging her head and looking down between her breasts, she leaned forward and watched her lower lips clinging tightly to his stallionhood. The contrast of her rosy entrance stretched around the root of his tool, both seeing and feeling his medial ring grind over her g-spot, may have been the hottest thing she’d ever seen, yet the show had only just begun.
His first thrust was followed by a second, then a third, fourth, and fifth, until he was steadily plowing her from below. As phenomenal as it was to wield all the power, riding him with reckless abandon, she couldn’t deny having him take the lead was incredible. She was a mare, she was supposed to be the one getting dominated, and her heart of hearts welcomed the lack of control.
While she wasn’t as vehemently opposed to being a bit submissive, she wasn’t about to let him have all the fun - as such, she braced her legs, took note of his timing, and started moving in tune with him. Her movements were neither graceful or all that coordinated, grappling with the unfathomable waves of bliss accosting her, yet she was able to manage - if only just. Setting upon one another, their motions synchronized as their passions soared.
Between their exercise from earlier and the heated turn of events, steam wafted from their bodies. Quiet though they were, the sound of their heavy breaths, colliding bodies, and hushed grunts reverberated throughout the tiled, vacant chamber. Like something out of a cheesy porno shoot, uncaring or unaware that somepony could walk in on them at any minute, the pair fixated on one another and the cathartic bliss of getting what they so desperately desired.
Each minute that ticked by was timeless, stretching on into infinity, while they gradually increased their speed. To her credit, in spite of the rapture threatening to overtake her, Dash gave nearly as good as she got. Constricting around him on the upstrokes, while relaxing on her descents, she worked his cock with everything she had - at least she tried to, until things took a turn.
Moments after reaching down to rub her clit, adding yet another layer of stimulation to the exchange, his motions slowed. Even though she felt like she’d just peaked, still tingly from the initial release, she’d been rapidly approaching another climax, so his precipitous lack of enthusiasm took her aback. As she glanced over her shoulder at him, needy and wondering what was wrong, he withdrew a hand and pointed to the side.
“How about you stand up and bend over for me -” he cooed, “that is unless you don’t want me to properly breed you…”
The mere mention of breeding hit her like a sack of bricks, pushing her closer to her limit. As much as she would have liked to stay where she was, impaled on his shaft, having him take charge was too tempting to pass up. Though it took no small amount of effort, not for the least of which reasons being the heartbreaking feeling of his stallionhood slipping from her sex, she straightened up and unsheathed herself from him.
Silently stepping to the side and leaning forward, she pushed her arms to the row of lockers and did what she could to get comfortable. While she spread and braced her legs, flicking her tail to the side, she kept her eyes on the floor. She definitely wasn’t going to complain about allowing him to use her, even if it cost her her pride, but she wasn’t about to give him the gratification of begging or, Celestia forbid, looking at him.
Unseating himself and moving behind her, tenderly caressing her toned ass, he snickered. “Hands back here.”
Though she rolled her eyes, she shuffled back and extended her arms behind herself. She’d come too far to turn back, still teetering on the brink, and she couldn’t bring herself to disobey him. With her cheek pressed to the cool, unyielding steel of the locker, he grabbed hold of her wrists, nudged his stallionhood to her entrance, and plunged into her.
There was no warmup, no gradual escalation in force, as he began truly rutting her. Robbed of her freedom, her eyes rolled to the back of her head. Yeah, there was no doubt about it - this was definitely better than doing all the work herself. As his balls swung and slapped against her clit, listening to the drumbeat of his pounding hips, she slipped into a rapturous haze.
Zeph didn’t just have a big dick, he knew exactly how to use the darn thing. Each of his thrusts were angled perfectly, almost as if he was trying to make her lose her marbles. Her g-spot, clit, and womb were stimulated with every plunge of his godly endowment, swiftly reducing her to a gibbering, trembling mess. In no time whatsoever, she found herself skyrocketing toward a second, even more powerful orgasm.
Apparently sensing how close she was, continuing to hammer into her, he leaned forward, pressed his chest to her back, and brought his snout to the side of her head. “Go ahead,” he murmured, gently nibbling her ear, “cum for me, Rainbows.”
His words did her in, as she threw her head back and brayed to the heavens. Climaxing for him, like he dictated it, was beyond demeaning, but she couldn’t help it. The combination of being fucked, feeling his weight on her, and his command proved too much to bear. Only barely able to remain standing, if only because he pulled on her arms, she drenched his lower half with her carnal juices.
The world became a blur, and her grasp of reality drew tenuous, while he all but literally plowed her brains out. She’d read about how some mares were able to orgasm multiple times in rapid succession, seemingly entering a feedback loop of pleasure, yet she’d always dismissed the idea as impossible - that was until that moment. Only just recovering from her mind-boggling climax, she was rocked by a surge of ecstasy.
“Careful there,” he noted, slipping one hand to her waist, “don’t want you to take a tumble before we’re finished.”
She couldn’t reply - not because she didn’t want to, but because she could only whimper and gasp with sheer delight. It was insanity incarnate, feeling like her brain was being fried in her head, while she suffered through climax after climax. Little more than his living, breathing sex-toy, a hot, tight hole to sate himself with, she weaved in and out of consciousness.
Like some primal deity of lust and virility, he seemed like he would never stop screwing her. If she’d had any way of knowing his stamina was as impressive as it was, she may have snuck away to somewhere more accommodating for such a sinful dead - sadly, it was far too late to second guess-herself. Wrenched from her euphoric stupor by the sensation of his madly pulsing length, his rhythm devolving into a series of frantic thrusts, she realized his time was near.
“R…Rainbows,” he stammered, plowing her like a field in spring, “I…I’m gonna…I’m gonna…”
The magnificent, simple bastard barely managed to spit out the obvious statement, when a pervasive heat bathed her interior. Though having him cum inside her was not something she’d planned for, the influx of scalding foal-batter pushed her past the breaking point. Her mouth hung open in a noiseless scream, her senses faced, and she lost herself to the amorous oblivion of nothingness.
It couldn’t have been more than a minute, until she awoke on the floor. Resting on the tile, utterly glazed in his spunk, she wearily peeked up and found him kneeling beside her. The look of concern on his face was immediately replaced by relief, as he peered into her eyes.
“Sorry about that,” he mumbled, offering a hand and pulling her to her feet. “You ok?”
Weakly coughing, unable to find her voice, she nodded. Good fucking god - she definitely should have decided to fool around with him in a bedroom or somewhere designed for such activities, because she felt wondrously awful. Her legs felt like they were jelly, it was nearly impossible to think clearly, and she was thankful she hadn’t given herself a concussion - that said, she found it hard to regret what she’d done.
As he guided her to the showers, slinging one of her arms over his shoulder, he smiled. “Let’s get you cleaned up. We wouldn’t want anypony to see you like this ~ would we?”
Again, she didn’t say a word - opting to shake her head in response. She’d done it - she’d finally gotten a second roll with the angelic stallion who’d broken her cunt and nearly shattered her mind, but there’d been a cost. As she shambled beneath one of the shower heads, uncaring that the water washing over her was nearly as cold as ice, she had a startling revelation - since she’d screwed around with him twice, what was stopping them from having a good time again?
