At first, the actual sex was anticlimactic. Almost obligatory.

Despite the fact that Rain had nearly sucked his soul out of his cock, despite the fact that she’d nearly drowned him in marecum, Troubleshoes had a new erection. His mind was scrambled and unable to process what had transpired, but his little head still had a goal in mind.

As the two of them lay there in the moonlight, gilded in moonshadow, glistening with sweat and sex, they held each other. His forehoof across her shoulder, his muzzle buried in her mane, and her tail lazily flicked across his hard-on, calling his little stallion to action.

Whether by accident or design, it slid across her rump, bumped into the soft, slick flesh, and she moaned.

Troubleshoes shifted his body, settling his dick against the edge of her inviting lips and her throbbing clit, just touching her udders and for an undetermined time the two of them were happy with this arrangement, then Rain grunted and shifted her rump, letting his head brush hard against her clit.

His first thrust was tentative, exploratory, and didn’t really go anywhere, then she moved again and let him press up tight against her marehood and push through, dampening his head.

For a few minutes, this was enough; the two of them remained cuddled together, and then she moved again, lining him up.

Troubleshoes thought that her mouth was the best thing ever.

He was wrong a lot.

Rain was warm and wet and inviting and he’d thought that her mouth was amazing and while he wasn’t wrong, at the time he’d thought that he didn’t have the full picture. He didn’t understand how different this would be, how it could be even better.

Before, the two of them had been competing and they’d both won. Now the two were working to a common goal, now there was pressure on neither. They’d both gotten the immediate out, they’d both learned about each other’s bodies and each other’s pleasure, now it was huffs and soft moans as he buried his dick in her, his balls banging against her clit at each thrust.

He tossuled her mane and nibbled her ears and bit her withers and as she got close she started trotting in place then froze as she was on the cusp of climax. Troubleshoes almost pulled back to ask her if she was okay and the two of them came almost simultaneously.

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Rain shuddered as she felt him cum, her muscles instinctively pulling him in against her cervix, and he was big enough to lightly touch it, giving her the strangest pleasure-pain that was as quickly forgotten as she orgasmed again, then another time after he’d gone soft—still inside her—and withdrawn with a wet splat.

He nuzzled and whuffed and let out a long, pleasured sigh and she let her focus broaden as his breathing slowed. She let herself take in the warm body pressed up against hers, the feel of grass and earth on her barrel, the harsh moonlight, softened only by the trees. She allowed a few aftershocks of pleasure from the memory of his touch and the final dribble of cum that was drying on her hindquarters.

Maybe in the morning they’d have sex again, or maybe they wouldn’t. Maybe she’d feel the need to go back to her herd; maybe he’d feel the need to go back to the mountains.

He started snoring, and she pressed up against him, safe and secure. The morning would bring what it brought; for now, there was nothing to concern herself with but the present.

Author's Note

An entry for the Furry Foray Festival.

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