Shoved to the wall, lips assaulted by another’s, a hard shaft shoved inside only by the tip. The pre-cum of her lover felt all the better, goosebumps sending her fur on edge. No more waiting, no more restrictions. Today would be the big one.
Her lover’s fight against her tongue continued unabated by her moans, wings fluttering wild against the pale green wall of her room. His tip teasing her entrance pushed only a smidgen inside before being pulled back out. The odor emitted by her aching marehood filled the room with desire.
What would her mom say? What would his other marefriends say? If they knew he was going to buck her like a husband does his wife, would they object?
Who cares if they object? This is her life, his body to use as he wants. If he didn’t pull out, if she got pregnant, she refused to give up on their baby. The shaft worked its way inside her quivering pussy, every muscle fighting the inevitable. His motion back out drew an even louder moan into his mouth, the stallion separating to lick his lips at her panting, desperate face.
“D-Don’t...” She swallowed back her fear and anxiety. Every ounce of her fought out those last words. She needed to know. Needed to feel that love. “D-Don’t pull out.”
“I won’t.” His breath against her ear sent shivers down her back, propping her up onto his cock for optimal thrusting. His lips passed over hers, the first good thrust filling her canal before retreating. It was better than his tongue or his hoof filling her entrance, knowing that this was an act of love being made. No longer would she have the dreaded ignorance of true sex. Another thrust in drew out another groan into his mouth, the next pulling back accompanied by another deep thrust.
Tip to balls, hitting her cervix to drag out another squeak as he picked up speed to pound her soaking insides. No. This would be nothing like their previous times. Her entire body desired his seed as deep inside as possible, to fill her with the love only a solid dick could give. Each pass he made into her, another piece of her jolted, another spark sent shooting up her spine.
It was better than she ever imagined. His tongue didn’t have the same girth, hoof the same depth. And the louder his balls slapping her ass became, the greater her moans filled the air. It wasn’t a want. Not a dirty desire or spur-of-the-moment lustful act.
It was a need.
The knots within built up, tensing her body as release approached. All the warning signs from the full erection of her wings to the way her muscles squirmed against his throbbing member gave him the motivation to push harder, faster, and with less restraint. If they never bucked again, if one dropped dead tomorrow, the other would remember tonight for the rest of eternity.
Tension gathered deep within her core, the whining of her womb desiring to receive a magnificent flood sending her mind into chaos. Only one deep need broke through the fog of her mind. Knots pushed to their limit, muscles constricting his head and shaft deep within her. Then the moment she was waiting for.
In a single squeal that pierced the air, her body constricted against his. The legs behind his back held him tight to her groin, the thrusts inside pushing her beyond any orgasm she had ever had before. Every one of her legs shook with the release of her marecum against his dick and balls, her insides getting cramped as his thrusts became erratic and a groan escaped his mouth.
In a blast of warmth that radiated through her entire core, waves of hot semen pulsed from the flared head to fill her uterus to the brim, sending stars to her vision as her breathing couldn’t take in enough air. The cum flowed around his shaft, coating her fertile insides white everywhere it could. What couldn’t fit squirted out from her vulva, blasting his balls to fall to the floor.
Her eyes readjusted to the world around her, finding them on his. Their mouths were less than a folder apart, breathing in the air exhaled by the other. That sparkle in his eyes showed her this was genuine love, not some lusty fling.
“I-I love y-you.” She let out a quiet giggle against his face, his handsome grin turning up to say the words that always sent tingles through her body.
“I-I love you too.”
The ticking clock made the moments of truth all the worse. Three weeks of waiting would end today. On the table just outside the room, her life-savings piled high in burlap sacks for convenience. If today didn’t bring her the joy she sought, she would try again.
And again, and again. Her lover-colt spoke to her every few days to see how she was doing and to rut her brains out to fill her back up with his delicious milky fluid. If today was the day, she would go straight for his apartment to tell him the monumental news that would change their lives forever. She wouldn’t be alone. He wouldn’t need other marefriends to keep him company, not when her ass was his for the rest of his life. Anytime he wanted.
No condoms or potions necessary, with or without her express permission, awake or asleep, or the need to ask where she wanted his load. It was the life they talked for days about, every post-coitus snuggle for the past year. The idea warmed on him as she kept pushing, kept that desire going. While she wasn’t the first marefriend he made love to, he would be her first. And last.
And as her eyes turned up from the green and blue checkered tiles ahead of where she sat, her grin grew without limit. Reflected in her eyes, the color blue that brought tears of joy to roll down her cheeks. Her hoof shook as she brought it to her mouth, suppressing the sob by shutting her eyes.
It was happening. She’d be moving out of her apartment into his, from her lonesome bed to one shared by their love, to hear the wedding bells desired since she was young, and the magnum opus of their year-and-a-half of dating...
A crib with their foal.
