Rubbing his brow, Anon leaned back on the bench he usually hung around and let out a content sigh. The spot had a fairly good view of the town of Ponyville, letting him see the bustling ponies and creatures alike, and it let him rest in the meantime. The quirky little village was seemingly always bustling with action, and the variety of ponies, dragons, and more was certainly reflective of the work put in by Twilight and her friends years prior to his arrival.
He had a decent friendship with each of the Elements, having been taken to Princess Twilight’s castle in Canterlot upon his first few hours in this world. It was to be expected, being he was seemingly as alien to these equines as they were to him. Though, with his abrupt appearance quickly acknowledged, he soon found out how welcoming this world was. Greeted kindly, and deemed as no threat to the land, he was graciously given the group’s blessing to carry on freely in Equestria. In his time since he had found out just how big of a deal meeting them all was, being they defended the world from monsters and more back in their prime, but with their glory days behind them they’d found a more leisurely lifestyle.
Being as it was, Equestria was rather mundane nowadays, with day to day life no longer interrupted by a megalomaniac of some sort attempting to conquer the innocent land. It would seem boring for most, especially for a weird, unknown creature like him, but he had fortunately been welcomed with open arms - or rather forelegs being his company. Glancing down at the watch on his wrist, noting the time to be around 3 P.M. on the dot, he raised a brow and glanced around. He was expecting some company but…
“Yo, Anon! Sorry I’m a little late!” a scrappy voice from behind him rang out, causing him to turn.
Greeting him was one of the mares that had welcomed him openly since nearly his first week here - Scootaloo. A teacher at the School of Friendship, he had grown close to her and her two friends, finding time where he could hang out with the trio of crusaders whenever possible. They had a chummy connection, drinking cider, playing games, going shopping at times - and it was one he found to be a highlight of his time here.
Trotting up to him, wiping sweat off her brow, she took a deep breath and smiled over at him. “Had a toooon of students after class that I had to help with some assignments. Sweetie Belle is up in Canterlot checking on Rarity’s shop for her, and Apple Bloom is super busy focusing on the harvest, so I kinda had to solo it all.”
“You don’t gotta explain it all to me, Scoots,” Anon replied, returning her smile and scruffing her mane. “I’d wait all day if I had to for ya~”
A tint of a blush crept into Scootaloo’s cheeks, as she scoffed and jabbed him playfully in the side. “Tch ~ Knowing you, you’d be bored within the first hour!”
He gave her a bump on the shoulder in response, chuckling to himself and sitting up. “Nah, how could I ditch my favorite pegasus just cause she’s late?” He shrugged, winking at her. “Then who’d be my super lightweight drinking buddy at the bar for the night?~”
“Oh come on,” Scootaloo groaned, rolling her eyes. “That was one time!”
He leaned forward, tapping her snout with his finger and shaking his head. “You had a whole two shots of cider, and before Sweetie Belle, Applebloom, or I knew it, you were hitting on the bartender and flaunting that big flank of yours for everypony to see.”
That blush deepened in her muzzle, as she looked into his eyes. “You think my flank is big?” Her eyes went wide, shaking her head furiously as she stamped the ground. “I - uh I mean, how can you blame me? I hadn’t eaten all day!”
Anon paused, having picked up on the mare’s reaction to his remark. It wasn’t out of character for him to make the rare lewd comment on her or her friends. After all, he was surrounded by three terribly attractive mares with, and he’d admit, some of the juiciest, fattest asses he had seen in his time here. Honestly, he had found himself more often than not fantasizing about her and her pals, but he’d never admit it. He cared for them beyond just their bodies, finding each of their personalities absolutely stellar. Any stallion would be lucky enough to date any of them, but he always assumed he wasn’t even on their radar. He did have feelings for all of them, but he’d never admit it - he valued them immensely as his closest friends, and he feared any sort of confession could squander their relationship into an awkward, gradual falling out.
Opting to not press her on the question or blush, he stood up from the bench. “Yeah, yeah. Heard that excuse before. So, what’s the plan? Got anything you wanna do today?”
“Well, I did have something I’ve been meaning to do,” Scootaloo replied, glancing over her shoulder and towards the direction of Sweet Apple Acres. “I’ve never shown you our old clubhouse, have I?”
Anon put his hands on his hips, pursing his lip and looking in the same direction as her. “Isn’t that where you all had your CMC meetings as foals?”
“Yeah! We used to hang in there allll the time way back! It’ll be fun to show ya!” she excitedly replied, her wings buzzing at her sides.
“Alright,” Anon sighed, shaking his head. “I guess a ‘Scootaloo’s Absurd Adventures as a Foal’ history lesson couldn’t hurt.”
She pouted, scrunching her muzzle. “They weren’t absurd! They were…endearing! The amount of cutie mark finding plans we used to make there were countless!”
“And how many involved you, a scooter, and a ramp leading to several hazardous landing locations?” he tittered.
“I dunno, maybe four - hey!” she scolded, catching on to his sarcasm but cracking her angry look to smirk, soon giggling. “Okay, a lot more than four. Just, c’mon, you idiot.”
Sarcastically bowing forward, Anon swayed his hand in front of him. “Lead the way ma’am.”
“You’re a dork,” she snickered, nudging him lightly before turning to leave. “Follow me.”
“C’mon, we’re almost there!” Scootaloo called out, galloping several feet ahead of Anon and into the depths of the apple orchard.
Anon wheezed air into his lungs, trying and failing to keep up with the mare. Albeit flightless, years of being Rainbow Dash’s adoptive sister had led the pegasus to become quite the speedster. He couldn’t complain though. As sinful as he was, her constant trot ahead of him allowed him to eye up that shapely rear of hers.
A part of him felt bad for it, being he was eyeing up his sweet friend’s bountiful booty, but his carnal cravings couldn’t be ignored. She had arguably one of the plumpest rumps he’d seen, which seemed rather uncharacteristic in regard to her lifestyle and pony race. Still, he was not going to complain. Each step she made had those fat asscheeks of hers jiggling and swaying like jello, the occasional swish of her tail giving him a brief yet spectacular look at her delectable nethers.
He didn’t only love the charisma and charm she had, but he’d had many a wet dream of fucking that orange, massive, curvy rump of hers till she was spurting out cum like a fountain.
Shaking his head, droplets of sweat dripping down his face, he pursued her. Lustful thoughts and the tent in his pants, which he dutifully hid, weren’t his priority. She had been more than eager to show him this old treehouse, and if it meant a lot to her he was more than happy to learn about it. Briskly catching up to her, avoiding eyeing her wobbling cheeks, he watched as she slowed to a halt.
“There it is,” she breathed, glancing up.
Anon followed her gaze, catching sight of a shoddy, broken-down little hut resting up in the crux of a tree. Leaning over, putting his hands on his knees, he took the time to rest, breathing heavily as he glanced at the small building.
“So - huff - that’s the place?” he mumbled, a touch shakey from his strenuous efforts.
A snort rang out to his side, causing him to turn his attention toward Scootaloo. Nearly immediately, his eyes went wide as he felt his already erect member surge with heat. She was resting on her side in the grass, throwing him a smug look. With the way she was laying, he could drink in her figure perfectly.
Her forelegs were folded inwards a portion as she rested, that beautiful face of hers throwing him a mischievous smile just a bit further. Those small, never-grown wings of hers, adorable in his opinion, rested along her tone back, but what was down the line is what sent his lust to new heights. Looking further down her back, reaching her dock, he noticed how her slender torso formed a v shape of sorts once it reached there.
Mainly due to her fat, horribly tempting, flanks forming two mounds of plush, bouncing flesh around it like mountains.
With how she was laying, he could drink in just how thick that rump of hers was. A mouthwatering piece of delectable, plump pegasus ass was all he could fixate on. Her cutie mark rested on the side of each asscheek, large in proportion with her massive buns. He could see her thickness squishing against the grass below her, that soft body of hers like a pillow against the earth below. Resting right below her tail, with it being partially raised, he could see the rim of her puffy ponut, the tempting hole showing its edge and size but nothing more. A portion of her juicy thighs only teased him further, and the sweat dripping down her form made the sight tortuous to his libido.
“Heh - Couldn’t keep up, huh?” she teased, unaware of him scoping her out. “That run sure made me work up a bit of a sweat~” She wiped the salty vestiges of her brief workout off her brow, giggling. “Though you look like you’re drenched. Haven’t you been working out?”
Anon took a final heave, filling his lungs with air as he steadied his breathing. “Yeah, well, with how much you’re packing back there I’m sure there’s some muscle. It isn’t a very fair race in reality.” He crossed his arms, turning his nose up to the sky and scoffing. “And I’ll have you know I have been going to the gym, it’s just that a good portion of pony equipment isn’t exactly compatible with a thing like me.”
“I - uh,” Scootaloo stammered, the same blush from before forming on her muzzle. “Heh…well…erm.” She paused, that flush on her cheeks deepening as she further registered his remark, before she clenched her eyes and shook her head. “I’m…glad you’re going to the gym at least.” She composed herself, coolly looking over at him and shooting him a wolfish grin. “But maybe you should go a bit more, you looked like you were dying.”
Anon glowered at her, doing his best not to divert his eyes to her rump. “Yeah, whatever. You gonna show me this…thing?” He turned towards the shoddy clubhouse, scratching his head. “It’s - uh…nice?”
“You don’t gotta lie,” Scootaloo sighed, getting up and trotting over beside him. “It’s been years since we used that place. Growing up, getting busy with our own lives, it just kinda faded away into the past I guess.” She pouted, looking at the paint chipping off the side. “Probably should’ve taken better care of it over the years, even if we weren’t using it anymore.”
Anon could sense the slight nostalgic sadness in her voice, reaching down and stroking her hair. “Hey, didn’t Apple Bloom mention fixing this old thing up a while ago though?”
“Yeah, we’re going to get to it eventually,” she replied, smiling over at him. “Just sad to see it like this.”
Anon returned her smile, patting her gently. “Look at it this way. Seeing it how it is now might suck, but it’ll make seeing it renovated all the better!” He rose up, pointing a finger at the small treehouse. “And you’ll get to show it to me again - in all its glory!”
Scootaloo’s smile furthered, as she chuckled lightly at him. He looked down at her, giving her a toothy grin right back. Her mood lightening up made him feel all the better. Caring thoughts easily conquered the lustful ones, as he put his friends' happiness and relief far above his devious daydreams. He kept his eyes locked with hers for a brief period, drinking in her gorgeous smile and the way her cheeks grew rosy. The hints of a blush on her muzzle could mean many things, so he didn’t want to let his mind wander.
“I wonder if you’ll be able to fit in it,” she began, turning her attention away and towards the clubhouse.
Anon eyed up the building, putting his hand on top of his head and soon hovering it over Scootaloo. “Well, even as a full-grown mare you’re a lot smaller than me, so…I dunno.” A devilish glint sparkled in his eye, as he focused his gaze on her. “Maybe you’re just really short though…”
“I am not short!” she blurted out, swinging a foreleg at his hovering hand and causing it to retreat. “I’m the same height as the average pegasus mare!”
“Which is tiny.”
“The average is only, like, two inches shorter than the unicorn one! And they’re the tallest!”
“So you’re tiny in comparison.”
“I…ugh. You’re a real pain in the flank ~ you know that?”
Shaking her head, opting to conclude their brief debate with a notion of surrender, Scootaloo looked over the stairs leading up to the treehouse’s door. The planks were aged, shakey, and broken in some areas, but for the most part, they seemed intact. Furrowing her brow, fumbling with some thoughts in her mind, she shrugged her shoulders.
“Only way to find out if you’d fit is by actually checking it out,” she noted, bumping his hip with her own.
Stumbling forward a bit, Anon looked between her and the clubhouse. “Wait, what? That thing doesn’t seem stable at all!”
Scootaloo trotted towards the ramp-esque steps, placing a foreleg on the first one. “Jeez you’re such a wimp sometimes, you know that?”
“Since when was being logically cautious wimpy?” he questioned, throwing his hands up in offense.
Scootaloo teasingly tapped her chin, pretending to be lost in thought. “Hmmm, depends really…” She trailed off, taking another few steps before snickering to herself. “How old are you? I’d say about that long.”
Anon rolled his eyes, tapping his foot against the grass below. “Very funny, Scoots.” His attention was pulled down as he heard the stairwell give an audible creak, with her having made it almost halfway up now. “Just come down, it’s definitely not stable.”
“What’s that?” Scootaloo yelled out, raising a hoof to her ear. “Sorry! I’m deaf when it comes to cowardly humans!” She took another few steps, nearing the last small set of them and rolling her eyes. “It’s fine, Anon. See? I’m standing here no problem.”
Anon watched her turn around, giving him a clear view of her thick rump, though for once he didn’t opt to ogle her goods. “Scootaloo, I’m being serious! I don’t want you to get hurt.”
She sighed, taking a few more steps up, nearing the door. “Dude, relax! I’m telling you there’s nothing to - w-woah!”
With a terrifyingly loud snap, one of the foundation beams of the red staircase snapped, offsetting the mare on it and causing her to stumble. Backpedaling, hearing the wailing cries of the aged wood below her, Scootaloo felt the entire set of steps begin to shake underneath her. Her wings spread open instinctively, urging her to fly yet unable to, and she scurried backwards.
Anon’s eyes went wide, as he surged forward, standing behind her below the steps. Preparing himself, watching her stumbling backwards and nearing the edge, he watched as her hindleg neared the edge of the small platform.
“O-okay! Maybe I should’ve listened - Ah!”
With her shakey retort and sudden cry, Anon watched her slip off the stairs and hurtle towards the ground towards him. Bracing himself, picturing himself as some sort of hero in a movie scene, he opened his arms and prepared to catch her.
“Don’t worry, Scoots! I got - mmmph!”
He wasn’t that smooth, frankly, he was anything but.
Before he knew it, he had realized he had misjudged the angle of her fall, leaving his face in the direct path of her flank. In the blink of an eye, he went from carefully tracking his friend's position as she fell, to having a face full of ass. The force she hit him with pushed him back, causing him to fall backwards onto the ground with her in tow. Slamming down on it, he felt her body bounce on his own, having broken her fall - though the tinge of pain he felt was masked by something miraculous.
A face full of ass, meant a face full of ass, and Anon was smothered in all that she had. Squashed under her rump, he felt his lips pressing against something warm and wet, whilst his nose pressed against something that smelt absolutely divine. He was quick to open his eyes, hastily deducing what he was feeling.
His heart stopped for a moment, his stomach filled with butterflies, and his dick surged with blood as his erection went from manageable to downright painful. Pressed against his lips, were her lips - but not the kind up top. Those soft, moist folds of her embraced his mouth, the faint juices they had coating his face and slipping into his mouth. He had an incredibly small volume of her nectar sneak into his mouth, being she wasn’t aroused and he wasn’t diving in to munch on her muff, but simply a victim of a collision with her bodacious behind - though that meager amount was all that was needed to send his nerves alight.
A tangy, sweet flavor assailed his taste buds, dancing across them like a bunch of pop rocks. Orange was the dominant taste, sweet yet packing a punch right after as the salty yet arousing effects of her sweat mixed in with his sample. The idea of her pussy being right on his face was heavenly enough, but the issue of his nose quickly took the stage with it.
His nose was pressed firmly, and comfortably, up against her puffy ponut. Nuzzling the taut hole with his snout, feeling the damp sensation of sweat lining it, he instinctively drew in a sharp breath. Immediately, his olfactory senses were flooded with an aroma akin to that of her taste. A sweet, heavenly scent funneled into his sinuses, sending a chill down his spine as his cock strained in his pants. He knew all ponies smelt good, especially when it came to their goods, but Scootaloo smelt like something out of a dream.
Eyes fluttering, lost in both confusion and the sensations accosting him, Anon laid back in the grass absolutely dumbstruck, giving out a groan as the pain from the fall ripped through him briefly. However, he of course wasn’t alone in the tumble.
Scootaloo gasped, eyes going wide as she blinked wildly. She had felt herself fall, but the impact wasn’t bad at all, though she quickly found out the reason being was the lanky human below her - acting as her fleshy cushion. She had initially made to speak, but a surge of heat rippled through her, as she felt something prodding her asshole and pussy alike. She slowly glanced over her shoulder, her face going bright crimson.
She was quite literally sitting on his face.
Stammering, she began to move off of him. “A-ah! S-sorry! I - ooh?”
Her escape had been halted, though it was by her own will. Having made to move, she briefly lowered her torso and leveled her muzzle right into the massive tent in his pants. She had paused immediately, feeling the rock-hard dick he had underneath his shorts pressing on her muzzle, seemingly enthralled for a moment.
Though concealed by his white shorts, Scootaloo was more than able to get a grasp on the size of his length. Straining against the fabric, forced to angle downwards as it pushed it to the brink, his dick was easily one of the biggest she’d seen. Thick, long, and desperate to escape, she quickly realized what had gotten his member in such a state.
“I-It’s fine! Let’s just get u-up and - mmmph?”
And with that realization, she slowly lowered her rump the few centimeters she had moved and back onto his face, silencing his reply with her nethers. She felt him give a confused, muffled response after her action, but couldn’t pay mind to it. Gasping, feeling his lips against her now winking cunt, she watched his cock throb in his pants before her. Her assumption was confirmed - she’d gotten him like that.
Her mind raced, watching the massive log before her silently begging to be released while she pieced together what was going on. He seemed to have genuine interest in her, at least sexually, and it caused butterflies to form in her stomach. She’d never seen him in such a light, but now, recalling his remarks about her plump ass and basking in the sheer size of his confined cock, she was starting to feel the craving within her skyrocket.
He was polite, kind, sweet, caring, and so much more, having time and time again dropped everything to help her or her friends. She hadn’t been looking for a mate, not even during heat, thanks to her trusty silicone dong back home, but the idea of doing the deed with him began to sound more and more appealing with each passing second. Biting her lip, instinctively grinding her goods against his face, she felt that blush from before creep into her muzzle. Yet this time it wasn’t of embarrassment.
It was of lust.
She’d always been an “act first, think last” mare, and that aspect of her personality was about to shine. As lewd images of her and her buddy filled her imagination, she stifled a moan. The turn of events was unexpected, but she wasn’t going to reserve herself - she never had before after all.
Lifting her rump, a mixed trail of saliva and her juices creating a string connecting to Anon’s face, she looked over her shoulder at him. “Sooo…” She eyed him lustfully, gingerly poking his dick through his pants. “Wanna explain Anon Jr. over here?”
Anon’s eyes were fixated on her goods. Looming mere inches over his face, he watched as her pussy winked angrily. He wanted to respond, to give an apology and pray she’d forgive him, but the thought left him. Eyeing her drooling depths, and piecing together that she did just throw her rump down onto him, he realized a crucial fact of their situation.
She was as worked up as he was now.
“M-maybe,” he stammered, attempting to reclaim his composure. “Wanna explain this winking pussy of yours?~”
He felt his body freeze up, nerves taking over as he made the lewd retort. He was hoping she was genuinely worked up like him, or else he had made a potential friendship-ruining level mistake. Nervously awaiting her reply, he fixated on her nethers, their state the best reassurance of his belief.
Scootaloo’s ear flicked as his words met her, her cunt giving an enthusiastic wink in response. She had no idea how she hadn’t genuinely considered Anon a possible mate, perhaps due to him not being a pony, but she wanted to slap herself in the face for only now realizing it. His personality wasn’t her usual type, but he was an absolute charmer, and now, getting an eyeful of his goods, she knew he was packing enough meat to put most stallions to shame. Figuring she was too deep to turn back now, she bit the bullet.
She blushed deeply, scrunching her muzzle. “W-well, when a big, thick cock is tauntingly put in front of your face it’s hard to ignore!”
Her loins surged with heat, as she drank in every last word that escaped her lips. The sheer, blunt honesty of her lustful thoughts sent her for a whirl, and although she was usually gung-ho about almost everything, a part of her cringed at her remark. She worried if she read the situation wrong, that she confused his usual smug bantering with lewd intent.
“You think my cock is big?”
Relief coursed through her at his words, all while she flushed with need. “Y-yeah…”
Anon’ eyes went wide, knowing now his fears had been dismissed. She was into what he had to offer, and that drenched marehood of hers was in response to his package. With his confidence surging in tune with the blood funneling into his erect dick, he didn’t waste the wondrous opportunity.
“Yeah well,” Anon continued, licking his lips, “when a fat, juicy ass like yours is always being shown off, and then you put your goods in my face, it’s hard to not get worked up!”
Scootaloo bit her lip, her lust rising more and more. “S-so you do think my ass is fat!”
“It’s hard to not watch these fat asscheeks of yours go, Scoots!” He began to trickle his hands up her thighs, heart racing at a million miles a minute. “They’re the stuff of dreams! My dreams!”
His flirty yet dirty compliment sang a song to her heart and mind both, soon finding herself drifting closer to his cock. “Y-your dreams, huh?” She grew closer to his contained goods, inches from the fabric of his pants. “Well…I hadn’t looked at you like this before today but, holy buck are you packing heat, Anon. It looks better than the stuff I’ve dreamed about~”
“Says you,” he quickly shot back, fending off his fear and drifting his hands onto her ass. “You’ve been unintentionally flaunting this plump rump of yours since we met, and teasing me with glimpses at those holes of yours!”
He felt those thick flanks of hers give in to his hands, letting him sink his digits into them and grope those wondrous cheeks. She had an absolutely stellar rump, and the sensation of feeling them up sent his cock into a lustful frenzy. He caressed her flanks, rubbing his hand over her cutie marks, and pulling them apart every few motions.
She didn’t reply, or rather she couldn’t. Feeling his palms grip her thick cheeks, she caved entirely to her desires. Her muzzle surged forward, pressing itself against the fabric of his pants. Nuzzling his dick through the apparel, she took a deep, heavy breath. Her sinuses were assailed with his earthy, exotic musk, sending a shiver down her spine as her pussy gushed with her arousal. Her eyes fluttered, finding herself enamored by his scent.
“Buck, you smell so good,” she cooed, heaving in more of his scent.
Anon felt downright giddy, realizing the course his day was beginning to go down. “You smelt and tasted amazing, Scootaloo.”
Hearing his reply, Scootaloo felt a tinge of jealousy grow within her. Smelt and tasted? He got to sample her holes fully, and she found her marish instincts demanding the same on her end. Pulling away from his dick, glowering down at the button of his pants, she licked her lips.
“No fair ~ I wanna get a taste of you too then!” she yelled out, diving down and clenching the button of his pants between her teeth.
Anon’s eyes went wide as dinner plates, listening to her curse as she struggled with his button. “A-are we actually about to do this?!”
“St-sthupid buhtton!” she replied, her words slurred as she clenched his pants in her maw. “Y-yesh we are!”
He didn’t need a second reminder. Pulling his hands off her cheeks, he wrapped his arms around her thighs and reached down towards his pants. Feeling her pull her muzzle away, he quickly unbuttoned his jeans.
She dove down like a hawk, clenching her teeth around the zipper of his pants and hastily moving down. Groaning for a moment, seeing yet another set of fabric blocking her path, she whirled her head back towards him.
“How much bucking clothes do you have to wear?!” She didn’t let him respond, hastily biting down on his underwear and pulling it back. “Let me see this fat bucking -“
Before she could react, his throbbing, warm shaft shot up, slapping her right on the snout. Her eyes went wide, as she was finally able to bask in all of its glory.
“C-cock…”
It rested right between her eyes, pulsing in tune with every beat of his heart. His scent intensified tenfold, forcing her to begin drooling. The divine musk he had sang a song to her marish desires, and she shuddered intensely as she heaved more of it in. It was massive, but delectably tempting, and she finally decided to outright say the obvious.
Glancing back at him, she smirked. “Ready?”
“For what I think is about to happen?” Anon replied, peeking out at her as he already returned to feeling her up.
“I need to sample this fat, juicy dick of yours,” she growled, her voice littered with lust.
Anon was taken aback by her forwardness, yet he gave his response clearly. Raising a hand, he slapped her sweaty rump with decent force, causing it to jiggle before his eyes. “Oh ~ Well, don’t keep me waiting!”
“Ahn~” Scootaloo moaned, eyes fluttering from the pained pleasure she felt. Biting her lip, she snickered, throwing him a devious look. “Make sure you do well back there while I throat you~”
“Wait wha - mmmph!”
Before he could reply, he was met by Scootaloo’s ass slamming down onto his face. Quickly picking up what she was laying down, he didn’t hesitate. Diving his tongue into her pussy, he hungrily lapped at her drooling depths. He nuzzled her asshole with his nose, breathing in the downright euphoric sweet scent she offered. Ponies always smelt better than anything he had experienced back home, and their taste was seemingly superior as well - he wondered just how every inch tasted like heaven itself.
He didn’t pay the thought much mind, raising his hands and smacking Scootaloo’s cheeks while he munched her muff, losing himself to the bliss of his dream coming true. He suckled on her clit, caressing the sensitive bean with his tongue before rotating back to pushing into her walls.
“Mmph ~ B-buck you’re good at that!” she moaned, pressing her ass into his face further before turning to face his cock. “Let me return the favor~”
She nuzzled his member, gliding it along her snout while basking in its carnal glory. It laid right between her eyes and she stooped down to his base, and she could feel every beat of his heart through the blood rushing in it. The scent, the size, the warmth, and just who it belonged to made it the pinnacle of all things enticing to her. Huffing in more of his scent, shuddering from the aroma and the sensation of him eating her out, she seized the moment.
Her tongue drifted from her mouth before she slowly began to drag it up his length. She had to fight back a chorus of moans as his taste accosted her, inching her way up that mighty shaft with carnal hunger. Reaching the tip, she swirled her tongue around the head of his cock, giggling as she heard him moan into her ass. His taste was euphoric, a mixture of exotic spices and salty sweat, a blend that felt as addicting as it was arousing.
Feeling him give another hard smack on her ass, eliciting a pleasurable gasp from her, she snickered. He was doing wonders to pleasure her, mixing his loving lapping with degrading slapping, and she was keen to fulfill her promise of returning the favor. Swirling her tongue around his tip once more, she paused, braced herself, and dove right down.
He was immense, long and decently thick, but she was determined to make quite the impression. Clenching her eyes shut, she managed to force each pulsing inch down her throat, hilting him within her muzzle. She held her breath, feeling herself stripped of the ability to breathe, but the latent danger of the notion called to the daring depths of her heart. Opening her eyes, soon feeling them flutter as she realized his cock was in her mouth, she slowly pulled back up.
A line of saliva coated his dick as she pulled back, inching out of her throat and maw until she paused at the top. Confident in her ability now, Scootaloo took another deep breath and shot back down. They both entered a routine motion, with her bobbing up and down on his shaft with fury. She lathered his length with her saliva, dutifully blowing him with every morsel of will she had within her, all while he kissed and suckled her pussy amongst his frequent slaps on her ass.
The pleasures they were enduring were beyond their wildest dreams, and this was only from some oral. Both their minds raced with further lecherous desires, coating their imagination with nothing but carnal affairs. Each slap on her flanks ushered Scootaloo to throw her head down faster, and every tip she swirled her tongue along the underside of his shaft urged Anon to tease that clit of hers all the more.
A sea of moans escaped each of their lips, muffled by one another’s nethers. They were lost in the moment, evolving their embrace with each passing moment. Shifting her a bit, Anon brought his lips to her needy asshole, quickly latching his mouth onto it and getting to work. He swirled his tongue around the rim of her backdoor, tasting the intensified sweet flavors of orange and the heavier taste of sweat. He would have never guessed a pony’s ponut would be one of the best flavors he’d ever savored, but he was more than happy to be wrong.
Feeling him diving his tongue into her asshole, Scootaloo’s eyes fluttered as she moaned around his cock. Pulling back, determined to mix it up as he did, she released his cock and leaned forward further. Eyeing his hefty nuts, she licked her lips and immediately went to work. Lapping at them, swirling her tongue around each ball carefully, she popped one of them into her mouth and suckled on it hungrily. She caressed it with her tongue, knowing her efforts bore fruit as he intensified eating her out. Among her moans, she snickered, beyond enamored by the situation as a whole. Releasing his nut with an audible pop, she dove down onto the other one and repeated her efforts.
Minutes went by as they gave one another the oral performance of their lifetime. Rotating from pussy to asshole and cock to balls, each made sure to leave one another’s nethers coated in their saliva. Their efforts grew more and more intense, the rotation adding another level of pleasure to the mix, and it began to reach its peak.
They both tensed up, feeling their bodies freeze as their bodies exploded with heat. In blissful synchronization, their climaxes came with alarming speed. Scootaloo dove her muzzle down, forcing his cock entirely down her throat, eager to receive her reward. Anon dug his fingers into the plush flesh of her ass, suckling on her clit with renewed vigor as he felt her begin to shake.
The few seconds they were in felt like a small eternity, as their climaxes struck with ruinous force. Both released a pleasurable wail into one another’s goods, as they entered the realm of pleasure itself. Scootaloo’s marish juices gushed from her cunt, coating Anon’s face with her delectable and aromatic bliss. He himself thrusted his hips into her face, forcing his cock further down her gullet and blowing his load. The massive release bore immense amounts of seed, as rope after rope of his spunk shot out of him and down her throat. It kept coming, her climatic release and his seed, until his mouth was lathered in her bliss and her belly bulged slightly from his load.
They both pulled away from each other’s groins, gasping and heaving air into their lungs as they came down from their highs. To say the experience was good would be a criminally large understatement, as far as oral exchanges went, it had been perfect. Sweat ran down their bodies, and Anon could hear Scootaloo gulping down the last vestiges of his seed. Licking his lips, savoring her climatic taste, he watched as she looked back at him.
“That…was…amazing,” she breathed, smiling over at him.
He smirked, caressing her flank with his hand. “Getting a top-tier blowjob from you wasn’t on my agenda for the day, but I sure as hell am not complaining.”
She chuckled, pressing her ass back against his palm and biting her lip as he squeezed it. “Taking your fat cock down my throat wasn’t planned either but,” she gave his dick a kiss, lapping up some remaining seed. “as you can see, I’m pretty fond of it~”
“So, are we stopping at only that?~” he teased, smacking her rump affectionately.
Her smile was quickly replaced with surprise, as she noticed his length was still hard. “W-woah! You’re still able to go?”
“Yeah? Is that not normal?” he questioned, looking at her curiously.
She shook her head, gawking over at his member. “All stallions can only go once every few hours. You’re telling me you can go again right after?!”
He flexed his manhood right before her eyes, teasing her snout with it lightly. “Yup ~ You can suck this big guy over and over if you wanna! Well, eventually I’ll have to stop…but I’ve got a lot left in the tank~”
“Oh ~ I don’t think I wanna suck your dick again,” she replied, her voice littered with lust. Swiftly, she wheeled around, placing her hooves on both sides of his head and facing him properly. She lowered her hips, slowly grinding his member along her slip. “I think this awesome cock of yours can be put to better use~”
His heart skipped a beat, as he felt her drooling snatch grind against him. “And I’m sure that pussy of yours could milk me dry.”
She lowered her muzzle, hovering mere inches from his face, as her eyes stared into his with a lust-crazed aura. “Wanna test that theory out?”
He caressed her back, slowly sliding his hands down it. Going over her wings, caressing her feathers and earning an adorable gasp from her, he paused as he gripped down onto her hips. “You think we’re going fast?”
“You complaining?” she replied, lightly kissing his nose. “I’ll get off you right now if you’re going to be a dork about this - nnngh!”
Her teasing reply was swiftly destroyed by Anon’s hands forcing her hips downwards. Pressed against his length, her marehood ground against it with far more pressure, sending tantalizing spikes of pleasure through her body from head to hoof. Gasping sharply, wholly unready for the sudden sensations rippling through her, she bit her lip.
“That a good enough answer for you?~” Anon cooed, watching her shudder from his actions.
Composing herself, Scootaloo snickered. “Yup ~ So with that out of the way.” She leaned bow down, eyeing him intensely. Shifting her hips, she pulled her waist up and leveled her winking depths with the head of his cock. “Fuck me.”
Her sultry tone made his heart skip a beat, his cock aching with need from her voice alone. With his stamina back, and his lust somehow even higher than before, he didn’t make her wait. Gripping down onto her hips ferociously, he slammedher ass down onto his groin. In one swift motion, he felt his member slip into her marehood, wholly unprepared for the sensations that struck him.
Her pussy was an angel’s caress. The velvety depths she had to offer were lubricated perfectly by her cascading lustful juices, and her walls immediately clenched down onto him like a vice. He moaned openly, feeling her asscheeks press against his thighs as he slipped every last inch he had to offer into her taut depths. His tip kissed her womb, as the two froze in place for a moment.
Scootaloo, even with her absurd levels of desire, had also been extremely unprepared for just how good he felt. She cursed herself for never trying to hook up with him before, denying herself of what was easily the best rut of her life - and he had only just entered her. He pushed her walls to the limit, with her depths hungrily clinging down onto him and feeling up every last inch he had to offer. Her every nerve danced with pleasure, but composing herself, she knew it was only just beginning.
Taking several deep breaths, she shook her head and looked down at him. “Y-you think you can handle me?~”
“Oh c’mon,” he nonchalantly replied, spanking her right on her cutie marks. “I - tch - know you’re wanting it just as badly as I am.”
It was undeniably true, and she knew it. This carnal need within her had been ignited and swiftly engulfed her entire body. The pleasures she experienced from him eating her out had been blissful, the flavors and feeling of sucking him off had been wondrous, and the knowledge that it was a creature as lovely as him had made it the apex of all her intimate interactions. She had never had such an aching desire within her, and he was the one, perfect solution for it.
She slowly raised her hips, sliding his length out of her and pausing at his tip. “I don’t want it, I bucking need it.”
With her lust-crazed remark, she threw her hips down. Slipping his entire cock into her depths with her motions, her ass jiggling from the sheer speed and force, she began to routinely bounce up and down his shaft. The pleasures he sent through her were beyond words, sending thrilled chills through her being with every rise and fall of her rump. She willfully clenched down onto him, caressing his member while feeling up every last divine inch it had to offer.
She went on and on, losing herself to her lust in blissful fashion. Her wings fluttered at her sides, her eyes rolled back, and her tongue hung out as she released a cacophony of pleasurable cries. Each nerve in her body was filled with electrifying sensations, making the entire situation all the more overwhelming.
Anon held down onto her hips, moving his hands down every few moments to give her an encouraging slap on the rump. He had never thought he’d ever end up bedding his buddy, thinking it was too far-fetched, but now they were rutting with everything they had. He thrust his hips upwards in tune with her motions, the routine clapping of their bodies meeting only driving him further. The feelings her depths provided intensified with each passing second, causing his legs to twitch and his face to morph into a pleasurable grimace.
Just like before during their mutual oral, time itself felt like it slowed to a blissful crawl. The world around them faded away as they were wholly focused on each other. Sounds, scents, and sights beyond one another were unknown and uncared for, as they simply indulged one another in everything they had. The combined aroma they formed was fragrant and delightful, and the sounds of their mutual moans were music to their ears.
“F-fuck ~ Scoots you’re - unf - so good!” Anon stammered, biting his lip as his loins began to ache.
She gave another throaty moan, gazing down at him. “K-keep going! You’re bucking - ahn - amazing! I’m…I’m close!”
The rate of their motions quickened, the routine meeting of their bodies releasing a constant flow of lewd sounds. Sweat beaded down their bodies as they continued to give their all to one another.
Wincing, feeling his balls begin to give the telltale signs of a climax, Anon peeked up at her. “S-Scootaloo, I’m gonna -“
“Inside! Don’t you dare pull out!” she interrupted, wailing with pleasure. “I’m so close! I need it!”
Her words fueled Anon with some otherworldly force. Wrapping his hands around her back, he strained his legs and managed to roll them over. Scootlaoo gave a surprised gasp from the sudden motion, eyes going wide as she soon found herself on her back. Before she could react, he moved her hind legs over his shoulders, pressed them forward, and pulled her into a mating press.
She couldn’t question how or what fueled him to do this, as he picked up his motions once again with intense ferocity. Nearly folded over herself, utterly dominated in a sudden turn of events, Scootaloo was sent reeling with pleasure. He pounded against her womb, teased her g-spot every time he pulled back and reentered, and gave heavy breaths as his motions became untamed. They felt it, their bodies both beginning to tense up as the inevitable approached, and gave voice to their desires.
“Scootaloo, I’m about to…” Anon began, halting his words as a set of moans escaped his lips. “I’m about to cum!”
Scootaloo fought against a sea of moans to swiftly reply. “Do it! Bucking fill my womb up! Breed me!”
And with those words, it hit them. Like a meteor crashing into the planet, their climaxes struck them with unimaginable strength and pleasure. Their bodies went alight with sensations, their vision blurred, and the world as they knew it faded away into a glorious fog of blissful release. Scootaloo opened her maw, releasing a passionate cry, her entire body locking up as her orgasm rippled through her body. Her eyes rolled back, and she could only moan as she wavered on the brink of reality.
Anon pressed her legs down more, folding her slightly smaller body further, as his cock kissed her womb and deposited his gift. Rope after rope of seed filled her awaiting foal factory, flooding its depths with ease. Spunk surged out, coating her walls with their molten bliss. The sheer volume he had deposited into her made her already subtly bulged belly go a slight portion further. It was everything he had, and he gave it all to her.
Cum spurted from her depths past the seal of his cock alongside her gushing marish juices, their mutual release sending them both towards the edges of consciousness as the sheer pleasure of it all nearly made them black out. They both spasmed, grunting and groaning happily as they began to slowly come back to reality. Their orgasms had felt like they lasted a small eternity, but with their composure returning, time came back to them, the sounds and sights of the world around them returning with it.
Breathing heavily, Anon pulled his hips back. Her walls clenched onto his dick greedily, wanting nothing more than to keep him inside. However, he slowly managed to pull out of her, a sea of cum gushing out with his exit. Moving his shoulders back, he allowed her legs to fall back down before he rolled onto his side and laid next to her.
“That…was…” he breathed.
“Amazing,” Scootaloo cooed, finishing his thought.
Slowly he turned towards her, laying on his side and smiling at her. “We…we really just did that, didn’t we?”
“Being I’m literally dripping with your cum, yeah I think so~” she teased, giggling over at him.
“About that ‘breed me’ remark,” he snickered, eyeing the slight bulge in her belly from his load. “You do know I can’t really knock you up, right? Well, unless I got a potion or something.”
She rolled her eyes, playfully jabbing him in his chest. “Yeah, well, it was hot though.”
“Oh absolutely,” he replied, giving her a loving nudge back. “Shame I didn’t actually do it~”
A blush exploded on her muzzle, as she heard the sincerity in his voice. Shying away for a moment, she nodded her head and surged towards him. Pressing her lips against his, hearing him release a surprised gasp, she held their embrace for a moment, before pulling away.
Unable to hold in a laugh as she saw his dumbstruck expression, she ran her hoof along his chest. “Hehe ~ Well, maybe down the line. Gotta treat me right for a while first.”
He looked at her in awe for some time, still struggling to comprehend their recent rut on top of the sudden kiss and comment she just gave. “Wait, are you saying…”
“After that? I mean, us starting to date seems a lot less crazy,” she tittered, nuzzling his neck. “You’re an amazing rut, but I also love ya for who you are, you dummy.”
A smile split his countenance, as he caressed and petted the back of her mane. “Well then, Scootaloo, would you do me the honors of being my -“
“Yup!” she interrupted, giggling to herself.
He pulled her in close, holding her as they laid in the remnants of their carnal exchange. Sure, the sex itself had been sudden and euphoric, but the setup for this new step in their relationship had been in the making for months.
He could’ve sworn he heard a gasp to his side, pulling his attention away from her and towards the direction he heard it in. Though it was faint, he caught a glimpse of a red mane and a yellow coat scurrying away into the distance. It should have concerned him, having a possible spectator to his exchange with Scootaloo, but he didn’t dwell on it. Witness or not, he wouldn’t let anything pull him away from the wonderful moment.
Feeling her nuzzle him further, breathing lightly against his chest, he smiled. Having Scootaloo as a partner seemed wondrous, and though he didn’t know pony dating customs all too well, he figured he’d do a pretty good job.
For now, he just held her close, happy as could be.
Author's Note
Wrote this fic during Harmonycon, so it may be a bit rough at some points
Either way, hope you enjoyed!
