Trials of Travel

“Mmmmm,” Anon hummed, slipping from the comforting darkness of slumber and back into the waking world.

His arm curled around a warm, furred figure pressing against him, bringing a smile to his face. Though the room he was in was unfamiliar, and the bed he rested on was small, he was content - not because he liked being away from home, but because regardless of where he was, he was happy simply to be with his lover. He shifted in place and kissed the unkempt mop of mahogany mane beneath his chin, causing the little stallion to stir.

“Morning,” he grunted.

The pony wriggled free and yawned, displaying the fangs resting in his muzzle, before peering up at the man with his glimmering, cat-like eyes. “Morning.”

Staring at one another, each smiling, the pair drifted close and kissed. They’d safely arrived at Sky’s family home the night prior, after a long, relatively uninteresting train ride, and promptly crashed shortly thereafter. While it was unfortunate that they were too tired to properly visit for long, only having socialized briefly before retiring, neither were too concerned about spending time with the little bat-pony’s family - after all, they had several days to lounge around, chat, and relax.

“Sleep alright?” Sky softly asked.

Anon nodded and pulled the stallion close. “Sure did ~ you?”

“Maybe we should get a smaller bed when we get home,” the pony noted, twisting his head and looking down at the relatively tiny mattress upon which they lie.

Quirking a brow, Anon reared back slightly. “You don’t like the king size bed we have?”

Sky shook his head and turned his attention back to the man, a devilish smirk playing across his snout. “A smaller bed just feels more intimate.”

Anon started, feeling a soft, leathery wing glide down his bare back and to his hip. He was immensely thankful that Vesper and Yuzu took no umbrage with them sleeping in the same bed, likely realizing that their protracted relationship had wandered into intimate waters some time ago, but he hadn’t expected his mate to get frisky so early in the morning. Under ordinary circumstances, Sky was much more of a night owl, staying up into the wee hours of the night and preferring to sleep late in the day, but that wasn’t the case this particular morning.

Happy to reciprocate, he slid a hand down the pony’s side and to his lover’s soft, shapely flank. “Someone’s feeling energetic…”

“Not my fault,” Sky murmured, surreptitiously tugging at the man’s boxers.

“And how is it not your fault?” Anon pressed, his fingers wandering into the cleft of the stallion’s ass.

With a heavy sigh, Sky kissed his way up his mate’s neck and to his collar. “You smell nice…”

Lifting his hips, Anon allowed the pony to draw his underwear down his legs. Darned if he’d expected things to take a heated turn so early, but he was hardly going to complain. He leaned over and went to push the stallion onto his back, intent to pin his mate beneath him, but Sky had other plans. Using a wing and a forehoof, the stallion shoved him away.

“No,” Sky grumbled, “none of that…”

The man looked down at the chiropteran-equine in shock. “No?”

“No,” the stallion affirmed, giving a stern nod. “My room - my rules.”

Intrigued and more amused than he had any right to be, Anon relented. Outside of the odd fit of pique, Sky was the definition of a submissive bottom. The tiny stallion often made him order their food, deal with phone calls, and was rarely forward with what he wanted, yet those were hardly bad things. While it had taken him some time, patience, and perseverance to learn the ins and outs of his quadrupedal lover, the benefits had vastly outstripped the costs.

“And I’m just supposed to sit here?” Anon chuckled, stretching his arms then resting his head on his hands.

Giving a second small nod, Sky squirmed in reverse and disappeared beneath the blanket covering them. “My room - my rules…”

Left with the cryptic declaration, it didn’t take Anon long to figure out what the little minx was planning. Though he couldn’t see what Sky was up to, he felt his mate’s full, pouting lips pecking their way down his chest, over his abdomen, and come to a halt on his left hip. He was tempted to lift the sheet so he could see the pony’s reaction to his morning wood, but the sight of the stallion’s wiggling rump was good enough to tide him over - at least for the time being.

“Having fun down there?” he inquired.

The blanket shifted and something hot and wet engulfed the tip of his length, making his heart skip a beat. Being unable to watch what the promiscuous pony was doing, paired with the jarringly sensual start to the day, made keeping still a herculean task. Watching what had to be Sky’s head bobbing, relishing the sensation of a skillful tongue caressing the underside of his shaft, he shudderingly exhaled.

His hips jerked, spasming as the stallion’s lips slid down his shaft to kiss the very base of his length. The pony remained where he was for a moment, his airway stuffed, before he silently withdrew. He waited mutely, hoping his lover would continue sucking him off, yet the affection didn’t continue. It wasn’t until he fidgeted, trying to make himself comfortable, did the stallion make a sound.

“Hey,” Sky whispered.

Taking a risk, Anon lifted the end of the blanket and peered down his frame. “Yeah?”

The sight of Sky’s eyes, glowing in the darkness, was a haunting combination of alarming and arousing. Using his wings to hold the blanket over himself, ensuring he could be easily seen, Sky opened his maw, turned his head, and gently bit the side of his cock. He didn’t budge a muscle and held his breath, seeing and feeling the pair of fangs against his skin.

“Careful,” Sky purred, lifting his head and dragging his pronounced canines over the delicate flesh. “Wouldn’t want me to leave a mark…”

Anon swallowed hard, his heart racing. “What’s gotten into you?”

Sky gave the tiniest shrug. “Not sure, but I’d like this to get into me very, very -”

Knock knock knock

As his eyes flew to the closed door, Anon froze. “Yeah?”

“Breakfast is almost ready, you two!” a masculine voice called out. “Come on downstairs.”

“We’ll be down in a minute, Dad!” Sky chirped, having pushed himself up.

The pair waited and listened to the sound of retreating footfalls, before looking back to one another. It should have been obvious that fooling around wasn’t the best idea, but they couldn’t help themselves. Staying right where he was, Anon watched Sky lower himself back down and continue the impromptu blowjob.

He knew it was wrong, that doing something so risky could end catastrophically, but he couldn’t help himself. Having only woken up a handful of minutes ago, and being thrust into a startlingly passionate exchange, his willpower was beyond salvaging. Slipping one arm beneath the covers, while he held up the blanket in his free hand, he gingerly grasped the back of the stallion’s head and pushed Sky downward.

Though he’d violated the no touching rule, Sky didn’t seem to mind in the slightest. Rhythmically lifting and lowering his head, his coltfriend mopped his cock with his lips. It felt as amazing as ever, reminding him of the stallion’s unparalleled oral skills, and he quickly forgot all about what could have been an extremely awkward situation. He lifted his legs and planted his feet, sandwiching his lover’s head between his thighs, and lightly bucked his hips.

Sky moaned and rolled his hips to the side, more than happy to let the man take the lead. Obscenely splaying his hind legs, he reached for his groin and began stroking himself off. It may have been a pure coincidence that Anon was able to clearly see him masturbating while getting his throat swabbed, but his boyfriend approvingly grunted at the sight.

Without a care in the world, the pair continued their spontaneous little tryst. As shameful as it was to say, it wasn’t the first time they’d been stricken quite suddenly by their more lecherous compulsions. Only a few weeks ago, while out seeing a movie, they’d nearly been caught while playing with each other while in the back of the theater.

Knock Knock Knock-Knock Knock

“Colts?” a feminine voice called out. “Colts, are you up?”

The call would have been terrifying enough, but the sound of a hoof trying the doorknob sent both Anon and Sky into a panic. Rearing back and shooting up the bed, dragging his turgid, drooling stallionhood over the bed sheet, Sky popped his head out from under the cover and pulled the blanket tightly over himself and his boyfriend.

“Colts?” Yuzu repeated, opening the door and poking her head inside.

“Mooooooooom,” Sky pouted, petulantly kicking his legs under the covers, “I’m not a colt anymore!”

She smiled but didn’t move, peering over at her son. “You’re not, but you’re always going to be my colt. I’m not interrupting anything ~ am I?”

“N…nah,” Anon uneasily croaked, brushing his coltfriend’s mane. “He just doesn’t want to get up yet.”

Rolling her eyes, Yuzu lowered her base and cast her head from side to side. “Some things never change - anyways, if you want hot pancakes, I’d say you two should hurry up and join us at the table.”

“We’ll be down in just a minute, I promise,” Sky bleated.

Apparently pleased with the reply, Yuzu stepped back into the hallway and pulled the door closed behind herself. To his credit, Sky played off the encounter flawlessly - so flawlessly that Anon was given a moment for pause. Propping himself up on one arm, the man glowered down at the chipper little thespian.

“What?” Sky huffed, slipping from the bed and getting to his hooves.

Anon followed suit, swinging his legs off the bed to stand. “Nothing - just didn’t know you were that good of an actor.”

“I’m a natural,” Sky tittered, unzipping their shared duffel bag.

As the stallion pulled out a fresh pair of slacks and a t-shirt, leaning forward and while slowly swaying his ass, Anon’s cock jerked. In spite of the second close call, he was so hard that it nearly hurt. He glanced to the door, musing if he had time to play around just the tiniest bit more, and kissed the pony’s tush.

Without skipping a beat, moments after his rump had been pecked, Sky wheeled around to face his mate. “Ahem - I think somepony already forgot the rules…”

“Your room - your rules?” Anon quipped.

“Darn tootin’,” the stallion confirmed, giving a small, defiant snort. “Now come on - mom and dad are gonna get mad if we miss our first meal with them - plus I haven’t had her pancakes in over a year.”

Just like that, as quickly as he’d been all but assaulted, Anon was left denied. Sky turned, flicked his tail, and saw himself out, leaving him alone in the suddenly cold, vacant room. Yeah - something was definitely up. It was one thing to be casually teased here or there, even while they were in public, but his coltfriend had suddenly upped the ante.

Rising to his full height, he got dressed, slipped on his shoes, and seated himself on the side of the bed. He’d go downstairs shortly, but first he had to give himself a minute to cool off. While he’d like to spend some time getting to know Yuzu and Vesper, doing so with a boner would not be an ideal way to introduce himself. It was only after he brushed his teeth and combed his hair, making himself presentable while allowing his erection to abate, did he go downstairs.

Sky’s family home was quaint, just large enough to accommodate a quartet of ponies with a bit of room to spare, but there was a problem. Like most older structures in Equestria, the house’s doorways hadn’t been designed for creatures of his stature - meaning he had to be mindful of bumping his head. As he moved down the stairs and into view of the dining room, he noticed Sky waving over at him.

“Took you long enough!” the stallion tittered, waving the man over and to an open seat beside himself.

Anon circled round the table, keenly aware that Vesper and Yuzu were keenly eyeing him, and seated himself next to his coltfriend. “Morning.”

“And a good morning to you too!” Yuzu cheerfully replied. “Did you two sleep well?”

“Like a log,” Anon laughed. “Lovely house, by the way.”

“Mmmph,” Vesper grunted through a mouthful of food, extending and waving a wing at the couple.

Reaching over and shoving her husband, Yuzu scrunched her snout. “Honey, don’t be rude. You could have waited to start until they’d gotten here,” she groused, turning her attention from her spouse over to the man. “So I’ve heard all sorts of things about you, Anon!”

“Hopefully nothing bad,” Anon weakly chuckled.

She dismissively batted a hoof over at him. “Of course not! My little bright sky has had nothing but good things to say about you!”

“Mmmhmm,” Sky hummed through a mouthful of pancakes. Swallowing his bite, he slid his chair right next to the man. “I would never say anything bad about him.”

“We know - we know, he’s the sweetest human you’ve ever met,” Vesper mused, pausing while eating his meal.

Undeterred, beaming over at his mother, Sky stealthily lifted a hind leg and rested it atop Anon’s thigh. “You should tell them about your job.”

Looking from his lap to Sky’s parents, wondering if the couple could see what their son was doing, rolled his eyes. “Come on - it’s not that interesting…”

“Well I think it is,” Sky insisted, running his fetlock up and down the man’s inner leg.

The coy smirk on his coltfriend’s face said more than words ever could. Retaining his composure, ignoring the sultry little pony playing with a fork beside him, Anon shifted his focus over to the husband and wife sitting at the other side of the table. As he opened his mouth to speak, moments from reluctantly explaining the finer nuances of manual labor, the sound of a metallic clatter caught his ear.

Sky pushed himself back and stared beneath the table at the utensil he’d been fiddling with. “Darn it.”

Anon didn’t give the development any thought. “So yeah - my job isn’t anything to talk about. I…”

He fell silent when something warm ran up his calf and to his knee. It was a terrifying concept to consider, but he couldn’t think of any reasonable explanation for what was happening; Sky hadn’t been finished with taunting him in the bedroom - not by a long shot. His eyes swept from Yuzu to Vesper, he slowly exhaled, and he forced his expression to remain impassive, while the little stallion beneath the tabletop, not three feet from his own parents, boldly rubbed a forehoof to his groin. It took a monumental amount of willpower not to look down or show any sign that anything was off, but he managed - if only just.

“I’m a contractor,” he began, carefully carving his flapjacks.

“That would explain that build of yours,” Yuzu giggled, her eyes dancing over his shoulders. “So what kind of contracting do you do?”

Smiling over at her, Anon forked a slice of pancake. “Well I specialize in foundations and laying reinforced concrete.”

Vesper smiled over at the man, wholly ignorant to what was going on under the table. “So you’re a construction worker?”

“Technically,” Anon sighed, “but it’s a little more complicated than that. How about you two ~ what do you do for a living?”

“I’m a homemaker,” Yuzu proudly stated, holding a forehoof to her chest, “and my dearest Vesper works as an investigator for the Royal Guard - specifically the nocturnal division.”

Anon started when the hoof on his leg wandered upward and gave his package a squeeze. “Sounds interesting.”

Letting Yuzu prattle on, he stuffed a forkful of food into his mouth and furtively swatted away at Sky. Mercifully for him, his lover took the hint, shied away, and crawled from under the table to retake his seat. He couldn’t say what the couple would do if they found out that their son was effectively playing grab-ass right under their noses, and he had no intention of finding out.

“Pass the syrup please,” Sky muttered, leaning across the table toward the bottle.

Glancing over, having a very compelling view of his coltfriend’s behind, Anon staved off the temptation to reach over and cop a feel. If they’d been by themselves, he had no doubt that they’d have already abandoned the breakfast in lieu of more erotic pursuits - then again, that may have been precisely why Sky was behaving the way he was. Shoveling a second forkful of pancake into his mouth, he grabbed his glass of orange juice.

Barring the small, lustfully motivated hiccup, the breakfast and subsequent conversation went remarkably well. He, Yuzu, and Sky casually chatted about whatever came to mind, with the subject meandering randomly as they talked, though the topic of he and his coltfriend’s relationship didn’t come up one. As their meal concluded, with Yuzu clearing the table and offering to get them all a cup of coffee, Vesper leered over at his son.

The patriarch reclined in his chair and stretched his wings over his head. “Well I’m glad you two are getting along so well.”

Sky leaned over and hooked a foreleg around his lover’s arm. “Me too - couldn’t be happier.”

Remaining still, Vesper’s eyes swept over to the man’s face. “Well I’m happy to hear that you’re treating him well!”

Anon clasped a hand to his chest and bowed his head. “I wouldn’t dream of doing otherwise.”

“That’s what I wanted to hear,” Vesper hummed, glancing over at his son.

“Dad, how many times do I have to go over this, he’s fine,” Sky groaned. “You don’t have to be so judgemental all the time!”

Astonishingly enough, the older bat-pony’s expression softened. “It’s just because I worry about you ~ is that so bad?”

“Trust me, there’s nothing to worry about,” Sky sighed. Standing on his chair, he stepped onto Anon’s lap, eased himself down, and cheerfully wiggled his rump. “He’s only ever treated me like gold, he spoils me, and I don’t think we’ve ever had any fights ~ isn’t that right?”

Seeing his coltfriend crane his neck and peer up at him, Anon smiled. “Aside from stupid stuff, like where the TV remote went or who ate the last of the potato chips, that’s pretty true.”

“See!” Sky insisted, smugly grinning over at his father.

Vesper gave a cryptic grunt, reaching over to grab a cup of coffee his wife sat before himself. “Well you tell me if that ever changes.”

“Don’t you mind him,” Yuzu clucked, trotting around to give her guests their java, “he’s always been like that - goodness, he’s more protective over Sky than he is Stella!”

“Speaking of,” Vesper grouched. “You’re late for breakfast.”

“Says the one who’s normally going to sleep at this hour,” Stella countered, jumping into her seat beside Sky. Peeking over at her brother and the man, she waved a wing. “Sup.”

Having taken a sip of her coffee, Yuzu added a touch more sugar to her drink. “So you colts have any plans for today?”

“Other than relaxing and maybe taking Anon for a walk through town, not really,” Sky remarked. “You and Dad have anything going on?”

“Vesper and I have to go pick up some groceries and pay a bill this morning, but that shouldn’t take too terribly long. Since you’re here, I thought I’d make your favorite meal tonight,” she replied.

Sky’s face instantly lit up, and his wings flicked out to his sides. “You mean…?”

“Yup - goulash, three-bean salad, and fresh rolls for dinner followed by rhubarb pie and blueberry cobbler for dessert,” she exclaimed.

“She makes the best goulash and cobbler,” Sky noted, peering up at Anon.

Setting down his coffee mug, Vesper stared over at his son. “Just watch the portions. Wouldn’t want you to lose that marish figure for your boyfriend.”

Rocking his hips from side to side, doubtlessly feeling the growing erection prodding his ass, Sky snickered to himself. “I don’t think he’d mind…”

“Gross,” Stella disinterestedly snorted. Having devoured her cooled pancakes, she jumped from her chair and carried her plate into the kitchen. “Just wake me up whenever. I’m going back to bed.”

“Sleep well,” Anon cheerfully stated, waving goodbye to the retreating mare. Motioning over to the kitchen, he gently lifted Sky from off himself. “You need any help cleaning up, Mrs. Yuzu?”

“Please,” she laughed, waving a wing at him, “just call me Yuzu. Thanks for the offer, but it’s my husband’s job to take care of the dishes. If I cook, he cleans - if he cooks, I clean; it’s the fair way to do things.”

“That’s actually how Sky and I do it,” Anon chuckled, standing and setting Sky in the empty seat.

“I’ll be back in a bit - gonna use the little colt’s room,” Sky said, prancing out of the dining room. “Just wait for me in the living room.”

With Yuzu and Vesper heading into the kitchen, and his coltfriend trotting away, Anon was left to his own devices. He turned, having nothing to do, and wandered into the adjoined living room to dither away some time. Truth be told, he and Sky hadn’t really discussed what they’d be doing on the visit, but the notion of getting a tour of the town struck him as a pleasant way to spend the day. Crossing the small, comfy den, he noticed a few family photos resting beside the fireplace.

The corners of his lips turned up, seeing several pictures of his lover as a colt. He’d been regaled with tales of the bat-pony family, having heard all about Yuzu, Vesper, and Stella, so it was nice to actually get to see them. While he’d braced himself for Vesper in particular, having been warned that the stallion was the broody sort, he was going to keep his fingers crossed that they’d eventually get along well.

Several minutes passed while he browsed the quaint little den, before he heard hooves trotting up behind him. Seeing Sky flitting up and onto the couch, he turned and walked over. Everything had been off to a decent start, even with the titillating harassment he’d endured, and he was already looking for the much-acclaimed goulash that Yuzu had mentioned.

As he seated himself at one end of the sofa, Sky shuffled over and hugged him. “So you wanna go for a walk?”

“In a bit,” Sky responded, rubbing his face on the man’s side.

“You two have fun,” Yuzu asked, poking her head into the room. “It shouldn’t take us long to get back.”

Looking over at his mother, Sky shook his head. “Will do, Mom.”

She trotted to the front door with Vesper and left, giving the couple some privacy - privacy that Sky instantaneously took advantage of. Springing to his hooves, he leaned in and kissed his mate - not an affectionate peck on the cheek, but a deep, passionate kiss on the lips. Anon stiffened in more ways than one, unprepared for the assault, and it took him a moment to softly push the stallion away.

“Still trying to get me riled up ~ eh?” the man chuckled.

“I’d say I’m doing more than trying,” Sky giggled, peering down at the tent in his mate’s pants.

Moments from replying, Anon was hit with an insidious idea. Sky had mentioned they could fool around later, and it wasn’t like either had gotten any relief since departing the train, but there was no way they were going to do anything in the middle of his family living room ~ was there? Purely out of curiosity, acting on a hunch, he slipped a hand around the pony’s hindquarters and felt something warm and slick on his coltfriend’s ass.

“You didn’t…” he muttered in disbelief.

Sky’s heavily lidded gaze never left the man’s face. “I totally did…”

Anon could scarcely believe it. His coltfriend’s trip to the restroom hadn’t been to use the toilet - it had been to make sinful preparations. As one digit ran around Sky’s soft, slick pucker, feeling blood surge into his manhood, he had to fight himself to keep from outright fingering his mate right then and there.

“Won’t we get caught?” he breathed.

“We might,” Sky cooed, “which is why you’re going to need to keep it down. It’s going to take mom and dad at least half an hour to get back, and Stella is a heavy sleeper, which means we should have just enough time to…”

With a dextrous wingtip, letting the statement hang, Sky unzipped Anon’s pants. His manhood sprang free, ready and raring to go - still, the prospect of screwing out in the open, and in a living room no less, tinged his excitement with apprehension. Feeling very, very torn, he left himself wide open.

Sky stepped over his waist, grabbed his head, and began hotly making out with him. He had a number of lecherous weaknesses, but kissing had to be one of the most profound. With his willpower crumbling, he clutched the stallion’s tush and contentedly groaned into his coltfriend’s mouth. He wasn’t sure what was hotter, the spontaneous makeout session or the fact that he could feel Sky’s backdoor against the tip of his length.

Continuing to deeply french him, Sky lowered his waist and gradually impaled himself. The oral from that morning and the day before had been great, but the hot, velvety sensation of his mate’s ass was phenominal. His grasp tightened and he pulled the pony downward, drawing a small whimper from the stallion which only elevated his arousal.

Sharing one another’s breath, they gave each other a moment to adjust to the intrusion before starting to move. Sky flexed his hind legs and bounced in place, as Anon drove his hips upward to meet the stallion’s descents. It was a dance they’d done many times before, and they’d doubtlessly do it many times yet to come, yet the passion they felt for one another had only grown stronger as their relationship had grown.

Their bodies moved in concert, mirroring each other to perfection. Though the first few times they’d done it had been awkward, that felt like it had been a lifetime ago. Each move was calculated, from the smallest little squeezes to firmer slaps, and each was done to please the other.

A gyration here, a change of pace there, altering their movements to hit all the most sensitive spots - they varied their technique to keep things interesting. Having a quickie would have been fine, and honestly the most prudent option given the circumstances, but old habits died hard. Lost to the moment, they fall back to the tried and true methods they’d adopted for more amorous affairs.

“Sweet Luna - I missed this,” Sky moaned, pulling away to lick Anon’s neck.

Anon nodded and lightly tugged the stallion’s tail, earning himself a stifled whimper of delight. “I just hope - Mmmm…”

The kissing on his neck grew intense, feeling the pair of fangs pricking at his flesh. He didn’t slow, continuing to thrust into the stallion and mutely wishing Sky would fully commit. With a slow, steady exhale of breath, his lover lovingly bit down. The trace of pain mingled with his pleasure. He wasn’t a masochist - at least he didn’t think he was a masochist, but he wouldn’t deny having grown fond of the little love bites his paramour dispensed.

As the lips parted from his neck and the teeth slipped from his skin, he reared back and felt his neck. He looked over to his fingers, seeing the tiniest trace of blood, and he smirked. The little incubus definitely knew how to get his motor running - a fact which Sky took great pride in. Peering down at his coltfriend’s face, seeing the mischievous expression, wickedly smug and alluring to a fault, sent him into a frenzy.

“You think that’s cute?” he rumbled, smiling in spite of himself. Slipping one hand to the stallion’s lower back, he gave a particularly harsh thrust. “Better hope your mom doesn’t notice you walking funny…”

“And you - Aaaahn - better hope you can hide that bite from my dad,” Sky mewled, meeting every ounce of the man’s zeal.

What had started as some relatively tame cowgirl metamorphosed into something all the more primal. Though they tried to keep their voices down, the sound of heavy breaths, dull groans, and effeminate gasps of bliss rang through the air - paired with the drumbeat of their bodies meeting one another and they crafted a depraved symphony. Anon shot forward and returned the favor, biting Sky’s neck while they continued making wild, impassioned love.

On and on they went, moving harder and faster with every fleeting second, until things inevitably came to a head. All the temptation and denial from the past twenty-four hours had withered their endurance and reduced made them particularly lustful. As Sky leaned back, allowing his swaying, turgid stallionhood to drool over the man’s shirt, he panted.

“I…I’m close,” the pony rasped.

Knowing just what to do, teetering on the brink himself, Anon lowered a hand and stroked his lover off. The two-fold combination of a hand-job and prostate pummeling did the trick, casting his coltfriend over the brink. With a loud, marish howl, his entire body tensing, Sky painted his chest with thick, hot seed.

The timing couldn’t have been more perfect. A heartbeat after his mate peaked, he came. With one final, triumphant thrust, his manhood erupted. He buried his face in the stallion’s collar, holding his coltfriend close, while he rode out the waves of ecstasy crashing over him - regrettably, the magical moment came to an abrupt, horrifying end.

In the midst of their euphoria, the front door clicked and steadily swung open. If it wasn’t for Sky’s quick thinking and even quicker wings, they would have been done for. Pulling a shawl over their bodies, covering any trace of their perverse and wholly inappropriate living room hijinks, the little pony quite literally saved the day.

“I thought you two were going to go for a walk?” Yuzu chirped, plucking her purse from beside the door.

“I…I think all the carbs from the pancakes did him in,” Anon wheezed, praying to whatever higher power would listen that she wouldn’t get suspicious. “We’ll be headed out shortly.”

As her eyes lowered from his face, a knowing grin split her muzzle. “Maybe Vesper and I will take the long way to the grocery store…”

And with that, she backed out of the room. Anon wasn’t sure what to think - that was until the twinge of pain on his neck reminded him of what Sky had done. If she had noticed the bite, she’d at least been courteous enough not to say anything or make a stink - if she hadn’t seen it, all the better for him. Holding his mate’s tush in his hands, he sighed and rolled his head back.

“Don’t worry, mom’s cool,” Sky whispered, clenching around the softening length in his backside.

Anon ponderously stood, taking care to hold his lover and the blanket firmly in place. “Remind me to ask why you know about that…”

Though he didn’t regret doing the deed in the den, he had a sinking feeling that their vacation was going to be much, much more interesting than he’d originally thought - especially if Sky made a game of trying to stoke the fires of his already robust libido. Carrying Sky upstairs and to their room, he felt the pony shift in his grasp. As he looked down, the stallion’s twinkling eyes met his.

“Love you…” Sky breathed, holding the man tightly.

Returning the affection, unable to keep himself from smiling, Anon chuckled. “Love you too…”