Air Sexi

“Rainbow Dash! Rainbow Dash, wait up!”

“Ugh...” The fast moving Wonderbolt tried to hide her annoyance as she slowed to a snail’s pace for Muffins, Ponyville’s clumsy mailmare. The grey pegasus flapped up to the blue speedster and smiled gratefully. “I just wanted to say thanks for catching Frank the other day!”

“Yeah, sure, Derpy.” Rainbow Dash looked impatiently at the sun, descending to begin a lazy Ponyville afternoon. C’mon, it was cider season! Every second she spent talking to this slowpoke was one she couldn’t spend getting shitfaced and flirting with Applejack. “Who’s Frank, again?”

“You know, the human guy with the orange mane! He teaches with you at the School of Friendship. You caught him when he fell off my saddle.”

“Right, him! That was no problem!” Rainbow Dash put a hoof to her head as the scolding image of her super-honest crush came to her mind. “Actually I shouldn’t say that, it could’ve been really bad. But I didn’t mind... nope, I totally minded... erm, it could have happened to anypony? It’s not your fault? I’m happy to help? It’s a good thing Frank didn’t get hurt? Yeah, I can honestly say that! Frank didn’t get hurt! OK, great talk, see ya later!” Rainbow Dash blasted off towards Sweet Apple Acres, leaving Muffins tumbling around in her wake.

Muffins watched her famous friend vanish over the horizon, and sighed. She forced a smile, just like her mother had taught her. “Even when you’re sad, your beautiful smile can cheer up other ponies.” She gathered her strength and flew towards the cheap apartment blocks and rental houses that had sprung up near the School of Friendship to house the many foreign creatures who learned and taught there.

Lately, Muffins had forced more and more of her smiles. After being passed over for a promotion at Equestria Post, the struggling single mother had decided to start a side business, running an air taxi service for the humans and other flightless races who were now a common sight around Ponyville. Unfortunately, so far nothing at all had come from her second job except for the chic, tailored livery she wore on duty.

The tight fitting outfit with its peaked cap was so much more flattering than Muffins’ baggy mailmare uniform. Far from the hapless mare so many ponies made fun of, the taxi livery made her look serious and official, and she’d almost cried to see herself in Rarity’s mirror as she tried on the stylish tunic. But the custom outfit had cost her 300 bits, even at a discounted rate, and she’d yet to have a single paying customer... except for the one she’d accidentally dropped hundreds of metres above Ponyville.

Muffins reached the apartment building and flapped upwards, flying with determination towards Frank’s balcony. This could be the day everything turned around! She’d promised the human a free trip to Cloudsdale to make up for her mistake the other day. Maybe she wouldn’t screw it up. Maybe she’d start getting more customers. Maybe she’d be able to afford nice birthday presents for Dinky after all...

Muffins landed on Frank’s balcony, tapped lightly on the glass to get the human’s attention, and turned around to face the open sky. She spread her wings and showed off the saddle mounted firmly on her back, quite unaware that she was also flaunting her large, jiggly plot to anypony — or anyhuman — who cared to look.

Muffins heard the door slide open a crack, and the shuffling of human feet. “Oh, hi, Ms. Muffins...” Frank stuttered nervously.

Muffins looked back at the handsome young human and smiled a real smile. “Your ride is ready, sir.” She beckoned with one wing to the saddle on her back.

“Wow. Wow.” Frank coughed nervously.

“Don’t be shy, hop on! I had Rarity add safety straps!”

“Ms. Muffins, I’m really sorry, but I have to confess: I don’t need to go to Cloudsdale today.”

“Where do you need to go?”

“I don’t need to go anywhere — I just had to see you again. Ever since the other day... I can’t stop thinking about you! Maybe you’re not the best flyer, but you’re a really sweet mare, and I hope you don’t mind me saying, but your body is amazing.”

“M-my body?” Muffins was a mare with needs like any other, but it had been a long time since a stallion had shown any interest. When she was younger, she’d gathered praise for her good looks, and enjoyed a roll in the hay nearly every night. But she’d never been able to lose her pregnancy weight, and the compliments had ceased years ago.

It seemed that guys who were into pegasi only wanted skinny tomboys... but maybe that only applied to ponies! Maybe humans were different... more accepting!

Frank hit his palm against his forehead. “I... I’m so sorry,” he muttered. “I shouldn’t have said that. What was I thinking? You should just go.”

“Wait! What do you like about my body?” Muffins asked shyly.

Frank blushed. “You really want to know?”

“Of course! Don’t leave me hanging! Oops, wrong choice of words...”

“I love your mane,” Frank confessed. “I’ve always been attracted to blondes, and your mane’s so silky. I loved to feel it against my face when you were carrying me. And you’ve got a lovely face, and, erm... your butt, of course.”

“My butt?” The pegasus felt her confidence slowly returning after years in the dumps. She stood straight in her uniform and pushed her foal bearing hips out proudly, pointing her large ass directly at the human. The cheek flesh quivered slightly as it took in its first appreciative gaze in years — at least, the first one Muffins knew about! “Tell me what you like about my butt.”

“You don’t mind?”

Muffins stretched her wings back and coyly covered her plot and twitching marehood from Frank’s view. “You’d better tell me why you like it, if you want me to let you keep staring at it!” she teased.

“Your ass is perfect!” Frank burst out all at once, desperate to feast his eyes once again on the older mare’s rump. “It’s so round, so full. The way it moves, the way your stockings go right up to its lowest curve, your lovely cutie marks, those little moments where I can look past your tail and see...”

“See what~?” Muffins gently moved her wings away from her plot just in time to let Frank see her clit pop out with a wink.

“You know...” Frank blushed profusely. “Your private parts.”

“Hrm... I did ask you to tell me what you liked, so I can’t be upset if you get a little fresh.” An evil smile fluttered across Derpy’s lips. “Say, Frank, if you like my bum so much, why don’t you give it a kiss?”

“R-really? You’d let me kiss you down there?” A bulge was forming in the human’s trousers, much to Muffins’ delight. It seemed she’d found the secret to catching young guys like Frank. They just needed a stern mommy-mare to take the reins and order them to treat her the way they secretly longed to!

“Go on, cutie,” Muffins teased. “Kneel down and kiss my plot, right here on the balcony.”

“Yes, Mistress Muffins!”

“Mistress, eh? A girl could get used to th—whoa!” In an instant, the pervy human had knelt down and gripped the mare’s large grey buns in his strong hands. Burying his face in Muffins’ humid crack, he planted his lips on his crush’s perky ponut and began to lick and suck lovingly. His tongue danced across her wrinkles, twirling around, gently digging, tickling her perineum, bringing back sensations Muffins had thought had vanished along with her youthful beauty.

“I-I didn’t mean the hole!” she protested. “I just meant a little kiss on the flank!”

“I’m so sorry, Mistress!” Frank let go of the pegasus’ ass, but this only trapped his head between thicc and meaty cheeks. His voice sounded muffled, as though from deep underground. “I’ll happily kiss you most gently on the flank... just as soon as I can get out of here...”

“No need to be sorry! Keep going! This is great! But... are you sure you don’t mind, Frank? I’ve been flying all day.”

“Your sweat just makes your plot taste better, Mistress!” Frank returned his attention to Muffins’ long neglected pucker, diving deep with his tongue. Tingles ran up and down Muffins’ spine. She hadn’t felt this in so long!

“Oh, gosh! Frank, do me a favour, please?” Muffins tried to wiggle her bum free of the human’s hungry mouth, but he just followed her as she shimmied, dragging his lips and tongue up and down her crack, even licking her sensitive vulva and giving one wet, heavenly tickle to her clit. “Frank! Stop it! Mistress wants to see your humanhood!”

“Yes, right away!” Frank quickly unzipped his pants even as he struggled free of his sweaty plot-prison. He stood up, slid the clothing down his long legs and let his cock spring free from its confines with a whiff of alien smelling but undoubtedly male musk.

Muffins grinned at the sight! Frank was so stiff for her, and his dick had the cutest mushroom shaped head! But even as his “Mistress” admired her prize, Frank seemed overcome by doubt. He tentatively cupped his hands as if to cover his erection, but a stern shake of the head put that nonsense to rest!

Frank cast his head down in shame, his endowment slowly softening. “I’m sorry, Mistress,” he muttered regretfully. “I know I can’t measure up to a stallion.”

“Oh, you are a stallion as far as I’m concerned...” Muffins eyed the human’s dick and licked her lips. She knew just the place for that fat, rounded crown! “I bet that perfect cock would make us both feel great if you pushed it up my plot!”

“Wow! Are you sure?” Frank’s cock quickly swelled back to its former glory under Muffins’ generous praise.

“Yes, please! I love anal! But the guy has to be gentle, and not too big... you’re perfect!”

“Oh, geeze! I’m going to get some lube — don’t go anywhere!” Muffins giggled at Frank’s eagerness, bordering on desperation. As if she would leave this balcony for anything in Equestria! She heard Frank searching around in his kitchenette, and in moments he returned with a jar of olive oil. The thick, golden liquid dripped out messily onto the balcony as he poured it over his hand and over Muffins’ flank, heedless of the waste.

Muffins couldn’t wait, either. “That’s plenty!” she called out. “Oil me up!” Frank reached his hand deep into the pegasus’ crack and began to rub against her saliva soaked pucker as the extra oil dribbled down her cheeks like a waterfall of warm honey. “Yeah, rub it in—whoa, fingers!” Muffins’ wings flapped out as the human’s delicate digits suddenly probed into her plothole, coating her insides with the slippery oil.

“Sorry, are you OK?”

“Ooh, don’t you dare stop doing that, Frank!” Reassured, the human male slowly pushed two fingers deeper and deeper into Muffins’ hungry butt, reaching deep into the core of her most forbidden aches. He stroked in and out, lubricating her with enough oil to ease the passage of even the largest pony dick. But Muffins didn’t want a pony dick, and she didn’t want fingers, either — she wanted her human!

“Oh, gosh! Oh, gosh! I need you inside me, Frank! Fuck me now!”

“Are you sure, Mistress?”

“Quit the ‘Mistress’ crap!” Muffins barked. “It was fun when we were getting started, but right now I need you to stallion up and stuff my buns!”

“Yes, Mi—Muffins!”

Frank moaned as he gripped the plot of his dreams, spreading the thick, marbled cheeks with his thumbs to reveal the deep crack and the puckered object of his worship. The head of his cock pressed against Muffins’ sphincter, gently, yet bluntly and with ever gathering force. Muffins relaxed her muscles and slowly felt herself give way to his hot, fulfilling thickness.

“Ooh, yeah, give it to me.” That cockhead felt huge, and perfect, just as she’d imagined. And the shaft... how lovely, it was firmer than the head, it stroked her and stretched her just right even as it pushed that spongy crown deeper into her, gently massaging her insides.

“Frank, you have no idea how much I need this.” Muffins wanted to cry with relief. How long had it been since a guy had filled her backdoor? Her husband had been far too large, and since the divorce... she couldn’t even remember the last time somepony had kissed her!

“I’ve never done this...” Frank babbled. “With a pony, or in the butt... oh, fuck!” He pushed his cock in to the base, but then he just left it there in Muffins’ plot, taking up space, not moving it in or out. The feeling of fullness was not unpleasant, but it was far from the vigorous rutting the mature pegasus deserved!

Muffins snorted and rolled her eyes. OK, maybe Frank needed some help, but who said this had to be a one time thing? She’d tutor him, and he’d be so grateful that he’d be her virile, plot pumping plaything for as long as he stayed in Ponyville!

“You’re doing great, Frank,” Muffins reassured the human. “Now grip my butt and start thrusting, slow and gentle. Take command, don’t be a wimp, but watch me and slow down if I look uncomfortable. I won’t let you hurt me, so don’t worry. Just please, please, fuck me. Fuck me. Yes, Frank, that’s wonderful. Fuck me.”

Frank fucked her, and filled her up with everything she’d been missing. His cock was like a burning rod pushed deep inside her, unlocking sensations and emotions she’d kept bottled up for years. With every thrust of his shaft into her sensitive plot she felt more complete, less like a machine who sleepflew through each day and more like a living, breathing, desirable mare.

Muffins thought bitterly of those “girl’s night” gatherings at Berry Punch’s bar: having to ask her friends to pay for that second glass of wine, enduring comments about her weight and her lazy eye, always going home alone. Who’s getting nailed by a hot young guy now, girls? That’s right: Fat-Plot Derpy!

Frank grabbed on to the horn of the saddle strapped to Muffins’ back, holding her firmly in place as he rutted her ass. He grunted frantically and gave cute little moans, his hips moving back and forth, gifting her long, full thrusts. It wouldn’t be long now!

“Do you see my pussy, Frank?” Muffins teased.

“I... I can’t, your butt’s in the way. I know it’s beautiful, though!”

“It’s wet, Frank. I’m dripping and winking, and you’re doing all of that. You’re not even touching my pussy, and you’re making me feel like I haven’t felt in years.”

“I’m so happy... I just want to please you, Muffins.”

“Have you ever seen a full maregasm before?”

“N-no, never...”

“It’s a very beautiful thing. They can’t be faked, so whenever this happens, you know that you’ve... oh, gosh, Frank, I’M CUMMING!”

Muffins felt a dam burst inside her, a dam built by day after day of sexual neglect, only to be destroyed in moments. She tensed in pleasure and the flood of her marecum gushed out in a great fragrant sheet, like a thunderstorm of lust, soaking the welcome mat Frank had set on his balcony for his pegasus visitors.

“Aaah, Frank, lover!” Muffins’ insides quaked around the human’s thrusting cock as the contractions of her pleasure slowly eased. “Was it good for you, too?”

“I’m sorry, but I’m not quite done.” Frank fiercely thrust his stiffness into her once again and her sore insides swelled with pleasure.

“Not done?”

“Yeah, I’m sorry...”

“You’re sorry?!”

Of course Muffins had heard about humans and their staying power. Girl’s night gossip said that performances of five or even ten minutes were not unheard of. A married human couple worked as masseuses at the spa, and the rumour was that the male could satisfy Aloe, Lotus and his wife in a single session — a feat that he repeated nightly! Muffins had scoffed at this obvious exaggeration, but now, with her very own human plowing her right through a full on maregasm, she wasn’t so sure.

Frank’s powerful hands squeezed and groped Muffins’ jiggling plot, holding her in place beneath him. He slid everything out but the tip of his head, then stretched her anal ring again with his perfect sized cock, driving it firmly up her ass to the base. His thrusts filled and emptied her once a second, his thighs spanking her plot, his breathing ragged as his pleasure mounted to match hers.

“I’m going to cum!” Frank panted out. “I-I’ll do better next time, I promise! I mean... if there is a next time...”

“You can bet there’s going to be a next time!” Frank had already outlasted her ex-husband... heck, he’d outdone every lover she’d ever had! “Come on, Frank! Fill my naughty ponut with your love!”

“P... ponut?”

Muffins looked over her shoulder, utterly embarrassed. “Do they not call it that anymore? Oh, I must sound like an old nag, using slang from high school.”

“No, it’s just that... I never thought I’d hear such a dirty word out of those lovely lips!”

Muffins giggled at the flattery. It seemed she’d found the button that would set her young lover’s passion boiling over. “Ponut, ponut, fuck my dirty ponut~!” she called out playfully.

“Nnngh! Oh, Muffins! I love your ponut!”

“Then fill it with cum, stud!”

“CUMMING!” Frank’s throbbing balls slapped gently against her clit as he sheathed himself one last time, and Muffins’ passion burst again as she felt the gushing of his liquid love deep inside her.

“I’m cumming, too! Oh my gosh!” Fireworks danced in Muffins’ mind as her eyes rolled back in her head, the rhythm of Frank’s pulsing sperm bringing her over the edge to another climax. The handsome young human was a gift from Celestia herself! It had been a week since Muffins had been able to steal enough privacy to clop herself off in the mares’ room at work, and now she’d cum twice in just a few minutes!

Muffins’ bountiful body wobbled unsteadily on her hooves as the last drips of her second orgasm dribbled onto Frank’s welcome mat. It wasn’t the full blown gusher her first had been, but it was just as satisfying. Muffins felt sated, cared for, and just a bit dizzy.

“Oh my gosh...” she whispered, putting a hoof to her heated forehead. “Can I come in, Frank? I just need to sit down for a moment.”

Frank groaned and panted, but recovered quickly. He bowed gallantly and gestured the mature pegasus into his apartment. “Muffins, it would be my pleasure if you’d come in and sit that beautiful plot right down on my face.”

“Oh! I think I will, thank you. Is this a human tradition?”

“It is now!” Frank lay on his back next to his sofa and guided the older pegasus in for a landing. Muffins’ teats pressed firmly against his chest as she settled her wet, sensitive pussy onto the human’s face, playfully wiggling the rump he loved so much and ensuring it was the only thing he could see.

“What a lovely tradition,” Muffins murmured. Frank reached out with his foot and slid the balcony door closed, and he eagerly began to lick Muffins’ marecum from her soaking pussy lips. His face rubbed against her oil soaked fur as he made sure to get his tongue into every crease of his lover’s magical flower.

Muffins giggled, her dominant side coming out to play again. “Golly, Frank,” she teased. “I think we ought to have a good, long talk about your future as my personal seat cushion.”

“Mmmph!” Frank’s muffled cry was one of approval for sure, and his flagging erection began to stiffen again as he dug his tongue into Muffins’ no longer neglected marehood. Muffins smiled gently to watch that cute dick swell in anticipation of a second round of lovemaking. Quite by accident, it seemed the mature mare had found the sort of young and eager lover her friends could only dream of...