You said you weren't coming!
It was one of those days. They were rare, but that’s what made them special.
Rumble was having the time of his life. Thunderlane said that his foalsitter will be absent today. He has been left home alone for the whole day.
There was a full length mirror in Rumble’s room. It usually sat by the wardrobe, reflecting the sunlight from the window, making the room brighter.
Today, however, was one of those special days; days when Rumble was putting it up next to his bed. It was a particular spot, where Rumble had a perfect view of his entire body, while in hoof’s reach to his special box under the bed. The box was empty at the moment, its usual occupant currently stuck to the mirror behind him. Rumble was looking back at it, at his reflection. At the reflection of his ponut sliding over the purple dildo.
Slowly in and slowly out. The dildo felt heavenly, carefully massaging his insides. Rumble wasn’t in any hurry, he had a whole day ahead of him.
He was alone. Thunderlane was out for the day, like every Sunday, practicing at the Wonderbolts Academy. His foalsitter, who unlike every Sunday, was not present, giving him a whole day of enjoying himself.
He closed his eyes, relaxed, slowly moving back and forth. It was quite rare for him to be left alone, even for an hour or so. But today he had all the time he wanted, all the time in the world.
So he was going to enjoy himself.
He looked back at the mirror, at the reflection of his hungry ass and the rod it was devouring.
The excessive amount of lubricant was constantly squeezing out and running down the glass. Rumble didn’t mind, he had hours to clean that up. He was in no hurry.
Rumble pushed hard against the mirror, letting the dildo penetrate him as far as it could go. He let out a long, low moan and ground his backside against it, feeling how it shifted inside him.
The dildo itself wasn’t anything big, or rather, it wouldn’t have been considered big had he been a fully grown stallion or mare. For his current state, it was quite sizable.
Rumble moved forward, slowly. Enjoying how the dildo’s fake veins moved against his insides until it popped out. He let it hang there, enjoying the cool air entering his gaping hole. He loved to do it. He loved even more what came next.
Rumble looked behind him. It was a very inviting sight: his ponut ready, waiting, begging; his reflected eyes, twinkling with desire; the dildo aimed right where he wanted it to be. Rumble shoved himself backwards onto it.
There were stars exploding in his mind, little white supernovas of pleasure. His whole body was twitching, eyes losing focus and wings stiffly springing to his sides. All his senses were going wild.
Rumble stayed there for a few minutes, waiting for them to calm down and reset, listening to his slowing heartbeat and appreciating how it matched his butt clenching over the dildo.
Rumble scolded himself, he was being too aggressive. He had a whole day, afterall. No need to rush. He was too used to tighter time schedules.
With that in mind and most of his senses rebooted, he got back to his slow movements. Move a little bit out, a little bit in. Out, in. Savoring in the experience.
Rumble clenched his ponut, slowly dragging the dildo out completely. He kept its tip planted against his entrance, waited. Then he moved back, letting the dildo slowly open him whole.
He bottomed out, letting out a breath he didn’t know he was holding. A goofy grin split his muzzle. It was truthly one of those great days.
And it was about to get even better.
“Surprise!”
The door to his room has been slammed open, the lime pony standing in it with her usual grin.
Rumble was paralyzed. His mind ran a thousand miles per second trying to process what his eyes were seeing. His worst fears have just been realized.
Opposite him Lyra had lost her smile, she was stunned as well. There was no hiding what was right before her. The mirror, she was looking at it!
Rumble was reeling, he couldn’t believe his own eyes. It was a dream, he told himself, a nightmare. The worst nightmare! There was no place to run, no time to hide. He said she wasn’t coming. She wasn’t supposed to come. She wasn’t supposed to be here.
“You aren’t supposed to be here,” Rumble said quietly, but in the confines of silence it was deafening.
It seemed to wake the unicorn from her stupor. “What?” Lyra verbalized.
Rumble was unmoving, like a statue. It gave Lyra time to shake herself off. “What do you mean?” she asked.
“He said you weren’t supposed to be here,” he stated, like it was common knowledge. “He said you weren’t coming.” There was more volume with every word he said.
“I—”
“He said you weren’t coming!” Rumble near-shouted.
A moment of silence ensued. Rumble, horrified, looked at the unicorn’s stunned expression. He has never shouted at her.
And then a smirk appeared. It threw Rumble off guard even more. Why was she smiling at him all of the sudden? It was the last expression he expected to get from her, and yet there she was, smiling. Grinning even!
“Well, it happens that I was planning a surprise for you,” she said casually, “but it seems you beat me to it.”
Rumble had all but forgotten his compromising position at this point.
“I asked Thunder—” she continued “—if he could tell you that. I wanted to bring the news with a bang.”
Rumble stood there with his lower jaw on the ground. He lost his secret to a silly surprise. It was all doomed.
But why wasn’t she mad? Why wasn’t she shouting? Wasn’t he about to get the worst punishment of his life?
Or was he?
“Why don’t you invite me along?” Lyra asked, her usual smile back on her muzzle.
“Wha-?” was all Rumble managed to conjure, “uh?”
“Or are you going to horde up all the fun for yourself?” she asked with a smirk.
“Umm…” Rumble was at a loss for words, “no?” was his automatic response. His eyes went wide with the realization of what he had just implied.
“Good,” Lyra said, advancing toward him. She turned around and flagged her tail high, presenting her marehood mere inches from Rumble’s muzzle. “Let’s get to it, shall we?”
He couldn’t comprehend what he was looking at. Everything was happening too quickly to process.
One thing however, broke through to him, her scent. His pupils dilated and his nostrils flared. It smelled divine.
He dove right in, getting his first taste.
Lyra jumped a little, she didn’t expect him to go all in immediately. After the moment of shock faded she let her heartbeat settle, then spread her hind legs wider and relaxed.
Rumble got into eating her out with boundless eagerness. His tongue was everywhere at once, craving for the delicious sweetness.
Lyra started humming; he took the feedback with pride. She was enjoying herself! Rumble started unconsciously grinding himself back against the dildo, the movements kept shifting his head, allowing him to apply pressure from different angles.
Lyra’s hums turned into soft moans.
Something moved, spooking Rumble. Lyra’s sex had winked at him. A drop went down her thigh with a puff of steam rising towards the ceiling.
He has never seen that before. It took him a second to process, and then he grinned. Rumble dove back in for his reward. If the taste of her juices was divine earlier, this was heaven.
He could have gone at it for hours, but it seemed like Lyra had other plans.
She had turned around to face him, their muzzles almost touching.
“How about you let me on the fun stick, huh?” She said, gesturing with her head behind him.
Rumble moved himself off the toy. Lyra’s eyes slowly widened as the dildo slid out. Rumble’s face was burning so hot with embarrassment he thought his cheek fur might set on fire.
Lyra used her magic to unsuction the dildo and stick it a little higher on the mirror.
Rumble stood next to her, accidentally finding himself in a first class VIP lounge with the best view. The mirror gave his eyes access to all the goods he could have ever wanted. He watched in awe as the dildo seamlessly disappeared in Lyra’s marehood.
His eyes wandered over her curvy body: from the base of her tail, past the arched midsection of her torso, up until he met her golden eyes. Rumble froze. How inappropriate of him, he thought. What must she be thinking of him right now? Is she about to chastise him?
She winked at him and started rocking.
Rumble’s backside promptly hit the floor.
Lyra was back to humming, closing her eyes and enjoying the attention. Rumble’s painfully hard member was quickly covered with both his forehooves.
She opened one eye, catching him in the act, and smirked. His hooves slowed, but didn’t halt, there was no force on Equus that could stop them. “Isn’t it a little big for you?” She asked, casually as ever.
“Huh?” Was Rumble’s reply.
“The dildo,” she elaborated, “isn’t it too big for you?”
“Oh,” Rumble replied. His cheeks getting hotter, “I’ve, heh… I’ve grown used to it by now.” His gaze refused to meet hers.
She put a hoof on her chin and thought for a moment, “Would you like to try something more?”
“More? What do you mean?”
“Well, you know how I like Bon Bon right?”
“Yea.”
“And I’m a unicorn?”
“Mhm.”
“So, I found this fun spell for her to enjoy.”
Rumble perked up, excited, “Do you mean?”
“Yes.”
“Can I see?” He asked with twinkles in his eyes.
“Sure!” She answered, beaming.
Lyra got off the dildo and sat against the bed, leaning back. She spread her legs, presenting her marehood.
It wasn’t how ponies usually sat, but Rumble guessed it presented her well.
She closed her eyes and ignited her horn. The golden aura surrounded it, shimmering softly, and reached for her crotch. The sparkles coming off Lyra’s horn started to reflect in his wide, open eyes.
After a few seconds Lyra’s brows furrowed, another few passed and her muzzle scrunched up. The magic intensified before flashing brightly.
Rumble had to take a few steps back and rub his eyes. After the afterimages of the flash subsided, he looked back at her. She was there, sitting, leaning against the bed with her legs splayed and…
Nothing else.
She was looking at her crotch as well, an indistinguishable expression on her face. Then she looked back at him, her cheeks turning pink.
“Don’t look at me like that,” she said. “It’s not so easy when someone new is looking!” Lyra continued, blushing even harder.
Rumble had to stifle his laughter.
“Yea, very funny. Turn around, so I can cast it.”
Rumble, still struggling to hold the giggles, obeyed. He didn’t even turn fully before a flash ceased any of his laughing struggles.
And there Lyra was, sitting against the bed, but this time between her legs there was a new addition: a stallionhood. It was still in its sheath, but by the size of it Rumble could already tell it was roughly the size of his brother’s.
His eyes drifted up to hers, meeting them. She showed him her tongue playfully. “What do you think?” she asked.
“Whoa,” was all Rumble could mouth.
“Like it that much, huh?” she asked, back with confidence. “Don’t you want to take a closer look?” It was already coming out of its sheath.
Rumble moved like in a trance, his eyes fixated on the prize. He found himself sitting right in front of it, stretching his forehooves to reach the tip.
It was so familiar, yet so different. And much, much bigger. He moved his hooves slowly against her skin, delicately. His explorations rewarded him with a nicker from Lyra. She was looking at him, still flushed.
She was in Rumble’s area of expertise now, and he was going to make great use of it. Now it was his turn to wink at her, before opening his mouth wide and diving right in.
The flare was a tiny bit bigger than he expected. Still, he didn’t let it show, for this was his time to shine!
Lyra gasped loudly at the sudden warmth of Rumble’s eager maw. Her forehooves shot to either side of his head, halting his descent.
With his head temporarily impaired Rumble started to humm against her member, making her squeak in surprise.
Her forelegs relaxed a bit, letting him move.
There was no way he could take more of her cock at this angle, so he utilized his tongue in massaging the sensitive flare, twirling around it.
Rumble was so occupied with his machinations that he didn’t notice Lyra’s secret weapon. His hindquarters had at some point risen high, giving him a better angle of approach. But at the same time it exposed him to his biggest weakness.
He didn’t know it was levitating behind him, aiming right at his fun hole. The dildo hovered there, covered in the golden aura of Lyra’s magic.
It moved, slowly entering him. As if in slow-motion, his eyes started to open wide, his mouth agape, he raised his head off her cock meeting Lyra’s golden orbs. A mischievous smirk adorned her features, all while the dildo was entering him.
He just looked at her, dumbfounded. The dildo felt different, now that he knew she had used it as well.
“How about we switch things up, huh?” she asked.
Rumble gave a little nod.
Moments later Rumble found himself lying on his bed belly up. His head was hanging over the edge, facing the endowed mare in front of him. Over him?
Lyra swayed her hips, making her cock swing from side to side, “Are you ready?”
Rumble answered by opening his mouth wide and lolling his tongue out.
She gracefully straddled the bed, positioning the tip of her cock in front of his waiting mouth. And stayed like that, not moving.
Rumble had a great view of her whole package. Was it steaming? It all looked so massive up close. His nostrils flared, inhaling her scent, making him dizzy.
But she was just standing there! Rumble got so impatient his wings buzzed against the bed.
That got Lyra chuckling. “Oh, I’m just teasing you,” she said in a sultry voice.
At a glacial pace the tip of her cock began to enter Rumble’s mouth. It was a tight fit, now that the penis was fully erect. It made its way through his muzzle and further still with no sign of slowing down. Rumble took a quick breath just in time before his airways were sealed. Lyra’s marecock began to push into his throat. Rumble was scared of her initial size, the flare stretched him painfully wide at first, but once it had passed further, so had the discomfort.
Rumble looked in front of him at the slowly approaching orbs of Lyra’s underpackage, they seemed so gigantic up close, almost covering his whole field of view. There was also the wide shaft, extending from her crotch right into his mouth. The medial ring was moving towards him, he noticed, in just a few moments it would go inside him.
Lyra kept going at an even, agonizingly slow pace. The medial ring graced his lips and opened them even wider. Rumble could trace its journey alongside his tongue as it advanced towards his throat. Once there, it continued further down, following the flare towards his belly.
Rumble didn’t realize how deep Lyra had gone until his nose was right against her scrotum. Her pheromones were overwhelmingly strong there. Rumble wanted to inhale, to indulge himself in her musk. Unfortunately, his airways were sealed tight.
Lyra finally bottomed out and exhaled. “Do you have any idea how tight you are?” she asked, out of breath.
Rumble would have loved for her to stay there. Unfortunately, his body needed air, so he tapped her side twice.
Lyra got the message and started withdrawing.
Rumble felt how his entire throat tried to follow Lyra’s cock. It gripped at her, milking precum right into his tummy.
Everything was withdrawing in reverse order. At first, it was her medial ring escaping the hold of his throat. Rumble could feel it gliding against the roof of his mouth. He pressed his tongue against her cock, applying pressure. The medial ring moved past his lips, along his tongue until its very tip.
Without a second of intermission, Lyra’s flare followed suit. However, once it had escaped his throat, she stopped, which Rumble took as a chance to take a breath. It was a lungful of her musty scent, right from the source.
“You hanging in there?” Lyra asked.
Rumble repeated his taps and went slack, ready for the rerun.
Lyra began moving again, slowly in and slowly out. Rumble let himself drown in the consuming bliss, relaxing and letting himself get pleasured.
Once in a while Lyra would bottom out, pushing her balls against his muzzle. She would hold that position for a few seconds while her cock throbs gently inside him.
Out of nowhere, the dildo was back in his butt again. Rumble, so overwhelmed with the sensation of Lyra’s cock filling his esophagus, barely felt how his ponut was being stretched. Soon, the dildo was matching Lyra’s pace. It was going deep when she was, then pulling back in tandem.
Rumble was on cloud nine. His throat and gut were both shooting little sparks of pleasure around his body like fireworks. Rumble so wished he could see the action.
And then he remembered about the mirror. It was perfectly to his side next to the bed.
Rumble looked at it and was immediately rewarded with a fluffy ball right into his open eye.
Ouch.
He had to match his peaks with Lyra’s backstrokes. In those little glimpses he could see the imposing mare, slowly withdrawing a wide rod out of his comparatively tiny throat. It was like a sleeve for her cock! Her flare was visibly moving down towards…
Right in the eye again.
Lyra maintained mostly an even pace, while Rumble kept sneaking glances at the reflection.
The next time Lyra bottomed out in him, the dildo started to move out way too soon, out of sync. It popped out with a tug. He could still feel its imprint in his colon, like it was still in there. What was she up to?
He saw the dildo heading towards Lyra’s hindquarters, engulfed in her golden aura. It slipped inside her, making the cock inside his gullet twitch. Lyra let out a low moan.
She went back to work, her hips utilizing more lateral movement than before. The dildo was copying her motions once again.
Every time she would pull back, the underside of her tail would light up golden. Then they would both move back in, together.
She moved lovingly slowly, passionately.
Her breath became slightly audible. Straining his ears, Rumble could hear her soft exhales.
On one of Lyra’s backstrokes the dildo emerged from her. Sticky strands hung from it halfway to the floor and a cloud of steam wafted towards the ceiling. The dildo floated towards Rumble’s behind.
He felt the flat tip of the dildo against his entrance, waiting there for Lyra’s next backstroke to finish. Then, they moved inside, together. Both Lyra and the dildo made their way deep inside him.
Rumble recognized now why the dildo felt different before. It was because of Lyra’s own juices replacing the thick lubricant from before. It felt new. It felt good. It felt like Lyra.
Rumble was elated, knowing she was fucking him from both sides at the same time. Slowly in and slowly out.
It wouldn’t last long, however, before Lyra pulled out her cocks.
“I think you’re ready for the real me.” She accentuated that statement by flexing her horsecock, making it slap against her belly. “Wouldn’t you agree?”
Rumble tried and failed to answer, all he managed was a spitting cough. Instead, he jumped to his hooves and nodded vigorously.
That got a smile out of her.
It was soon replaced by a wider, more excited grin. The one, Rumble thought, that truthly fit her more.
“Then come here and get it.” Another slap.
Rumble jumped off the bed and approached her. She was following him with her eyes, but Rumble didn’t pay them much attention, it was instead drawn towards something more tempting.
It began to dawn on him with every step he took, he was about to go far beyond his usual size. It must’ve shown on his face.
“Don’t worry,” Lyra reassured him, “I have an idea. I won’t move. It’d be just like against the mirror.”
His face went full tomato.
Rumble was now standing in front of her. Lyra shifted her hooves a little, spreading her legs wider. She was looking at him with her trademark smile.
He analyzed the situation. She was tall enough for him to stand underneath her. Her cock was at the perfect height, it matched how high he would stick the dildo on the mirror. He could do it!
Rumble was ready.
He turned around and started backing between Lyra’s legs. His raised tail was brushed aside by Lyra’s chest. Rumble felt how her barrel was dragging against his back. He was so excited! The tips of his wings slid along the insides of her forelegs, making Lyra giggle.
Then he felt it, much earlier than he would’ve suspected. Oh, it felt heavy and scoldingly hot, he couldn’t wait feeling all this warmth heating him up from the inside.
No more stalling. He couldn’t doubt himself now. He was ready, he’s trained for this, kind of. It would be like usual, just slightly bigger.
He positioned himself on the tips of his hooves and arched his back upwards, that always made it easier on days he didn’t have much time and needed to rush the first stretch. Rumble started pushing himself backwards, applying pressure. At first, the tip of Lyra’s marecock sealed the air in his anus. As he applied more, the tip glided along his ponut.
It entered him. It felt so hot stretching him. But not enough so that he’d need to take a break, so he pushed further. It slid along his walls, making its presence known by shoving his guts aside, like nothing had ever done before.
It went by much more smoothly than Rumble expected. The further he went, the more cock hid inside him.
He should be bottoming out right about now. The dildo would’ve already ended. He felt so bloated at this point, but there was no sign of her stopping! Then he hit it, the end. Oh it felt so filling. He relaxed, slowly letting himself back to his hooves, feeling how the movement shifted her inside him. He started gyrating his hips. He was taking his time, he had a lot of it. There was no need to rush.
“Hey,” a voice scared the Tartarus out of him, “I hope you are not done yet,—” oh, it was just Lyra, “—there is so much more fun you are missing out on.” Rumble could practically hear the smile on her face. However, he didn’t know what she meant. It’s not like he was… wait. No, that is not possible. She couldn’t be, but it felt like…
In all the excitement Rumble had forgotten about the medial ring. He mistook it for the base. It was unbelievable that there was still a third of her that was still out there. It should’ve been obvious, he would’ve touched her balls by this point, wouldn’t he?
Rumble felt her twitch, it filled him with determination. His eyes narrowed.
It felt like pushing against a wall, but he didn’t relent. It stretched him beyond belief.
Her medial ring went in and Rumble slid back from all the force. It made him go almost all the way down on her. Lyra’s crotch was higher, though. Suspending his hind legs above the floor. It felt like his backside was weightless, if he ignored the giant pressure in his ass, that is.
This position made Lyra press into his belly-side. Rumble knew she was close to hitting what he called ‘his special spot’.
He stretched his hind legs and pushed her remaining length inside. Barely, but he managed to scrape that place. Rumble began to slowly drag himself forwards, then backwards, grinding Lyra’s medial ring over it. Her balls were resting against his heels. They felt so much warmer than the glass of the mirror he used to use.
Rumble got into it, withdrawing more out before going back in. It felt so warm under her too, the heat coming off Lyra combined with their coats brushing against each other made Rumble feel like he was in a sauna.
Lyra’s cock began to twitch much more frequently. There was also a muted squishing sound coming from behind him.
Rumble spotted the mirror and, as he expected, Lyra’s horn was at work again. His eyes traveled downwards towards himself and the great protrusion in his belly. It looked surreal.
He moved a little and his reflection followed, all but the one extended spot in his belly, which stayed perfectly where it was before, moving under his coat. Back and forth, no matter how much he shifted, the bulge stayed in place.
Rumble pulled himself fully off of Lyra. There it was, her flare, in its seemingly static position between her legs.
Lyra, alert at their separation, glanced towards him. He saw her reflection looking down at him. Then it followed Rumble’s head up and up until the reflection met his eyes.
“That’s my clever colt,” she announced, squinting her eyes in amusement, “aren’t you?”
Rumble smiled sheepishly.
Before Lyra had any opportunity to tease him further, Rumble looked her boldly in the eye and slammed himself backwards, impaling on her cock.
…
Rumble woke up. The darkness was receding from his vision. Weird, he had his eyes open, but he couldn’t see much, blinking didn’t help either. All he could see were some brighter blurs among darker smears. He was all covered in sweat, it was so hot in his bed. The air was so thick it was hard to breathe.
He tried to orient himself, but couldn’t determine which way was up. He tried to move, but had no idea if he succeeded or not, he couldn’t feel his legs, he couldn’t feel anything, really.
The colors slowly went into focus, he tried to keep his eyes on the big greenish blob that was… in front of him? What was going on? As the blob became sharper its silhouette morphed into an equine shape. It reminded Rumble of his foalsitter, Lyra. Some facial features started to take shape. Actually it was her, right? What was she doing here? She was moving her mouth, but there was no sound beyond the fading ring in his ears. No, there were some thuds matching her moving lips. As Rumble focused on it more and more the muffled words finally registered in his brain.
“...Rumble. Hey, Rumble, are you ok?” Rumble’s eyes fluttered as his ears perked up upon hearing her voice.
Lyra, taking notice of his awareness, visibly relaxed. Her eyes were no longer wide open. Her ears swiveled back as she exhaled, “You got me scared there, Rumble.” Why did her voice come from above, that didn’t make sense, she was standing in front of him.
It was then that it occurred to him that he was looking at her reflection this whole time. In addition, his own was right below hers.
His pupils were dilated, one bigger than the other. Wait, the mirror! It was ever moved for one purpose only. All the memories of the day flooded back into him, each one followed by a dozen more: Sunday; his day alone; surprise visit from Lyra; the… the aftermath.
“What happened?” Rumble slurred.
“I don’t know. We’ve lost you there,” she answered. “How are you feeling?”
“Myself, just… like underwater.”
“Do you remember what happened?”
“I… yea, I think so.”
“I don’t like seeing you hurt yourself like that. We need to stop,” she said sternly.
“No!” Rumble was panicking. “I won’t do it again, I promise.”
Lyra stared at Rumble hard, worried. Her muzzle opened to protest.
“I promise.”
Lyra’s expression wavered slightly.
“I-I will let you do it, I trust you won’t hurt me.”
A corner of her mouth curved upwards. “My little gentlecolt,” she teased.
She was on top of his bed, signaling for him to follow.
He took a few steps forward… No, he would’ve taken a few steps forward, if it wasn’t for the fact that Rumble still felt like he was stuffed to the brim. He knew she wasn’t in him anymore, but it still felt like it, like he made an imprint of her cock in himself. He probably had a dick-sized hole in his rear.
Rumble’s hind hooves moved in great arcs over the ground, as if he was stepping in thick mud. He could barely feel them.
Lyra looked on with a mix of worry and amusement. She tried to hide the latter behind a flat expression, but her laughing eyes betrayed her.
She hoisted him up on top of the sheets.
With the rough terrain under his hooves and, in addition, his swimming head made it challenging for Rumble to keep his balance. He looked around for something to support himself on. A pillow appeared before him. Don’t mind if I do. *POMF* Rumble enjoyed the moment of rest as the world stopped swimming.
His ear perked as he heard a drawn squelch. It was followed by a sound he could not have mistaken, Lyra has just suctioned the dildo to the mirror and, judging by direction, Rumble knew it came from the area of the headboard.
Shifting his head, he saw the mirror standing against it, with the dildo stuck near its base. It was drenched, with steam wafting off of it. There were big globs on its underside, ready to drop and get wasted.
Rumble zipped forward on his wings, catching a big drop mid-air. His tongue ran circles around the dildo, securing everything, nothing escaped his muzzle. He savored in the taste, licking his lips for the leftovers.
Lifting his gaze towards the mirror he saw himself with half lidded eyes, a tiny smile on his lips. He also saw Lyra’s reflection, smiling at his antics.
Rumble made a show of kissing the tip of the dildo before taking it into his maw, keeping eye contact with those half-lidded eyes of his.
Lyra’s cock slapped against her belly. Her expression turned befuddled as her lips formed a little “o”.
Rumble flagged his tail over his back prompting Lyra’s jaw to hit the floor.
Closing his eyes, he began to worm his way forward. Rumble’s body moved like a snake. His head swayed from side to side with the torso following in a wave-like fashion towards his gyrating butt.
He felt Lyra’s hoofsteps advance towards him. His heartbeat quickened and wings buzzed with excitement.
Something flat, wet and, most of all, hot pressed against his ass. It dragged itself upwards accompanied with a loud, over-the-top slurp.
“Tasty,” Lyra announced.
Rumble kept going, acting unphased. Under the hood his heart was racing.
The sheets shifted once again. Even through closed eyelids, he noticed his vision got darker; Lyra was standing over him now.
It felt like forever since he last touched it. Lyra’s marecock. It was prodding along his taint, exploring the area.
Rumble aided Lyra in finding her target by lowering his rump. The tip was now at his entrance, and Rumble greeted it by pushing himself onto it, giving it a warm, welcoming hug. At this point Lyra was gliding effortlessly inside him.
She slowly walked forward, filling him more and more. There was a brief moment where her flare slid along his special spot, making Rumble’s eyelids flutter.
The further she advanced, the higher Rumble’s rump rose. At the point where Lyra’s medial ring was getting close Rumble wasn’t squatting anymore. And once it was at his door instead of going in, the thicker protrusion started to push him forward onto the dildo.
With the glacial pace Lyra was moving at, it didn’t make him panic, but still he opened one eye to glance at her reflection. She was looking at him with those sultry eyes, wearing a confident smirk. He was about to become her play toy.
She made little moves forward and backwards, pushing him onto the dildo, going a bit further with each thrust. Bumping against his rump, giving it little love taps.
Rumble decided that if she wanted a show, he would give it to her. He put one hoof on the mirror, pushing himself backwards with her.
She pushed him one way onto the dildo and he pushed back, keeping constant contact with her medial ring, making him slide along the dildo. She was humming, content with the performance.
Lyra was radiating so much heat, encapsulating him like a furnace.
On the next instroke Lyra kept going, incrementally upping the pressure. Rumble pushed back, knowing exactly what she desired.
A little bit more and Lyra’s medial ring popped in. It pushed his insides apart while going deeper. Her thicker base gave him the last bit of stretch, driving him against the mirror, making him put the other hoof on it.
Rumble’s back legs were practically levitating. He was supported only by the shafts embedded in his holes.
Lyra withdrew, leaving only the tip inside. Rumble looked up, she had the question spelled in her eyes. He gave her a silent permission, a “go for it”. Her eyes sparked.
Lyra made her way to a moderate tempo, keeping to the shallow thrusts. That was not what he was hoping for.
Rumble’s entire body rocked back and forth. He didn’t need to move himself, just keeping his legs on the mirror and enjoying the ride.
Lyra kept going deeper with each stroke, slowly making her way back inside him. The further she went, the more Rumble shook.
When her flare started scraping against his special spot Rumble’s moans went high in pitch. It seemed to drive Lyra more rampant. Thank Celestia for his stuffed throat, or the noise would have invited more ponies to their surprise party.
Lyra was nickering above him, blowing warm air into his mane and fogging up the mirror.
Rumble’s eyes rolled in his head once Lyra’s medial ring kept on going in and out of the threshold of his ponut. The extra stretch kept melting Rumble’s mind, over and over with each thrust. His hooves weren’t doing that good either. It was too much keeping his tippy-toes on the sheets. Eventually, Rumble gave in, relaxed his hind hooves and let himself hang on the marecock that was pounding him in earnest.
On the next ram Lyra lodged herself deep. She bottomed out, pressing her hips into his. Rumble could feel her expanding flare, deep inside his gut. She pushed him into the mirror. His throat was filled to the brim. Rumble’s nose nonconsensually booped on its reflection.
She kept twitching and huffing, her hips pushing him more and more. She was really trying to hold that one in. Rumble felt her balls caressing his thighs, rubbing themselves against them.
He reached one forehoof back. It met the rim of her flare much sooner than he expected. Was she really that far in? It seemed impossible.
He stroked it, running his hoof over the edge. Lyra gasped at the touch. Her back legs trembled, threatening to collapse.
It took Lyra a while to catch her breath. Rumble could feel the erratic beating of her heart slowing down.
“You think you’d get a cutiemark in this or something,” she said.
Rumble would’ve snorted if he could.
“You don’t mind if I finish inside, do you?” only Lyra could ask that so casually.
Rumble grunted.
She let out a squee. He couldn’t keep himself from smiling. It wasn’t that big of a deal for him and it seemed to make Lyra very happy.
She took a few shaky steps backwards, pulling Rumble with her.
This time, she set herself on slower, deeper thrusts. She was pulling almost all the way out, only so her flare tugged on the rim of his butt. Then all the way back in, up to the shaft.
Rumble noticed that his breathing matched Lyra’s thrusts, she would grunt twice with each one, it was amusingly rhythmic. He looked up at her reflection; she was biting her lip.
Something changed, Lyra was bringing up the tempo once again. Her breath became unsynchronized, erratic. She was flaring again, and dragging it all through him. It felt like she had doubled in size.
“Rumble,” she warned him between pants.
Rumble, for the last send off, bent his spine as high as he could. The curve directed Lyra’s cock into banging against his special spot.
With her flare Lyra was stretching him like nothing has ever before. Rumble’s eyes rolled in his head, it was too much.
His vision went completely white with pure ecstasy. He probably came, but it was hard to tell. All he could feel was Lyra going into overdrive. His butt was gripping her cock, trying to anchor it inside him.
It felt like little punches to the gut, just from the inside. Lyra came while hammering at his abused bottom. All throughout she never stopped moving. With each thrust a white film covered Rumble’s vision for a second before fading, only to be replaced by another one. His ears were filled with a constant clapping of one set of thighs against another.
She just kept going. His intestines felt fuller by the minute.
By the time Lyra started slowing down he was feeling like a water balloon, and probably matched in looks.
Coming down off the blissful high he fell into numbness. Everything was swimmy, maybe it was the tears in his eyes. His legs, his neck, torso and rump, all felt… unpowered. His sense of direction was going sideways.
Wait, he was going sideways! Lyra, with her rod still lodged inside him, fell to the side, dragging him with her. Thankfully, the sheets softened the impact. Rumble, trying to stay upright, bit on the dildo, but it popped off the mirror and fell with them.
They were now lying on the bed with Lyra spooning Rumble.
There was a snort. Lyra was giggling, transitioning into a fully blown laughter. It shook the whole bed. Eventually, she finished and patted him on the head. “That was insane.”
Rumble spit out the dildo, “Totally.”
