Rays of morning sun bathed Anon’s face, a refreshing breeze danced over his skin, and the soft sound of songbirds tickled his ears, yet these weren’t what shook the man from his restful slumber. Like many days before and hopefully many days to be, there was no need for an alarm clock. As he came to, his mind going alight, he only then became aware of a warm, pleasant sensation at his groin. Knitting his brow, he lifted the blanket and glanced down his torso.
“Morning,” he murmured, a smile gracing his lips.
Without saying a word, softly bobbing her head while nursing on the tip of his length, Sweetie Belle affixed him with a pair of heavily-lidded eyes. There were few things in life more incredible than being woken up by a good morning blowjob, but be damned if getting sucked off by his small, adorable, and affectionate marefriend wasn’t one of them. Without so much as a second thought, he reached down and lovingly ran his fingers through her pastel mane.
Though he’d been dating her for a number of months, and living with her for nearly two weeks, he couldn’t see himself ever tiring of her. She was on the cusp of maturity, blossoming into a gorgeous and alluring mare, and he had every intention of relishing every moment of her development - that said, despite still being relatively young, she was far from a filly. Her diminutive size and age stood in stark contrast to her profoundly carnal desires - desires he’d grown all too fond of sating.
Wrapping his fingers around the back of her head, he gingerly forced her face downward. There’d been a time when he’d been reluctant to get too frisky with her, fearing he may turn her off or harm her, yet that felt like a lifetime ago. Spurred by his sudden action, acting wholly of her own accord, she drew a deep breath, closed her eyes, and slipped his hardening shaft down her warm, taut gullet.
Even before they’d become an item, something he’d been hesitant about because of their age gap, she’d been remarkably forward with her budding sexuality - something which he’d found both jarring and extraordinarily arousing. He had no shame in admitting that mares had a certain je ne sais quoi, having a sensual grace and appealing figures, yet something about Sweetie’s small stature, lilting voice, and soft, inviting backside stoked the flames of his lust like nothing ever had.
Truth be told, he would have considered himself immeasurably lucky to find a special somepony of any variety, yet the filly of his dreams had come prancing into his life. Sweeter than cotton candy and almost as addictive, Sweetie was everything he could have asked for in a mare – still, she wasn’t without her endearing flaws. As happy as she was to have him, taking no small amount of joy from his amorous ministrations, her enthusiasm occasionally got the better of her.
Be it from fate or coincidence, musing on how covetous and needy she was, he was shaken from his thoughts by the sound of a barely stifled gag. Seeing her wince, noting a tear slipping from her eye, he sighed. She may be able to more easily throat him once she’d grown a bit – regrettably, for the time being at least, she’d need to learn to rein herself in a bit.
“Babe,” he sighed, caressing her check, “you don’t have to choke yourself on it.”
Shooting him a petulant look, she slapped his hand away and doubled down. One of her more admirable, albeit somewhat lecherous traits was that she struggled to realize her own limits. Borne from the impetuous desires of youth, yearning to test her skill, she’d had a sore jaw or wound up walking a bit funny on many a morning – sure, those occasions had grown increasingly less frequent with time and her seemingly insatiable appetite for sexual pursuits, but they still happened sometimes. Knowing better than to stop her, he allowed her to gag on his then turgid shaft until her nose bumped against his groin.
Having successfully fellated his entirety, her throat spasming around his manhood, she swiftly withdrew and freed her airway of his length. “Don’t act like – Cough – like you don’t like it.”
“Oh I do,” he countered, looking past her face to her sinfully plush posterior, “but I hope you’re going to let me have some breakfast in bed.”
Looking back at her behind, she smirked. “Well since you are looking a bit peckish, maybe I could give you something to snack on.”
Standing to her full, unimpressive height, she stepped onto his hips and casually trotted up his frame. Being roughly half the size of a full-grown pony, her head only barely reaching his knee while standing beside him, he looked utterly massive compared to her – a fact which he found hotter than he cared to admit. Coming to rest on his chest, keeping her eyes on his face, she slowly wheeled around and wiggled her rump at him.
“Bon appetit,” she hummed, flicking her tail to the side.
Stars above – a part of him knew he shouldn’t be so turned on by her, but he simply couldn’t help it. Reaching up and resting his hands on her ample hips, he leaned forward, brought his face to her rear, and drew a deep breath. As if looking attractive wasn’t compelling enough, the subtle, ambrosial aroma of her nethers never failed to get his blood pumping. Unable to control himself, his mouth already beginning to water, he kissed his way up her plump thigh and to her meaty lower lips.
Her soft whimper and squeal of surprise, as he drew his tongue up her winking marehood, was like a sinful symphony, yet it was the exotic flavor dancing on his palate that he found most inspirational. Sweet and only the slightest bit tart, her marehood’s taste was leagues more enticing than any human woman’s could ever be; not that he had anything against his people, but he didn’t think he could go back to his own species. As he closed his eyes and sank his tongue into her, she collected herself and kissed the head of his cock.
And just like that, starting with but the smallest show of affection, Anon and Sweetie set upon one another. Slow to start, savoring the moment, they enjoyed the act of giving pleasure as much as they relished receiving it. As she bobbed her head, lavishing the tip of his length with her tongue, he shifted his focus and brought his lips to her bulging clit.
If there was one thing he’d learned about her, it was that her little love-button was one of her weaknesses. Softly suckling upon the sensitive nub of flesh, her juices hot upon his face, he hummed contentedly. Damned if he knew what he’d done to deserve such an alluring and startlingly sensual lover, but he wasn’t about to question it. Her thighs trembled against him, as her muffled groan of delight spurred him onward.
It had taken her dedication and plenty of practice, but she’d gotten remarkably proficient at sucking him off. Though he may have dwarfed her in size and experience, she was getting to the point where she could give him a run for his money – at least if he let her. There were times when he’d allow her to best him, rewarding her with a heaping helping of spunk to bolster her confidence, even if he could typically outlast her.
Bucking his hips, driving his manhood to the back of her throat, he suppressed a chuckle. It really wasn’t his fault for playing with her – after all, she had been the one to wrest him from his slumber with a blowjob. Considering his options, momentarily musing on if he should pull out all the stops and dominate her, he eased up and let her get the upper hand – er – upper hoof. There’d be plenty of time to subjugate her later – for now, he saw no harm in giving her a protein rich breakfast.
Fixating on the physical bliss she afforded, he subconsciously drifted closer and closer to release. The view of her plush tush and slavering marehood, paired with the fact that he’d just gotten up, was the perfect compliment to the feeling of her lips and tongue upon him. Reeling himself in, yet continuing to lap at her loins, he lightly humped into her face. The mental image of her with a cock in her mouth would have been good enough to get off, yet experiencing it first-hand was amazing.
With her dainty forehoof fondling his coin purse, almost as if she was trying to coax the seed from him, she increased her pace. If Equestria had the means to record himself with her, making a naughty home movie for when she was visiting family or away on a school trip, he would have made one long ago - sadly, what with the world’s lack of technology, it simply wasn’t meant to be. As she ravenously took him into her throat, pistoning her head with a bit of extra force, a strange thought struck him.
It was relatively rare for her to be passionate at such an early hour, though it wasn’t the first such instance. Over the last week or so, she’d been particularly forward with her licentious desires. Casual groping or flirting had become commonplace, and she’d even teased him in public a number of times, leading him to believe something was up; not that he minded all the extra attention, though he did wonder what had gotten into her - well aside from himself on a number of occasions.
“F…fuck,” he grunted, as she reared back and vehemently sucked on the head of his dick.
His questions about her redoubled libido faded as quickly as they coalesced, finding himself teetering on the brink. It was a bit of a shame that she seemed hellbent on swallowing his load - then again, it was early, neither of them had anything they had to do, and he had the rest of the day to fill her in other ways. His hands glided up her body, over her sides and to her head, as he braced his legs and pumped his hips.
Crossing the point of no return, he bit his lip and did his damnedest to draw out his impending release. The longer he held out, the more he’d cum and the better it’d feel - the more he came, the higher the likelihood he’d make a small mess with his miniature mate. As he struggled to contain himself, he was done in by a wondrous and wholly unexpected event - Sweetie spontaneously climaxed on his face.
The seething flood of her nectar bathing his countenance took him aback for a split second, quite literally the blink of an eye, but he quickly followed suit. Fitfully thrusting, his balls snuggling up to his groin, he gave her exactly what she wanted. Shot after shot of jizz surged through his throbbing shaft, filling her maw causing her to loudly sputter and recoil.
“Y…you could’ve warned me!” she squawked, whipping around to glare at him.
With strands of spunk coating her face and mane, as well as a liberal dose of his baby-batter dripping from her nose and lips, she was nothing less than upset with him. Under ordinary circumstances, she would have been happy to get a facial, no matter how extreme it was, yet that wasn’t the case. Effortlessly lifting her and spinning her around, he placed her on his chest and wiped his cum from over her eye.
“Say - uh -” he uneasily began, unsure of how to best broach the subject. “I can’t help but notice you were really enjoying yourself.”
They’d fooled around in all sorts of ways, even having gone so far as to stealthily screw in a public restroom once, yet she’d never had an orgasm so quickly and with so little effort. While he was far from bothered to be slathered in her juices, her impromptu maregasm reminded him that something was definitely going on with her. Shuffling in reverse, bringing her rear to just above his crotch, she rocked back to her haunches and sandwiched his semi-rigid length between her buns.
“Maybe it’s because I’m the luckiest filly in all of Equestria,” she mused, rolling her hips forward and back. “It’s not like anypony else has such a big, strong, affectionate coltfriend looking after them.”
Her honeyed words perfectly mirrored the sultry look she bore, sending blood to his manhood. If there was one thing she was good at, aside from being small and spectacularly adorable, it was pressing his buttons. As he extended his arms, fully intent on stroking her flanks, she batted his hands away and continued gyrating upon him.
“Ah ah -” she tutted, shooting him a wink, “no touching.”
Suddenly at a loss, he pursed his lips. A part of him rallied against her suddenly domineering actions, knowing full well she wanted another round with him, but another, far more subtle portion of him wanted to see how far she was willing to push him. Slipping his hands behind his head, trying to play it cool, he grinned down at her.
Almost as swiftly as she’d begun, she got to her hooves, turned around, and stepped between his barely parted thighs. For the briefest moments, he thought she may continue onward and hop from the bed to abandon him, yet the notion was a transient one. Igniting her horn, she surrounded his endowment with a harlequin aura and magically angled his shaft toward her rear. As the tip of his dick kissed her twitching pucker, she peeked back at him.
Sorcerously causing his glans to drift between her marehood and her backdoor, she hummed to herself. “Decisions decisions,” she mused, lifting a hoof to thoughtfully rub her chin. “Where oh where should I put this thing? Should I help myself to a cream filled donut or get a nice, hot deposit right in my foal factory?”
It was one thing to endure her taunting, but she’d upped her seductive game to an entirely different level. Forcing himself to remain still, feigning disinterest, he gave the smallest shrug. “Take your pick, Darling, we’ve got the whole day to play around.”
“In that case,” she purred, easing her weight down, “let’s save the best for last.”
Before she’d even finished speaking, she shifted slightly and bore down upon him. She was far from an amateur with anal, loving it nearly as much as anything else they did, yet the speed with which she impaled herself took him aback. The ease with which he slid into her velvety depths led him to believe she’d planned for the event accordingly.
She descended with glacial speed, letting him watch every inch of his length disappear into her tush, until she was fully seated on his groin. Unlike her delectably snug pussy, which was only barely able to accommodate the entirety of his manhood, her ass managed the task with relative ease - still, the feat was no less impressive. Though he couldn’t see it, he knew the imprint of his tool caused her belly to bulge ever so slightly.
“Need a hand?” he inquired, lifting an arm and waggling his digits.
In spite of the small wince she bore, her eyes closed in concentration, she shook her head. “Just give me a second.”
He remained motionless, quelling the compulsion to buck his hips, as she steadied herself and slowly unsheathed the root of his shaft. Slickened with lube, the sight of his glistening dick affirmed his suspicions - she had done a bit of prep work before accosting him that morning. Biding his time, moved that she’d gone to such lengths to give him a good time, he enjoyed the show.
Her second plunge, nearly as languid as the first, was met by a third, then a fourth and a fifth, until she was rhythmically fucking herself upon him. Her silken walls clung to him, her pucker being pulled out and stuffed back in with the pistoning movement of her hips, chipping away at his self-restraint. There was only so much a man could endure before he leapt into action, and she was nearly begging him to take a more active role.
“Mmmph,” he snorted, as she hilted and ground her rump against him. “Little help?”
“Nuh-uh -” she huffed, moving faster with every passing moment, “I said no touching.”
With his struggle to remain still growing increasingly difficult, his domineering urges railed against him. While neither he nor his pint-sized paramour were opposed to getting rough, disobeying her would be a sure-fire way to quickly sour her mood; lustful and spirited though she may be, she was as impetuous as any other pony her age. Assuring himself that she’d relent, his ire gathering strength by the second, he set his jaw.
On and on she went, periodically altering her technique or nearly stopping entirely, tormenting him seemingly without end. As incredible as the situation was between the heavenly tautness of her ass, her hushed whimpers, and the way she’d peer back at him, the frustration of being denied tainted his enjoyment - unfortunately, the assault on his senses was proving too much to bear. Being forced closer and closer to his limit, he put all of his focus on battling the welling tide of bliss - that was until she cleared her throat. As he glanced over at her face, seeing a mischievous smile on her lips, she said two simple words.
“You may…”
No sooner had the words pass her pouting lips than his hands shot to her waist. Even though he could have effortlessly used her like a sex-toy, lifting her up and slamming her down with ease, an insidious idea came to him. Since she’d been so cheeky with him, he could forgive himself for reaping a bit of lecherous vengeance. As he held her steady, keeping his length entombed within her, he pushed himself up and onto his knees.
She instinctively knew what he was doing, leaning forward and pressing her deliciously flat chest to the mattress, while he rose above her. “You gonna give it to me hard?”
“Yeah, something like that,” he murmured, bracing his legs and getting into position.
One hand slipped under her belly, the tips of his fingers brushing her budding breasts and perky nipples, while he steadied himself on the other. Doggy style, while a favorite of both of theirs, had taken a bit of practice to perfect. Given the disparity of their sizes, he essentially had to situate himself on all fours over her. A day would come when he could more easily mount her from behind, but that day would be several years and a considerable growth spurt away.
Pinning her beneath himself, he threw his hips back, withdrew a portion of his cock from her behind, and set to rutting her. The shift in power was intoxicating, raising his bliss to a nigh unfathomable level, as he drove her into the mattress. Now that he was fully in control, having her at his mercy, his ambitions soared.
Though the ferocity of the event had taken a decided turn, he was far from a callous lover. His fingers wandered to her groin, past her petite bosoms, and quickly grew wet from her juices. He had every intention of delivering some cathartic justice for her, reminding her of why she’d chosen him as a mate, but being ruthless was only part of that endeavor. As he rubbed her clit, evoking mewl from her, the corners of his lips turned up.
“Sweet Celestia,” she groaned, grunted with each unyielding thrust of his hips, “don’t hold back!”
His ego thoroughly stroked, he smiled all the broader. Regardless of their difference, it really did feel like they were made for one another. He’d been the first to claim her, she’d been the one to see him cross the interspecies line, and they both adored what the other had to offer. Listening to her jubilant, wholly sinful noises of delight, he triumphantly growled.
The bed creaked beneath them, the sound of their heavy breaths and moans filled the air, and he grew slickened with sweat, ratcheting up the intensity of his plunges. If they hadn’t had other obligations, school and work respectively, he felt certain they’d spend almost every morning with such a salacious ritual - alas, that was not the case. Seconds passed into minutes and further still, until he felt her trembling against him.
While she bucked back against him, she arched her back. “I…I’m g…gonna…”
Her cracking voice and quivering told him everything he needed to know - she was close. Without slowing in the slightest, he furiously rubbed her snatch. “Cum for me…”
Her shrill wail of ecstasy and the climactic gushing from her spasming marehood was rewarding to a fault, just what he’d been waiting for to pull out all the stops. It was bad form for him to peak before his partner, regardless of their species, and Sweetie was far from an exception. Jackhammering into her, letting himself go wild, he skyrocketed toward his second orgasm that morning - or so he thought.
“S…stop…”
The word sounded almost alien, faint and unintelligible, until he heard it a second, far more urgent time.
“Stop!”
He instantly ground to a halt. He’d understood her clearly enough, reacting out of the instinctive care he had for her, yet that did little to explain why she’d brought their good time to an end. With his befuddlement tinged with concern, beating back his animalistic drive to sow his seed, he rocked back into a kneeling position and looked down at her face. Though she was panting quite heavily, blushing and with beads of perspiration on her brow, she didn’t seem hurt - nevertheless, he needed to be sure.
With a gentleness standing in stark contrast to his actions a moment prior, he tenderly eased his length from her, took her in both hands, and lifted her to his chest. “Are you ok?”
“Y…yeah,” she croaked, licking her lips, “put me back down.”
Doing as asked, he placed her on the mattress before himself. He’d fully anticipated an explanation of some sort, a good reason why she’d commanded him to stop just as he approached the threshold, yet she kept her lips sealed - well, in a figurative sense. Shakily stepping to his groin, she opened her mouth, shut her eyes, and hungrily started sucking his dick clean. As if the morning hadn’t been bizarre enough, getting a post-anal blowjob put the icing on the cake.
Without thinking, he snatched her back up and lifted her to eye level with himself. “Ok, that’s enough. What’s gotten into you?”
Having leaned over to glance down at his turgid shaft, she irritably glowered at his face. “Put me back down!”
“No,” he sternly muttered, “not until you tell me what’s going on. Not that I’m complaining about any of this, but you’re acting odd.”
Continuing to peek at his manhood, her aggravation growing tainted with what looked like worry, she wriggled in his grasp. “Put me down and I’ll tell you.”
He squinted, unsure if it was a bluff. “Promise?”
“Fine,” she groused, crossing a forehoof over her chest, “I Pinkie Promise!”
He held her for just a moment longer, only lowering her to the bed once she’d ceased her squirming. As he pulled his hands away, she indignantly snorted and trotted around him to the pillows under the headboard. Yeah, there was no doubt about it, something was definitely amiss. She should have been in a fantastic mood, after cumming twice in pretty short order, but that simply wasn’t the case.
Flopping down on the heap of cushions, she rolled onto her back, obscenely splayed her hind legs, and reached down to stroke her engorged, drooling sex. “It’s finally my time…”
He paused and waited a second or two for her to continue, watching her shamelessly play with herself, before he cleared his throat. “Your time for…?”
“I’m pretty sure this is my first heat,” she giggled, magically spreading her marehood.
The view of her slick, rosy depths, contrasted against the snow-white of her coat, made his cock throb angrily, yet he retained what little focus he had. “Like a fever? Are you sick?”
She cocked a brow and huffed, massaging her clit all the while. “No, Silly! It means my foal-factory is finally open for business.”
“I…” he faltered as a distant memory came to him.
He was far from any sort of biologist, yet he had idly browsed documentaries while bored on Earth. As he recalled, certain species of animals had a breeding cycle, a time when the females would become fertile to procreate. Given his paramour wasn’t a human, and with her exceedingly lustful actions fresh on his mind, he was left to wonder if she’d reached the pony equivalent of puberty.
Lifting a finger, trying and failing not to stare at her inviting, pink interior, he swallowed hard. “So you can get pregnant now?”
“Mmmhmm,” she affirmed, giving a small nod. “That’s why I didn’t want you to finish in my butt.”
Heaven help him, he wasn’t sure if he was ready to become a father - that said, the idea of impregnating her tickled a deep-seated part of his primitive id. Something about the idea of siring an offspring, of sowing the seed of life within her, was almost painfully arousing, though there was an issue. Even with all the magic in Equestria, he wasn’t sure if they were biologically compatible.
“So - uh - do we need to worry about it?” he asked, rubbing the back of his neck and trying to ignore his aching dick. “I mean, it’s not like I could actually knock you up, right?”
With a wolfish smirk plastered on her muzzle, her eyes half closed and locked onto his twitching length, she shifted in place and angled her groin straight at him. “How about we find out…”
Everyone, be they human, pony, or something else entirely, had moments that would break them, times when they’d try and fail in spectacular fashion - for Anon, this was one such moment. Shuffling toward her, he grabbed her fetlocks, delicately pushed her hind legs up to either side of her head, and brought the head of his cock to her entrance. Fuck it - if he was destined to have a foal with her, it would happen sooner or later.
His chest came to rest just over her head, as he spread his legs and prepared himself. On the off chance that he did put a bun in her oven, he had no real reason to be concerned. Fillies and colts were well looked after in Equestria, having access to schools and health care without a concern of going bankrupt, and he felt certain the residents of Ponyville would be accepting of any lovechild he and Sweetie produced.
“Hey,” she noted, drawing his attention to her face, “don’t be gentle.”
The small request was the nail in his coffin, nearly causing his hips to drive forward all on their own. Suppressing a shudder, he slipped into her eager, quivering snatch. Her throat and muzzle were pleasant, her ass was always a treat, but her marehood - stars above, he couldn’t imagine anything better than filling her sex. As he bottomed out, the tip of his shaft grinding against her womb, he tightened his grasp on her legs and started fucking her in earnest.
Even better than the anal, affording him all the control from minutes beforehand, he plowed her like a field in spring. Though she was the first and only pony to ever earn his amorous affection, he knew for a fact that he’d found a keeper - hell, even if he could somehow get back to earth, he didn’t think he could go back to human women. With a body temperature slightly higher than his own, and with mind-boggling pelvic control, Sweetie was simply perfect.
“R…right there,” she gasped beneath him.
Having spoken on one of his backstrokes, he altered his thrusts to better stimulate her g-spot. If he was about to roll the dice and risk fertilizing an egg or two of hers, he was going to be good and damn sure she got off a third time before he popped. Utilizing only the first half of his shaft, grinding his glans against the sensitive area in her canal, he was rewarded with a barely restrained moan.
He couldn’t speak for other guys, but one of the things he adored most about sex was knowing his mate was loving it as much or more than himself. As if the obvious signs of her enjoyment weren’t obvious enough, ravenously clenching around his dick and squeaking with each impact of his hips, it was the subtle things that made his passion run wild. His pace grew faster with every passing second, as he slowly lost himself to the passionate exchange.
As he moved with all the force of a jackhammer, hellbent on making her climax, his endurance waned. He wasn’t even using the entirety of his length, yet the knowledge of having a fertile lover chipped away at his discipline. Pounding away at her, thoughts of helping produce the hottest MILF in all of Ponyville, his machinations proved to be his undoing.
Greedily seizing around his manhood on his withdrawals, while relaxing on his thrusts, she did everything in her power to milk his pulsing shaft. “Yes,” she brayed, “breed me!”
The magical plea was his undoing, only then making him aware that he was on the very cusp of release. As badly as he’d wanted to make her peak before him, fate had other plans. Realizing his time as at an end, with a tsunami of pleasure threatening to overtake him, he rammed his hips forward, plunged into her womb, and came with all the force of a collapsing star, yet he wasn’t the only one to pass through the gates of Nirvana.
Howling out in rapture, bathing his loins with orgasmic nectar, Sweetie came right alongside him. Maybe the influx of his seed was what did her in, perhaps she took some unique joy of being made a proper mare - regardless, the result was the same. As they climaxed nearly in tandem, he threw himself back and off of her.
As overjoyed as he was with the development, there was one thing he could do to elevate the experience. Flopping onto his behind, keeping his length buried in her spasming cunt, he grabbed her chin, turned her head upward, and craned his neck down to lock lips with her. Sharing an orgasm with his lover was a magical event, but accentuating it with a kiss bordered on the divine.
With her breath washing over his face, watching her eyes roll to the back of her head, he pressed his tongue into her muzzle. Warm and soft, her pouting lips and hushed moans juxtaposed to his sonorous grunts of triumph. While their bodies slowed to a halt, their ecstasy eclipsed by the euphoric afterglow of hard-earned release, they heatedly made out in the rays of morning sunlight.
It was only when she pressed a foreleg to his chest did he slow, pulling back to gaze into her eyes. “That good?”
“Y…yeah,” she wheezed, a heady cocktail of his jizz and her maregasm leaking down his balls.
Smiling to himself, he cracked her rump and held her close. “So do you really think we’ll end up starting a family?”
“Well,” she began, using her magic to pull him forward, “if that’s what you want, maybe we should go again…”
Though he’d only gotten up less than an hour ago, and had two orgasms in relatively short order, his endowment excitedly jerked. “I guess we will,” he whispered, breathing hotly in her ear.
Wrapping his arms around her, he flopped to his side and held her to himself. It was a beautiful day outside, there were errands to run, and they’d yet to even consider what they were going to do for breakfast, but none of that was important. For the time being, happy to just be with one another, the only thing on their minds was to enjoy one another’s company…
