Desperate Measures

Guin watched as Short Stack pulled herself up onto some silk curtains hanging from the ceiling. She was rubbing herself dutifully, ignoring the feeling that she had that she should run to the toilet. Short Stack had assured her that the feeling was okay, and that there was a subtle difference in the way this felt versus the way it felt to have to go to the bathroom, and being unfamiliar, Guin was unable to tell the difference. She assured her, however, that even if Guin really did have to pee, the chair had been given a waterproof coating to protect it from staining. The word she had tried to use was "hydrophobic," but couldn't quite remember how to say it.

"Now, watch very closely," instructed Short Stack. "The initial penetration is the hardest part. There's no gape, yet, and everything's slippery."

Her back hooves came up and out, and her grip on the silks relaxed so she could slide down, stopping as her pussy lips kissed the tip of the bound stallion. Almost immediately, she pulled herself back up as he began to buck his hips.

"So, is this your h-husband?" asked Guin, already knowing she was way out of her element.

"Oh, goodness, no. This is one of my eight boyfriends. There's nothing wrong with shopping around, Guin. They cheat on us all the time. It's fair game."

"I don't know about that..."

Short Stack leaned forward. "I'm sorry, how many times have you and your husband had sex?"

"We haven't."

"Exactly," she smirked. "That means he has another source of pussy. Somepony who can do this!"

She lowered herself down even further, swallowing half of the bound stallion's rod into her in one smooth motion. As she did, her face contorted, first into a grimace, then a smile with her tongue hanging out as her eyes rolled back in her head.

Guin immediately stood up and flew over. "Are you alright?!"

"I'm grrrreat!" moaned Short Stack. "Just peachy!"

Guin backed off a bit, just in time to see Short Stack lifting herself off of the stallion, who began to buck his hips once again. This time, though, she didn't pull away. In fact, she lowered herself back down, letting him hammer away at her.

For a few minutes, at least. Before anything else could happen, she pulled herself up again and separated, leaving him thrusting away at nothing.

"Is... Is that it?" asked Guin. "Is it over that quickly?"

"Oh, not remotely," smirked Short Stack. "We've only just begun. But it's time you not just watch. You're going to do something, now."

Guin looked up at the curtains. "I don't know if I can do that..."

"No, not the aerobatics! Just focus on his cock."

Guin looked around the room again. She didn't see anyone else. "But, he's a stallion."

"So's your husband."

"But where's this cock?"

Short stack closed her back legs around the stallion's penis. "His wang. Have you never heard it referred to as a cock before?"

Guin swallowed.

"Oh, right, you've never seen one in real life..." She slid down onto the stallion's stomach and rubbed her hoof along the top. "This is a cock. Go on, touch it."

Guin slowly reached out, placing her claw against it and rubbing. She didn't know why she was hesitating. It was just slightly damp skin. What was the big deal?

"Remember, cats like to eat chicken."

"What does that have to do with anything?"

"The pussy wants to swallow the cock."

Guin nodded as she continued to rub. That was actually a good analogy. If she could just remember that, she could figure out how sex worked. Or at least, she thought so...

"Try to find a dry spot."

Guin looked up. "What?"

"Unless you want to taste my pussy, try to find a dry spot. You're going to lick it."

Guin looked at it from every angle. There weren't a lot of dry spots remaining. "I think the whole thing is soaked..."

Short stack leaned around. "His balls are mostly dry."

Guin lowered her gaze. "But they're all hairy."

"So are kiwifruit," answered Short Stack. "And peaches, too. Just give it a taste. But no biting; they hate that."

Guin lowered her face to his balls and licked one. It didn't taste like anything. She licked again, slower this time. Soap. It was barely there, but he tasted like soap. It was just a mild taste of soap.

"Isn't that the best thing you've ever tasted?"

Guin shook her head. "I'm not a fan of cilantro."

"Oh, no, his body wash is coriander."

"Well, it tastes like cilantro..."

Short Stack scowled, then pushed her away. "Go back to your chair. You're going to want a good view of this. And keep rubbing yourself."

As Guin sat down, Short Stack unlocked the bar holding the stallion's front hooves, and immediately, like a lightning bolt, he had her by the hips, lifting her up and impaling her on his dick. How it all fit was a feat Guin couldn't fathom, as it had come up to Short Stack's nose when it was outside of her. Just how deep could she take it inside of her? How stretchy was she?

And then back up she came. And then back down. And up and down, again and again. Counter to her movement, his hips bounced between the bed and her arse, his balls slapping against her with a wet plop twice per second. She was screaming, but she was smiling at the same time. And the word she kept screaming over and over, "Harder!" was just encouraging this.

In truth, Guin had been afraid of having sex with Jack because he had said it would hurt. If this was what it looked like, it probably would hurt. But Short Stack was smaller than her and the stallion was bigger than Jack, and they seemed to fit together just fine. Perhaps she was fretting over nothing...

She continued to watch and learn. She rubbed herself while watching them change positions twice. After holding Short Stack down until white goop was leaking out of her gaping pussy, the stallion pinned her chest to the bed after freeing his back hooves, filling her arse until more of that goop came out, then rolling her onto her back and shoving his cock down her throat until she passed out.

Not wanting to overstay her welcome or be claimed responsible for the mess, Guin scooped up the magazine, tucking it under her wing, and left.