Preordained

“Just a second!” Light called out, hearing a bell jingle from the front of the shop.

It wasn’t uncommon for him to go without help, even though his wife was supposed to be working the register. Closing the oven door and setting the egg timer to forty-five minutes, he turned and briskly trotted through the kitchen. Truth be told, he didn’t mind working by himself, but it hadn’t always been that way.

Two years prior, when he’d first opened his bakery and accomplished his lifelong dream, he’d almost always had his spouse around to help with work - sadly, it hadn’t stayed that way for long. Tidbit, his betrothed, had grown increasingly less fond of working the register or assisting him in any way, oftentimes giving excuses to shirk her duties; it hadn’t been that terrible at first, since he’d assumed she wasn’t feeling well, although it had become a recurring event over the past few months. Shaking his head and clearing his thoughts, he moved through the open doorway and into the storefront.

“How can I help…” he fell silent, observing that the shop was oddly vacant.

Given his size, being quite tall for a unicorn, he should have been able to see any prospective customers milling behind the racks of fresh bread, yet he didn’t see anypony. Trotting around the counter, he cocked his head to the side. Unless somepony had briefly popped in and left, he didn’t have an explanation for hearing the door open. It was only after he moved past a display of cupcakes he’d made that morning did he find what - no, who had paid him a visit.

“Can I help you, Miss?” he softly asked, gazing down at a short unicorn whose face was all but plastered against the glass case.

“Oh - uh -” she began, apparently caught off guard by his appearance, “how much are these?”

Looking to the frosted assortment of goods, he smiled. “Six bits for a half dozen - ten for a full dozen.”

The little mare scrunched her snout and nodded to a boule of sourdough by the register. “And that?”

“That,” he noted, looking over at the loaf, “would be three bits, but it’s already a day old.”

Waiting to hear her reply, he took a moment to look her over. Her shaggy white mane and tail contrasted wildly against her black coat, yet her amethyst, cat-like eyes were what he found most striking about her. She may well have had some thestral in her blood, which would explain her unique peepers, but he had no way to be sure.

Quietly studying her, seeing a frown crease her muzzle, something struck him as amiss. For starters, he’d never seen the pony before, so she may have been from out of town - secondly, though he hadn’t initially noticed it, she seemed a bit unkempt. The somewhat dingy and careworn satchel slung at her side was yet another indication that she may not have been all that well off, causing him to crease his brow.

“If money’s an issue, I’d -” he was cut off, as she raised a hoof.

Turning away, she moved towards the exit. “Thanks, but I don’t take handouts.”

“Wait,” he huffed, trotted up beside her, “I didn’t catch your name.”

Slowing to a halt, she peered up at his face. “It’s Leech.”

“Well, Leech, it’s a pleasure to meet you. I’m Light,” he announced, dipping his head and extending a foreleg.

Looking between the proffered hoof and his face, Leech considered her options. The only reason she’d entered the bakery was because she’d hoped to nab some old bread from the previous day, before it was thrown out, but luck hadn’t been on her side - that being said, she had a few tricks up her nonexistent sleeve. Reaching into her bag, she rummaged around and produced what little money she had.

“I’ll give you two bits for that loaf,” she stated, glancing at the boule by the register.

Light slowly lowered his hoof, his smile wavering. Between her disheveled state, the early hour, and her attempt to dicker him down, he was left to presume his guest had fallen on hard times - a fact that plucked at his heartstrings. Though he’d always thought of himself as a relatively shrewd and hard working baker, there were few things that gnawed at him like a pony in need.

“Tell you what,” he began, trotting back behind the counter, “I’ll give you the loaf and a cupcake for two bits.”

Her eyes narrowed to a squint, as she turned to face him. “What’s the catch?”

Giving her a small shrug, he grinned. “Consider it a complementary discount for a first-time customer.”

Despite his cheerful demeanor, Leech wasn’t buying the nice stallion act. She’d been around the block for long enough to know that there was almost always some sort of string attached to generous offers, with most deals that are too good to be true being exactly that. Keeping her lips pursed, she scanned his face for any sign of possible trickery at play.

He seemed nice enough, but he wasn’t the only pony who could pull the nice act in the room. Tall and somewhat stocky, bearing a crimson mane and sandy colored coat, it was almost uncanny how much he looked like the stereotypical baker - still, he was a stallion, and every stallion had certain weaknesses. Smirking to herself, she casually approached the counter.

“By chance, is there a missus Light?” she coyly inquired.

He nodded, though his cheerful demeanor waned. “There is, yes.”

“Shame,” she sighed, hanging her head. “If there wasn’t, I might be able to offer you something better than a measly two bits…”

Without saying another word, she opened her mouth, lifted a forehoof, and nonchalantly stroked the air before her muzzle. It was an audacious and shameless display, acting out oral in front of somepony she’d only just met - then again, it wasn’t the worst thing she’d ever done around a stranger. Even if she was mostly teasing the stallion, she couldn’t help herself from having a bit of fun.

Having effectively grown up on the streets, simply drifting wherever the winds took her, she’d learned to take joy from the little things. It wasn’t exactly what she’d call an easy life, but she always managed to find a way to get by. Seeing his cheeks darken, as he fidgeted uncomfortably in place, she shot him a wink.

“I…I don’t…” he stammered, nervously calling on his magic to adjust his glasses, “I don’t think that’s necessary.”

“Oh?” she chirped, ceasing her salacious motions. “Maybe you’re interested in something else then…”

Light’s eyes widened, his jaw nearly hit the floor, and his heart skipped a beat, as she wheeled around and faced away from him. Seeing her spontaneously pantomime a blowjob had been shocking enough, yet that was only the opening act of her shameless display. Flicking her tail to the side, she cocked one hind leg and gave him an unabashed look at the dark, meaty lips of her plump marehood.

“I don’t usually offer something like this right off the bat, but I’ve always had a bit of a soft spot for bigger guys,” she teased, igniting her horn and spreading her sex.

He’d assumed she may have been impoverished, what with her attempt to barter, but he would never have fathomed she’d stoop so low simply for something to eat. Utterly at a loss, he stared in open amazement at her moist, rosy interior - that was until he heard her giggle. Tearing his eyes off her loins and to her face, he said the first and only question that came to his mind.

“You’re a prostitute?” he croaked.

Steadily lowering her leg, maintaining eye contact the whole while, she shrugged. “When I have to be ~ why?”

“It’s just, well,” he murmured, rubbing the back of his neck.

Unsure of what to say, he kept his mouth closed. He’d never met somepony of her persuasion before, and he most certainly hadn’t sought out anypony in her profession, so he didn’t know how best to handle the situation. Unfortunately for him, as he gathered his frazzled thoughts, he failed to notice her prance around the counter.

“Judging from that,” she giggled, looking to his groin, “I’ll take that as a resounding no.”

A cold chill ran up his spine, only then realizing the effects of her exhibitionistic display. He didn’t need to look at himself to know he’d gotten a bit excited by seeing her naughty bits, which left him in a tricky situation. She clearly had no qualms about discussing or, if he had to guess, actually doing lewd things with strangers, so he was immediately on his back hoof. As he struggled to find something - anything to say to excuse himself, she took a step closer.

“Let me guess,” Leech hummed, closing on the slowly retreating stallion, “you’ve been married for a while and your wife isn’t as enthusiastic in the bedroom as she used to be…”

She’d seen it more times than she could count, good-hearted stallions who found themselves mired in a relationship that slowly became increasingly one sided. She’d be the first pony in the room to admit that most mares simply didn’t appreciate what they have, securing a caring and oftentimes attractive stud with their looks or feminine wiles, only to stop giving their lover any attention once the hooks were in. She harbored nothing but contempt for such disgraceful behavior, although it did give her the perfect excuse to enact a bit of retribution.

If his wife was a layabout who didn’t tend to his stallionly needs, and if he was as interested in her as his erection seemed to imply, she may very well be able to scratch any sort of lustful itch he’d been dealing with - nevertheless, she couldn’t be one hundred percent certain about the status of his marriage. There was a slim chance that he was a pervert, even if his reaction to her bit of teasing appeared to dictate the contrary, and she was not about to become some undue homewrecker. Halting her advance, leaving a few feet between them, she smugly waited for him to gather himself.

Light wasn’t sure what was more disconcerting - the fact that she’d brazenly offered to exchange carnal services for baked goods, or that she’d somehow deduced that his relationship was sorely lacking in the romance department. He loved his wife, he really did, but to say she was less than amorous would be an understatement. His quality of life had gradually diminished, as the years with his betrothed went by, but it hadn’t always been that way.

When he’d first met his mate, he’d been as happy as can be. They went out on dates regularly, would sit and talk for hours on end, and the sex - sweet Celestia, they’d end up having sex at the drop of a hat! He would have never thought those good times would come to an end, until they already had.

He couldn’t say exactly when things with his spouse had started to decline, yet his relationship was a shell of its former self. She often slept in or stayed up later than him, leaving him without company in the mornings or evenings, and she acted like working alongside him was a chore. He’d tried everything he could to rekindle the passion between them, from offering to take them on trips to giving her gifts, but it was all for naught. Closing his eyes, feeling more than a little disheartened by the reminder that he may be stuck in a dead-end marriage, he pinched the bridge of his snout.

Leech took a step back, afraid she may have struck a nerve. “Listen, I’m just messing with you. I wouldn’t -”

“No,” he interjected, “you were right, but I don’t think I’d feel comfortable taking advantage of you like that. If you really want to help, there’s something else you can do.”

Taken aback by his chivalry, she piqued a brow. “I’m listening.”

“Here,” he continued, levitating a broom from the corner over to her. “Help me tidy up and I’ll give you as much bread or sweets as you can carry in that bag of yours.”

An impish smile split her muzzle, as she took the broom in her indigo-colored magic. “Would that include a creampie?”

His blush returned with a vengeance, and he cast his eyes to the floor. “How about we just stick with the cleaning ~ alright?”

“I’m just teasing!” she snickered, trotting up to elbow his side. “But really, it’s your fault.”

“How?” he countered, glancing over at her.

Swinging around, with the broom held sorcerously at her side, she sauntered back around the counter. “If you weren’t such a big cutie, I wouldn’t be flirting so hard.”

Relenting her bawdy torment, if only for the time being, she began studiously sweeping the floor. She hadn’t been lying when she said she had a soft spot for bigger stallions, taking solace in the security their large bodies afforded and the fact that most were relatively well hung, and Light was no exception. Though she’d only gotten a glimpse of his semi-erect length, she’d seen enough to know he was packing some serious heat.

Still stunned by the turn of events, Light watched his mysterious visitor for a moment. The morning was already one of the most interesting ones he’d had in years, having gone to work expecting just another ordinary day in the bakery, but he wasn’t about to complain. As much as he’d like to stay and converse with her, he had more pressing matters to attend to.

There were orders to fulfill, including one for a rather sizable birthday cake, and it wasn’t like he had another baker on hoof to actually make any of them. As he trotted back into the kitchen, he stopped and glanced over his shoulder at his guest-made-assistant. Something told him that he didn’t have to keep an eye on her, with the worst possible outcome being the loss of some bread and a broom, so he felt no need to supervise, however a bit of direction couldn’t hurt.

“Once you’re done, or if a customer comes in, just come back to get me,” he instructed, lifting an apron from a coat hanger by the door.

“Got it,” she shot back, waving a hoof over her shoulder.

With little more to be said, he put himself to work. One of the most underappreciated things about his craft was just how relaxing it could be, allowing him to fall into an almost meditative state. The sensation of dough against his hooves and the aroma of baking bread never failed to bring a deep-seated contentment, bringing him back to center in a matter of minutes. Leaving his helper to her own devices, trusting she wasn’t going to rob him blind, he ensconced himself with his work.

As he flitted between the oven, the mixer, and both of the work benches he had, his sense of time slipped, but that wasn’t all that uncommon. More often than not, if he wasn’t tending to customers, he could easily lose himself to juggling different orders. Lifting and emptying a large batch of dough onto the flour dusted table, he was blissfully ignorant to the sound of light hoofsteps sneaking up behind him.

“I bet you can make a ton of batter with these bad boys,” Leech purred, dipping her head and pressing her nose to his fat, ripe nuts.

She hadn’t intended to go into the kitchen to molest him, simply having finished tidying up, but the sight of his backside and package proved too much to bear. Though she didn’t consider herself a bad pony by any means, she constantly struggled to rein in her marish urges, especially around larger studs. Closing her eyes and inhaling through her sinuses, breathing in the ambrosial musk of his loins, a thrilled shiver ran up her spine.

Not only was he tall enough to walk beneath, only having to stoop down slightly to get under him, but he smelled heavenly. Earthy, strong, and yet somehow comforting, his fragrance sent blood rushing to her marehood. She hadn’t been that turned on while flirting with him earlier, simply having fun playing with him, but the scent of his goods, not to mention having his very impressive package atop her snout, caused her to drool from both ends.

Light stifled a startled yelp, unprepared by his guest’s less than modest intrusion. It would have been bad enough to be startled by somepony while he was working, yet he was not expecting the lewd little mare to simply walk in and shove her face against his equipment. While his natural instinct was to whip around and put her harassment to an end, he forced himself to remain motionless - telling himself that it was just to call her possible bluff.

“Yeah,” he stated, attempting to interject a bit of false bravado, “they tend to make things a big messy.”

“Yeah,” she hummed, shuffling forward and resting his sack over her muzzle. “I can’t imagine how many foals you’ve had with these bad boys.”

Taking a small step back, dragging his balls over her face, he lowered his head and peered down his chest at her. “Actually, I don’t have any.”

Leech recoiled in disbelief, backpedaling from underneath the hulking stud. “You have got to be kidding me.”

Remaining in place, suppressing an amused chuckle, he shook his head. “Nnnnnnnnope. I guess you could say I have a dad bod without being a dad.”

“Wanna fix that?” she blurted, her slatternly impulses acting slightly faster than her higher functions.

The spontaneous utterance left the pair motionless, locking eyes and staring at one another, yet each suffered through an unspoken response. Light’s stallionhood crept from its sheath, hanging below him and swell with every beat of his heart, while Leech’s sex angrily winked and drooled at the thought of being claimed. In the blink of an eye, the air grew thick with sexual tension - sexual tension which the mare was all too quick to exploit.

“You know, I’ve always had an interest in baking,” she smoothly began, trotting around to his side and bringing her head beneath him, “because I wouldn’t mind being bred…”

Situated as she was, with her derrière next to his shoulder, Light gazed longingly at her tush. Unlike in the storefront, when she’d been a dozen or so paces away, he was given a very close look at what she had to offer. The dark, twin globes of her rump looked beyond inviting, but not nearly as inviting as the fleeting glimpses of her succulent, pink interior contrasted against her nearly black lower lips. As he imagined how she would feel around him, getting the first taunting whiff of her feminine bouquet, his stallionhood twitched in anticipation.

Though he’d never considered cheating on his wife, he suddenly found himself very, very tempted to be unfaithful. The twin powers of his neglected sex drive and his fidelity to his betrothed warred like titans in his mind, bringing him to an impasse. Grappling with the concept of adultery, his eyes stayed locked to slavering nethers.

Peeking over at his face, seeing that her naughty bits had him hypnotized, Leech turned her attention to the absolutely massive cock mere inches from her muzzle. She would have been even more assertive than she’d been already, had she not known that he was in a relationship, but she could only control herself for so long. The revelation that the kindhearted stud hadn’t sired a foal with anypony tickled some deep, dark part of her id, enticing her to sin and fracturing what little self-restraint she had left.

Given that she’d already indulged herself by burying her face in his junk, and that he was staring at her pussy like a horny teenager, she couldn’t help but give herself a taste of his endowment. As she craned her neck, with her lips parting ever so slightly, she extended her tongue and gently licked the tip of his shaft. The salty flavor of his dick danced over her palate, fanning the flames of her desires, she closed her eyes, twisted her head, and loudly cleared her throat.

“I’m gonna cut to the chase here,” she grumbled, drawing his eye. “You mind if I suck your dick?”

“I…w…what?” he sputtered, swallowing hard.

“Listen, I’ll be blunt, you’re a nice stallion, I think you’re extremely hot, and you’ve got one hell of a bitch-breaker. I can totally respect it if you don’t want to mount me and screw me into a coma, but I really, really want to choke myself on your cock,” she admitted. Opening her maw and preparing to suck him off, she stopped herself and looked back at him. “By the way, if you wanna swab my throat, feel free to fuck my face - trust me, I wouldn’t mind in the slightest.”

Unable to hold herself back, she adjusted her positioning, shot forward, and wrapped her lips around his length. The sensation of soft flesh around the steely core of his stallionhood was every bit amazing as she’d hoped. She’d wholeheartedly meant what she’d said, in spite of how absurd it sounded - she absolutely loved to suck dick, having gotten herself off to the activity on numerous occasions, and she had every intention of fitting every vascular inch of his shaft down her gullet.

The poor guy was either too stunned or enthralled to make a move to stop her, which suited her purposes just fine. Even if he didn’t want to jump in and start rutting her muzzle, she wasn’t going to stop until her nose was grinding against his crotch. Filling her lungs and relaxing her jaw, as she dutifully mopped the sensitive underside of his member with her tongue, she crept forward and brought the head of his cock to the back of her throat.

She had no earthly way of knowing how many mares he’d been with in his life, but she was determined to give him the best blowjob he’d ever had. Continuing onward, feeling her neck bulge outward with the immense intrusion, she winced. Even with her inconceivable oral fixation and considerable skill, her zeal left her in a bit of a tight situation; in one of the rarer moments in her life, she’d underestimated just how enormous a stallion truly was.

Biting his bottom lip, fighting tooth and hoof not to buck his hips, Light’s thoughts raced. The taboo of getting wantonly sucked off by a practical stranger, while in the bakery he’d founded with his wife, was possibly possibly the most arousing moment of his life. He knew it was wrong to enjoy something so hedonistic, to violate the sanctity of his marriage, yet he couldn’t deny the blissful sensations her maw afforded.

Feeling her kiss his medial ring, hearing her daintily gag around his pulsing tool, his willpower crumbled to ash. In that moment, disregarding the vows he’d sworn to his betrothed, he reached his breaking point. Broadening his stance, he steadied himself, snorted, and drove his hips forward. If she’d hoped to rile him up, she’d succeeded; he just hoped she was ready to reap what she had sown.

The force of his thrust sank almost the entirety of his shaft into her face, apparently taking her off guard. Her throat spasmed around him, he felt her fidget beneath him, and her attempt to blow him drew to an immediate halt, but those weren’t nearly as captivating as what his eyes were drawn to. Glistening nectar practically seeped from her sex, dribbling down one of her thighs and down to her hock.

Aside from accommodating most of his length in her gullet, far more than his lover could manage, she was actually turned on by the harsh abuse. Before he even realized what he was doing, he rolled his hips back, withdrew a portion of his length from her snout, and plunged his cock back into her face. His second buck prompted her to crawl fully beneath him, allowing him to sate himself much more comfortably.

While it was a bit disappointing to lose the view of her behind, being with a mare who was actually eager to please him more than made up for it. Giving her one final look, seeing her seated beneath him, he closed his eyes and fell into a steady rhythm. He was lucky if his wife sucked him off once a year, yet the promiscuous little minx had practically begged him to let her blow him! With his reluctance slowly slipping away, he focused on simply enjoying himself.

Leech’s eyes watered, her lips stretched uncomfortably around the girthy root of his length, and she was totally cut off from air, but she couldn’t have been happier. Judging from how quickly he’d gone from borderline unwilling to wantonly to plowing her snout, she had to assume he rarely, if ever got to enjoy the warm, snug throat around his cock. Resting on her haunches, knowing she had a good minute or so until she had to breathe, she reached between her hind legs and stroked her aching snatch.

She knew full well that there weren’t many mare’s who actually liked being used in such a demeaning way, and fewer still who’d trained their gag reflex enough to handle a face-fucking from somepony so well-hung, but she absolutely loved it. Being put in her place and used like a sex-toy was what she lived for - not because she thought little of herself, but because she was simply a slut for big, virile studs. Focusing on her clit, sending sparks of pleasure through her frame, she sent power into her horn and sorcerously choked herself.

The tinge of discomfort from having such a colossal dick down her throat coalesced with the physical and psychological pleasure of worshiping such a magnificent stallion, and she could easily get off to the act, yet it would be tricky to pull off. She was on a timer until she blacked out, already feeling her lungs beginning to burn, yet she wanted to push the envelope. She’d be sure to back away before she lost consciousness, if only to see how far he’d be willing to go with her.

On and on he went, pumping his hips harder and faster with every second, until he was all but hilting her muzzle with each thrust. His huge balls slapped against her chin, her vision was filled by his crotch, and the sound of his heavy breaths filled her ears, pushing her closer and closer to her limit. It wasn’t until his motions lost their tempo, becoming increasingly frantic, that she brought things screeching to a halt.

Somewhat clumsily sidling to one side and getting to her hooves, she backed out from underneath him and began unsheathing herself from his pulsing shaft. Her assumption that he’d been getting close was proven correct, as the partially flared head of his cock Popped out of her mouth and into the cool air. Licking the strands of saliva and pre-cum from her lips, relishing the salty flavors on her tongue, she tore her eyes off his steaming member and looked over at his face.

“Gotta say,” she began, wiping her chin with a foreleg, “you got a really lucky wife.”

“Heh -” Light weakly laughed, feeling his excitement give way to remorse. “I wish she felt the same way as you.”

“Hey, it’s not all bad,” she continued, spinning in place and stepping over to the opposite workbench.

She could already tell that she had him on the ropes, but a final little nudge in the right direction definitely wasn’t going to hurt. Resting her forehooves on the steel surface, she pushed herself up, spread her hind legs, and flung her tail to the side. Presenting herself to him would have probably been enough to get what she wanted, yet she peered back at him and shot him a kiss.

“If you really wanted me to stick around, you wouldn’t have to try too hard -” she cooed, arching her back and pressing her chest against the table, “after all, I’m just a poor, innocent mare that wants a good, hard dicking.”

The joke went in one ear and out the other, as Light stared at her marehood. A part of him screamed at him to stop, warning him that he may throw his marriage out the window, yet another, fundamental part of him demanded he claim her. It had been so long, so very long since he’d gotten any genuine sexual gratification that his id forced him to move, putting one hoof in front of the other until he was standing right behind her.

“The best part about bakers?” she whispered, peeking up and back at him. “They’re the best at putting a bun in the oven…”

The taunt was the straw which broke the camel’s back, fracturing his resolve outright. Rearing to his hind legs, he stepped forward and slammed his forehooves to either side of her head. He couldn’t remember the last time he’d been so excited, and he was not about to lose the opportunity to slake his stallionly urges. Guided by feeling alone, he brought the head of his cock to her backside, nudged her entrance, and ground into her.

Her whorish groan was music to his ears, but the sensation of her depths - stars above, he’d never felt anything as amazing before. The slatternly little unicorn, in spire of her relatively diminutive size, was somehow accommodating him much, much easier than any of his past partners had; even his wife, who he’d bedded more than anypony else, still struggled with the sheer magnitude of his stallionhood, yet his mysterious guest did so with ease. Her depths were like molten silk, lovingly wrapping around him and coaxing him deeper, erasing his hesitation in an instant.

“Fuck you’re big,” she moaned, bringing him back to his senses.

Peeking down at her face, fighting the compulsion to start fucking, he falteringly grinned. “J…just tell me if I’m being too rough.”

“I won’t,” she smoothly responded, clamping her sex around his length, “because I want everything you have to offer…”

The second she finished speaking, he braced his legs and began pounding into her. Incredible couldn’t begin to describe being rutted by the compassionate giant; she’d been bedded by more ponies than she could count, and a good number of other, more exotic creatures as well, yet the unassuming, gargantuan baker tested her limits. Feeling almost virginal compared to his enormity, she rested her head and weakly bucked back to meet his plunges.

Though she couldn’t see it, she felt her entrance being drawn out with each backstroke then stuffed in with every plunge. His scent filled her nostrils, his heat warmed her from the inside out, and the sound of his deep, almost loving grunts were a feast for the senses, making her as giddy as a filly on prom night. Be damned if she would have thought she’d end up meeting and getting railed by such a considerate stud, but she thanked the heavens that she’d walked into his bakery.

Matching his rhythm, she cyclically threw her ass back while he pounded into her. He wasn’t even fully hilted, yet her womb was nearly crushed with each unstoppable plunge. There weren’t many, if any guys she’d been with who were bigger than him, either in stature or the size of their junk, but she wasn’t going to be satisfied until she had every glorious inch of his stallionhood inside her cunt - even if he had to break her to do it.

“H…harder,” she whimpered, feeling his medial ring repeatedly kissing her sex.

Light set his jaw, rutting her slightly harder than he had been. It wasn’t that he didn’t want to go all out, but he didn’t want to hurt her. Lowering his torso and pressing his chest to her back, subconsciously moving harder and faster as the seconds passed, he gradually succumbed to his bestial wants.

The steady Plap Plap Plap of flesh on flesh, the groans of delight, and the sonorous grunts reverberated off the tiled floor and walls, filling the room like a sinful symphony, as the pair lost themselves to the spontaneously amorous moment. Each had something the other wanted, and it was as thought fate had brought them together purely for that purpose. The risk of being happened upon bled away, replaced by the sheer, unadulterated passion.

Bracing herself as well as she could, yet driven forward by the raw power of his thrusts, Leech’s eyes rolled to the back of her head. This was where she belonged, being used by a lovable colossus, and she had no shame in admitting it. Her thighs trembled, the depths of her marehood quaked, and the breath hitched in her throat, as a feeling of warmth blossomed within her abdomen.

“Keep - Oh fuck - keep g…going,” she mewled, realizing she wasn’t going to last for long.

Her plea struck Light like a gong, only then comprehending he was reaching his limit. The protracted dry spell he’d been suffering through, paired by his lack of experience, left his stamina somewhat lacking - nevertheless, he’d somehow managed to push her to the brink. Feeling his length starting to throb, sensing his nuts drawing taught to his groin, his movements wavered.

Instantly sensing his indecision, knowing good and damn well he’d been about to cum, she flew into a frenzy. Energy surged into her horn, driven by the nigh unfathomable depths of her lust, as her eyes went alight. Using every ounce of her arcane might, she surrounded him with her sorcerous aura and wrenched his entire body forward.

The move was downright foolish, borne of desperation, yet it worked to profound effect. Spurred by her carnal appetite, or possibly caving to his own desires, he lent his substantial weight to the endeavor and drove into her with everything he had. Her inner gates yielded in a heartbeat, unable to content with their combined power, as he sheathed the entirety of his stallionhood within her and slammed into her womb.

“Yes,” she wailed, climaxing on the spot, “breed me.”

Her plea didn’t fall on deaf ears, undoing the final shreds of his endurance. With a primal howl, while the tip of his shaft expanded to nearly triple its original size, a torrent of hot, virile seed surged through his pulsing length and into his mate. Beyond cathartic, filling him with an unimaginable euphoria, the release was everything he could have dreamt of, yet the small mare’s shrill, blissful howl reminded him that he was very much awake.

As impossible as it may have seemed, orgasming mere moments before, the influx of his seed evoked a climax like none other. Her vision tunneled, nectar gushed from her convulsing marehood, and her hind legs buckled, but she somehow managed to remain standing. The weight and heat of his jizz, causing her gut to bloat with the volume of his load, was too much for anypony to endure - even for a slut like herself. Able to do little more than heave air into her chest, she did her damnedest to weather the rapturous storm and stay conscious.

His thundering heart slowed, the ecstasy gave way to euphoria, and his thoughts languidly returned, as he pushed himself up and peered down at his mate. He hadn’t meant to go so harshly, but he hadn’t been able to control himself - not after she’d made him fully exert himself. Balancing himself on one foreleg, he gingerly caressed her cheek.

“You - um - ok?” he quietly asked, genuinely concerned by her dazed state.

Shakily peeking up at him, she groggily nodded. “Uh-huh…”

Glancing to the doorway, fully aware that they were very lucky for not being caught, he dipped down and nudged her chin with his snout.

“We should probably - Mmmph?!” his suggestion fell short, as she extended her head and locked lips with him.

The kiss was inspired and the perfect finishing touch for their little tryst. Against all odds, he pushed back against her, plunging his tongue into her mouth to hotly make out with her. The moment seemed to drag on into a small eternity,while they shared each other’s breath, until they each pulled away and stared into one another’s eyes.

“We should probably get cleaned up. I’ve got a half-bath in the back,” he hummed, motioning to a doorway in the back.

She knew she couldn’t stay beneath him forever, constricting around his softening stallionhood, so she sighed in frustration. “I’ll help you get cleaned up once we’re done.”

Light balked, surprised by the implications of what she’d said. “You want to shower with me?”

“Duh,” she wearily chuckled, stroking his leg. “Let’s get going. I’d hate for somepony to walk in on us.”

He could scarcely believe his ears. Having fully expected her to fuck and run, likely taking some of pastries with herself, her offer to shower with him caught him by surprise. Grinning from ear to ear, he lowered his head and pecked the end of her snout.

“Only because you asked…”