So Be Good For Goodness Sake
“I hope somepony - er - somebody is ready for some Hearth’s Warming cookies!” Pinkie Pie bleated.
Seated on the sofa in their living room, Anon glanced over his shoulder and watched her traipse out of the kitchen with a large, silver platter of confections in hand. He would fully understand why anyone would be excited for freshly-baked treats, but it was the sight of her - all eight-feet and quarter-ton of her that brought a smile to his face. She skipped around the sofa and stopped in front of him, her boyshort-clad groin coming to rest squarely at eye-level with him.
“I made chocolate chip, white chocolate chip, macadamia nut, gingerbread, and oatmeal raisin,” she exclaimed, pointing to the stunning variety of cookies.
His eyes never wavered from her crotch, transfixed by the immense swell struggling against the fabric of her shorts. “I know what I - Mmmph!”
Jamming one of the white chocolate chip cookies into his open maw, she silenced him. “We can do that later - for now, I need my favorite cookie-tester to tell me how I did! I want to make sure these are super-duper perfect for Twilight’s Hearth’s Warming Eve party tonight!”
He held up a finger, chewed and swallowed the delectable cookie. “It’s not my fault! I’ve told you a thousand times that we don’t have women like you where I’m from,” he explained, reaching out to gingerly hold her hand. “If someone had told me I’d be lucky enough to meet, let alone date a big, beautiful mare like you a year ago, I would have called them crazy.”
“W…well,” she stammered, looking away as a blush crept into her cheeks, “for what it’s w…worth, I think I’m really lucky to have such a cute, little coltfriend all for myself.”
Grinning from ear to ear, he pushed himself up, closed his eyes, and pursed his lips up at her. It was true, he would have never guessed titanic, exceedingly well-hung, horse girls existed, yet he’d somehow managed to find himself in a world jam-packed with them. Dickmares came in all different shapes and sizes, ranging from the sporty Rainbow Dash to the bombshell Rarity, but there was a particular one - a big, chubby, loveable pony who he placed on a pedestal above the rest.
Pinkie leaned in and kissed him, her lips utterly eclipsing his own, while she wrapped a hand around the back of his head. Her large, muscular tongue forced its way into his mouth, a not-so-subtle reminder of how powerless he was compared to her. Though he was in decent shape for a human, he couldn’t hold a candle to the physical might that was the walking mountain which was his marefriend.
Having tickled his uvula, she withdrew and smiled down at him. In a single word, she was perfect. Standing head and shoulders taller than himself, with thick slabs of muscle covered in soft, doughy flesh, her imposing height was countered by her happy-go-lucky personality. Clad in a pair of shorts and simple t-shirt, both of which being two sizes too small for her, the towering goddess was everything he could have asked for in a lover and more - much, much more.
His eyes wandered from her expansive bust, down her belly, and to the giant bulge at her groin. She put the expression hung like a horse to shame, rocking a cock that was, when fully erect, nearly as big as his arm - add to that just how incredible she smelled, especially after working up a good sweat, and it wasn’t uncommon for him to get aroused just by being near her. Seeing her glistening coat and the damp patches of fabric under her arms, he shivered as he imagined just how musky she must have gotten while toiling in the kitchen all morning.
He shifted to the side and patted the empty cushion beside himself, prompting her to have a seat. “If the other cookies are as good as that first one, I’m sure everyone will love them.”
The couch groaned as she eased herself down next to him. “Thanks! I just hope we don’t have too many left to take home after the get together.”
“And why’s that?” he inquired, sliding over and pressing himself against her.
Swinging one arm over his shoulders, she practically pulled him into her armpit. “Because I got enough cushion as it is,” she giggled.
Breathing in her scent, his face bathed in the hot, humid, intoxicating funk of her sweat-streaked shirt, he suppressed a shudder. Celestia help him - he was hopeless around her. Everything about her was painfully arousing, from just how she was bigger than him in every conceivable way to her loving, almost motherly treatment of him, and he wouldn’t change a thing about her - well he might change one thing about her. His hand glided over her thigh, stopping just short of her crotch.
Leaning to the side, creating a small gap between them, she hooked a finger under his chin and lifted his face. “What do you think you’re doing, Mister?”
“Nothing,” he sheepishly replied, averting his gaze.
“Anon, we can do that later. You wouldn’t want us to be late for the party ~ would you?” she sighed.
Meeting her gaze, he smiled. “I don’t, but I think you forgot to do something before we head to Twilight’s place.”
She balked, her eyes going wide. “I did?”
“Mmmhmm,” he hummed, seizing the initiative and lovingly stroking her package. “You forgot to give your special somepony their Hearth’s Warming cream filling.”
Rolling her eyes, she scrunched her snout. “If you keep that up, I’ll start thinking someone wants to get on the naughty list.”
He brazenly shifted his arm and stuffed his hand into her shorts. “You say that like it’s a bad thing…”
It was funny to think he’d end up as the bottom-bitch for a bedicked horse woman, but he took no shame in being used like a living, breathing fleshlight for his sweetheart - that was when she’d actually used him like a fleshlight. One of the only gripes he had about her was that she was almost too gentle with him. While he could understand some of her reservations, given the sheer magnitude of her stallionhood, there was no need for her to treat him with kid gloves - for fuck’s sake, he’d gotten an enchanted ring that ensured he could accommodate every vascular inch of her endowment.
More often than not, he ended up doing most of the metaphorical heavy lifting - not that he minded too much. Worshiping her equipment or riding her like some cum-drunk whore was his bread and butter, earning her rich, virile seed, but he really did wish she’d be more assertive with carnal affairs. Ironically enough, despite all her incredible strength, being able to toss him around with ease, she refused to tap into her full sexual potential.
The joy fled from her face, her ordinarily afro-like mane fell limp, and her coat shifted to a duller, almost muted shade of pink, as he felt her dick twitch against his palm. Without saying a word, she withdrew her arm and got to her feet. Damned if he knew what was going on, never having seen her in such a state, but the sudden transformation caused a cold pit to form in his stomach.
“Being naughty isn’t a good thing, Anon,” she murmured, peeking over her shoulder at him.
The look in her cold, blue eye, gazing through her cerise mane, left him frozen in place. Something was wrong - something was very wrong. While he’d been dating for nearly eight months, and known her for over a year, it was the first time he’d seen her in such a peculiar state. Turning to face him, she leaned in, placed a hand on his shoulder, and pushed him into the sofa.
“So you really want to be naughty?” she breathed, her voice low and ominous.
He gulped, unsure of what to say yet knowing he had to say something. “M…maybe just a little naughty.”
“Nuh-uh,” she grunted. “You’re either naughty or nice - pick one.”
Noticing her shorts fighting to contain her growing erection, he caved to his lecherous impulses. “Naughty?”
His reply lacked any conviction, driven by curiosity and his desire to see where things were going, but it sealed his fate regardless. Straightening up and looming over him, she hooked her thumbs over her waistband, wiggled her hips, and drew her shorts downward. Inch after impossibly thick inch of her semi-rigid length was revealed, draped over the twin cum-tanks that were her massive balls, until the entirety of her shaft dangled free.
“Naughty it is,” she darkly chuckled, stepping forward and placing a foot on the cushion to his left.
Quite literally steaming in the cool air, her goods sang a siren’s song to him. Though he still couldn’t say exactly what was going on, there was no way in Tartarus he was gonna let an opportunity like this slip through his fingers. He drifted forward, brought his face to within inches of her pendulous nuts and steadily swelling dick, and drew a long breath through his sinuses.
Her natural bouquet was incredible, but the potent funk of her unwashed junk was downright addictive. There were times when he’d wake up and find himself nuzzling her crotch, his head resting against her grapefruit-sized balls, so he had to assume there was some pheromonal component at play - still, he’d be lying if he didn’t consciously lust after her. Taking a moment to appreciate the sight of her, savoring the aroma like one would before biting into a fine meal, he was unprepared when she grabbed the back of his head and drove her hips forward.
“Don’t just sit there and look at it, Slut,” she growled, grinding his nose to the folds of flesh at the root of her tool.
His eyes rolled back, his mouth watered, and his heart skipped a beat. As much as he would have liked to resist, to give himself a moment to figure out what was happening, all he could do was oblige her. He pressed his tongue to her flesh, gracing his taste buds with her salty, almost bitter sweat, while he moaned to himself.
“Yeah,” she muttered, rolling her hips forward and back, “really get in there…”
What in the world was going on? It was like Pinkie had changed into a totally different dickmare! Placing her other foot onto the sofa, just to his right, she stepped up and dragged her nuts over his face. With his head entombed between her thighs, he mindlessly made out with her taint. Paired with the scent of her ass, having a singular fragrance all its own, the olfactory assault made it almost impossible to think.
While she definitely wore the figurative pants in the relationship, he couldn’t recall many, if any instances where she’d taken charge with him. She’d usually ask him what he wanted to do when things got intimate, periodically breaking magical moments by checking to see if she was being too rough, and she always - always held herself back. There’d been times when he’d gotten a taste of her true colors, moments when she’d start to unleash her full amorous potential with him, yet she never let herself go.
The time he spent lavishing the damp, sticky hinterland between her nuts and pronounced pucker felt like a small eternity, yet it couldn’t have been more than a minute or so before things took yet another unexpected turn. As soon as he reached for his waist, hoping to free his manhood so he could jack off, she withdrew. Panting softly, he stared at her stallionhood after she stepped back down to the floor.
She lowered a hand and wrapped her fingers around the base of her length, rhythmically lifting and stroking her immense cock. “Still gonna be naughty?”
He nodded feverishly and licked his lips. “Y…yeah.”
“In that case…” she groaned.
Stepping forward and squatting down, she drove him back and buried his head in the cleft of her ass. The smell would have been all-consuming, but there was a problem - he could barely breathe at all. His irredeemably depraved compulsions took hold, eclipsing his survival instincts and allowing him to feverishly make out with her backside.
Salty, bitter, and the slightest bit sweet - the flavor of her velvety pucker coated his taste buds and drove him into a frenzy. While he’d only ever topped her once, he adored every expansive inch of her mountainous tush. Her backdoor winked against his lips, enticing him to plunge deeper. Pinned underneath her, pawing at her thighs, he did his damnedest to shove his entire face into her rear.
He could have stayed where he was for ages, eating her ass like it was a banquet from the heavens, yet his impromptu appetizer came to an inevitable end. As she stepped back and away, leaving him gasping for breath, she sneered. While he genuinely didn’t know if she was happy or disgusted with him, she clearly wasn’t finished.
A twisted, almost predatory smirk split her muzzle, while she beckoned to him with one finger. “Guess that means we’re not done yet. Get up, Bitch.”
With his pulse racing, he shot to his feet. She squatted down to her haunches, letting her dangling shaft rest against the floor, and locked eyes with him. The entire development was thrilling to a fault - slightly terrifying, yet thrilling all the same. He fidgeted uncomfortably and looked away, unable to hold her gaze - that was until she grabbed his jaw and turned him back to face her.
“Oh no - you don’t get to do that. This is what you wanted ~ wasn’t it?” she pressed, prompting him to nod. “Well good news - you finally managed to get me riled up, but,” she continued, lifting and wagging a finger, “there are a couple of rules. Rule one: you don’t do anything unless I tell you to ~ got it?”
“O…ok,” he stammered.
“That brings me to rule two,” she huffed. “No more of this lovey-dovey stuff; for the rest of the night, you’re going to call me Mistress.”
Swallowing hard, he licked her sweat from his lips. “Yes, M…Mistress.”
Her smile broadened and she leaned back to peer down at his groin. “Last rule, and this is an important one, no touching yourself unless I say so. Since you want me to fuck you like a bitch, the only way you’re going to cum is like a bitch.”
The remark made his already painfully turgid prick throb. He’d only ever gotten off on two occasions without laying a hand on his dick, and both times had been when he’d somehow convinced her to be slightly rougher than usual, so he was absolutely certain she could quite literally fuck the cum out of him. With silence ringing in his ears, seeing her lip curl, he cleared his throat.
“Alright,” he began, only then remembering the first rule, “Mistress. I’ll - Wha?!?”
Before he could finish speaking, she rose to her full, imposing height and slung him over one shoulder. It wasn’t the first time she’d carried him around, nor would it likely be the last, but this time was different. Not only was she treating him like a sack of potatoes, ferrying him through the living room and to what he guessed was the bedroom, but the way she was acting was downright bizarre - like she was someone else entirely.
It only took her a moment to trundle him into their bedroom, flick on the lights, and unceremoniously toss him onto the bed. Landing with a resounding Pomf, he pushed himself up on one arm and shook his head. Whatever had gotten into her, he liked it - he liked it more than he had any reasonable right to. She waved for him to move over and give her some room, as she trotted to the foot of the mattress.
“Here’s what’s going to happen,” she whispered, kicking her shoes off. “You’re going to get up, go into the closet, and get changed. I’m not going to rut the daylights out of you while you’re wearing that.”
He looked down at himself and knit his brow. “What am I supposed to change into?”
“Try that one more time…” she hissed.
“What am I supposed to change into, Mistress?” he hastily corrected himself.
Easing herself down onto the end of the bed, she smirked over at him. “There’s a little bag from Rarity’s shop on the top shelf in the very back of the closet with your name on it. Come back once you’re ready.”
Staying silent, he swung his legs off the side of the bed, got up, and walked to the closet. Her behavior was strange, so strange that he could hardly believe it, but the instruction to get changed was even more perplexing. He’d never had a large selection of clothes, having only a handful of formal garments for special occasions, so finding out she’d bought something especially for him was confusing and heartwarming in equal measure.
He blindly reached to the side as he entered the small, pitch black chamber and flicked the light switch. Pinkie, unlike himself, had a cornucopia of outfits she wore. Dresses, skirts, and even a few novel get-ups lined racks on either side of the wardrobe, while a number of shelves rested at the far end of the room. Walking forward, past her various garments, he extended an arm and moved aside several boxes.
Sure enough, after a moment’s search, he found what he was looking for. The bag from the Carousel Boutique was unmistakable, having accompanied his lover to the shop on several occasions, but that only deepened the mystery. The boutique only sold clothes for mares, so he couldn’t fathom what he was expected to wear.
He lowered the bag, pulled it open, and peered inside. A small sea of neon pink greeted his eyes, giving him a moment for pause. This couldn’t be right - either there’d been a mistake or Pinkie was playing a trick on him. Checking the tag hanging from the handle, his suspicions were surprisingly confirmed; his name and measurements, along with a rather hefty price tag for the order, left no room for doubt.
“Hurry up!” Pinkie shouted, making him flinch.
“Yes, Mistress!” he called back.
Fishing into the bag, he pulled out article after article, each being more unseemly than the last. He quickly laid everything out before himself and gawked at what he’d been given. An open cup bra, panties, leggings, and a garter belt, each of matching pink lace, were apparently what he was supposed to change into - a prospect that evoked some very conflicting feelings. On one hand, he’d freely admit that he loved being on the receiving side of things with his mate - on the other, he’d never considered wearing anything other than his birthday suit for when he and Pinkie got frisky.
It was with a shuddering sigh that he grabbed his shirt and pulled it off. He had no way of knowing what she was going to do or not do to him if he took too long, and he wasn’t about to risk losing his chance to get his brains fucked out, so he hastily stripped down and started slipping into his assigned assigned attire. Shockingly enough, the negligee fit him perfectly and felt good - so good that he was actually stunned with the incredible sensation of the panties afforded his package.
After swiftly adjusting everything, making sure all the pieces were in place, he slowly exhaled and steeled himself. He could have simply walked out to show himself off, but that hardly felt fitting - no, if he was going to traipse about in lingerie, he was going to do his best to play the part. Turning on his heel, he rested a hand on his hip, brushed his hair back, and strutted back into the room.
“Hot damn - now aren’t you a tasty little treat,” she purred.
The compliment would have made him blush, had he not been completely distracted by the sight which awaited him. In the brief time it had taken him to change, she’d undressed and made herself comfortable on the bed. Larger than life and hotter than the bowels of hell, in all her rubenesque glory, she lay with her head propped on the pillows while languidly masturbating.
Wringing a bead of pre-cum out of her stallionhood, letting the droplet dangle from the tip of her shaft, she snickered. “Looks like my little whore is all ready for her big debut. If you want it,” she cooed, waggling her cock at him, “how about you come over and warm me up...”
It took everything he had not to fling himself onto the bed and dive face-first between her splaying legs. Slowly, with as much casual grace as he could muster, he sauntered over and crawled onto the end of the mattress. Though he still couldn’t believe everything that was going on, including the fact that he was wearing frilly undergarments and nothing else, he couldn’t have been happier with the turn of events. Out of pure, dumb luck, he’d somehow managed to kindle a domineering in his plus-sized paramour.
Up the bed and past her knees he crawled, eyeing her weighty balls and monolithic marecock. His backdoor hungrily clenched upon itself, he was so hard that it hurt, and his heart felt like it may burst from his chest, spurring him on like nothing ever had before. His mouth was open before he reached her crotch, pushing himself up on one arm to bring his face to the drooling head of her length.
“Hope you’re ready for this, because we’re not stopping until I’ve pumped every drop of my foal-batter down your throat or up your ass,” she giggled.
Hot damn - he’d struck pay dirt. While he couldn’t wrap his head around how she’d so jarringly slipped into an imperious role, ordering him around like he was her plaything, he thanked his lucky stars she’d decided to take charge. Having given her cock-head an introductory kiss, he slipped her past his lips and into his maw.
The flavor of her pre-cum was as exquisite as ever, savory and strangely sweet. Putting his tongue to work, he lavished the sensitive underside of her tool as he plunged deeper. It had taken a substantial amount of practice to fully fellate her, even with his magical ring’s help, but the payoff was more than worth the investment of time. He filled his lungs, reading himself for what was next, when the tip of her length bumped against the back of his throat.
She shifted in place, ponderously sitting up and running her fingers through his hair. Her wolfish smirk was all the warning he had before she gripped the back of his skull, braced her legs, and pulled him downward while bucking her hips. In the blink of an eye, faster than he could form a thought, he found his nose driven into her pink bush.
Even if he wanted to get away, there was no escaping her. She was an earth pony, the most physically powerful of all equine races, and she was a damn big one to boot - to make matters worse or better, depending on one’s perspective, she was not holding back. Only after his shock subsided, his throat spasming around her shaft, did she roll her hips back, but she wasn’t finished with him yet - not by a long shot.
“You were - Mmmph - taking too long,” she snarled as she started thrusting.
Barely able to keep himself from collapsing atop her, he braced himself for the unstoppable assault. He couldn’t see it, but he could feel his throat bulging from the gargantuan intrusion. Saliva crept down to his chin, and his eyelids fluttered, while her medial ring popped in and out of his stretched lips.
She leered at him, her motions unwavering, as she hammered into his face. “Don’t just sit there - put your hands to work!”
The demand, though thrilling, left him at an impasse. Balancing himself on one arm, he put himself in the precarious situation of fondling and kneading her warm, heavy nuts. It was anyone’s guess as to if she’d end up cumming in his mouth or in his rear, but that wasn’t important - what was important was that he earned her spunk.
“There you go,” she groaned, her expression softening ever so slightly. “You’re gonna have to work for it if you want me to breed you like the little sow you wish you were…”
If he’d been able to speak, he would have pleaded for her to bend him over and claim him - unfortunately for him, the most he could muster was a series of muted gags. She showed no remorse nor the slightest bit of restraint, as she fucked his face with reckless abandon. With his vision beginning to tunnel, and his lungs starting to burn, his masochistic tendencies mingled with his love for her.
On and on she went, her legs flexing and balls slapping against his chin, while she swabbed his throat. He couldn’t say how long the experience lasted, but she slowed just as his consciousness started to face. With his legs and arms trembling, threatening to give out, she pulled her hips back and released his head. He reared back out of instinct, gasping for air.
“Now that we’re done with the warmup, let’s get down to the real work,” she hummed, fully extending her legs to either side of him. “Hop on and fuck yourself on me; if you do a good enough job, I might just pin you down and plow you into a coma.”
With strings of saliva and pre-cum dangling from his chin, he weakly nodded and held up a finger. As crazy as it may have sounded, having nearly passed out from a lack of oxygen, he’d be more than happy to do as she asked. He stayed on all fours as he crawled up her rotund frame, dragging his chest and abdomen over her hot, slick tool, until her shaft sprang between his legs.
Placing her hands behind her head, she watched him rise onto his knees and get into position. “I would ask you if you needed any lube, but I know you were screwing yourself this morning on that dildo you keep hidden in your underwear drawer.”
Taken aback by her observation, he paused. He’d thought he’d done a good job hiding the sizeable sex-toy, having gone to great lengths to only use it when she was either at work or out with her friends, but it seemed his efforts had been in vain. Tamping down his concern, not wanting to detract from the moment, he reached behind himself, gingerly grabbed her stallionhood, and guided its tip to his pucker.
As he slowly exhaled, doing everything he could to stay relaxed, he gradually lowered himself. Though they’d had sex more times than he could count, the initial intrusion of something so huge was always a trial - a pleasant, incredibly intense trial, but a trial nonetheless. He whimpered as the bloated cock-head sank into him, feeling his dick oozing pre-cum in his panties, but he had a long, long way to go.
Sucking her off was an amazing experience, easily enough for him to get off to, but having her filling his ass bordered on the divine. He could feel every vein and contour along her shaft, its head radiating through his core, while he descended. By the time her medial ring kissed his entrance, marking the final hurdle and the thickest part of her length, he was already reaching his limit.
“Someone getting close?” she mused.
Peeking out at her, seeing she was looking at his abdomen, he lowered his gaze. Sure enough, the imprint of her stallionhood stood prominently within his belly. Nearly reaching his sternum, her endowment was clearly visible within his comparatively small body. It was a wonder to think that magic could allow such a feat, somehow keeping him from being harmed by being so insanely gargantuan, but he was immeasurably thankful that he was able to accommodate all of her.
Clamping his eyes shut, he threw his weight down, fully hilted himself on her, and started to ride her like a lucky filly on prom night. The swell in his stomach rhythmically retreated and reappeared, coming up to and disappearing beneath his rib cage, while he panted and bounced in place. If she wanted him to fuck himself on her, promising to give him a proper plowing as a reward - by Celestia, that’s exactly what he was going to do.
Clench on the upstrokes, relax on his plunges - it was a dance he’d done many times before. With his legs doing all of the hard work, he placed his hands behind his head and loudly moaned. Sex was an art that involved all the senses, so putting on a decent show was par for the course. She growled beneath him, her hands gliding over his waist, prompting him to crack an eye and peek down at her.
Lifting her legs, she allowed him to lean back against her thighs. “You’re a good little cock-warmer ~ did you know that?”
“T…thank - Nnnnf - you, Mistress,” he sputtered.
“You don’t have to be so shy -” she grumbled, “in fact, since you’ve been wanting this so badly, how about you let the neighbors know.”
“I don’t - Aaaaghn,” he wailed, his entire body driven upward when she bucked her hips.
His shrill, effeminate wail resonated through the room and echoed in his ears, as he instantaneously climaxed. Maybe it was his imagination, but he could swear she’d never thrust into him that hard before. He nearly went limp, the strength fleeing from his limbs, while she started jackhammering into him from below.
He’d always yearned to experience her true potential, so see what it was like to be on the receiving end of everything she had to offer, and she did not disappoint. Her hands held him firm, lifting him up before slamming him down onto herself - all while she relentlessly pounded into him from below. The blinding ecstasy of his release was unimaginable, easily the most pleasure he’d ever felt, yet he’d only scratched the surface.
Without breaking pace, she reached around and slapped his ass with one hand. “Having fun, Slut?”
“Y…yesh,” he slurred, drooling over himself.
“Good, because we’re not gonna stop until I’ve beaten that little bitch-button of yours into a pulp,” she noted, altering the angle of her thrusts just enough to pound against his p-spot.
Braying to the heavens, arching his back, he was forced to orgasm a second time. Brilliant flashes of light filled his vision, his arms went slack, and his mouth hung open, as he was wracked with overwhelming bliss. It was no mystery that mares could climax multiple times in quick succession, but he never would have guessed he could accomplish something so phenomenal.
As she continued using him, effortlessly moving his body to get herself off, his mind went blank. This - this is what she was made for. She was a primal goddess of virility, the embodiment of everything he’d ever dreamed to have in a woman, and yet it was only now, all but literally having his brains fucked out, that he understood just how superior she was to him. He may have been a guy, and a decently built one at that, but he was little more than a toy to her.
“Harder!” he howled, his sanity beginning to fray.
In spite of his ravenous hunger for more, or perhaps because of it, he flew into a frenzy. Filled with a preternatural strength, his body moved with renewed vigor. Swinging his hips forward and back, he milked her cock with every ounce of skill he had. He had no doubt that he’d eventually succumb to exhaustion, his muscles giving out at some point or another, but the only way he was going to stop was when he’d be physically unable to continue.
“You - Nnngh - want it harder?” she barked, her fingers sinking into his yielding flesh.
Lurching forward, grabbing one of her tits in each hand, he stared down at her with a crazed look in his eyes. “Make me yours!”
As quickly as she’d begun, she ground to a halt. The color returned to her coat, her mane regained its normally fluffy size, and she quirked a brow up at him. “I hope I’m not being too mea - Hmmph?!”
Silencing her with a deep, sloppy kiss, he passionately made out with her. He couldn’t control himself. If she was going to punish him for the transgression, that was a price he was willing to pay. Her surprise lasted only a fleeting moment, the color draining from her and her hair going limp once again, as she kicked off with one leg and rolled over atop him.
“You want it rough?” she breathed, seizing his ankles. “I’ll show you rough.”
His legs were torqued upward and slammed to either side of his head, as she started plowing him like a field in spring. He would have screamed her name at the top of his lungs, but he quickly gagged by her tongue. Locked in a mating press, robbed of the ability to move in the slightest, he was reduced to little more than a warm, wet, welcoming hole for her to use.
Words couldn’t begin to describe the experience of being dominated in such a way. He could practically envision his insides being rearranged by the behemoth pistoning into him - still, he did what he could to please her. Constricting around her, his battered pucker was drawn out and stuffed in by her stallionhood. It was like a dream come true, the sort of thing he’d longed for since he’d first started dating her, and he was certain he’d never forget the moment for as long as he lived.
He spasmed with every climax he endured, his panties growing positively drenched with his spunk. Similarly to when she’d been rutting his face, heedless or uncaring of his well-being, she used him as an outlet for her bestial urges. She was absolutely merciless, fucking him until he was leaking pre-cum like a busted faucet, and she showed no signs of stopping.
As he weaved in and out of consciousness, time lost all meaning. From the lingering taste of her sweat on his tongue, her scent flooding his nostrils, the sound of her grunting, and the sensation of being utterly destroyed by her cock, his every sense was devoted to her. She was his world, eclipsing the entirety of his existence while she claimed his body, mind, and his very soul.
The drumbeat of her hips beating against him paired with the creaking bed, their heavy breaths, and the occasional muted sounds of joy, filling the room with a sinful, hedonistic symphony. Their bodies steamed and grew slick with sweat, fogging the air around them, while the headboard beat against the wall. It was debauchery incarnate, a culmination of their desires, and their unchecked desires ultimately came to a head.
Pushing herself up, taking care to keep hold of his legs, Pinkie broke their kiss. The look of concentration on her face, her eyes clamped shut and jaw set, paired with the sensation of her wildly throbbing, flaring stallionhood, telling him everything he needed to know. Though he’d been on the brink of passing out, the realization that she was about to cum gave him a moment of clarity.
“Inside!” he bleated. “Breed me!”
No sooner did he finish speaking than the dam burst. With a primordial roar, fully hilting herself in him, she crossed the threshold. A tsunami of her essence flooded into him, causing his belly to gurgle and steadily round, while she fitfully kept humping. Though he’d long since expended the cum he had, with his last few climaxes having been dry, he was rocked by the most profound orgasm of his entire life.
He could have sworn he’d died and been ushered off to nirvana, so great was the rapture which greeted him. His consciousness was gone - simply fucked out of existence by the inconceivable pleasure she granted him. With his mouth hanging open in a silent scream, tears of bliss streaming down his face, he toed the line of passing into the afterlife and embraced oblivion.
“Anon…”
The white light faded, the black tunnel around him stretching out into eternity.
“Anon, wake up…”
His eyes flitted open and peered up at his lover’s face. “P…Pin - Cough - Pinkie?”
Giving him no time to recover, she scooped him into a hug. “Oh my gosh - don’t scare me like that!”
He weakly patted her back, barely able to lift his arms, and wearily smiled. “It’s…it’s fine.”
She pulled him away and held him aloft before herself. “It’s not fine! I went way, way too far! What if you’d gotten hurt or -”
Pressing a finger to her full, pouting lips, seeing she’d returned to her normal, carefree, colorful self, he peered into her eyes. “You gave me everything I wanted and then some, please don’t apologize.”
“But I was super mean and I think I broke the bed!” she chirped, looking over at the splintered wood and blown-out mattress that had been their bed.
“I’ll get us another one,” he rasped, his smile never wavering. “Anyways - I had an important question.” Seeing her cock her head, he continued. “Did you have fun?”
“I mean - yeah, of course I had fun!” she tittered, pulling him in and sandwiching him between her bosoms.
As he struggled to push himself away, he craned his head to peer up at her. “Then maybe we could do that again sometime?”
She stepped back and lowered him to the floor, keeping her hands on his shoulders for support. “Even if you end up looking like this?”
Following her gaze, he glanced down at himself and swiftly discovered what she’d meant. He looped absolutely gravid, like a woman nine months pregnant carrying triplets. Wondering how in the hell he hadn’t leaked so much cum, he reached back and felt the thick, firm base of something lodged in his backdoor.
“I - heh,” she anxiously giggled, rubbing the back of her neck as she looked away. “I might think you’re kinda hot like that.”
She must have bought and stashed the plug for such an occasion, having known she’d eventually fill him to the brim, but he wasn’t bothered in the slightest - if anything, he was happy she’d thought ahead. Extending his arms and taking her hands, he beamed up at her. He had no idea what he’d done to deserve such a wonderful, loving marefriend.
“Just do me one favor,” he sighed, prompting her to smirk down at him. “Next time, because there will be a next time, I want you to do me doggy…”
Pulling him in, she wrapped him in a bear hug. He’d probably be walking funny for the better part of a week, he wasn’t sure when his ass would stop being numb, and he could swear he tasted her cum, but it was worth it - hell, if he played his cards right, he might be able to goad her into a second round later that night, but that could wait. For the time being, he was overjoyed to have finally come to a new understanding with the mare who’d won his heart…
