“See,” Eris hummed, glancing over at the man beside her, “I can behave.”
Doing his damnedest not to roll his eyes, continuing to talk alongside the Lady of Chaos, Anon uneasily smiled. “Yeah…Yeah, I guess you’re right.”
He looked over to her face, noticed a snaggletoothed grin splitting her muzzle, and smiled. Out of all the strange and wonderful creatures he’d met in Equestria, from magical equines to the illusive kirin, she was unique - literally unique. Apparently she was some species known as a draconequus, a mishmash of parts from all manner of beasts, yet her mismatched limbs and eccentricities only added to her feminine appeal.
While it would have been impossible for him to pick a favorite thing about her, there were several aspects about her odd aesthetic that he found enticing. For starters, she was tall, towering over him by more than a foot if she stood upright- secondly, though her form was a far departure from human, her slender waist, full hips, and ample chest were enough to catch any red-blooded, straight guy’s eye. Her bizarre physique had been what drew him in - that and the sensual way she moved, but her personality was what had sunk the hook.
Simply put, Eris didn’t act like a typical woman. Instead of being demure and stuck up, she tended to kick back, cut jokes, and pal around like a guy. She was the best of both worlds, being simultaneously feminine while not shying away from crass jokes or bouts of roughhousing, and he’d be lying if he said he wasn’t smitten with her - still, there were aspects of her that put his nerves on edge.
Though there were a great many creatures in Equestria that could use magic, Eris’ arcane abilities were in a league all their own. The Lady of Chaos, that’s what everyone called her, and she’d earned that title. Able to wield sorcery that could break reality with but a snap of her fingers, she’d apparently been quite a nuisance for eons - fortunately or unfortunately, depending on one’s perspective, that had changed once he’d started dating her.
Lifting her hands and adjusting her top, a snugly-fitted sports bra that clung to her bosom, she peered down at her cleavage and scrunched her snout. “Must I wear something so constricting?”
“I’d prefer you did,” Anon admitted, well-aware that she was only dressed because she’d been willing to oblige his request.
Swinging her snake-like eyes over to him, she snorted petulantly. “Are all humans as modest as you? Don’t you see that virtually everypony is walking around in the buff?”
He gave a small nod and timidly smiled at a very anxious pony they walked by. “Are all humans as modest as me? No, but most of us wear something to cover our naughty bits when we’re out and about. And I know most ponies don’t wear much -”
“Anything,” she corrected, pointing over at a naked stallion carrying a bouquet of flowers. “Most ponies don’t wear anything on a day-to-day basis.”
Nodding over at a delivery mare adorned in a shirt, ignoring the fact that she didn’t have anything covering her lower-half, he grunted. “Like I was saying - I know most ponies don’t wear much, but that’s socially acceptable for them.”
Eris stopped dead in her tracks and prodded his chest with a finger. “Now I see what you’re getting at…”
“I - uh - what?” he croaked, his anxiety spiking in the blink of an eye.
Her impish grin, the playful look in her eye, and her sultry tone spoke of one thing and one thing only - she’d just had an idea. Had she been anyone else, the moment would have been inconsequential - maybe a conversation at worst, but she wasn’t just some random, talking quadruped. Fighting the growing urge to back away, unwilling to show weakness in the face of a walking, talking demigod, he stood his ground.
Rising to her full, intimidating height, she waved her hands around herself. “Anon - dear, sweet, innocent Anon, it seems to me like you’re the one in the wrong here. Instead of integrating yourself with society, the very same society that took you in after you came from Earth, you’re doggedly and quite obstinately clinging to the purview of your social norms.”
He swallowed hard and stared up at her, his fight or flight instincts kicking into high gear. He’d seen her like this before, and he knew she had something up her nonexistent sleeve. While he took some small solace that she wouldn’t do anything to hurt him, having never harmed a hair on his head, she wasn’t above fucking with him.
As she pressed the index finger and thumb of one hand together, her grin broadening and eyes narrowing, a knot formed in his stomach. The way he saw it, one of two things was about to happen - either she was going to play with him, possibly turning him into a pony, or she was going to alter the world around herself. With her ominous chuckle creeping to his ears, he clamped his eyes shut, tensed every muscle in his body, and waited for the inevitable.
Snap
A tense, silent moment passed, then several seconds more, before he finally found the wherewithal to crack an eye open and peek down at himself. All his parts were intact, as far as he could tell, and he felt fine, though looks could be deceiving. Pulling open the front of his shorts, checking to ensure his little soldier hadn’t been changed in some unfathomable way, he gave a sigh of relief.
“Much better,” she purred, drawing his attention back to her.
His jaw hung open, his heart skipped a beat, and his eyes widened as he gazed upon her. Clasping her hands together, stretching her arms over her head, she swayed her shoulders from side to side. She was no different than she had been seconds prior, just as beautiful as ever, but every article of clothing had disappeared from her svelte, serpentine frame.
“The wind on my fur, the warm rays of sun -” she hummed, closing her eyes and turning her head to the heavens, “honestly, there’s nothing quite as liberating.”
In spite of his best efforts, his eyes wandered down her neck and to her chest. Her bosoms swung freely, the tan-colored coat covering most of her body contrasted by the dark pink of her bare, rock-hard nipples. The sight of her perky breasts, each being large enough to provide a very generous handful, sent blood surging to his loins.
Ignoring his gobsmacked state, she stepped forward and gently, almost lovingly placed her hands on his shoulders. “Is something wrong?” she softly inquired, leaning forward and giving him an even better view of her cleavage. “You look a little tense…”
He didn’t just look tense - he was tense. Going on a stroll and getting some lunch with her was hard enough in and of itself, constantly staving off the temptation to ogle her rack or swaying hips, but this was torment. Glancing down at her groin, seeing a tuft of white hair above her hairless, plump lower lips, he was wrenched from his stupor by the feeling of her fingers massaging his upper back.
“Want some help?” she whispered, bringing her muzzle to his ear.
“H…help?” he parroted.
As her forked tongue tickled his flesh, sending a shiver up his spine, she hummed. “Mmmhmm - help…”
She could do virtually anything, having the power to change the world around her without any effort whatsoever, yet the notion of her helping was alien. More often than not, though she wasn’t overtly malicious, a promise of her aid came with some sort of a twist - typically something jarring for her amusement. He took a large - large step back, held his hands up before himself, and shook his head.
“I’m…I’m good,” he stammered.
Her mischievous expression didn’t waver as she cocked her hips and leveled a finger at him. “I’d hardly say you’re good - good looking, yes, but not good in this context. That shirt, your underwear, the shorts that are getting tighter by the second, and those dreadful things around your feet ~ aren’t they all so stifling?”
It was at that moment that Anon knew he’d fucked up - he’d fucked up badly. As she reared back and drew her tongue over her full, pouting lips, her eyes wandered up and down his frame. Whatever she was scheming wouldn’t be good, he’d bet everything he had on it, so he had to act fast. Shooting forward, grabbing her hand, he nervously smiled up at her.
“So h…how about that smoothie I p…promised you?” he sputtered, desperately trying to distract her.
He’d hoped to take her mind off of whatever infernal machinations were swirling about in her head, but he failed. Bringing her thumb and forefinger together, lifting her free hand to right before his face, she snapped. A flash of light blinded him, causing him to stumble back and blink rapidly to clear his vision. As the world came back into view, the town and ponies around them carrying on and only giving him and his chimeric girlfriend the slightest bit of attention, he thought everything was fine - that was until a cool breeze danced over him.
Glancing down at himself, he went rigid. His clothes were gone, whisked away to god knows where, leaving him buck naked and fully exposed. Simply being naked would have been bad enough, but he wasn’t just naked - he was sporting a full-blown boner. Gripped with panic, attempting to cover his turgid shame with a hand, he felt his cheeks darken.
“Okay,” he bleated, “you can put my clothes back on now!”
“Why would I?” she countered, placing a hand on her hip while coolly looking around. “You’re not on Earth anymore, so you may as well go native - besides, it’s not like anypony cares if you’re in the buff ~ see?”
With the utmost hesitation, he scanned the area. To his utter befuddlement, nobody seemed the slightest bit distressed that there was a nude man standing in their midst. Only a handful of townsponies paid him any mind - even then, the looks he got were quizzical and fleeting. Still shielding his manhood beneath his hands, he started when Eris clapped him on the shoulder.
“Doesn’t this feel nice?” she mused.
“Nice?” he grumbled, grimacing up at her. “Exactly what’s so nice about it?”
Stepping behind him, she rubbed his upper back and pressed herself against him. “Any number of things, really. No need to worry about laundry, the feeling of liberation, and don’t pretend you don’t enjoy being able to window-shop with all the young, nubile mares in town - yeah, I’ve seen you browsing the wares a few times.”
He lifted a finger to protest, on the cusp of telling her she was wrong, but he couldn’t bring himself to lie. One of the nicer things about Equestria was that there seemed to be four mares for each stallion. Though it had taken him a little while to get used to a land of talking, sapient equines, and other creatures for that matter, it helped that the overwhelming majority of them were cute and rather attractive.
“Oh if I could read your thoughts,” she chuckled, twisting her long neck around and bringing her snout to his face. “Here’s my question ~ are you nervous because you’re scared of ponies seeing you in your birthday suit, or are you worried about getting excited by the attention…?”
Taken aback by the question, he pursed his lips and knit his brow. He was many things, a shameless draconequus fucker among them, but he was no exhibitionist - at least he didn’t think he was. While he’d done all sorts of lecherous things in the past, he’d never given much thought to making an indecent spectacle of himself. Lost to his thoughts, attempting to concoct a way to convince Eris to give him his clothes back, he didn’t notice a pair of hands sliding down his arms.
Grabbing his wrists, tittering like a schoolgirl, she slowly and steadily pulled his hands away from his groin. “There we go. It’s high time you let your naughty bits get some fresh air ~ wouldn’t you say?”
Try as he might to free himself, his heart pounding wildly in his bosom, he couldn’t slip from her iron grasp. Even without the use of her unfathomable magic, she was quite the formidable creature. Able to overpower him in nearly every regard, while also being a near-equal in wit and guile, she was a formidable opponent - a comely, infuriatingly arousing opponent, but an opponent nonetheless. Twisting his head to scowl up and back at her, finding her smug face beaming down at him, he threw in the proverbial towel.
“Alright…” he defeatedly relented.
Releasing one of his arms, she lowered her hand, locked fingers with him, and stepped to his side. “That wasn’t that hard ~ was it?”
Though he wanted to say yes, he shook his head. Physically speaking, being nude wasn’t all that awful. The temperature was pleasant, being neither too hot nor too cool, and the warm rays of sun playing over him actually did feel pretty nice, however the psychological aspects of being bare-ass in the middle of town, surrounded by friendly, talking, and occasionally magical, pastel equines was another matter entirely. While ponies may have been used to walking around without wearing a thing, dismissing a lifetime of acceptable conduct was no easy task.
Eris continued onward, gently pulling him along beside and slightly behind herself, as she looked down the road. “Don’t think I’m going to let you get away that easily. Now that we’re done dallying, let’s get those smoothies you promised.”
As he peered over at her backside, keenly watching the sway of her hips, he forced his eyes off her rear and looked ahead. Completely exposed or not, the last thing he needed was for ponies in town to question why he was walking around with a boner. He hastened his pace and moved up right next to her, negating the temptation to appreciate her derriere, although he was quickly met with another problem - two of them, in fact.
Considering her chest was at almost perfect eye level with him, it would have been impossible for him to completely ignore her softly bouncing tits. Like the notion of staring at the sun, he knew giving her breasts too much attention would end in nothing but suffering - that being said, he could give them the occasional glance from time to time.
As they made their way through town, unhurriedly making their way to their destination, something remarkable happened - he actually began to relax. Perhaps it was Eris’ confidence that inspired him, or maybe it was the cheerful greetings and salutations of the ponies they moved past - regardless of the specifics, it wasn’t long until the tension gradually drained from him. With a genuine smile on his lips, taking an odd enjoyment from the feeling of dirt against the soles of his feet, he rounded a corner with his eldritch paramour and spotted their destination.
“Oh I do hope they have spicy mango back in stock,” Eris remarked, drawing her tongue over her lips.
Quirking a brow, he craned his neck up at her. “Even if they don’t, you could always make yourself a spicy mango smoothie.”
Reaching over and bringing an arm over his shoulders, she pulled him against herself. “There are many things in life we could do ourselves, but it’s more enjoyable if somepony else does it for us.”
“Such as?” he inquired, genuinely curious.
She lifted a taloned hand and started counting off her fingers. “Anything culinary comes to mind, especially if the food is made by an expert or a lover,” she giggled, flicking her tail and drawing its furried tip up the back of his legs, “but there’s one very specific thing I’m talking about.”
He thoughtfully rubbed his chin, his brow furrowing. “And that thing is…?”
Slowing to a halt as they reached the queue of the shop, she lowered her head and brought a cuffed hand to his ear. “Getting off…”
The scandalous statement gave him goosebumps. She’d been one of the first creatures he’d met in Equestria, having discovered him and quite quickly found some fascination with him, but they hadn’t started dating until relatively recently - only about two months prior. In that short period of time, she’d done things with him - to him, that no human woman could ever dare dream to counter. While the hot breath on his ear and the sinful admission were arousing, it was what she hadn’t said that really got his fires burning.
As unbelievable as it may have sounded, Eris had confessed that she’d only had an extremely small number of lovers in the past; in and of itself, the claim wouldn’t have meant much, but he’d seen the proof himself. Though she may have been terrifyingly powerful, quite literally ageless, and a walking hodgepodge of different animal parts, he’d actually shown her a thing or two about how to pleasure a woman - er - draconequus.
Teaching her about the joys of sex was insane in every sense of the word - so much so that he’d had to lay down some ground rules for their more intimate moments. He had no intention of having her transform mid-coitus, start detaching various parts of herself, or discovering that she’d teleported them to some chaotic void of madness, and he intended to keep it that way. She’d mercifully agreed to keep things relatively vanilla with passionate affairs, after they’d had a long, somewhat awkward discussion, but that didn’t mean things ever got boring between the sheets.
“Distracted?” she cooed, pulling his arm and drawing him in.
He was given no chance to respond, finding his face entombed between her tits while she lovingly stroked his head. There was a magical spot on her rack, a little tuft of hair that sat just at the top of her cleavage, and his nose was pressed squarely against it. He drew in her scent and shivered, reminded once again of just how amazing her fragrance was, and recoiled. If she thought she was the only one who could flirt, she was dead wrong.
Waving her down, prompting her to dip her head closer to his face, he grabbed her horn, held her steady, and kissed her on the lips - not a long, drawn out kiss, but a tender little peck. Her reaction was everything he could have hoped for, feeling her stiffen and seeing her go flush, but he wasn’t done just yet. His hand slid down her neck, around her arm, and to her tush, giving her meaty flank a fleeting squeeze before he withdrew.
“Spicy mango ~ right?” he hummed, shuffling forward and closer to the ordering window.
Fidgeting slightly, bearing a silly little grin, she nodded. “Y…yeah…”
It wasn’t often that he got to pull a fast one on her, but be damned if it wasn’t gratifying as all hell. Even little acts of affection tended to get her riled up, things like holding her hand or telling her how much she meant to him, and they were some of the only tools he had available to level the playing field. As the customer ahead of him stepped away, allowing him to move up and make his order, he reached for his wallet and froze.
“Shit,” he quietly cursed. Eris hadn’t just stripped him of his clothes, she’d removed everything he’d had in his pockets as well. “Honey, can you -”
“Yeah yeah, I got it,” she groaned, inching up next to him and leaning toward the expectant cashier. “We’d like a spicy mango smoothie and a peach smoothie.”
She didn’t wait for her order to be rung up, snapping her fingers and causing a small heap of bits to appear on the counter. Still holding his hand, she turned and dragged him over to the waiting area. Even though he’d been unable to pay for their drinks, an issue that was completely and totally her fault, he was happy that everything had worked out in the end - unfortunately, he didn’t stay happy for long.
Practically dragging him around the side of the building, away from the other customers, she softly pressed his back to the brick wall and pinned him. “You think you’re so cute, don’t you?”
“I…what?” he squawked, caught completely off guard by the jarring turn.
She freed her hand and drew a claw up his chin, turning his head up to face her. “You heard me. Standing there trying to act all cool, kissing and groping your poor, defenseless marefriend for anypony and everypony to see - you cad.”
Had it not been for her hint of a smirk, he would have been genuinely concerned - well more concerned than he was already. She may have been big and formerly bad, but he liked to think he’d gotten pretty good at reading her. Boldly closing the gap between them, reaching up and taking her face in his hands, he guided her down to himself.
“I’m sorry,” he whispered.
She balked and cocked her head to the side. “Wait - you are?”
Giving her a slow, deliberate nod, he inched nearer. “I’m sorry I didn’t give you a real kiss.”
He struck like a serpent, giving her no time to react. The little peck he’d given her in the front of the shop had been quick, done and over with in a blink, which made the deep, passionate kiss he delivered all the more powerful in contrast. Driving his tongue past her luscious, pouting lips, he hummed as he made out with her.
Her eyelids fluttered, a quake moved into her knees, and she quietly groaned as her hands wound around his back. Public displays of affection weren’t uncommon in Equestria - hell, they’d passed a couple who’d been holding hooves and giggling to themselves on their way to get their smoothies, so he wasn’t frightened to show the world that he and the Lady of Chaos were an item. Only eventually pulling away, feeling her digits grip his rear, he left a glimmering strand of saliva connecting them together.
He gazed into her crimson eyes, watching as slowly opened and focused on his face, and grinned. “Better?”
Flashing her teeth at him, she quietly laughed. “Oh you’re going to pay for -”
“Got a spicy mango smoothie and a peach smoothie for Eris and Anon!” a voice blared, causing the lovers to look away from one another.
Eris stood and strolled back in the direction she’d come from, but not before giving Anon a menacing, sultry look. “Coming?”
Smiling broadly to himself, he gave chase. In a strange sort of way, much of his reluctance to being in the buff had dissipated. Some combination of being out with his then naked girlfriend, the casual nudism all around him, and the thrill of simply having a good time with her felt nice - really nice. He rounded the corner just in time to see her taking their drinks, finding himself more interested in her than the cool, refreshing beverage.
As he strutted up to her, she offered him his smoothie and wrapped her lips around the straw sticking from her cup. Fuck - she was sexier than she had any right to be, even when she wasn’t expressly trying to entice him. In a weird way, her bizarre mix of feminine features, curves, and carmine eyes rarely failed to get him excited. Seeing her hand drift toward her hip, he nearly choked on the first sip of his drink when she subtly bucked her hips forward.
In a relaxed state, her sex wasn’t extraordinary by any means, but that was far from the case at that moment. Rosey, engorged, and glistening in the noonday sunlight, her entrance was a testament that she was just as worked up as he was. Coughing and sputtering, drawing more attention to himself than he would have liked, he doubled over and tried to clear the peach-flavored goodness he’d accidentally aspirated.
“Don’t choke,” she tutted, sauntering by and giving him a cursory pat on the back, “unless you’re trying to find an excuse for me to give you some mouth-to-mouth…”
Straightening up and wiping his face, leering over his shoulder at her, he grimaced. He should have stopped, brought their little excursion to an end right then and there, but he couldn’t - he wouldn’t. To concede would be to admit defeat, something he had no intention of doing, and he wasn’t going to let her lord a victory, regardless of how small, over him.
While they ambled along, sipping their drinks, things took a steady, almost insidious lecherous turn. What began as mere hand-holding shifted to light caressing and groping - nothing overtly provocative, though it was enough to fan the flames of their passion and make Anon forget all about how exposed he was. Eventually finding themselves in a park on the outskirts of town, he nodded to a vacant bench under a shade tree.
“If you want to have a seat, that’s fine with me,” she noted, taking the lead.
Eyeing her backside all the while, he followed along just behind her. He would have suggested they go home, but that would have brought their spontaneous little game to an abrupt end. Without the slightest shred of doubt, he knew that they’d set upon one another like a pair of wild beasts as soon as they had the slightest bit of privacy - bearing that in mind, unwilling to be the one who brought their outing to an end, he pushed the envelope.
Having eased herself down seconds before Anon joined her, Eris slid over and rested her cheek against the top of his head. “Enjoying your smoothie, dear?”
He glanced over as she parted her legs, her nethers practically begging for attention, and nodded. “Yeah, but now I’m feeling a little hungry.”
Finishing the wholly innocuous statement, he affectionately rubbed her hip and caressed the little white bush that rested just above her snatch. Doing anything sexual with her was a delight, but they both enjoyed kicking things off with a bit of oral. He brought his hand lower, feeling the heat and dampness against the tips of his fingers, and massaged her succulent mound.
As they stroked and caressed one another, a tense silence fell over them. Slipping a finger into her, causing her to tremble ever so slightly, he stroked her bulging clit. Her natural temperature was far hotter than a humans, making her velvety depths all the more enticing, which only added to his torment. Adjusting herself and lowering her head, she nibbled his ear.
“Is my little man wanting some dessert before dinner?” she snickered, straightening up and reaching for his crotch.
As she gently grabbed his cock, he bit his lower lip. “I’d say it’s more like an appetizer…”
She shifted and unseated herself, bringing the spontaneous petting session to an end. For a fleeting instant, he thought something had gone wrong, that he’d transgressed in some inexplicable way, yet he couldn’t have been more mistaken. Taking a step and turning to face him, she sank into a deep squat, pressed her mismatched hands to his knees, and forced his legs apart.
“If it’s an appetizer,” she whispered, lazily leaning in while staring dead at his face, “it would be polite if you let me whet my appetite first.”
Unhurriedly opening her fanged maw, she extended her tongue, brought her head forward, and guided her muzzle around his dick. There’d been a time when he’d been scared to get a blowjob from her, frightened by what her teeth could do to him, though that concern had disappeared after the first time she’d pinned him down and sucked him off. He remained where he was and savored the view as she wrapped her lips around the base of his cock.
Her oral skills were unparalleled, easily the best he’d ever had, and he didn’t think he’d ever grow tired of it. Not only could she fit the entirety of his length in her snout, but her tongue was like a gift from the heavens. Unable to control himself, toeing the line of his breaking point, he clutched her horn and bucked his hips.
Peering up at him with heavily-lidded eyes, she hilted his shaft and pressed her nose to his groin. This was how their little competitions typically went, them toying with each other until one made the first decisive move, and they loved it. Watching her lips mop his length, relishing the feeling of her tongue lavishing the sensitive underside of his shaft, he looked up when something moved out of the corner of his eye.
His heart nearly stopped when he lifted his head. Trotting just a few dozen yards away, looking over in his direction, was a small group of ponies. A mix of stallions and mares, all being young adults, looked on in voyeuristic wonder at him and his girlfriend. The sudden realization should have been jarring and brought an end to the tryst, yet a part of him he hadn’t known existed beseech him to keep going.
Eris reared back with a soft pop, clearing her muzzle and twisting her head to see what had his attention. “I see we have an audience,” she breathed. Looking back up at him, remaining right where she was, she looked back at her petrified paramour. “Should we give them a show?”
He should have said no, understanding that to do otherwise would be morally bankrupt and quite possibly illegal, but he couldn’t bring himself to stop her. She wasted no time in picking up where she’d left off, hungrily slurping on his tool, while he reclined and draped his arms over the backrest of the bench. Getting a blowjob in the privacy of their bedroom would have been fantastic in and of itself, yet doing so out in the open where anyone could see them added an exotic thrill to the moment.
Seeing her eyes drift shut, he noticed her lewdly splay her legs and reach for her groin. She’d always been one to get herself off while servicing him, warming herself up before the main event, and this time was no different. Thrusting into her hand, stuffing two digits into herself, she was situated in just the right way so he would watch her finger herself.
Though their pace slowed considerably, the group of ponies continued on their path. He had no doubt that they’d taken some amusement from the shameful display he was a part of, whispering and quietly laughing to themselves as they went, yet he was past the point of caring. There weren’t any foals around, the park was practically vacant, and running across deputies or royal guards was extremely rare - meaning he didn’t have too much to worry about.
As Eris’ movements grew more heated, stretching on for several minutes at the very least, she reared back, left a strand of saliva connecting her lips to the head of his cock, and gazed up at him. With a crazed look in her eye, she told him what she wanted without saying a thing. She was likely just as pent up as he was, more than ready to bring their competition to a climactic end, and he was ready for her.
Allowing her to straddle him with ease, he closed his legs while she lifted and rested a knee on the bench. To hell with it - if they managed to get themselves in trouble, he could deal with it later. He grabbed her waist as she climbed over him and kissed her sopping wet entrance to the tip of his length. Fucking someone in public would be yet another thing to add to his ever-growing list of things he’d tried, and he’d gladly check that item off his bucket list with Eris.
“Mmmmmmmmmn,” she groaned, lowering her hips and impaling herself on him. “It’s so good…”
Though he’d heard the comment before, the flattery compelled him. “Oh?”
Raising and lowering her hips, fucking herself on him without a care in the world, she placed her hands behind her head. “The rounded head, the thick - Mmmmn - shaft, no pesky medial ring - it’s almost like - Nnnnnph - you were made to get me off.”
He leaned in and snaked an arm around her back, pulling her closer. “I could say the same about you.”
Lifting his face to her swaying bosoms, he delicately bit one of her nipples and earned himself a stifled mewl. God - she was too damn hot. Everything about her turned him on, from her lilting voice to how frisky she was, and was genuinely thankful they’d become an item. He braced his feet and tensed his legs, thrusting up to meet her descents, while they lost themselves to the impassioned exchange.
He felt certain that anyone in the area would notice the two of them fucking, drawn by the scandalous activity and the sound of her increasingly loud moans, but that wasn’t going to stop him - if anything, he was warming to the idea of performing for an audience. He’d been with Eris for months, and he had no intention of leaving her, so it was only right that everyone knew they belonged to one another.
What had started as an innocent little date had metamorphosed into something all the more depraved. Instead of sharing drinks and simply enjoying one another’s company, the lovers were blithely screwing in broad daylight. Moving harder and faster with every passing moment, they pulled back and smiled at each other.
“Looks like we’ve got more company,” she remarked, looking to his left.
Following her gaze, spying several stallions keenly observing the licentious spectacle, Anon chuckled. “We could stop if you want.”
She fell for the bluff in an instant, grabbing his face and dipping her head toward him. “For all I care, they can watch.”
Giving her a small spank on the tush, he locked eyes with her. “If you want to give them something to look at, we could always switch to some reverse cowgirl.”
Her cheeks reddened, her motions faltered, and her pupils shrank to razored slits. It wasn’t often that he was able to say or do something that struck a chord with her, but he’d somehow managed to do it in an unexpected way. Giving her no time to form a rebuttal, continuing to pound into her, he shot forward and sank his tongue into her mouth.
For all the frisky stuff they’d done together, sloppily making out was a favorite for the both of them. With one hand on the back of his head, contorted into an s-shape, she furiously pounded her ass on him while her forked tongue went to work. Irrespective of their myriad of differences, they gave one another something special. He broke their kiss as quickly as he’d started it, but wasn’t without reason.
“Lift your tail,” he hissed, biting her lip.
She instantly did as she was told, swinging her tail up and out of the way to let any soul intrepid enough get a direct view of the action. Though neither of them could see it, her vividly pink interior clung to his pistoning manhood, being drawn out with each backstroke before being stuffed back inside her. Their enthusiasm mounted, spurring them to pull out all the stops as they succumbed to their primal yearnings.
They may have been in public, but there was nothing that could stop what they’d started. The meaty smacks of their colliding bodies mingled with their heavy breaths, increasingly loud whimpers, and rhythmic grunts. It would have been outlandish to see two ponies plowing in a park, yet the sight of a draconequus and man becoming amorous bordered on the outright insane.
Fixated on one another and their mounting bliss, heedless of the world around them, they approached their limit. Though she’d never mentioned otherwise, Anon took no small amount of pride that he could conquer her - in fact, the fact that he could make her climax so easily often pushed him over the edge. Hearing her hitched breaths, feeling her thighs trembling uncontrollably, he pounded into her from below and cast her past the brink.
Eris threw her head back and howled, bathing Anon’s waist, upper legs, and the creaking bench beneath them in a deluge of orgasmic nectar. Her spasming depths and cry of ecstasy did her lover in the blink of an eye. His fingers sank into her hips as he hilted her, bathing her interior with his thick, virile seed.
They came to a shuddering halt, heaving air into their chests and slipping into the warm embrace of euphoria. Staring at each other, their bodies streaked in sweat, they drifted closer. Seconds before their lips met, having every intention to cap things off with a final, tender kiss, the sound of a loud, annoyed cough shattered the moment. Looking to the side in tandem, they went rigid when they spotted a police mare standing just next to the bench.
“If you leave those there,” the officer, pointing at two spilled smoothies on the ground, “I’m going to cite you for littering.”
Eris snapped and whisked the cups away to the nearest rubbish bin, coyly smiled, and dipped her head. “Sorry for the inconvenience, Copper, it won’t happen again.”
The mare eyed the two for a moment and walked away, apathetic of the hedonism they’d enacted. Glancing at one another, their smiles growing by the second, Eris and Anon guffawed. What the future held for them would have been anyone’s guess, but they’d both learned something important - two somethings in fact: acts of public indecency apparently wouldn’t be a concern, and that it definitely wouldn’t be the last time they had some fun outdoors…
