Author's Note

Surpriiiiiiise! And no, I don't mean that Surprise. Not untill the obligatory Wonderbolts orgy chapter, that is.

But, enough with that sidetrack. Have some smut! This has been nagging at the back of my mind for a while now, and it was starting to affect my regular writing. So the main story was put on hold for a week-ish, while I worked on this scene.

So, to all of you that prefer Eris' smutty universe, enjoy!

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3. Minty Fresh Relief

Warmth.

Such a simple, all-encompassing feeling that Neil relished in his half-awake state. Not to say he woke up shivering in his crate every morning. His fur was more than enough to insulate him despite its unclean state, even when dew sometimes coalesced on his fur due to Canterlot's mountain elevation. Not once did he find himself feeling cold. But after sleeping for weeks without any creature comforts, nothing could compare to the bubble of warmth created by a simple blanket.

His body shifted, and instead of feeling his spine and muscles digging into a solid, unyielding plank of wood, he felt something plush, yet firm, pressing against his sides and back. Instinctively wanting more, his body shimmied back even more into the softness, only to feel it tighten and embrace more of his body. A small, gluttonous part of his subconscious reached out a hand. As if to grab as much comfort as possible, just to pull it back and horde it next to his chest. But for some reason, he couldn't. All he felt was soft cloth brush against him, not fingers, but...

Neil scrunched his entire face, forcing his eyes closed tightly as his nose pressed in on itself. His mind did its damnedest not to think and go back to sleep. He was warm and comfortable, willing to drift away and shift back into his heady, alluring dreams of... His neck curled in on itself, seeking even more warmth as it inadvertently dragged his head along for the ride. Only for his nose to press against something soft and warm, with a little bit of spongy give to it before it firmed up.

Strangely, at the same time his muzzle pressed into the unknown object, it twitched, dampening his nose as he felt a slight but rousing tingle transmit along his spine. More than anything else, that drew him further away from the dark caress of sleep and into the realm of wakefulness.

Slowly, he opened one of the two of his blurry eyes. He took in the dim light filtering through the soft, thin white sheet covering his entire body. He had a big, fluffy, silky white pillow half clutched against his chest. But, it was his large, horse-like erection resting on top of the pillow that his eye focused on.

Now, that he was awake, he recognized the salty smell of sexual fluids with every breath he took. How could he not, with his nose nestled against the not-so-tiny hole, where pre-cum must have recently flowed from... Or it was fresh, as his cock gave an involuntary twitch, splattering his nose with even more fluid.

He pulled away, exhaling from his nose to attempt, but not quite succeed in blowing the slime off it. But even then, it did little to reduce his mild disgust. The distinct aftertaste of salt with every breath already permeated his nose and the back of his throat. The best he could do was angle his nose upwards and rub it against the sheet until most of the fluid was gone.

He felt some of it still sticking to his fur, which could be dealt with later. For now, he had to... get out of bed. That simple, stand-alone thought whirled around his head like a red flag for just a moment. Why, though, evaded him until he remembered that he never had the opportunity to sleep in a bed as a horse before. The last time he had the chance to enjoy such luxury had been in his bed when he was a human, which felt so long ago...

As he thought more about the white sheets surrounding him, it was obvious this wasn't his bed. But, they did stir up a vague, clinical idea about where he might have found himself. Still, how he might have ended up in such a place eluded him as he tried to focus on that and not the flared tip of his cock throbbing and begging for any kind of attention.

Regrettably, all that came to mind was the feeling of release and the rush of multiple back-to-back orgasms. Triggering what felt like a memory, though he couldn't deny it might have been a wild and very erotic dream. Still, his focus was rewarded when the faint sound of rain came next, splashing against his crate and the cobblestone alleyway in the middle of the night.

From there, like multiple lightning strikes, one memory after another flashed to the forefront of his mind. Slipping and falling into the dumpster. Being discovered by a pair of guardsmares. His stupid but pleasurable plan is to tire them both out with sex. The sheer stupidity that by the end of their amorous session, it somehow worked. And, finally, the third, angry guard that chased him into...

He winced as his mind ended on the memory of pain and a migraine to end all migraines. But now? He didn't feel a thing. Now that he thought about it, he couldn't even feel the sheet covering him as it rubbed against his horn. He knew that his horn wasn't supposed to feel numb, no matter how useless it was. But that was a problem for another day.

Right now, he had to determine if he was captured or not. The simple fact that he was lying comfortably in a bed and couldn't remember falling asleep there pointed to the obvious answer. But he also couldn't deny the fact that he wasn't chained to the bed or restrained in any way.

Regardless, an additional worry quickly came to the forefront of his mind. Someone had to place him in the bed he was now lying in, and whoever that may have been, they knew exactly what he was.

After a few experimental pokes and prods directed at the sheet above him, Neil soon found the untucked edge. Instead of immediately poking his head out, he took a few deep, calming breaths. During this, he also rubbed his eyes, removing any remaining blurriness from them before finally poking his head out.

The room he found himself in was similar to what he was expecting but far friendlier in its implementation. He had imagined a solid, sterile, white observation room with a large one-way mirror and a locked door. Instead, the room he found himself in was, indeed, white, and the faint lemon scent of disinfectant hinted at its sterility. But those were the only aspects he guessed correctly at first glance.

From the half of the room, he could see while lying on his side, light was streaming through two large windows. One was near his bed, set into the wall beside his nightstand. Unfortunately, he didn't have the proper angle to look through that one. The second was on the far wall, revealing clear blue skies and a single, extravagantly decorated white tower with gold trim that glinted magnificently in the sunlight.

The ceiling was carved from solid white marble; whether as blocks that fit together seamlessly or a single, giant slab, he couldn't tell at all. The walls had the same treatment, but were polished, at least on the upper half. The lower half of the walls, from the base of the windows to the floor, were covered in carved wooden paneling that was painted a cheerful-looking yellow. The floor was, also, polished marble but made with large, impervious-looking tiles with light purple swirls running throughout the entirety of the stone.

As Neil rolled over to look at the other side of the room, he spotted a plain-looking, light brown wooden door set into the opposite wall from his bed. It was a simple swing door by design, with no decorations or discernible locks set into it or the frame. The lack of visible locks eased his mind at his idea of being a prisoner. On the other hand, as he finished rolling onto his right side, he froze.

There was another pony in the room with him. Even worse, judging by her smaller size and rounded muzzle, the pony now watching him intently with curious pink eyes was a mare. She has a pale green-white coat with matching wings, confirming her status as a Pegasus. And, perched in her light purple hair was a simple white nursing cap with a red cross, proclaiming her nursing profession.

She was sitting in the corner of the room on a cheap, uncomfortable-looking black foldable chair. In front of her was an adjustable hospital table, half of which was taken up by a messy pile of paperwork and a pot of ink with a pale green feather sticking out of it. A single pitcher of water and two empty glasses took up the rest of the table. However, he ignored all that as she watched him with a bright smile.

"Good afternoon," She greeted with a calming, whispery voice. "My name is Fresh Mint, and I'm the on-duty nurse assigned to care for you. How are you feeling today?"

'Confused, worried, and mildly embarrassed?' Those were Neil's current feelings, given that he was in an unknown place and his muzzle still felt matted with bodily fluids. When he attempted to voice his thoughts, he found out that his throat was far too dry to speak as he garbled, then coughed up his words instead.

He was ready to add a dry, sore throat to the list when he finally gained control over his coughing fit. However, Fresh Mint was already holding a glass of water with one wing, while the other gently placed the water pitcher back on the table. After that, she trotted up to the edge of his bed and offered the glass to him, mere inches from his parched lips.

He gladly took her offer as his neck stretched forward, allowing him to latch onto and gulp down the entire glass. Carefully, of course, as she moderated how fast he could drink by angling the glass with her wing. The water was cold, crisp, and clean, making it the perfect cure for his sore throat. He couldn't deny that it also tasted better than the chlorinated park fountain he had been drinking out of.

Once he had downed the entire glass, she withdrew it along with her wing and asked, "Would you like another glass of water?"

Neil shook his head in the negative. "I'm fine," He rasped out. After taking a second to clear his throat out properly, he continued, "Thank you, though," He offered, noting his normally mellow voice still sounded a little rough.

"You're welcome," She acknowledged politely as she turned around, and slowly walked back to the table, revealing her well-maintained tail to him. The first thing to catch his eye was the fact that it was held off-center. She was covering more of her left cheek, while outright exposing the right to his gaze. The second was the minute jiggle of her rump whenever her back hooves made contact with the stone tiles, allowing him a momentary peek at the inner crevice between her cheeks.

If Neil was reading the room correctly, she was flaunting her rump on purpose for him. Something his erection very much appreciated, as it gave a firm throb against the sheet it was pressed against, reminding him of its existence. On the other hand, she was a nurse. Would a professional want anything to do with him?

As quickly as he thought that, he pictured Private Echo firmly grasping his cock with her wing and all but coaxing her higher-ranked partner into having sex with him. Which was not helping his erection situation at all. Thankfully, Fresh Mint had reached the table by then. Instead of placing the glass down, she picked up the pitcher and brought them with her as she returned to his bed.

Once she reclaimed her spot next to him, she placed both on the nightstand and asked, "Would you like anything else? Perhaps something to eat?"

The thought of food wasn't repulsive, but it brought a sudden feeling of queasiness in his stomach. It vaguely reminded him of the after-effects of a hangover, once the headache and worst parts of it passed at least. Either way, he wasn't feeling the slightest bit hungry. "No thanks. Maybe in an hour or two when I'm feeling better?"

"That sounds about right, after injuring your horn, cottonmouth and mild nausea are common side effects of the painkiller that was administered. In that case, is there anything else I can help you with?" She asked, still professional but with a hint of thirst to her words as her eyes glanced to her right.

“Anything at all?" She insisted.

Following her gaze, Neil quickly spotted what exactly had caught her attention. There was a noticeable bump where his stiff cock strained against the taut white sheet of his bed. It was at least six inches long, with an apparent damp spot where the tip rested. Knowing he was caught with his morning wood, the bump momentarily grew as his cock gave another strained throb. "Nothing, uh, critical that I can think of?" He told her as the warmth in his cheeks increased.

She must have spotted his blush since she gave him a reassuring smile. "There's no need to be shy about natural reactions. I only ask because it wouldn't be right if I left you with any needs that remained unfulfilled, including this one," She informed him, only for her wing to slowly unfold to its full length and curve around until the longest feather made contact with the base end of his visible erection. After which, she lightly dragged the tip of her feather across the entire bump, only to stop short at the edge of the damp spot.

Neil couldn't deny that the contact felt nice, even with the sheet acting as a barrier. However, he also couldn't deny the questions brought about by such a brazen act. Were all mares this sexually open? So far, every single pony he'd spoken with wanted to fuck him. Except for the angry Pegasus that chased him. But even that came with a caveat.

Whenever he looked back to see if he had lost her, there she was, keeping her eyes firmly locked onto his ass as she ran. Was it an aspect of being a mutant male horse? Or, given how... magical, this world seemed to be, a curse?

As he thought deeply on the topic, she must have taken his silence as not a no, but not a yes, as her wing moved to the edge of the sheet near his shoulder and curled around it. At the same time, she asked, "Do you mind if I pull back the sheet, Mr. Stud?"

Between her actions and hearing that name, the name snapped him out of his thoughts as he reflexively asked, "Mr. Stud?"

"None of the guards knew your name," She informed him, with her wing still in place. "So Private Echo put down 'Hot Alicorn Stud' as a temporary name for our paperwork. I can't say I disagree with her choice."

"That isn't even close to my name," He admitted as he thought over her words. So, he was hot by pony standards? That was the only reason? "Before you pull back the sheet, is that the only reason why? Because I'm apparently good-looking?"

"No, though, that is one of the perks. I'm supposed to help my patients, no matter what ails them," She told him with a smile as her wing ever so slowly pulled back the barrier between her and his throbbing shaft until the partially slick tip and a good three inches were revealed.

"And leaving an erection such as this on its own?" She asked rhetorically, as her muzzle zeroed in on the tip as if it was magnetically attracted, "That would leave you feeling uncomfortable at the very least."

Her lips were the first to make contact, giving his tip a chaste but encouraging kiss. Triggering a small shock of pleasure, his cock partially jerked against the sheets still restraining him. After that, she pulled a hair's breadth away, just enough to continue, "I can't deny the thrill of being the first medical professional to test an Alicorn's endurance, either. But, most of all, I want to help you feel better."

At the very least, Neil felt she sounded honest about her desires and her need to take care of his throbbing horse cock. And, between the foggy dream he had that initially forged his morning wood, accidentally rubbing his flesh repeatedly, and last but not least, her encouraging kiss, he couldn't deny how sexually dissatisfied he felt, or the desire to release building up inside of him.

With his mind made up, he shimmied backwards, exposing more of his body to her. At the same time, Mint took advantage of his movement as the tip of her tongue made contact with the sensitive flesh just short of his crest. First, with a few teasing flicks to rile him up before making firm contact and swerving along the underside of his shaft as he moved. Whether she did it to taste or to tease, he didn't know. Still, it was unfortunately short-lived before the back of his neck pressed against the headboard, halting his movement.

"How do you want to do this?" He asked, noting that he was just shy of exposing both his sheath and balls for her as she pulled away from his cock.

"Just lay back," She told him as she took a half step back and slowly unfurled her wings in a way that reminded him of a sweet, sensual, burlesque dancer. "Relax," Despite her professional tone, he could tell something was happening. Her tail was agitated, twitching back and forth in an attempt to pop up like a coiled spring. She didn't even try to hide the aroused lick of her lips from her otherwise calm smile. Then, she gave the smallest of controlled flaps with both of her wings.

By all rights, the power behind such a passive flap should have done absolutely nothing. Instead, Mint somehow generated just enough momentum to hop onto his bed. A bed he just now noticed was huge, even for him, as her front hooves dug into the mattress on either side of his belly. The sheet covering him became just a little tighter, the edge digging almost uncomfortably into the base of his shaft while also effectively pinning his legs. "And let me be good to you."

Before he could even think of the words to describe her casual display of fucking over physics, let alone respond, her eyes locked with his as her head angled downwards. With skilled ease and the care only a nurse could give, she gently plucked the flat tip of his cock from his belly with her lips.

He couldn't deny his belly tensed from the supple suction she delivered as she pulled his shaft into a more upright position. And, when she felt the angle was right, she smoothly transitioned from pull to push, leisurely sinking inch after hot, pleasurable inch down her throat with glee.

Mint didn't need to pause or take a break to get used to his girth. She just kept slowly pushing forward in a controlled manner as her tongue curled along the underside of his shaft. Almost as if she was coyly gesturing for the rest of his remaining flesh to enter her snug passage.

Her pace only slowed when she reached his medial ring, with only a light fluttering of her lips and increased excitement in her eyes as she readjusted to the slight increase in girth. After which, she managed an extra inch before he felt her throat finally spasm in protest. Still, it was enough for her tongue to greedily trace along his ring and draw an appreciative gasp from him.

Neil couldn't deny it was an impressive sight, watching and feeling as a small, quiet mare like her managed to stuff so much of his cock down her throat. Even Rarity hadn't been able to reach that far or do it as smoothly.

With a second spasm from her protesting throat, Mint reluctantly closed her eyes and focused on herself as she withdrew from him.

Strangely, for the first time since Neil woke up, a nagging feeling at the back of his mind suspected that his surroundings might not be as they first appeared. His room looked like a typical hospital room, but what if it wasn't? It was clear that Mint dressed the part and acted like it. But what if she was wearing a costume? Unless the hospital had hired porn stars and prostitutes, he couldn't imagine the average nurse being so sexually adept.

Could he have, by chance, woken up in a brothel or something like it? Taking advantage of her brief distraction, he glanced around, looking for cameras or anything else that might be out of place. Unfortunately, he found nothing out of place or any odd, reflective surfaces. Did ponies even have video cameras?

Before he could question his situation even more, Mint's tongue twirled around his unflared crest. Triggering a small jolt of pleasure as his shaft throbbed and shot a dollop of pre-cum onto her waiting tongue. The salacious moan that followed drew all of his focus back to her pink eyes as she all but begged for silent permission to continue.

With only a faint nod, she continued. Diving down his length for a second time, even faster than the first, until her lips kissed his ring. She didn't even try to push past this time, opting to moan with pure bliss and sending mind-blowing vibrations through his shaft as she withdrew almost immediately. When she was left with nothing but the tip still held by her lips, she repeated the process a third, then a fourth time.

Again and again, up and down, as her tongue all but worshipped the flesh it touched, and her throat muscles expertly massaged him at the apex of her downward thrusts. At the same time, he barely noticed her wings weren't idle.

Even as she focused on the blowjob she was giving him, her wings still reached down and pulled back the bedsheet, exposing the rest of his groin to the open air. It was a mild relief to no longer have the sheet rubbing against the base of his erection. Still, the real reason she did that wasn't apparent until he felt two full sets of ticklish feathers cupping his balls.

The sudden contact sent another unexpected jolt of pleasure through his system as he gasped and rammed his shaft upwards and into her incoming throat. For a second time, his medial ring slipped past her lips. Still, she handled the situation like a pro, halting her movement and relaxing her throat as he reached the apex of his thrust.

Then, just as quickly as his body reacted, it relaxed and fell back onto the bed. Allowing her to pull back as if nothing had happened except for his ballsack receiving an additional massage.

All Neil could do was lay back and bask in the haze of pleasure given to him by the cute mare above him. This was, without a doubt, the best blowjob he'd ever experienced in his life. But even so, he couldn't help but feel it was lacking to some degree. Almost as if something wasn't right or fair about the entire situation. It wasn't until he remembered her twitching tail and the huskiness of her words that he was reminded she was just as horny as he was when this all began...

He meant to caress her cheek with his hoof and ask her to slow down at the very least. However, the moment he raised his hoof, Mint was quick to react. She immediately stopped, then reversed her descent before he even had the chance to brush her fur.

She even went so far as to pull off of his shaft entirely with a look of worry, leaving only a thick string of saliva connected between her lips and one of the little puffy nubs circling the crest, as she asked. "Is something wrong? Should I leave your scrotum alone? I know some stallions don't like being touched down there, but I thought..."

Neil quickly shook his head in the negative, dismissing her worries outright. "No, you were doing fine. Great even! Just, uh," He paused, wondering how best to phrase his question. "Since we're both on the bed, could you turn around so I can return the favor?"

"Return the... you mean?" She asked, more to herself as the meaning behind his words sank in. He watched as the picture of a perfect, professional porn star in a nurse outfit slowly changed into the shy mare he first pictured her to be as her cheeks radiated a bright red from his offer. Even the pampered strands of her tail twitched from side to side as he watched it from his position. "Oh! Um, t-that's a very generous offer for a stallion- I mean, are you sure you want to? I mean, you don't have to, just for me."

"And if I want to?" He added, only for her tail to almost disappear, as if it was suddenly yanked up aggressively. Looking up, he couldn't deny the unbridled lust pooling in her eyes. "Doesn't seem fair that you're the only one giving."

That was all the coaxing Mint needed as she daintily moved her hooves, carefully placing them around his body to avoid stepping on him, as she slowly spun around. "Well, if you want to..."

He watched in anticipation as her perky Pegasus ass came into full view, her tail fully flagged and hiding absolutely nothing from him. While Mint's overall build was similar to Private Echo's, giving her butt and everything in between a streamlined look, the nurse was a little softer looking overall.

However, most of his attention was drawn to the multiple strings of feminine arousal that clung to both her tail and her plump, minty green pussy lips, which were a little more red with need compared to the surrounding fur. The sight alone made his cock throb with desire.

The moment both her back legs settled on either side of his chest, even if she wasn't quite in the position yet, Neil leaned forward and reached out with both of his front legs. She was still a little too far for him to give her pussy a well-deserved lick, but he was able to weave his front legs in between her back legs and hook his elbows.

That was all the warning he gave her before he leaned back down, pulling her along. Whether her fur was well cared for and extra fluffy, or her time as a nurse gave her rump a little more cushion, he was about to find out as she fell with a startled 'Eeep!'

For a fraction of a second, he felt one of the damp strings of feminine arousal settle against the bare skin of his nose, giving him a splash of minty musk before her full weight came down on him.

For a full-grown mare, she was lighter than he was expecting. He hardly felt the impact, let alone her added weight on his chest, allowing him to breathe more of her interesting scent without restraint as his now buried muzzle shifted between her plush cheeks, looking for his prize.

"What are you-" Was all she managed to say, only to be followed by an audible gasp as his nose firmly pressed against and partially parted her sweltering lips. She was hot and needy, and he was more than willing to give as his lips separated, allowing his tongue to pass beyond her outer labia and caress her inner flesh.

Not only did she smell of mint, but there was a faint taste of it mixed within her natural desire. A pleasant surprise for sure, which only drove Neil to press deeper into her slit and lap up everything she had to give. Until he felt her muscles blossom against his chin, reminding him of her more equine nature as her clit exposed itself and tickled against his fur.

Whether she recovered naturally from his surprise assault, or the friction against her sensitive little nub jolted her out of it, after that first wink, a set of feathers wrapped around the base of his shaft and angled it until he once more felt her lips wrap around his crest.

'The race is on,' Was his only thought not centered around making her orgasm. And, with the way she picked up where she left off, easily sinking his cock down her throat with an encouraging hum, it wouldn't be an easy one. Then again, he also had an easy button. No matter the species, a woman's clit was still super sensitive, right? Normally he'd give Abby's clit attention with his fingers while eating her out, but with hooves, he didn't even contemplate risking that.

So, he switched between two separate styles. First, he would push his nose and muzzle between Mint's outer labia and extend his tongue as far as it could go to lap and tease her flesh. Then, when he thought she was about to wink and extend her clit, he would pull out and reposition, attempting to catch the fleshy little nub with his lips and suckle on it hard while also licking it with his tongue.

His timing wasn't perfect, only succeeding once out of every three attempts. However, whenever he caught the little ball of flesh, a tremor would course through Mint's body, or her expert hum would turn into a muted moan. Though, to be fair, she wasn't the only one voicing their pleasure out loud. In retaliation, almost every time she withdrew, she'd tease his tip.

Whether by rhythmically suckling on it, tracing her tongue along each nub making up his crest, as well as the underside, or even tickling his shaft by slapping it lightly against her furry cheek. All of that, and more, earned a moan whenever he pulled away to draw a quick breath while also adding to the pressure building up within his sack.

It took all of his concentration to only focus on two things. Pleasuring Mint as hard and fast as possible while also holding back his orgasm. The amount of minty fresh fluid that was spilling into his mouth, though, was a promising treat. He gave her inner tunnel one final lick, then pulled away, making sure to brush his damp fur against her outer labia as he stole an inhale of musky air through his sopping wet nose, before darting towards her winking hood.

If she hadn't been winking like crazy, he would have had no chance. However, as he clamped down on her precious little nub again, Neil couldn't help but think this was giving him an unfair advantage.

'Hopefully, she's close since I'm near my breaking point,' He thought, circling his tongue around the nub trapped by his lips, 'It's coming down to the-' The sudden deluge of dense, cloudy mare cum from her tunnel, brought to him by the first of many muscle spasms that rocked her entire body, caught him entirely by surprise.

Without a cock buried deep within to stem the flow, her fluids gushed out fast and free. It was too fast for him to catch all of it with his mouth currently occupied. He tried, though, as he released her nub with an open mouth, catching a third of it as the rest splashed over his muzzle, face, and hair, absolutely drenching him in hot, minty goodness.

At the same time, what little control he had over his orgasm was washed away. His body reacted more than anything else, thrusting up and shoving his cock down Mint's throat all the way to the medial ring. Only for his shaft to throb and blind Neil with pleasure as the first of many payloads splashed against Mint's throat, only for the next to force it down into her waiting belly.

As far as Neil could tell, both of them lay there, half numb and half frozen within their separate spheres of rapture, with only their heartbeats and the spasming of their genitals to focus on. Soon, though, he felt Mint stir on him as she slowly pulled herself off of his cock. Earning another, almost painful throb from his cock as his tip popped free from the back of her throat, without any cum to accompany it.

She took a deep breath as Neil slowly rejoined her in the hospital room. Besides the feeling of tired satisfaction, the first thing he noticed was his blurry vision. It wasn't irritating by any means, but he knew it wasn't tears that made the room out of focus. His whole face, neck, and the pillow he was lying on were all damp. As Neil laid back, the scent and taste of salty mint were also overwhelming but not unwelcome. "I hope that felt as good for you as it did for me?"

"It did, thank you." She told him, trying to sound like a professional nurse again despite their current positions. "You might not be the most skilled, but you made up for it with vigour. Be a little more gentle with a mare's clit; It's very sensitive. If you take that to heart, and with a little more practice, you could pass for a competent mare, I think. But..."

"But?" He parroted, wondering what kind of bombshell she was about to drop on him.

"It would seem one of my worries came true," She told him before she gave his still-stiff cock a subtle kiss on its flat tip. "My scent is keeping your erection fairly stiff."

Neil doubted that, given the visual of her delightfully drenched pussy tempting him only an inch away from his nose. It was too tempting, as he leaned forward and gave it a thorough lick from bottom to top before he offered, "That just means a second helping of breakfast for both of us, if you're up for it?"

"Lunch, actually, since it was close to two in the afternoon when you woke up," She corrected him as her plush butt slid back along his chest until his nose found itself buried between her outer labia. At the same time, he felt her feathers wrap around his shaft and give him a firm pump. "And, I accept your offer Mr. Stud."