Pairing the Spares

by dirty little secret

Rating: mature
Tags: Porn, Hitch Trailblazer, My Little Pony: A New Generation, Zipp Storm, Sex, Romance
Length: 11750

Ever since Sunny and Izzy became an item, Hitch has been moping around. He always thought he would be the one to end up with Sunny... Circumstances push him into a day – not a date! – with Zipp, though, and Zipp has ways of making him feel better.

Ever since Sunny and Izzy became an item, Hitch has been moping around. He always thought he would be the one to end up with Sunny... Circumstances push him into a day – not a date! – with Zipp, though, and Zipp has ways of making him feel better.

Contains: slow-burn romance, flirty pegasus mare, reluctant stallion, a bit of jealous stalking, will-they-won't-they (they will), anatomically correct, strong pull-out game, mentions of possible polyamory, virgin stallion, excessive banter.
Cover art by ddenver.

Published 2024-02-02 22:00:04 UTC
Last updated 2024-02-02 22:00:04 UTC

Pairing the Spares

Hitch looked awfully grumpy – grouchy, even – as he stared down the balcony and into the plaza below. “Just look at them,” he groused. “What do they even think they’re doing?” He noisily sucked another sip through the straw of his smoothie.

Zipp rolled her eyes. Again. Her eye muscles were getting tired from all of that! What Hitch was referring to, of course, was Sunny and Izzy enjoying their date together, dancing in the plaza below, along with a throng of other ponies, as some fun-sounding band played away down there. At first, Zipp had been excited when Hitch suggested going to a cool new smoothie place almost at the top of one of Maretime Bay’s tallest buildings. It had kind of reminded her of being back home in Zephyr Heights, and it seemed like a fun idea.

That was before she’d learned two things: First, ‘Smoodies, a mood you drink like a smoothie!’ actually wasn’t anything special at all. They were just smoothies. Overpriced and really weird-tasting ones. Second, Hitch hadn’t actually brought her here because it was a really cool special place that only locals knew about – he’d brought her here so he could ignore her and stare down into the plaza, spying on Sunny. If Hitch’s Smoodie was succeeding in making him feel a mood, it must have been a really sour one.

She took a sip of her own. ‘Flirty Fruit’. She tasted the fruit, sure. And maybe something else weird in there? Like hazelnuts or something? But she sure wasn’t feeling flirty. Especially not with how much her ‘date’ was ignoring her in favor of his foalhood crush.

But, eh, she could always try... “So, Hitch... What do ponies like you do for fun in this town, huh?”

“I fight crime.” Hitch took another sip of his smoothie, never taking his eyes off the plaza. “Littering, mostly.”

Zipp sighed. Lame. She’d known perfectly well that Hitch could be a bit of a stick-in-the-mud sometimes, but she’d thought that despite that, touring the town with a bona-fide local who was already a friend would have been a ton of fun. More fun than going shopping with her sister, anyway. But she hadn’t known that the news of Sunny and Izzy getting together would put Hitch in this kind of a funk. If she’d known that, she probably would have taken Pipp up on her offer to accompany her through whatever meager shopping opportunities Maretime Bay had to offer. Zipp didn’t quite understand the point of ‘antiquing’, but it had to be better than this.

Still, she’d make the best of it. “But that’s what you do for work, right? What do you do for fun?”

He held his straw in his mouth, not drinking ... just sitting there as he stared down into the plaza.

“Um, hello! I said what do you do when you’re not working?”

He shook his head a little, pulled the straw out of his mouth. And he even glanced at her for a moment! “Uh ... also fight crime.”

“Seriously? During your time off, you do ... more work?”

Hitch went back to watching Sunny and Izzy down in the plaza.

Oh no. Oh no he didn’t! A stallion this beautiful couldn’t be this lame. Maybe there was something wrong with that Smoodie he was drinking... Anyway, she wasn’t going to allow it. She knew Hitch could be more fun than this. She just needed something to distract him, something to snap him out of it.

Hmm... Well, it was a weird-tasting smoothie anyway. No great loss!

“Oops!” she said, very convincingly, and then flicked her hoof – right into her smoothie. The cup tumbled, the lid popped off, and the remainder of her extra large ‘Flirty Fruit’ splashed straight toward Hitch.

Hitch had just begun to turn toward her, probably wondering what she was saying ‘oops’ about. Which meant he was perfectly positioned to catch the gooey red smoothie all over his face and chest. Thick gobs of it slowly trailed down his fur as his eyes – the only part of him not currently stained red – blinked at her in shock.

“Sorry,” she said with a wink. “But I’ve got to say, you look good in red.”

He shook himself. It didn’t help much. Mostly it just spread the mess around their table and the rest of the little smoothie cafe, which earned him some very sour looks from the waitress and the cashier.

When it became clear that the stuff wasn’t simply going to shake off of him, he sat back down in his spreading red puddle and went into a full-on pout. “Zipp! Now I’m gonna have to go all the way home – all messy like this – and get a shower!”

“I can think of a way to get it off that’s faster and more fun.” She licked her lips.

“Zipp, no!” He shook his head, sending out more red splatters. “I ... I can’t do ... that. Not with...”

“I bet you’d let me do it if I was Sunny.”

“What! I didn’t... Nopony said anything about...” He stood up with a wet stomp of his forehoof. “It’s not ... none of this is about Sunny! Why are you even talking about her?” He huffed. “Come on. I’m going home to get a shower, and you’re coming with me ... just to explain to everypony along the way why I look like this.”

She touched her hoof to her chin. “Hmm ... nah.”

“You have to! You’re the one who— Hey!”

In one quick, agile motion, Zipp sprung all the way up and over the table. With a practiced twist of her wings, she spun around and landed right on Hitch’s back, grabbing him with all four hooves.

All the other earth ponies in the cafe oohed and aahed over the sudden display of aerial acrobatics, but Hitch didn’t seem to be impressed. He looked over his shoulder at her. “What the heck are you doing?”

Not impressed yet? Well, good thing she was just getting started! With a powerful blast of her wings, she took flight again ... with a still-sticky Hitch held tightly between her hooves.

“Zipp! What are you doing?” he yelled out, growing more terrified as she angled away from the balcony and into the open air.

“I’ve got a better idea to clean you up!” Having fun with it, she soared between the modest buildings of Maretime bay, cutting close to a wall here, ducking beneath a clothesline there ... she even threw in a quick loop-de-loop, just for kicks. All on her way toward the ocean.

All the way there, Hitch squirmed and struggled, yelling out, “Earth ponies aren’t supposed to fly!”

Or, at least, he struggled and squirmed until she whispered in his ear: “You’re already kinda slippery with all that smoothie on you. If you squirm too much, I won’t be able to hold on...”

After that, Hitch was very quiet, calm and well-behaved ... though he was still trembling uncontrollably, and his legs still instinctively moved underneath him.

Well, he was calm until Zipp angled out over the water, skimming just above the waves. She laughed. “So, Hitch... You live right by the ocean. You ever go swimming for fun?”

“I’m ... I’m not a very good swimmer!”

Too late. She’d already dropped him. Hitch plummeted, skipped once off the surface of the water, and then plunged in, upside down and screaming. Zipp flared her wings out and soaked up her momentum, just hovering for a moment and watching him. Just how bad of a swimmer was he? Would she have to rescue him?

No ... not quite. Hitch bobbed up just a moment later, all four legs thrashing frantically and struggling to keep his head above water. But he was keeping his head above the water. Kind of cute like that. Thankfully, he wasn’t completely helpless.

Though he now was completely clean. Well, aside from all the water. Cleaner than she was. She’d gotten quite a bit of the luridly red smoothie on herself while she was holding him, and she’d better get that cleaned off before it became a stain in her fur. She did not want to be pink for the next week! Her sister was more than enough pinkness for one family. Good thing there was an easy solution at hoof for that...

Quickly, she gained a little altitude, then did a quick reverse half-flip, leaving her facing straight down toward the water. Then all she had to do was fold her wings and then splash – she was in the water. A whole lot more gracefully than Hitch!

She popped up a moment later, easily treading water next to where he thrashed and splashed. “There!” She giggled. “All cleaned up! Feeling better?”

“No!” he said in a strained voice. Was he already getting tired? He was wasting a lot of energy with that terrible swimming technique...

Or was he ... scared? They weren’t exactly far from shore. Any closer, and they would have been in the shadow of Maretime Bay’s sea wall.

“Come on,” she said, literally swimming circles around him. “This way. Just follow me.”

She didn’t lead him straight toward the sea wall. There was a little beach in front of it, but even after coming up on the beach, it would be hard to climb the wall. For Hitch, anyway. Obviously, she could just fly up and over it. Instead, she led him a little to the left, further along the beach, where it flattened out a bit and got nice and sandy – Maretime Bay’s most popular swimming beach.

Thankfully, Hitch seemed willing enough to follow along. Or maybe desperate enough. He was sticking with her as if she was his only lifeline, as if there weren’t fifty other ponies watching them from the shore who’d be able to throw a life preserver or something.

Whatever ... it wasn’t far to the swimming beach.

Once they got close, they weren’t even the only ponies in the water anymore. Earth ponies did swim sometimes, it seemed. Just not Hitch, apparently. Once her hooves hit the bottom, she gracefully climbed up through the very moderate surf and up onto the dry beach. Hitch heaved himself after her. He ended up still standing in the wet sand, the occasional little wave washing over his hooves. And he just stood there – trembling, with his sides heaving.

“You alright?” She turned back toward him and poked him in the side playfully. Wow ... his side was really firm, wasn’t it?

“Never...” he panted “... do that ... again!”

“Aw, come on, you did great! We’ll make a seapony out of you yet!”

He shook his head. “Seaponies ... don’t ... exist.”

“Sure they do! Sunny says she read about them in her books!”

The wince when she mentioned Sunny’s name was obvious. Shoot! She really shouldn’t have said that! It was going to be hard enough keeping his mind off of her without Zipp bringing her up like that...

Finally, Hitch had started to catch his breath. He shook himself ... but he was still dripping. “Great. Now I’m going to have to go home and dry off before I can... Um, before I can take a look around. I can’t, um, watch the crowds when I’m all dripping wet like this!”

Zipp trotted over to one of the many unoccupied beach chairs higher up on the beach and threw herself onto it. “Come on over here!” she said. “Come dry off with me the relaxing way.”

Rolling his eyes, he stomped toward the stairs that led up from the beach into the town.

“Hitch...” She patted the chair next to her. “It’s nice and warm...”

He stopped ... but he didn’t come over to her. “I don’t have time for this! I have to...”

“You have to what?”

That was her greatest weapon. He just couldn’t say it, could he? And he knew it. He hung his head low in defeat and plodded over to the chair next to hers. And even though she’d thrown herself in her own chair and he set himself down slowly, somehow, he managed to plop down even more heavily than she had. To the point where she thought he was about to break the chair or shove it down into the sand. But no, it creaked a little, but it withstood the abuse. Earth ponies knew how to build stuff sturdy.

For a long time, he just sat there in broody silence. So ... Zipp decided to enjoy herself a little.

She sprawled out wide on her chair – and not exactly modestly – spreading out her legs just about as wide as her multicolored wings. It was a pose that drew attention from more than a few passing stallions ... though apparently she hadn’t managed to catch Hitch’s eye yet. At least she was catching plenty of sun, though. Especially important on her soaked wings. The warmth was sumptuous and wonderful against her whole body. Nice bright sunshine. “Now this is more like it!” With an extra little stretch, she glanced over at Hitch.

He was still sitting with his forehooves crossed over his chest, but at least he wasn’t frowning anymore.

“Come on...” She turned toward him, lounging on her side. “You live like a two-minute walk from the beach. Don’t you ever come out here and just relax in the sun? Even if you suck at swimming, that’s still nice.”

“Hey! I don’t—”

She stared him down.

“Okay, yeah. I suck at swimming.” He sighed and looked away.

“What?”

“I guess... I guess I just never came out here that much because Sunny didn’t like the beach very much. So we never went.”

For a moment, she just looked at him. He was starting to dry out a little now. “But what about you? Do you like the beach?”

Hitch was quiet for a long time, staring out at the waves, at the other ponies sunbathing, at the foals splashing around in the water.

“Well?”

He sighed. “I guess I just never really thought about it.”

“Wow...” She laughed a little. “You were really obsessed about her, weren’t you?”

“What? N-no I wasn’t! Nopony said that!”

“And you still are.” She stared at him, daring him to deny it.

He didn’t. Actually, he just kind of deflated, suddenly lying flat on the lounge chair and staring up at the sky, almost straight toward the sun. And for a long while he didn’t say anything at all.

Eventually, she laid out on her back just like him. “Feels nice, doesn’t it?”

Another heavy sigh. “I guess ... I guess I just always assumed the two of us would end up together. She was always there, causing trouble, and I was always there, chasing after her and keeping her out of trouble. I’m not sure anymore if we were actually even friends back then. But I was there with her every day. I hardly ever went anywhere unless Sunny was there.”

It was Zipp’s turn to be quiet. Wow. She’d never realized it was quite that intense between them. Or at least intense for Hitch.

“And now that she’s with... Now, I don’t know if we’re even friends anymore, either. If we ever were.” He groaned and rolled toward Zipp. “What am I without Sunny? Without her ... I’m just some sheriff who yells at ponies who litter.”

She glanced over at him wryly. “You’re a lot more than that, sheesh.”

“Huh? What do you mean?” He sat up a little, his eyes getting wider.

“And just because she has a girlfriend doesn’t mean she’s not your friend anymore, you big dingus. She’s still my friend, isn’t she?”

“Um... Yeah.”

“And I’m your friend. So since we’re both friends, she’s your friend too. Getting a girlfriend doesn’t mean you have to give up all your other friends. Unless that’s some weird earth pony custom I’ve never heard about...” She grinned. “Earth ponies really are backwards about some things, you know?”

“Are not.” He frowned at her again, but this time she could tell it was a fake frown, hiding a smile.

“You don’t even have any wifi out here.”

His face scrunched up. “What’s a wifi?”

Laughing, she flopped back down onto her beach chair and fully relaxed, propping up her head with her forehooves. “Case. In. Point.”

That earned a little huff from Hitch. Dangerously close to being a laugh, but not quite. But then he sighed and looked up at the sun again. “How can you say we’re still friends, though? She doesn’t do anything with me anymore. All she ever wants to do is spend more time with Izzy. Did you know, she went to spend a whole weekend in Bridlewood, and she didn’t even tell me? I had no idea where she even went until I tracked her down!”

“Seriously? You tracked Sunny down all the way to Bridlewood? Again?”

“Well, uh... I was, um, worried about her! She could have been hurt!”

She could feel his eyes on her. Probably looking over to see if she believed him or not. She just slowly shut her eyes and enjoyed the warmth of the sun. It did feel great. And even if the waves were small, they made a nice sound. Very relaxing. Now this was a good little vacation away from the pressures of Zephyr Heights.

“I mean it! Just look what happened the last time she ran off!”

Slowly, Zipp turned her head and looked at him. “You know... If you complain that Sunny only having time for Izzy means she’s not your friend anymore, that cuts both ways.”

He cocked his head a little to the side. “Huh? I always have time for Sunny! Even when I don’t have time!”

“Exactly.” She turned back toward the sky. “If all you have time for is stalking Sunny, then maybe you’re not my friend anymore?”

“I ... I wasn’t stalking Sunny!”

Zipp waited. It took longer than she expected, but it did eventually come.

“Okay, okay... I was totally stalking Sunny.” Another long pause. “But that doesn’t mean... It doesn’t mean that you’re not...”

She rolled back toward him, with her whole body this time, making sure to strike an eye-catching pose that showed off her belly and teats. “Yeah – duh! That’s what I’ve been trying to get through that thick head of yours.”

The look on his face was priceless, just priceless. And she did notice a little downward glance, too.

Even more confident now, she let out a little laugh. “Don’t worry your pretty little head. New love is always like that. They’ll calm down and get used to each other eventually, and then they’ll have time for everypony else. Just give them long enough to get tired of bucking each other’s brains out whenever nopony’s looking, and they’ll calm down.”

“You ... You think they’re—!”

“Give me a break! Of course they are! With how much you’ve been stalking them, you’ve got to know that by now.”

He blushed and looked away, telling her everything she needed to know. Kinda gross and creepy, really. But, she couldn’t blame him. She would have wanted to watch, too. Izzy was just so bouncy and jiggly, and hot ponyfeathers – that ass Sunny had... Zipp totally probably mostly wasn’t into mares, but if she was...

Hitch squinted. He must have been thinking back over what she’d said. “My ... pretty little head?”

That’s what he was worried about? Zipp laughed again. “Uh ... yeah. With that jawline? You think the ponies of Maretime Bay put you on every page of their calendar just because they liked sheriffs that much? Here’s a hint – nopony likes sheriffs.”

“Lots of ponies like sheriffs!”

“You wear a bottle cap and run around yelling at ponies who litter. Why would anypony like that?”

“It’s not a bottle cap!” He rubbed his badge protectively. “And ... and ... I’m the... I’m the one pony who stands between Maretime Bay and total lawlessness and anarchy!”

“Pretty sure they’d be fine with total lawlessness and anarchy. They’re a pretty peaceful bunch. Might be a bit more litter on the streets, though.”

He looked at her very seriously. “You would not believe how much litter ponies toss on the street! A lot of that ends up in the ocean – do you want to swim with a bunch of trash? Because I sure don’t.”

She snickered. His awfully serious face quivered. She grinned. He broke first, actually laughing. It was nice to hear him laugh again.

“There,” she said, after she’d finally heard it. “Feel better, pretty boy?”

“I’m not pretty, you’re pretty.”

Zipp grinned back. “I know it. The royal bod don’t lie!” She struck even more of a borderline lewd pose on her beach chair.

Hitch blushed and looked away. Ooh, interesting! Now why might he be doing that...?

With a little grunt, he sat up on his beach chair. Obviously willing himself to get up ... but his eyes were still straying toward Zipp. Still he said as if he really did mean it, “Well, I think I’m pretty much dried off. Better be getting back to...” Still, though, he didn’t actually get up. He stayed there, looking at her.

She didn’t have to ask what he wanted to get back to. But she also didn’t make even the slightest move to get off of her own chair – she only looked up at him with a little challenge in her eyes. “What if you ... didn’t?”

“But I... She’s...”

Zipp huffed. “You’re not going to get your cock inside her by stalking them all over town.” Painfully obvious, but apparently not obvious enough that she didn’t have to say it.

“I wasn’t! I’m not...” He shook his head. “That’s not what I was—”

“Well why else would you be doing it?” She stared him down again.

He settled back into his chair, and yet he didn’t look at all comfortable. “I was just ... just worried about her, okay?”

“Worried that mean old Izzy was going to defile your crush’s perfect virginal purity?” she said sarcastically. “Oh, how noble of you, Hitch.”

“No!” He shook his head. “Not like that. Okay, mostly not like that. But ... but what if it goes wrong? What if they break up, and... and...”

“Well then Sunny would be single again and you could swoop in to pick her up on the rebound! Score!”

Hitch shot her a dirty look.

She rolled her eyes. “Well if you’re too noble for that, then maybe I’ll do it.”

His eyebrows rose. “You’re into mares?”

“Nah, not really. But come on – who could pass up an opportunity like that?”

With a weary-sounding groan, Hitch looked away. “Not like she would, anyway. She’s not some floozy, you know.”

Zipp grinned. She had him now! “Oh yeah? That’s not what I heard from Izzy.”

Instantly, he turned back toward her. “Izzy talks to you about it?”

“Well, duh. She’s my friend, isn’t she? Marefriends always talk to each other about this kind of stuff.”

“What did she say?” His eyes were huge, his face practically dripping with curiosity. Or maybe just a little bit of drool at the prospect of some juicy inside gossip?

But Zipp only looked back, making a zipping motion over her lips. Even if Izzy hadn’t made her promise to keep that stuff a secret, it wasn’t exactly the kind of thing she wanted to be talking about to Hitch right now! She was starting to think maybe a different kind of talking might be more fun.

“Come on!” He sat up on the side of his beach chair, holding up his hooves and pleading with her. “You’ve got to tell me! I just have to know!”

She sat back and relaxed, basking in both the sun and Hitch’s anxious energy. Hitch was more intense. And more hilarious.

“Ziiiiipp!”

She glanced over at him with a smug smile. “So... Are you still pretending that you’re not completely head-over-hocks madly in love with Sunny?”

Hitch’s face instantly went blank. “Uh...”

“Come on... You can tell me. We’re friends. And you already know I can keep a secret.”

He sighed heavily and held his face in his hooves. “Fine. I admit it. Happy?”

“Very!” With a quick hop and a strong flap of her wings, she flipped right across the intervening space and landed sitting right next to Hitch. There was barely enough room on one chair for the both of them, which meant her body had to be right up against his. Especially down low, where her cutie mark rubbed right up against his firm, muscular rump.

Hitch leaned slightly away. “Um ... Zipp?”

“Uh-huh?” She smiled back at him.

“Wha ... what are you doing?”

“Just helping you get over your silly little foalhood crush.” Wrapping one forehoof around his back, she pulled him back closer, pressing his shoulder against hers. “Congratulations. The first step is admitting that you have a problem!”

“It’s not a problem! It’s...” He groaned out a sigh. “Aw, what’s the point?”

“Feeling better?”

He rolled his eyes. “If that’s step one, then what’s step two?”

Oh, she had him right where she wanted him now! Well, okay, not exactly where she wanted him. That would come later, if she was lucky. When had she started wanting that so badly? Whatever. Unlike certain other ponies, she didn’t see any point in denying what she wanted. And she certainly wasn’t going to wait around and let somepony else snatch him up, like he’d done with Sunny. She looked down over his body, squeezing him tighter with her hoof. And she may have even bitten her lip a little. Yeah ... really nice. Really, when they’d first met she also had assumed that he was sort-of-kind-of ‘taken’ by Sunny, so he was off-limits. Strictly against the mare code to date a best friend’s coltfriend! But since Sunny was with Izzy now, there was absolutely nopony out there who had more of a claim to Hitch than Zipp herself! All she had to do was—

“Um... Zipp? You okay there?”

She shook her head, snapping herself out of it. Oops, she’d gotten a little distracted there, hadn’t she?

Still leaning away as much as her strong grip would allow, he stared at her. “What’s step two?”

With a short little laugh, she hopped up again, landing on all fours in the sand. “Well, I’m all dried off now, but my fur feels all salty and sandy. You got a shower I can use?”

Slowly, he got up. “Can’t you use the one at your hotel?”

“Check-in isn’t until seven. So...” She looked over at him sidelong.

“Yeah, um, sure...” He shrugged. “There’s one at my house, just across town...”

Perfect! Soon, very soon... She consciously held her tail low, so that Hitch wouldn’t see her winking. Might scare him off if he saw that so soon! For a stallion this skittish – and frankly a little neurotic – she’d have to be subtle. She’d have to use all of her well-honed game, polished by years of being Zephyr Heights’ second favorite princess ... and still managing to catch more studs than her princessfluencer sister. Hitch was a keeper for sure, but he wouldn’t be an easy catch. She’d have to take it slowly and carefully, easing him into it.

Which is why she was about to suck him off in the shower.

✨ ✨ ✨

“Okay,” Hitch told her through the open bathroom door. “That should be everything. There’s some clean spare towels under the sink. Oh! And go easy with it when you turn the hot water on. It takes a while to heat up, but once it does, it gets really hot really fast, so you could scald yourself if you’re not careful about it.”

She looked at him with half-lidded eyes and a slight smile. “You really don’t need to tell me all that. You can just run the water yourself.”

But he only stared back at her blankly. “Huh? But ... the knobs are in the shower. You know that, right?”

“Aren’t you going to be in the shower, too?”

“What? Me?” He gulped. “Me ... in the shower with...”

“Sure! You must be pretty salty and sweaty too, right? Come on and hop in with me. It’ll be quicker that way!”

He backed away slowly... “Uh, Zipp. We’re friends. I ... I can’t be in the shower with, with... Ponies aren’t supposed to see each other in the shower unless...”

“Pfft!” She laughed. “Earth ponies sure have some weird hangups! Come on – us pegasus ponies shower together all the time, and it’s no big deal. Back home in Zephyr Heights, everybody does it. I shower together with my sister Pipp like, almost every day.” Okay, just a teensy bit of a lie. But Hitch hadn’t spent enough time in Zephyr Heights to know any better. And it hopefully probably wouldn’t cause any awkward situations if he ever did visit for very long ... right?

“Well, um... If you’re sure it’s okay...”

“Um, yeah. Now come on!” She waved him in. “Show me how that hot water works.”

Slowly, reluctantly, Hitch stepped into the small bathroom with her. He really wasn’t looking too sure about this... So Zipp made sure to kick the door closed before he could have second thoughts.

After that, he seemed to get with the program. Mostly. At least he opened the shower curtain and stepped inside. But when he looked back out from the tiled shower stall and saw her watching him, he grimaced. “Zipp ... I don’t know. This feels weird.”

“I could drop you in the ocean again if you’d prefer that instead.”

His jaw dropped. “Seriously?”

“Sure! Anytime! That was a lot of fun.”

“That’s not what I meant.” He squinted at her.

“Well then scooch on over – I’m comin’ in!” She didn’t give him any time to react as she hopped into the shower stall with him. It wasn’t very big, especially not after closing the shower curtain behind herself ... but that only meant that she had to stand nice and close with Hitch. Wow he smelled nice! In the small, slightly humid shower stall – still a little wet from when Hitch must have showered in the morning – the scent of him was almost overwhelming, and she had to fight the urge to just pounce on him.

Did that work the other way around, too? Would he be able to smell how excited she was? She kind of hoped so ... even though she’d totally deny it if he said anything.

“Well, okay...” Hitch stood on his hind legs to reach up and tilt the shower head to the side. “Stand back. It’ll be pretty cold at first.”

With that, he cranked the water on and backed away from it. That forced the two of them right up against each other, which Zipp definitely took advantage of, subtly rubbing the side of her body against his. She even caressed his back with her wingtip a little bit. Just casually stretching, of course. Like anypony might ... when in the shower with a good friend!

It seemed like Hitch had been warning her for pretty much no reason, because the shower got nice and steamy pretty quickly, and it didn’t get too hot or anything like that. Maybe just because Hitch knew just how to work his shower knob.

Hm... But did he know how to work his other knob?

He reached up again, tempting Zipp to look under his belly, but she restrained herself for now. No need to rush in too quickly, or she might still scare him off, even now.

He turned the shower head back straight again, and though a lot of it poured on him at first, he gestured with his hoof toward the spray of water. “Well, uh, ladies first, I guess.”

“Aww! You think I’m a ‘lady’?”

Hitch stared at her, still standing under the water. “Uh... You are a princess, right?”

“Pfft! Not in the shower.” She winked. In both ways. “In the shower, I’m just a regular old pegasus filly.” Instead of making room for him to get around her, she just barged her way into the water right alongside him.

Ahh... That did feel really nice. She wasn’t kidding about needing a shower, not entirely. That drying salt water had left her coat feeling all stiff and crusty. But the heavenly warm water was quickly washing that feeling away. And being able to nuzzle right up to a cute stallion at the same time just made everything that much warmer.

Sadly, though, Hitch soon found his opening to slip out of the water, putting a little bit of space between them again. As much space as could be had in the small shower stall.

Well, that had been nice while it lasted. Maybe now it was time to do some actual showering ... but not without putting on a bit of a show. First, she just soaked herself down nice and thoroughly, turning this way and that, letting the water run over her mane and make it hang down slick like a mare in a dirty magazine, spreading her wings out and letting the water rinse through them ... while also showing off their vivid colors. And, of course, even turning around and letting the water get her tail.

When she turned back around, she was pleased to see Hitch’s eyes locked on her – until he hurriedly glanced away, of course, blushing fiercely. Oh? Had somepony been enjoying the sight of the water cascading over her tightly toned flanks and slicking down her tail?

After that, the next step was obvious. She glanced over the very meager selection of bottles on the shower shelf next to them. Hardly anything there, very different than the bathroom she shared with Pipp. Zipp never bought anything for herself – her sister always had ten thousand different ‘products’ all lined up and ready to use, so there was always something Zipp could ‘borrow’ from her. Here, though, Zipp was in luck. There was only one shampoo bottle, but it was clear, and she could already see that the contents were white inside. Perfect for putting on a little show...

Nopony in all of pony history had ever looked quite so orgasmic while squirting thick streams of gooey white shampoo over herself. She ended up using way more than necessary, but whatever. It was for a good cause. And it was working. When she cracked one eye open – at the risk of getting shampoo in it – she saw Hitch staring with his mouth open and his tongue almost hanging out.

And the most delicious thing about it was that she could pretend it was all totally innocent. “What?” she said.

Hitch gulped, tried to look away, failed. His eyes kept coming back to her, following the slow oozing of white shampoo down her white face. “Uh, uh ... nothing,” he managed to say, eventually.

Grinning to herself, she started rubbing it in, sudsing herself up and actually doing the work of washing all that salt and ocean grime out of her mane and coat. Even then, she made sure to rub herself a bit sensually ... as if inviting him to run his hooves over her in just the same way.

Actually ... inviting him to help sounded like a pretty good idea to her right about now. After carefully working through her wings, she turned around, facing away from him. “Mind getting my tail for me?” The water was already rinsing off her front half. Enjoying it almost as much as she enjoyed Hitch’s eyes on her, she swayed her hips a little side to side, almost dancing to a beat that only she could hear.

To her slight surprise and great satisfaction, Hitch actually took her up on it! More squirts of shampoo hit her, a little bit cold as they drizzled over her tail and her rump. Her eyes still closed under the shower spray, she just spread her hind legs slightly apart, lifted her tail a bit, and waited to see what Hitch would do.

He did not suddenly mount her and shove his cock into her pussy, even though he must have been able to see it winking. As exciting as that would be, she should have known Hitch was too honorable and straight-laced to do anything like that. But at least he did start working the shampoo into her tail and fur with his bare hooves.

And he was the perfect proper gentlecolt about it. Yes, he was touching her in some very interesting places, but even so, he made sure to do it in a very brusque and business-like way, scrubbing away at her tail, her hind legs, and even the tight curves of her rump with the same firm, efficient stroke. It was as if he really was only doing this to help her clean off. Even though, obviously, she was more than capable of doing it all on her own. Maybe even he thought there was nothing sexual about this, just a friend helping a friend. Probably the only way he could convince himself to actually do it, knowing him.

But Zipp could see right through that. Even though he was all business about scrubbing her, he did keep going and going, even though she was totally covered in foamy bubbles back there by now and surely already clean. He was still just as professional about it as ever ... but he never seemed to get tired of rubbing her flanks, did he?

Eventually, though, it was becoming pretty clear that he was avoiding a certain area.

Zipp lifted her sudsy tail completely up and over her back, then took a short step back toward him so she could get her face out of the water and look over her haunches at Hitch. “You missed a spot,” she said playfully, deliberately tensing herself in a way she was sure would make her pussy wink open wide. Goodness ... she felt so warm down there. Her slit had to be absolutely drooling for him by now...

But he looked her in the eyes. “Zipp... I can’t. I can’t touch your... I can’t touch you there.”

She shrugged. “Well, suit yourself.” With a bit of a stretch, she reached one forehoof down between her hind legs and cleaned herself there, right in front of his wide-open staring eyes. There was hardly any shampoo on her hoof, but that didn’t matter. Mostly, she was just rubbing her pussy, jilling off right in front of him. No scrubbing here – she moved her hoof in well-practiced little circles around her winking clit.

But not enough to get herself off. That could wait for later. Once she was sure he’d gotten enough of a show, she turned back around and rinsed off her hindquarters, which put her face-to-face with Hitch again. Almost close enough to kiss.

The shower was full of his scent now. She could smell it even over the shampoo. Had it gotten even stronger somehow?

Now that she’d gotten herself rinsed off, it would be her turn to help him with those hard to reach spots. “You ready?” she breathed, looking right into his face with her absolute best fuck-me eyes.

Hitch gulped. He nodded slightly.

Not even making the slightest effort to avoid brushing her body against his, she stepped out of the shower spray and allowed him to step in. Now it was her turn for a show.

And she wasn’t disappointed. With the water splashing down over every contour of his body, she could see more clearly than ever why he’d been so popular on Maretime Bay calendars year after year. And not only that, the water made his coat lie flat against his body, making every facet of every muscle stand out even more clearly. What an absolute hunk! Not ashamed of her interest in the slightest, she bit her lower lip as she absolutely eye-fucked this gorgeous stallion’s body.

Of course Hitch noticed that ... but he did his best to pretend that he hadn’t. Instead, he moved on to shampooing his mane, using a normal amount of shampoo.

But that made him close his eyes ... which gave Zipp an idea.

Moving cautiously, she stepped next to him in the shower spray, careful not to touch him in the slightest as she bent her head downward. Yes! There it was! Hitch was far from fully erect, but no stallion could have gone through the little shower show Zipp had been putting on without slipping at least a little bit out of his sheath! Maybe about half of his length was hanging down from his belly, curving down toward the floor. Warm water flowed down over it, running along his thick veins. It took Zipp’s breath away, very literally. Even only halfway out, he was already thick and meaty, nice and juicy looking. She just couldn’t help herself!

Moving impulsively, sure now that Hitch would welcome it, she nudged her way up under his belly and quickly took the still-soft tip of his cock into her mouth. So warm! And despite the water rinsing him off, his musky flavor still filled her mouth instantly, like wood smoke with a hint of stallion sweat. Gently, she suckled him, drawing her deeper into her mouth and ready to take him all the way into her throat as he began to harden more.

“What are you doing, Zipp?”

She pulled back for just a moment. “I’m only helping you with those hard to reach spots.” Already eyeing his heavy dangling balls, she started to lick her way up toward his sheath and beyond.

But Hitch yanked himself back, pressing against the shower wall to get away from her. “Zipp!”

Still down low, her eyes still on his package, Zipp grinned. “Yeah, Hitch? Something you want to tell me?” Licking her lips, she darted in closer.

In an explosive leap, Hitch jumped all the way out of the shower, right through the curtain. Water splashed all over his bathroom, and his mane still dripped with shampoo suds. “I can’t!” he said emphatically. “Sunny would... I... I just can’t!”

With that, he turned tail – still dripping wet and soapy – and ran out of the bathroom, leaving the door open behind himself.

Zipp sat down on the shower floor, water pouring over her. She stared at the open door through the remaining gap in the shower curtain. Well crap. That hadn’t gone how she’d thought it would at all! What kind of a stallion turns down a free blowie from a hot athletic pegasus mare like her?

With a heavy sigh, she stood back up and closed the shower curtain.

The best thing to do, she guessed, was to finish up her shower on her own and let Hitch ... let Hitch have time to settle down from whatever the heck kind of freakout he was having. Had she just totally blown it? She’d only been trying to blow him. Most stallions she’d been with liked that better than just about anything.

But Hitch was special, she supposed. And part of being special was, well, being not quite like other stallions, apparently. What was wrong with him? Was he still hung up on Sunny? He was supposed to be over that already. They’d talked about this!

Oh well. She glanced over the shelf in the shower. Hitch had three kinds of mane conditioner, though it looked like two of them were mostly empty. Hm... Which one to use...?

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Zipp took her time drying off. It helped that Hitch’s spare towels under the sink were wonderfully big and fluffy and smelled just very very slightly of him. But mostly she wanted to give him enough time to completely calm down out there. Hopefully he wouldn’t hate her forever for this or anything. That would be awkward to explain to their shared friends. Hopefully, he was actually there, and hadn’t run off all the way to Bridlewood with his mane still soapy...

Finally, it was time. She couldn’t put it off any longer. She flung the used towel onto the top of the sink and stepped out through the still-open bathroom door. Time to find out just how big of a pile she’d stepped in.

Or ... maybe not.

The living room of Hitch’s small house was entirely empty. Well, not actually empty. It was actually a little bit cluttered and messy, which she really hadn’t expected from Mister ‘No Littering!’ But the important part was that Hitch wasn’t there.

She’d expected him to be there standing just outside the door, ready to angrily confront her, but it seemed like that wasn’t going to happen. What if he really did run off all the way to Bridlewood? Or pony only knows where... Should she run off looking for him? Or should she round up the rest of her friends and tell them what happened first, so they could help her find him and help calm him down when they did find him?

Well, not so fast, not so fast. Hitch’s house was really small – just a combined kitchen/living room, a bathroom, and a bedroom – but she hadn’t searched the whole place yet. He still might be here. In the bedroom. The door was closed after all...

At first, she was about to just turn the knob and walk in ... but then she thought better of it. Instead, she knocked softly. “Hitch ... you in there?”

“No.”

Not very convincing. She rolled her eyes. “The shower’s open now, if you want to finish rinsing off.”

No response to that. Maybe he wasn’t very interested in finishing his shower.

She sighed. “Do you wanna, you know ... talk about stuff? Or something?” Sheesh... She was never good at all this emotional stuff. Why couldn’t other ponies just be straightforwardly cool like her?

“No.”

Zipp leaned against the door. “Come on... Don’t be like that. I’m sorry, okay? I shouldn’t have touched you without your permission. Even if I was totally sure you were totally into it. That’s my bad, alright? I know, I know. Boundaries and stuff.”

For a long moment, it was quiet on the other side of the door. Then finally: “Seriously? That’s what you think this is about?”

“I have no idea what this is about!” she yelled back, more than a little frustrated – both emotionally and sexually – at this point. “Why don’t you open the door and tell me what it’s about, then?”

“It’s unlocked. Actually, it doesn’t even have a lock.”

Well, that was close enough to an invitation for Zipp. She opened the door and came inside, shutting the door behind her, just in case.

Inside, she found Hitch sitting on the edge of his bed, completely dry, probably thanks to the used towel sitting next to him. Nice – must have had a spare in the closet or something! But he could only glance at her for a moment before nervously looking away.

Aw, crap. She really had stepped in it, hadn’t she? Not one to put things like this off, she trotted right across the room to stand in front of him, where he’d barely be able to avoid looking at her. “Okay,” she said, “now tell me – what’s the matter? If you want, we can just pretend that never happened, alright?”

“No, no...” He shook his head. “It’s just...”

“Just what?”

A deep sigh. “It’s Sunny. What if she found out?”

Zipp rolled her eyes. This again? “So what? It’s not like she owns you or anything. She’s probably muzzle-deep in Izzy’s snatch right now, so I’m pretty sure she’s given up whatever claim she might have ever had on you.”

He looked up at her, truly looking at her for the first time since she’d come in. “Seriously? Muzzle-deep in...”

“Um, yeah. You are aware of how lesbian ponies do it, right?”

Staring down at the floor, he kicked his hind hooves in slow circles. “I guess... I guess I just thought they were kissing and stuff.”

“Yeah, they are.” Zipp grinned. “Especially the ‘and stuff’ part.” She reached out with a hoof and lifted Hitch’s chin, bringing him up to look at her again. “So what’s the deal, then? Why’re you still acting like your dick belongs to her?”

“Zipp!” He recoiled back a little.

“Don’t lie.”

Slowly, he relaxed. “Okay, yeah... I understand. And I’m sorry too. But I just... I keep thinking...”

Zipp poked him in the chest. “Yeah?”

“What if they break up? And then ... if I’m with you, then Sunny won’t ... and we won’t ever ... and I’ll totally miss out on her just because I couldn’t wait for her to be ready.”

“Well,” Zipp huffed. “Way to make me feel like your second-best choice!”

“I’m sorry! I didn’t mean it like that! It’s just Sunny and I—”

“Yeah, yeah, I know. Ever since you were foals and all that junk.” Zipp dismissed it all with a wave of her hoof. “But, hey. I don’t mind being second favorite. I’ve been second favorite all my life. Everypony likes my sister Pipp better.”

“What?” He stared up at her, especially at her still-slick mane. “But you’re way more...”

Zipp’s eyes went big. “Yeah?”

“Um... Never mind. I shouldn’t say stuff like that.”

No, he totally totally should say stuff like that! Zipp lived for hearing stuff like that, especially in the context of being better than her sister! Why oh why did Hitch have to have so many hangups? He’d be so perfect if he just did whatever he felt like and stopped holding himself back all the time!

“Tell ya what,” she said, “let’s make a deal.”

“A ... deal?”

“Uh-huh! We get together, and I promise you that if Sunny ever becomes single again, I’ll let her join us and we can have an awesome little herd of three! Sound good?”

His face scrunched up. “Really?”

“Heck yeah! Getting a piece of Sunny and a piece of Hitch? What could be better than that? And it’s every stallion’s dream to have two mares all to himself, right?”

Hitch rolled his eyes. “And what makes you think Sunny would go along with that?”

“Oh... I can be pretty convincing.” Without a moment’s hesitation, she turned around and went into a full-on breeding pose: her back arched, her hind legs spread, her tail lifted high out of the way ... and most important of all: her pussy winking more urgently than ever, even wetter than she’d been in the shower.

She’d been hoping that he’d lose control and jump right on top of her in that moment ... but after waiting a little while, she didn’t feel his chest on her back or his cock in her pussy. She glanced over her shoulder at him and saw that his cock was quickly emerging from his sheath ... but he was still sitting on the bed.

So many hangups! Come on! She could tell he was so close to giving in! Zipp swayed her hips back and forth, showing herself off as well as she possibly could, her fresh and clean pussy still winking like crazy. “You know it’s true,” she said. “One look at this, and you won’t be able to get Sunny’s face out from under my tail without a crowbar. She’s gonna spend all day long making out with my mare-bits like she’s in a cheezy romance movie. And while she’s so busy with that, you’ll get to do an-y-thing you want with the rest of her.”

His cock was raging hard now, his eyes locked in under her tail.

She took a little step backward, getting even closer to him, close enough to touch. “Come on, Hitch – let me have it. I promise I’ll share if it turns out Sunny wants some, too.”

The very moment Hitch moved, she knew she’d done it. She’d broken him. And he belonged to her now! Her, and maybe someday Sunny, too. But for now, just her. Very pleased with herself, she looked back forward and waited to feel the sweet embrace of Maretime Bay’s most eligible bachelor mounting her.

Only ... that wasn’t what she felt at all. A strong pair of hooves did grip either side of her rump, but instead of pulling himself up on top of her, Hitch slid down off the side of the bed and sat on the floor, allowing him to plant his lips right against Zipp’s drooling pussy.

She gasped. “Oh! Oh wow... Wasn’t expecting that...”

“Sorry.” He pulled away for a moment. “It’s just, the way you were talking about all of that, it really just made me want to... And I figured I should probably return the favor. You know, from back in the shower?”

Heh. That ‘favor’ had hardly lasted long enough to worry about returning it, as far as Zipp was concerned. But she wasn’t about to stop this from happening! “You can keep going,” she said, giving him an encouraging wink from under her tail. “Show me what you got, stud!”

With a heated breath against her most sensitive skin, Hitch went right back to it. Gently at first, just kissing her vulva over and over again, in different spots each time. But after a few more winks, he went for it and really started licking back there.

And what he had was ... not much, actually. If he was going to be real coltfriend material, she’d really have to train him how to please a mare! He was eager enough, and he had a really nice warm, gentle touch ... but he seemed to really have very little idea what he was doing. He just kind of licked her here and there all over. It felt nice, sure, but it was nowhere close to getting her off in a hurry. Which was a shame, because that shower had left her pretty pent-up. Even when he randomly happened to find just the right spot and she moaned in appreciation, he’d just wander along to another spot right after, instead of taking the hint and giving her more of what she needed.

All in all, it was leaving her more pent-up and frustrated than ever! What a tease!

And yet, he never seemed to get tired of it in the slightest. He kept going and going... Hmm, yeah. He would probably be really good at it once she taught him how. But she was in no mood for teaching right now. Right now, her patience was already completely worn out. But how to break it to him in a way that wouldn’t kill the mood?

Aha! “Hey,” she said, looking back at him again. “I’m ready for you, big boy. Wanna give it to me?”

He looked up, tilting his head to the side to look around the curve of her ass. His muzzle was so cute, dripping with her juices! “You mean...”

“Uh-huh.” She nodded. “Show me what that gorgeous cock of yours can really do!”

He glanced back at her pussy. She winked it at him.

“Well, um...” He gulped. “Okay... If you’re really sure you’re ready.”

Zipp actually laughed at that. “I’ve never been more ready in my whole life! Now come on, show me how a real stud does it!”

Moving as awkwardly as a wooden puppet held up with strings, Hitch stood back up behind her, and then he reared up even higher, planting his forehooves on top of her rump. Oh yeah – it was finally going to happen! Zipp braced herself, pushing back toward him, ready to finally feel his cock against her.

It took longer than she’d expected, but she finally felt the warm, broad tip of Hitch’s cock kissing against her pussy lips.

Zipp was done with waiting at that point. She pushed back again, harder, right at the same moment her pussy winked open. And the tip spread her entrance, sliding just a little bit inside.

Hitch gasped. “It’s ... it’s really in...”

She glanced back at him over her shoulder. “Come on – I know you’ve got more than just that!”

But he stayed right where he was. Which was a problem, because she was about at the limit of how far she could push back against him. Why was he staying put right there, with only his tip barely inside her?

“No, its...” he said, as if talking only to himself. “It’s just ... wow. I never expected to ... you know...”

Slowly, it was coming together. Hitch had always only wanted Sunny, and he’d never had Sunny, so... Zipp’s eyes went wide. “Oh shoot! Hitch! Is this your first time?”

He nodded. “Is ... is that okay?”

“Okay?” Zipp laughed. “I’ve always wanted to be with a real bona-fide virgin stallion! And now I’ve got, like, the best virgin stud ever! This is so cool!”

“Um... Thanks. I think?” His cock twitched inside her, but still didn’t move any deeper.

Zipp turned her head back forward, but was still smiling wide. “Alright – let’s make your first time special, big boy. Just ... you’re not gonna insta-bust inside me though, are you? You’d better warn me when you’re close.”

Finally, he slid a little deeper inside her, almost deep enough to touch her where she really needed it. “Uh... You probably don’t need to worry about that,” he said. “To be honest ... I actually just clopped myself off while you were finishing your shower.”

“Oh?” She giggled. “Was somepony a little worked up?” Probably not half as worked up as she was! Why couldn’t he get started actually fucking her yet?

“I... I couldn’t help it! I just had to clear my head... There was so much, so much wrong with what happened in there, and yet...”

Zipp looked back at him again. “Shut up and fuck me, Hitch. You’re not the only one who needs it bad.”

Thankfully, that brought Hitch back into it, brought his mind back to what he was doing – who he was doing. And finally, he started getting really serious about it. At first, he only slid his forehooves down from the top of her rump to the front of her hips, holding her by the waist, but then he was able to use that grip and leverage to really push his hips forward. He sank his entire cock into her in one huge thrust, slipping easily into her wet and welcoming pussy.

Well, easily for him. Zipp gasped and let out a shamefully girlish whimpering moan.

Instantly, Hitch stopped. “Oh no! Are you okay?”

She panted. “I’m ... fine. Just give me a minute to ... to adjust. You’re kinda on the bigger side, you know?” Holy crap! Were all earth pony stallions like this, or was it just Hitch? Because, honestly, he was right up there with the biggest she’d ever had! Eventually, though, she became a little more comfortable with the huge stiff rod rearranging her insides. Eventually, her body was able to accommodate his full size. Barely. “Alright,” she told him, “you can start moving again. Just ... take it easy, okay?”

To his credit, Hitch was as gentle as could be. He started off with slow, easy motions back and forth, barely pulling out at all before gradually sliding back in.

And wow, yeah. That hit the spot. Zipp moaned again – much more self-assured and more a sound of true enjoyment than shock this time. Going slow like this was actually really nice. It let her feel every detail. She could clearly feel his thick veins rippling against her inner walls, his burly medial ring stretching her tightness to the limit, his blunt tip gently kissing up against her deep inside. And the sheer size of him! Even with the big stallions she’d played around with before, she didn’t think any of them had ever made her feel so full before. It was like the warmth of his cock was spilling out through her whole body and filling far more than just her thirsty pussy.

Before long, though, Hitch’s virgin inexperience caught up with him. She could feel his forelegs trembling around the sides of her body. It must have been feeling so intense for him! And because of that, his thrusts started getting longer and faster – he was falling into the trap of trying to get an even more intense feeling by doing more.

Lucky for him, that was exactly what Zipp wanted at that moment. Her every breath was a little moan now. She couldn’t help it – it was like the pressure of Hitch’s cock just squeezed it right out of her like a squeaky toy. She never normally sounded like this during sex, and she’d be so embarrassed if anypony found out about how absolutely girly and overwhelmed she sounded. But there was no stopping it. She couldn’t pretend like Hitch’s cock wasn’t rocking her world right now.

Hitch was getting pretty into it, too. He was pushing so hard on every thrust, like his whole life depended on it. His head hunched down low against her, his breath hot against her withers in just the right way.

That primal instinct just couldn’t be denied. “Bite my mane!” she cried out.

Hitch stopped for a moment. “Huh? What?”

“Do it! And go faster!”

Thankfully, Hitch didn’t argue the point any further. Had he heard the desperation in her voice? The feeling of his teeth clenching down on the base of her mane made her legs go weak, and for a moment she was worried she wouldn’t be able to hold the both of them up anymore. But then he started thrusting again. Hard.

Zipp squealed like a virgin filly getting it for the very first time. She couldn’t help it. It just felt so right to feel him pulling her mane for that extra bit of leverage, that extra bit of push. She could feel his powerful muscles bunching up with every hard thrust, just as clearly as she could feel his huge cock shoving its imposing way into her soupy-wet and needy pussy. She was winking like crazy around the base of his cock as it moved in and out, her pussy clenching down as tightly as it could around his shaft.

“Hitch!” she cried out. Not even she knew what else she was trying to tell him, only that he was making her feel so incomprehensibly good, and she was about to ... to...

With a deep, explosive moan that didn’t sound girly in the slightest, Zipp finally came. Her whole body seized up, every muscle clenching as Hitch’s still-thrusting cock sent off wave after wave of fireworks inside her – all of them launched from deep inside her pussy, but shooting all through her body until she thought she would explode or shoot laser beams out of her eyes or grow an alicorn horn or something.

But all that actually happened was a squirt of marecum against Hitch’s clenching balls. And her pussy desperately milking his cock for that sweet, sweet taste of cum. His tip felt so right, flaring right up against her womb, ready to fill her up and breed her. Ready to...

Oh crap! Still trembling, she looked back at him in terror.

“Zipp!” He confirmed it with a deep moan. “Can’t hold it. I’m ... I’m gonna...”

She was not ready for foals! Not yet! But Zipp hadn’t been the playpony of the Zephyr Heights Royal Palace by being slow or easily swayed by the oh-so-perfect feeling of a stallion flaring deep inside her. Oh no. She could handle this. Even on the tail-end of her own orgasm, she knew exactly what to do.

Moving like lightning, she darted out from underneath Hitch, tearing herself out of his desperate grasp. He whimpered a little at the feeling of his achingly hard cock slipping out of her and into the cold air, but he wouldn’t have to suffer like that for long. Because a moment later, Zipp had turned herself around and nosed her way underneath him. She moved so fast that his front hooves never touched the ground – they came right back down over her shoulders.

Which left her face-to-face with the tip of Hitch’s cock, flared out wider than her hoof. Sweet pony heaven! Had that thing really fit inside her? No time to just stare at it in awe, though. She had a job to finish! Quickly, she set to licking the broad expanse of his tip, especially around the hole where it would be more sensitive. Unfortunately, with him flared this big, there was no way he was even going to fit inside her mouth, much less down her throat. But she made up for it by stroking the rest of him with her forelegs. Her lingering wetness on his shaft made the crook of her forelegs slide perfectly up and down his sturdy, stiff cock. Any moment now... Any moment now, and he’d...

Her only warning was a slight tightening of his grip around her shoulders. And she didn’t notice it in time, which caused the first thick jet of cum to miss her mouth entirely, instead splashing against her cheek and up against her hastily closed eye. But then she planted her lips in a lewd kiss right against the pulsing hole in the tip of his cock, and the rest of it was all hers.

And there was a lot! Had he really just clopped himself off minutes before? Because she didn’t think she’d ever had to swallow so hard trying to keep up with a stallion. But it was so worth it! Nothing like the feeling of massive wads of cum sliding down her throat with every desperate gulp. She hadn’t liked it at first, but over the course of her various adventures back home, she’d grown to love the feeling of it like none other. It was the reward for a job very well done, the ultimate sign of a stallion’s love ... or at least his lust. Every swallow meant, ‘Yes, you’re the best! You’re the one I want! You’re my favorite mare in all the world!’ And for a feeling like that, she was always hungry.

Even so, Hitch came close to fully satisfying that hunger. After dozens of thick pulses, each one enough to flood her whole mouth with gooey-warm cum, he was still going. Zipp moaned a little against his tip. Her pussy was still quivering on the inside, still wracked by little aftershocks of the long-overdue orgasm he’d given her. And probably making quite a puddle on his bedroom floor.

Finally, finally, he began to slow, each throb just as powerful as the ones before, but delivering less and less cum. Until, eventually, only a trickle came out, and his cock quickly started to go limp.

The rest of him went pretty limp, too. He had just enough control left to stumble back against his bed and sit back down right where she’d first found him.

This time, though, she got up and sat right next to him, cuddling up to his side and holding him close with both a hoof and her wing. Her pussy was definitely leaving a telltale wet stain on his sheets, but she didn’t care. What mattered now was being close to him. To Hitch. To her stallion.

Wow... Was he really hers now? Was she really going to settle down and go steady?

She glanced over at him, watched his deep chest rise and fall in desperate breaths as his wet cock slowly retreated into his sheath. Yeah ... she could do a lot worse than going steady with Hitch. A little inexperienced, sure, but she wouldn’t mind at all being the mare he experimented and learned with. It would be so much fun to watch him slowly get better and better at making her feel good. And it sure didn’t hurt that he was just so pony-plucking gorgeous...

He looked over at her with a big, dopey, loving grin. “Can we ... can we go again?”

“Already?” She laughed a little. Then kissed him. And – because why not? – kissed him again, deeper and messier this time. “Eager, aren’t ya?” But then she reached down and lifted up his cock. It was very soft now, though the flare was still swollen wide. And it fell back down like a limp rope. A thick, weighty limp rope ... but limp all the same. “I think you might need to take a little rest first, huh?”

He looked down at himself. “Oh ... yeah.”

Zipp used her other hoof to turn his head back toward him. And she kissed him again. Wow ... she’d never bothered with kissing much before, but she was really starting to like it now. “How about we finish that shower of yours, huh?” She’d only just now realized that she still had drizzles of cum on her face. She could use a shower again, too. Thankfully, Hitch didn’t seem to mind.

“And then...?”

She grinned. “If you can make it through the shower without blowing your load again, boyfriend, we can do it anytime you want.”

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