Sowing Seeds

AJ lounged on the bed, her brow knit and ground her thighs together in frustration. For all intents and purposes, she’d had a pretty relaxed day; she and Anon had brought some apples into town, ran a few errands, and eventually returned home with groceries for the family - still, as uneventful as everything had been, she’d grown increasingly frustrated since getting up that morning.

Waking up to find her package caged had been odd, but that hadn’t been the problem - the problem had begun the moment she stepped hoof out of the door. Though she was fully aware that nopony could see the metal affixed to her groin, the thought alone of traipsing about while the contraption was locked to her was both thrilling and stressful. As the hours had dragged on, doing her best to act naturally, a second, far more alarming issue had reared its ugly head - she’d started getting excited.

She never considered herself an exhibitionist by any means, still getting embarrassed when trying to act seductive for her lover, yet there was something about being in public while caged that tickled a part of her she didn’t know she had. The more aroused she got, the more uncomfortable the device got - the more uncomfortable she became, the more she yearned to flee back to the house with Anon for some relief. It was a vicious cycle, leaving her weary and desperate for some well-deserved satisfaction from her mate.

Adjusting herself, propping her back on the pillows under the headboard while splaying her legs, she stared down at her crotch in consternation. There were only two ways she could get off, either by using a dildo, something she didn’t own, or with Anon’s help - fortunately for her, having sensed her tense state, her lover had been more than happy to help her out. Her eyes shot to the bedroom door, hearing a pair of unmistakable footsteps from just outside, and her heart skipped a beat.

“Sorry,” he sighed, seeing himself in and closing the door behind himself. “Granny Smith wanted me to bring in a bag of oats.”

“It’s - uh - it’s fine,” she remarked, awkwardly rubbing the back of her neck. “So did you have anything specific in mind, or -”

“Face down, ass up,” he interrupted with a smirk.

Glowering over at him, she squinted. “So that’s how it is ~ huh? No warmup, no teasing - just gonna cut right to the chase and rut me like a…”

She trailed off as he pulled a long, thick dildo from out of his pants. There weren’t many times in her life when she’d been left dumbfounded, but this was definitely one of them. Rolling over and getting onto her belly, doing her best not to squish her coin purse between her thighs, she pressed her chest to the bedspread, arched her back, and swung her rear to the door. Buck it - if he wanted to spice things up with a sex toy, she was game.

“Mmm Mmm Mmm,” he approvingly hummed, wandering over and fetching a bottle of lube from their nightstand drawer. “Am I gonna have fun with you…”

Peeking over and watching him lubricate the dildo, she swallowed hard. Darned if she knew exactly where he was going to stick it, but she was too turned on to ask. She spread and braced her hind legs as he crawled onto the bed, tracking him with her eyes all the while. As his face disappeared behind her upturned rump, she quickly discovered exactly what he’d been planning to do with the dildo.

She jammed a forehoof to her snout, stifling a startled yelp, and held herself steady as the cool, slick toy prodded her backdoor. While she wasn’t a stranger to anal, the sensation of something other than Anon’s manhood against her was odd - not in a bad way, but it would take some getting used to. The pressure against her pucker gradually mounted, she steadily exhaled, and the toy slipped into her depths.

The rounded tip of the dildo glided over her prostate, sending a drop of pre-cum through her cage. It had only been a day since she’d been put in chastity - actually less than a full day, yet the excitement from earlier, the tinge of discomfort, and knowing she was about to get plowed like a field in spring was enough to leave her exceptionally desperate. Throwing her ass back, hilting herself on the toy, she came to a shuddering halt when she felt something warm between her lower lips.

“Patience,” he snickered, patting and grabbing her waist with his free hand. “Such a needy little mare. Don’t worry, I’ll give you everything you need…”

The moment he finished speaking, he thrust his hips forward and buried his manhood in her snatch. She’d had her ass played with more times than she could count, her marehood had been practically remolded by Anon’s cock, yet having both of her holes filled was in a blissful league all its own. A slatternly moan escaped her, drool crept past her lips, and she instinctively tightened around his shaft as he started lazily screwing her.

She’d heard that double-penetration was an intensely pleasurable experience, but the stories didn’t do it justice. The feeling of fullness was indescribable, setting her nerves alight. She would have been happy if he’d simply fucked her himself, yet he’d had bigger, far better plans in store. Gripping the base of the toy, he angled it downward to crush her tender p-spot.

“Oh buck,” she mewled, shaking from the tips of her hooves to the top of her head.

If he was having any trouble juggling the dildo and fucking her, he gave no sign - if anything, he seemed more energetic than he usually did in bed. Pumping the silicone length with one hand, while pumping his hips and rubbing her back, he delivered his promise with startling ease. He’d said he would give her everything she needed, and he did just that.

One of the brighter sides about being a dickmare was that she had more erogenous zones than most, having both a prostate and a g-spot within her silken depths. Under ordinary circumstances, her endurance with amorous affairs was top tier, and it wasn’t uncommon for her to outlast Anon for a round or two, but the circumstances were far from ordinary. Even though access to her tool had been fully negated, she was skyrocketing to her limit within mere minutes.

“Good mare,” he cooed, leaning over and kissing her collar. “You gonna cum for me when I breed you?”

The dirty talk did nothing to hinder her rapidly approaching climax, nor did the steady Plap Plap Plapof his balls slapping her taut coin purse. Doing her darnedest to give as good as she got, constricting around him on his backstrokes while relaxing on his plunges, her body rebelled against her. Her knees buckled and threatened to give out, she quietly whimpered with his every thrust, and her eyes rolled to the back of her head. Chastity or not, she teetered on the brink.

Seconds stretched to minutes and longer still, as his carnal assault stretched into what felt like a small eternity. Slipping a hoof under herself, instinctively reaching for her groin, her frog graced the warmed, pre-cum slickened metal of her cage. The frustration of being unable to finish herself off, reminding her that she couldn’t touch herself if she wanted to, was what ultimately did her in.

She threw her head back and howled, every muscle about her well-built frame seizing and shivering uncontrollably, as cum gushed from her trapped stallionhood. The overwhelming bliss that consumed her was like nothing she’d ever experienced before, somehow more intense than if she’d actually used her cock at all, and she nearly blacked out because of it. Anon’s pace quickened to that of a jackhammer, driving her body forward and back, while he sought to join her through the gates of nirvana.

While she couldn’t say exactly how much longer he ended up fucking her, she climaxed another two times before everything was said and done. Grunting and slavering all over herself, relishing the heat and warmth of the seed flooding into her, she collapsed and heaved air into her chest. To say it was an incredible experience would have been an understatement, and that had been after only a single day of wearing her cage.

Shudderingly lifting her head, once he’d pulled his cock from her winking cunt, she exhaustedly watched him get to the floor and walk to the bathroom. Though she couldn’t see it, she could feel his essence pouring from her gaped, suddenly vacant marehood, down her inner thigh, and to the blanket beneath her. Had he been anypony else, she doubted she’d have been left in such a pitiful state - mercifully for her, thank Celestia, that wasn’t the case. He smiled back at her from the bathroom door, slowing as he cleared his throat.

“Don’t worry,” he whispered, “I’ll get you cleaned up. Just bask in it for a bit.”

“A…all right,” she muttered, barely able to form the words.

She needed a shower, she was going to need sleep, and the bed sheets were a mess, but she couldn’t move even if she’d wanted to. Left to his caring, very capable hands, she concentrated on collecting herself and making sense of what had just happened. If being in chastity for a day had been like this, she couldn’t fathom what it would be like after she’d had the thing on for longer…