Motley's dance

by Dovaki

Rating: mature
Tags: Slice of Life, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, Alternate Universe, Original Character, Porn, Fetish, Sex, Fallout, Profanity
Length: 7646

A flexible pegasus performs a juicy hot dance for her stallion, which leads to fetish-flavored sex.

Equestrian Wasteland. Underground bunker. Cozy bedroom. A flexible pegasus performs a juicy hot dance for her stallion, which leads to fetish-flavored sex.

1) Completely self-contained story, but directly related to Fallout: Equestria - Parallelism
2) All the characters are +18
3) Formally, contains a human in the form of a pony (Daniel), but that fact is not utilized in any way here
4) Present tense

Author of coverart: Misty Horyzon (now - Fuwa)
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Disclamer: The text of the story is purposefully designed to be read and sexually arousing, it is not instructive or inducing in any way inappropriate, and what happens has little to do with reality. Fantasy should remain fantasy. Enjoy the reading!

Tags: duo, stallion/mare, male/female, pegasus, unicorn, erotic dance, masturbation by telekinesis, fluids, a bit of hoof fetish, multiple orgasm, blowjob, cunnilingus, vaginal penetration, flexible mare, a cock rubs crotchboobs, cum in mouth and pussy.

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Published 2024-02-16 22:10:01 UTC
Last updated 2024-02-16 22:10:01 UTC

Motley's dance

In an underground bunker in a cozy, well-furnished and spacious bedroom with blue walls in the style of a Stable, a fully naked beige pegasus dances with passion. Her shoulder-length chestnut-colored mane sways in time with her movements, while her luxurious tail of the same color follows the sway of her rounded hips with the cutie mark of swirling autumn leaves. Her wings are clasped tightly to her body. The white light of the lamp casts her shadow on the blue carpet beneath her hooves.

She bounces springily on the spot, raising and lowering her legs in pairs with expressive sequence and tempo, obeying the inner music—cheerful and invigorating, but not at all intense and vigorous, so as not to tire. This kind of dance softens the muscles and energizes the body, like shaking a bottle of sparkling water. She is always intoxicated by the feeling of a heated body.

Standing up on her hind legs, she presses her front legs against her chest and gracefully spins gracefully in place like a whirlpool. No one and nothing distracts her, she is bewitched by the freedom of her body. No thoughts, no worries.

After a couple seconds, she slows down, casually spreading her front legs apart while continuing to maneuver on her hind legs. Her ears catching someone's breath, she turns around to the source, expecting to see a particular pony. The first thing she notices is the fixed gaze of the blue eyes of a beige unicorn with a black mane standing at the entrance to the room: his mouth ajar at the hypnotic sight before him. And noticing her staring at him, he swallows with difficulty the viscous saliva that has built up in his mouth.

"Do you want to sleep?" the beige mare asks him, continuing to move nimbly on her hind legs, enjoying the touch of the soft carpeting.

"No," he almost whispers.

"Wonderful. Neither do I."

Motley turns her back to him and spreads her wings to the side, wagging her rump with casual grace. Her chestnut tail hangs down, swaying slightly but generally between two firm buttocks. She wants to demonstrate to him the power of inner energy through dance. An energy that feels as if it could jump on him and make him dizzy. She is driven to ecstasy by the desire to show her stallion, which makes her heart flutter with joy, what her body can do, to make him desire her.

"Do you like what you see?"

"You bet I do," Daniel says.

The pegasus doesn't see him licking his lips at that moment, but she recognizes it from the tone of his response anyway. Daniel doesn't see the smug and proud smile on the dancer's lips. An intoxicating wave of pleasure sweeps through her body at the realization that his blue eyes are now running lewdly over her naked body, and a pleasant warmth builds in her lower abdomen in response.

And indeed. Daniel can't look away from the attractive curves of the pegasus who is showing off in front of him. His body reacts immediately: it's as if something has moved between his legs, preparing to fill with a sweet heaviness.

"Then sit next to me and... enjoy, sweetheart."

Daniel closes the doors with anticipation, and lies belly down on the edge of the bed closer to Motley, who continues to move smoothly to the rhythm of her dance.

"No," she says. "Sit differently. So I can see all of you."

He hesitates a second to figure out the best pose for her, but he finds nothing else to do but sit with his rump on the edge of the bed, hind legs hanging down and spread wide. The dark beige sack with the two balls and the stallion's still flaccid member are immediately in the focus of the pegasus's multicolored eyes, yellow and blue. She makes an effort not to lose concentration at the sight of the stallion's tantalizing crotch. Memories of his scent and taste numb her mind for a moment as a deft tongue licks between her thighs.

"Just what I need. And now... don't be shy about anything," she mutters, standing one pony away.

Spread and strong beige wings playfully cover her body from the front, hiding her belly and what's below. Her pelvis continues to swing from side to side like a pendulum. Motley's blue and yellow eyes sneak a glance at Daniel's cock, her lips moving restlessly, eager to feel it all over.

Daniel keeps his gaze on her beige body: the luxurious shoulder-length mane, the pretty face, the sweet nose, the soft lips, the strong neck, and the fluffy fur on her chest that begs for his nose to burrow into it. Everything below that was already hidden by well-groomed, scrubbed wings. He had seen her charms before, touched and caressed them, but each time he wanted more. This pony knows how to show off in an enticing way what has been seen before, or even licked. His cock was slowly filling with blood and increasing in size.

"Come on... I told you," she purrs with excitement in a soft voice, "enjoy... Besides, I wonder how a unicorn does it."

She had never once seen him pleasuring himself with his telekinesis before, much less when he would be looking at her from the side while doing so. These musings give her body an exhilarating shiver that makes her hind legs nearly buckle at the knees. Among her frequent fantasies are stallions who sneak peeks or openly watch her when she is in provocatively explicit positions or when she plays with her hoof clamped firmly between her thighs. Firm and taut from constant training. She had no greater desire now than to watch the stallion playing with his cock, which continued to grow larger with each pulsation from the sight of her body in front of her eyes.

He doesn't need to be asked twice. The sweet tingle in his throbbing member becomes less and less bearable. He smiles, aware of the pegasus' desires, his twisted horn glowing with blue magical light, and a cloud of similarly colored magic enveloping the sensitive dark beige shaft pointing toward the ceiling. A sigh of relief escapes his lips, and immediately his telekinesis mimics the full-length stroke, intensifying the pleasure and making every part of his cock swell with hot lust.

Motley doesn't immediately realize that her cheeks are burning, captivated by the stallion's play with her erection. Her passion takes over her shy desires and she involuntarily bites her lower lip. The large blue cloud slowly descends to the base, reaching her scrotum, and rises upward at the same rate to the tip. Blinking, she remembers that she's the one entertaining her stallion, not the other way around, arousing him with the movements of her body. She needs to try her best to reward him accordingly.

She comes to her senses just in time, as Daniel would soon begin to get bored if nothing changed in front of his eyes.

"Magical..." Motley whispers with eager, and he hears. She concentrates on the next steps with steadfast determination. "Try to get into the rhythm of my movements."

Motley deftly stands on four legs facing Daniel, wings folded. With a thrill of excitement, she feels the contact area of the inside of his thighs gradually becoming slick with her hot secretions. Leaning forward, she bends her front legs and crosses them, resting her chin on them, spreading her back legs wide. Her eyes are level with the cloud of magic on his cock, and just above her is the stallion's gaze enthralled with her, locked with anticipation.

He swallows his drool greedily, seeing the languidly covered multicolored eyes above the tip and the satisfied smile on his beige face. His gaze travels higher, along her back bent toward him with her wings folded, and reaches her ass where her chestnut-colored tail began in the center. The white light of the chandelier falls from above on her hips, topped with a display of yellow leaves. The illuminated roundnesses, as if sensing his blue eyes on them, begin to sway from side to side. Slowly and imperceptibly at first, then increasing in width.

A wave of warmth swept over Daniel, making him clench his itching cock tighter with his telekinesis. The pleasurable sight of the mare bowed before him, wiggling her ass, complemented by the spreading of her trained wings. Sitting at the edge of the soft bed, he admired her pose, eager to see the view from the backside.

Pleased to see Daniel's face, the pegasus straightens up with her wings folded and dances in place in a slow pace. Springily working her knees, she turns her left side toward him and then turns to him with her buttocks and tail pressed against her crotch. Nevertheless, she does not let him see everything there, turning further to his right side. And so on round and round: the right side is replaced by buttocks and tail, vigorously twirling them in front of his face for about a second, and then turns to the left side.

"Try to see something," she mumbles in a teasing tone as she continues to twirl her body from right to left and left to right.

"Just a little slower," he says. His eyes keep up with her, just not in time to enjoy it.

She completely ignores his request, at times she refuses to stop at all, so Daniel doesn't recognize the sequence of the movements. She feels her body heat up even more, her breathing becoming more frequent and the inside of her thighs filling with pleasure. The individual hairs of her pinned chestnut tail teasing her soaking pussy, increasing her arousal and desire for the touch of something soft, firm or...

She cast an eager glance at the cock in the shrouded cloud of magic, biting her lower lip absently .

...or hard. She restrained herself from the temptation to move closer and feel it inside her right now. But it's too early for fulfillment. The agile pegasus hadn't shown him everything yet.

"What a cute butt you have," Daniel says with a dreamy breath.

It's the last straw, she can't hide it from him anymore, and the tingling tail doesn't make it any easier. She turns her back to him, stands up on her hind legs, placing her front ones on the back of her head, and begins to wiggle her ass in long, slow movements like a swing. Left, right, left, right. The relaxed tail swings from side to side like a broomstick even wider than the wiggles of the beige buttocks, rising as high as possible as they move left or right. The mare strives to give the stallion as free a view as possible.

A new wave of lust rushes through Daniel's body as he sees the jiggling beige roundness and the glistening moisture between them. His mouth goes dry, unconsciously licking himself and feeling the urge to press his lips to it.

"What do you think, huh?" Motley purrs, not turning around or slackening the pace of his wagging croup.

"Can't... Can't take my gaze off," Daniel barely utters, mouth ajar.

The words sent pleasant shivers running down her back that made her wings flush and shudder—at times like this, nothing sweeter simply exists.

"Well... don't," she says.

She's having trouble controlling her speech herself. Soon the carefully restrained urges to run up to Daniel will make it impossible for her to speak at all. She also realizes that she needs to wrap it up or he'll cum before she can place her lips on him.
Indeed, he feels his cock throbbing at its limit and he would like to get some kind of touch from Motley, but she is radiating such a strong sexual energy in front of him that he doesn't mind cumming with his own telekinesis.

Without turning around, Motley walks closer to him on her hind legs, almost at point-blank range to his hard member, and immediately stands on her front legs, throwing her hind legs up to the ceiling—the unicorn feels the breeze on his face as her hooves flashed very close to his eyes, almost touching his face. He displays bewilderment and the magic around his cock dissipates, but the pegasus knows her capabilities and senses the space around her—everything was calculated.

A second later, Daniel comes to his senses, realizing he's staring at a beige belly turned toward him. The fit, athletic belly of a mare who regularly practiced dancing and martial arts. His gaze drifts lower, Motley's face watching him with a smile upside down between her front legs, her brown mane hair spread haphazardly across the blue carpet.

"You like it?" she asks effortlessly. The abrupt change in posture helped ease the heat in her pelvis, but only temporarily, for from this angle she had an equally pleasing sight before her eyes.

"Observing such a beautiful body up close? Absolutely..." he says and his gaze slides upward: over the prominent fur on her breasts, her belly, between the two bulges with nipples on top. And stops at her crotch glistening from the white light of the chandelier. Her two hind legs pressed tightly together, her slick beige fur from the hot moisture clearly visible at this distance on the inside of her thighs. But his gaze didn't have time to linger there for long.

Motley smiles self-satisfied, listening to the tone of his words. She steps cautiously so as not to lose her balance, steps closer to him, and with her hind leg slowly reaches up to his face, tipping the other one back for counterbalance. In a second, arching beautifully, she touches the tip of his nose with the frog of her hoof.

Boop.

His blue eyes are instantly drawn to the unexpected softness against his face. The frog is so tender and soft, and as he inhales in surprise, he discovers that she smells captivating.

"Say that more often," Motley adds without removing the hoof from his nose. His hot breath tickles pleasantly. "I love to feel the praise in your voice."

"Stay close, then I'll say often," he says, feeling himself smile.

The pegasus doesn't answer, but lets out a brief and subtle "hmmm" as if agreeing to such a tempting offer.

From the hoof on her nose, his gaze takes a quick trip along the curves of her beige leg, runs up her thigh, and then stops abruptly and gets lost in the curves of her crotch. The dark beige swollen labia, copiously coated with moisture, glisten attractively from the falling light. Between them on the stallion's side, her small pink clitoris peeks out shyly. Because of the pose, her anus and dock are out of his sight.

Motley lets him enjoy her pussy for a few seconds, removes her hoof from his nose, and pulls her hind legs back up toward the ceiling. She backs away from Daniel a little and starts twirling her hind legs in different directions. One to the left and one to the right, tilting her rump slightly toward the stallion, giving him a better view of what's under her tail: in addition to the two bulging pieces of skin, a little higher up he can see the firm dark beige ring of her anus, and farther away, her dock.

"Beautiful view," Daniel says with a gasp, enveloping his cock once again in a blue cloud of magic. His body tenses with the burning need to get up and rub against the soft and slippery terrain of her crotch, but in this position, he just can't reach. On the other hand, she's comfortable enough to walk over and nuzzle his face there without leaning down.

Motley has an equally exciting look. With her upside down, his balls in their dark beige sack dangled upward and his hard cock sticking out downward, blocking his view of the stallion's face.

Motley begins to move his hind legs gracefully. One forward, one back. He spreads them apart. Presses them tightly together. Crosses them over each other.

"I love your elegant legs," Daniel adds, feeling pleasant tingles in his pelvis.

The heat of arousal inside Motley becomes unbearable, but not just because of his pleasant words—the muscles and skin of her heated crotch are in constant motion, and the fur on the inside of her thighs are touching and rubbing against each other. In addition, the stallion's cock looms before her eyes: the sack of two balls now, because of her body and explicit motions, becomes heavy with semen. Hot, flavorful and sticky.

Her patience evaporates and she stops. Without lowering herself onto her hind legs, she steps back up to Daniel, and before he can think of anything, she pushes her front ones off the carpet, pouncing gracefully on him. He instinctively leans back and falls backwards onto the bed. She stands over him, her back legs at the sides of his head and her front legs at the sides of his pelvis. In less than a second, the stallion finds himself beneath the mare with a perfect view from above, her brown tail casting a shadow over her buttocks and her wet pussy visible between her thighs.

"I need a tip for my services," Motley mutters.

In front of her face, his cock pulses, as if shuddering with loneliness. She stands with a frozen face, staring at it with greedy eyes. For a moment, confusion overwhelms her—where should she start first? She wants to do everything with it at once. She inhales deeply, smelling his familiar scent, which sends a pleasant wave down her spine, as if after a hard day's work she's finally sitting down to her favorite meal at home. And the answer came to her, or rather, her brain sent a clear command without hesitation: she stuck out her tongue, pressing her entire width against the shaft of the dark beige cock.

Daniel, who had been staring dumbly at her labia from above for the first few seconds after the change of scenery to the six-nine position, shudders at the pleasant touch of the soft tongue. Before his brain could fully process the sensations, the mare's tongue, leaving a glistening trail of moisture, moved to the sensitive tip. A second pleasant and slightly tickling wave of pleasure washed over him, forcing him to inhale noisily and long.

The sound is to the mare's liking, but much more pleasurable from the warm hardness on her tongue. Some pre-cum has already pooled on the tip from his urethra—Daniel is close. She's kept him too long and there will be less time for pleasure, but she's not worried about it, hoping for a second round. She licks off a drop, thus caressing his sensitive tip, slowly tasting him. His scent fuels her lust harder and harder, wanting more.

Daniel tries to collect his thoughts and get used to the sensation of her firm tongue, and seems to succeed... but then his entire pelvic area tightens violently, as if he'd been electrocuted—the mare is playing with his urethra with the tip of her tongue, unsuccessfully trying to penetrate it.

"Aaah... fuck..." he moans through his teeth. It's like honey for her ears.

Leaving his little hole alone, the mare smiles broadly, and vigorously kisses the tip.

"Love it," she adds.

Daniel regains his breath, feeling his mouth dry. His eyes return to her crotch. The horn flashes blue: he uses telekinesis to bring her firm croup closer to his face. The multicolored eyes widen with surprise, having felt the cluster of magic on her thighs. She lifts her right hind leg in a lightning fast motion, her hoof once again rushing towards his face and resting against his nose. At this sudden action, Daniel dispels his magic, surprised at the explanation, feeling the gentle softness of her frog and her scent for the second time in a day.

"Later," Motley says, keeping her greedy eyes on his cock. She realizes her level of arousal and doesn't want to be distracted by his caresses. "Now... you just lie there and enjoy, sweetie."

She thoroughly waters her lips and wraps them tightly around his tip, forgetting to remove her hoof from his face and nose, as it seemed to Daniel. But Motley had discovered the previous time that she liked the feel of his hot breath into her frog.

Daniel lies there in slight bewilderment, but he has no desire to resist. The soft part of her hooves, the scent emanating from there, it is all taken interestingly at the moment. Perhaps because of the arousal burning in his body.

Meanwhile, the mare moistens the cock with her mouth and gradually takes it deeper and deeper, generating the smacking sounds that fill the room. The period of wet sounds becomes longer and longer as more and more of the length is taken. She is completely absorbed in the process, forgetting everything around her except for Daniel's breathing under her hoof, by the rhythm of which she determines his level of pleasure. Feeling the warmth and thickness of his cock filling her mouth, the way it occasionally rests against her cheek, she closes her eyes and concentrates on those sensations, trying not to catch him with her teeth.

Daniel looks relaxedly at her moist crotch, at her appealing swollen labia, and licks greedily, almost hitting the soft part of her frog with the tip of his tongue. Her brown tail above him faintly wobbles in rhythm with the movements of her head. The rough tongue and tight lips slip soundly over the surface of his member. With each downward movement of her head, he feels the pressing heaviness and slight tickle of her chestnut mane against the bed in his pelvis, and as she moves upward, her hot mouth, sucking in as if pulling him along.

"Your mouth is so warm..."

Motley's heart bounces joyfully in her chest, hearing him pleasure. She opens her eyes and notices she's getting closer and closer to the bottom. She lifts her front left leg, trying to distribute her weight and keep her balance so she doesn't crush Daniel's nose with her right hind leg. With a slurping sound, she releases his cock from her mouth, catching her breath, and with her front leg she lifts the dark beige sack by the bottom—a pleasant tingle runs through her body from his weight. Her head immediately bends down to his balls, pressing her cheek against the cock moistened by her mouth and rubbing against it.

Daniel with her hoof on his face is tickled by her fur, which immediately affects his ragged breathing. Motley's wet and hot tongue licks his scrotum, concentrating on his balls, even managing to greedily nip one of them with her lips. She releases it with an audible smack, and returns to sucking, accompanied by Daniel's satisfied sigh of pleasure.

Continuing to work her mouth and tongue eagerly, Motley holds the sack with her front left foot and takes the cock deep enough to reach it with her nose. Her hind hoof blows the hot breath of the long moan. Stunned by the overwhelming experience, especially the throat straining from his cock, Motley loses her composure slightly and presses harder against Daniel's nose. His head sinks a little more into the mattress of the bed.

A slight bewilderment joins the blissful expression on his face, but so far the sensation isn't painful, so he doesn't try to resist. Moreover, being at his limit, he finds that the beige pegasus' throaty grip on his cock is perceived bright and fresh because of the novelty—her hoof presses his head against the mattress, and his nose is so immersed in that frog softness that he only has to breathe through his mouth.

A familiar tension builds across his pelvis, and his cock begins to tingle from deep in her throat.

"Soon..." Daniel lets it out with a sound like his nose is stuffed up with a cold.

Motley raises her head sharply—her brown mane bobbing springily—and releases his cock, releasing his sack and inhaling loudly as if she's dredged up from underwater, and on the next exhalation utters, "Fill me."

The cock that had been exposed to the cold is back in her mouth, her lips gripping it tightly around the shaft and her tongue vigorously caressing the tip and urethra.

A long moan filled with sweet ecstasy escapes Daniel's lungs. The muscles of his pelvis surge with energy that immediately goes into motion, like an underwater stream pushing the body to the surface and comes together at one point. His mind clouds over. A hot stream of cum hits the wall of her mouth, causing Motley to stop her tongue and hum in relief. She grips his cock tighter as it spews viscous fluid in jolts, filling her mouth. The liquid that had been filling in his balls as she jerked over her body—that realization makes a shiver run through her from the ears to the dock, making her brown tail flick.

Her crotch has long been bubbling with arousal, and with Daniel's orgasmic moans into her frog and the feel of his sticky cum on her tongue, her head spins, blowing pulses into her ass to fall on his face. Her knees prepare to betray her, but even though aching for the touch of his tongue or something hard, she holds herself back.

The last remnants spewing into Motley's mouth, she removes her hind leg from the unicorn's face. Daniel sighs in relief as he feels his cock gradually soften in the embrace of her lips. With a sucking sound, she releases him, locking her lips together. She doesn't move, covering her eyes and savoring his warmth in her mouth.

Panting for breath, Daniel only now notices a drop of her secretions stretched out on her wet labia. At the same moment it comes off and falls on his nose. Hot, glistening and flavorful. He also notices how her back legs are tightened to the limit. He doesn't have to wonder why.

"I see you're in desperate need of my touch."

She swallows his cum—her tip for the dance—with effort but unquenchable greed, then turns to face him. Her lips are still pressed tightly together, lustful lights leaping in her blue and yellow eyes. Motley lies back down beside him, moving closer to the headboard, and rests her head on the pillows. Her hind legs spread apart, the curls of her brown tail spread haphazardly across the white blanket. Between her lips sticks out her tongue, which has just bathed in his murky white liquid. She twirls it playfully from side to side with a look of, "Now it's your turn."

Daniel doesn't hesitate to roll over onto his belly and crawl over to her. He tilts his head, ending up between her beige thighs. The pegasus watches his approach with frozen anticipation. The tip of his beige nose stops a few inches away, nostrils flaring as he inhales. By the look in his eyes, he is clearly enjoying the power of her scent. Her body instinctively moves toward him, no longer able to bear it.

"I wish," she says in a panting voice, still feeling the flavor of his cock on her lips, "that you'd... go ahead and... fuck me right now... but I realize your... buddy needs time."

"Soon..." Daniel smiles.

Her puffed up pussy though heated, she feels his hot breath on her. Thoughts collide and jumble in her head from the unbearable anticipation.

"Don't hesitate..." she pleads in an almost pitiful voice. "Act quickly."

She thinks that if he doesn't bury that adorable nose of his into her right now, she's going to wrap her hind legs around him and pin him down herself. She's going to shove him in there!

Daniel can clearly see those intentions on her face. Without a moment's hesitation, he opens his mouth and presses his tongue full width against the two bulging lines of her labia, running it upward and licking off the copious hot moisture. A wave of shivers ripples through her body from the surprise—her hind legs and tail faintly kicked up.

"Oooh..." there's a mixture of relief and desire for more in her voice. Her cheeks blaze with the overflowing lewd things Daniel can do with his tongue.

Before Motley knows it, that same tongue is down again, to a point just above her plump ring. And at the same pace he runs it upward, probing every spot of her pussy, oozing with secretions like juice from a crushed peach. The two ponies' gazes met. His blue eyes look down at her over the two nipples.

Daniel's tongue makes another run from bottom to top, a little slower than the previous time. Motley sighs curtly as she continues to look up at him, biting her lip. Her front legs are tucked close to her body, but so as not to block her view of what's going on between her legs.

"I like," Daniel says, defiantly licking himself and tasting her, "the way you're looking at me."

Motley didn't realize her face could get so hot. She can't help looking at him now—something under her furry chest tingles lightly but pleasantly. Her gaze rises for a moment a little higher, to the stallion's twisted horn suddenly flashing with blue light. The next moment, she feels her labia sliding apart.

Daniel noses into her without delay, slipping his tongue inside and keeping his eyes on the pegasus's face, which is lit up with white light. His tongue actively enjoys touching the slippery walls of her vagina while his breath warms her crotch.

Warm bliss spreads through her body. At the same time, she feels both relief and the tension that has gripped the muscles of her pelvic area. Her hind legs involuntarily wrap around his neck and pull him against her. She closes her eyes for a moment, surrendering to the sensations and moaning softly.

Daniel's beige ears react to every sound she makes. By it, he guides when to pick up the pace and when it's best to let her catch her breath. His tongue relentlessly continues to pleasure Motley, both inside her vagina and outside. Periodically, the tip of his tongue focuses solely on her clitoris. At times his lips come into play, tightly wrapping around and trying to pull her soft labia and clitoris into him. They make such lewd sounds down below that the heat on her cheeks burns more intensely.

"Pretty tongue..." she whispers, opening her eyes and meeting his gaze, which is filled with an intoxicating expression.

Through the lust raging in her head, the information from her sensations pound into her mind, namely the one that reminds her that she still has the taste of his cum in her mouth. That becomes the final straw that raises a tingling wave in her lower belly.

"Don't stop just... I'm here..."

Daniel doesn't even think about stopping, feeling all the sounds, her hot wetness on his face and the expressive flavor making his own arousal pour back down below. His hardening cock rests against the sheet, giving him a sweet urge to rub against it, but he decides to save his strength for the pegasus. With his head, he feels her trained thighs begin to press his head harder into her. He is unable to work his mouth and tongue as freely. The pressure on his head increases, the muscles in her legs seem to harden and begin to shake faintly.

Motley exhales long and frantically, as if immersed in cold water as her orgasm swept over her mind in a feverish wave, allowing her to think of nothing but the sweet sensations below. Daniel admires the expression on her face: the relaxed tip of her tongue sticking out of her open mouth, her gaze lost somewhere in the ceiling, and the eyebrow above her right eye—unlike her left—reaching up to her chestnut mane.

After a few seconds, her body goes limp and the thighs that had been clutching her head release Daniel. Motley inhales deeply and contentedly. The unicorn on her right side lies down next to her. She gives him dreamy eyes, and immediately their lips with the remnants of each other's fluids intertwine in a long kiss.

Motley's pensive gaze drifts to Daniel's lower belly. To her pleasant surprise, she sees the dark beige cock throbbing there again.

"I see," she licks herself, "you're ready. It won't be the right evening for me without it inside, if anything."

"That won't happen," he says, standing up. She pulls her back legs apart and he hovers over her, casting his shadow over her and spreading his front legs to the sides of her head, her brown hair lying haphazardly on the pillow.

The twitching cock hangs over her belly like a crane boom over the ground, its tip pointing toward her face—the sight of it makes her pelvis tingle with the need to take it in. Daniel spreads his hind legs even wider, his rump lowers, and his cock lays between two of her nipples. She feels him throbbing. He begins to move his pelvis and rub over her crotchboobs.

"So simple?" she asks with a sly smile, feeling the warm weight on her and realizing the upcoming pose, but her triviality doesn't bother the mare at all, frozen in languid anticipation.

"Got a better idea?"

"Yes... but I need to catch my breath. You start, and then... you'll see."

Daniel enjoys her crotchboobs, moving between them. He alternately guides his head to the left and right, gently touching her gradually hardening nipples. She stares mesmerized at the cock that is rubbing her boobs in circular motions. Daniel's horn flashes and a blue haze of telekinesis forms around his cock, which he uses to lift it up and slap it lightly with a fleshy sound on her motherly bulges.

"Enjoying it, huh?" Motley asks, not looking away from what's happening.

Daniel pushes his pelvis back, lowering it just a little, and with the tip of his cock he probes the two folds of her hot pussy, moistening against her juice. He uses telekinesis to guide the tip to her clit, which causes a loud gasp of anticipation from Motley, and after adjusting his pose a bit, he presses the shaft of his cock against her labia, pushing them slightly apart, and slides it up and down.

The pegasus opens her mouth and begins to breathe louder as she watches the tip of his cock occasionally show between her two crotchboobs. Most distinctively, she feels the moisture—glazed hardness that presses into her crotch and rubs against her clit. She stares into the stallion's blue eyes with a look of intense need to merge with him in a kiss. He has no problem reading her desire. Without losing his pace, he leans his head down and their lips touch, feeling each other's aroused breath.

Daniel's lips continue to experience her soft tender lips and his pelvis pauses and with magic the head of his cock rests against her folds below. He increases the pressure and the tip finds itself in the tight embrace of her pussy. With his mouth he catches the intoxicating breath coming from her chest. Throughout the plunge of his throbbing length into her hot depths, he doesn't break the kiss.

Motley with Daniel's lips on his own, she enjoys not only their softness, but also the thickness of them that fills her from the inside down below, moving deeper and deeper. The heart in her chest beats faster from the sensation. The kiss breaks and they look at each other.

"Finally..." she whispers with a gasp. Her cheeks burn. "Stay in me."

Instead of a verbal response, she sees the deep pleasure on his face. He clearly doesn't want to leave her slippery, tight embrace, which almost makes his knees buckle. He slowly pushes his pelvis back, and enjoys the pleasurable slide over the soft walls of her vagina. As soon as only the tip is left inside her, he freezes and plunges back in at the same pace, but only half his length. And then it moves back again.

Motley shifts her gaze from the pleasure in the unicorn's eyes to what's happening in her lower belly, and back again. She inhales audibly with each of his inward thrusts, and exhales as he moves outward. In both cases, waves of tickling sweetness rise in her crotch. She hears his unsteady breathing from his enjoyment of her. Her front left leg rests on her stomach closer to her crotchboobs, his cock sliding underneath. And her right leg lifts up to Daniel's front leg and wraps around it, demanding more physical contact.

"Do you want anything else?" he asks, and begins to pick up the pace.

"Yes... Can you... massage my hind hooves with your magic?"

Daniel's horn flashes with blue light, and the next moment Motley feels the gentle pressure of his magic where she asked. The touch of his magic intensifies the tingling sensation in her crotch, making the satisfaction of his cock inside her brighter and more tangible—her back legs trembling slightly from the overwhelming sensations. From her pussy, encircling the cock sliding back and forth, the juice flow down to her firm anus ring, further down to her dock, and from it a thin trickle runs down to the sheet.

"Oh... that feels so good..."

The dark beige cock emerges from the depths of her vagina and the spread folds of her labia, glistening faintly with her moisture, and then disappears inside her. Squelching sounds are heard, drowned out by the excited breathing of both ponies. Daniel's pelvis is working fast, but not yet at full depth. Only occasionally does he make deep, sharp thrusts, as if he's squeezing joyful moans out of the mare beneath him.

Motley is getting tired of lying on the soft bed. She wants to move herself, to set her own pace and depth of penetration of this cock, but she has another picture in mind. The thought of it sends a thrilling shiver through her body.

"It's time..." Motley says, and moans—Daniel is deep inside her at this point, his scrotum slamming down on her anus with all its weight. Daniel freezes in anticipation, he feels like his buddy is on fire from the bubbling blood and the tightness of her vagina. "It's time..." Motley repeats, coming to her senses, "to show you something. Come on. let me up."

Daniel slips out of her with a squelching sound. He watches as the pegasus returns to the spot where she had been dancing and gets into a pose few can do. Standing with her hind legs spread wide, she leans forward, curling up, her face upside down appearing between her hind legs. Her head slips between them. Her front legs extend in the opposite direction of her head, using them as a support to keep her from flipping forward. The back of her chestnut mane rests against the blue carpet, and her face turns to her crotch - a little more flexibility and she could reach her nose to her clit.

"That's it..." Motley utters in relief, looking at her labia. She leans her head back and sees Daniel's surprised eyes and mouth open. "I'll have a better view now. Do you like it?"

The very sight of her pose generates tingling sensations in him. Her chestnut tail is thrown back on her back, exposing her crotch glistening with plentiful moisture before him. That was hard for any stallion to resist, especially one with an erection.

"Wow... That's some flexibility..." at those words he gets off the bed and approaches Motley.

She giggles softly at his compliment, wiggling her butt with inviting movements: her beige buttocks glisten from the white light falling on them. Her cutie mark in the shape of fall leaves is clearly visible on the sides.

"Come on... warm yourself inside me."

Daniel stands on his hind legs and rests his front hooves on the roundness of her rump. He likes the way they respond to his touch, tight and firm. He strokes her buttcheeks, tries to press them together, spreads them wide.

"Haven't you played yet?" she asks, looking in another place—his cock throbbing with energy is angled over her face. So tasty and hard and thick... that was inside her less than a minute ago. She is eager to feel it inside again.

"You've displayed them so well, I just can't resist the urge. So pretty."

A self-loving chuckle escapes her lips.

Daniel moves forward, getting comfortable before entering her. She's spread her back legs wide enough to keep her butt as close to the level of his cock as possible, but it's still a little uncomfortable for him. To her relief, both mentally and physically, his cock does fill her: his pelvis is firmly in contact with her buttocks and dock, his right hind leg is on the carpet to the right of her hip, and his left leg remains raised for comfort. Daniel feels like a dog about to take a leak.

Motley bites her lip at the sensation and the sight before her eyes. She is strangely pleased as the stallion presses his butt on top of her, feeling his hot, aroused body and the hard cock inside her. What's more, she not only feels but sees up close how the spread folds of her labia accept his cock, and also the sack with the balls looming over her nose under the weight of gravity. She tries to reach it with her tongue, but to no avail.

Daniel, with an eager state of mind, quickly figures out how to move in this position and starts working his pelvis. He lifts it up, and Motley sees his wet cock gradually come out. Then he slides back down, his scrotum slapping against her crotch with an audible slap. He gradually picks up the pace, getting a taste for it.

"Unusual..." he says, "but it feels so good!"

"And it pleases me even more..." she struggles to utter, feeling the back of her head bearing not only her own weight, but also the stallion's pelvis still in contact with her from above. With a wet sounding slap. At this point, his shaft usually plunges deep into her, causing her to let out a prolonged moan.

"Hmm?"

"Here's... ooh... such a beautiful view. It's so... ooh.... close and so far away..."

Daniel continues to slide into the soft and tight embrace of her vagina, and he can't understand what it's all about. And it's not her confused breathing, he's simply closed his eyes, concentrating on his sensations, so it's hard for him to think about her perspective.

His cum-filled balls slurps against her crotch with a juicy slap. She can smell the scent emanating from their act. Her bent body swings slightly back and forth like a pendulum from his thrusts.

"Close... ooh... But I can't... ooh... reach."

After a couple more moments, it begins to dawn on the unicorn exactly what she's seeing and from what angle. This whets his lustful mind even more. The impending orgasm slowly fills the bottom of his stomach.

"I'm about to..."

"Inside," she says firmly.

Daniel calms down and focuses completely on the pace, unafraid to cum. His cock rubs against the walls inside Motley, oozing hot juices and moaning with pleasure. He feels his sack at the point of sticking to her crotch covered with moisture. For the last time his pelvis lands hard on her upward-pointing buttcheeks and dock, and the head of his cock in the depths of her vagina shudders: a tight jet of semen hits the wall of her uterus. Then a second, a third... An orgasmic moan of pleasure escapes Daniel's lips.

Lying with the back of her head on the carpet, Motley watches the squeezing scrotum with ecstasy. White hot fluid floods her from the inside out in thrusts. Her ears pick up a long moan from above. Her cheeks blaze with heat.

For the second time today, he pulls his cock completely out of Motley's womb. With a slurping sound he ends up on the outside, completely bathed in her juices and his own cum. Daniel steps back and looks at the result. With each pulsation, the organ gradually softens. Motley remains standing in her pose.

"Will you help me cum?" she asks.

At that moment a drop of semen appears between the folds of her labia, which, mixed with her own viscous secretions, pools around her swollen clit and falls downward, stretching into a thin stream. Motley had been preparing for its arrival, so he accepts it with her mouth open as the wet white string breaks off. She defiantly tastes what has been inside her.

"So?" the mare repeats her question.

Daniel blinks in surprise, realizing that the sight has mesmerized him.

"In what way?"

"Tongue... or magic..."

To avoid teasing himself with a possible third flush of arousal, Daniel resorts to magic. His horn flashes with blue light, and a haze of the same color envelops her labia and clitoris, causing Motley to sigh loudly. After a couple of moments of his precise manipulation of the slippery surface of her pussy, she sighs deeply and moans in her orgasm.

Motley exhales in relief, straightens up and stretches, stretching out her stiff muscles, then she moves closer to Daniel and merges with him in a long, hot kiss.

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