The True Form

by Dovaki

Rating: mature
Tags: Original Character, Porn, Fetish, Sex, Fallout, Profanity, Slice of Life, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, Alternate Universe, Human
Length: 8225

A pegasus had known him as a unicorn, and now he appeared before her in his true form - human. She was aware that he was human, but now she could see it.

A pegasus had known him as a unicorn, and now he appeared before her in his true form - human. She was aware that he was human, but now she could see it. The pegasus' study of the male body quickly escalated to a lustful mood.

1) Completely self-contained story, but the characters related to Fallout: Equestria - Parallelism
2) All the characters are +18
3) Present tense

Author of coverart: Tinnitus (Singovih)

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Tags: duo, human/mare, male/female, pegasus, masturbation, fingering (mouth and pussy are full of fingers, a lot of rubs by hands), fluids, a bit of hoof fetish, multiple orgasm, blowjob, cunnilingus, facesitting, vaginal penetration, cowgirl, cum in mouth and pussy.

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Published 2024-03-23 14:10:00 UTC
Last updated 2024-03-23 14:10:00 UTC

The True Form

"This is what you initially used to look like..." the beige mare lying on the couch mutters. Her mouth is ajar in shock. Her multicolored eyes run over the human with dark hair on his head and doesn't know what to fixate on: he's standing in the doorway of the entrance to the apartments of the underground bunker and smiling.

"So what do you think?" he asks, approaching the beige pegasus. He's wearing a white t-shirt, navy blue pants, and dark sneakers.

The Stable-style apartments are spacious, with high ceilings, as they were built for a wealthy family of pegasi who are uncomfortable in cramped spaces. The human, even with his arms outstretched, would not be able to reach the ceiling. He is more than comfortable here.

Motley hesitates to answer because of her confusion, and remains silent even when the creature she's not used to sits down next to her. If he stands on his two legs and she stands on her four, her nose will look directly into his belly button. She instinctively pushes herself backward. Daniel pays no attention to this, realizing she needs to get used to the way he looks. Her wide-open eyes are in constant motion: they are most lost in the shape of his face and on the outgrowths of his front limbs. The man catches her gaze, raises his left hand, which is illuminated in the white light of the flat chandelier. His Pip-boy had to be removed, so he's not wearing it.

"It's called a hand, and the little outgrowths," he moves them defiantly, "are fingers."

The blue and yellow eyes of the pegasus look on as if hypnotized as the beige with shades of pink hand turns in different directions. Marveling at the swiftness of the movement, the twisting.

"Almost..." she says, swallowing the accumulated saliva of amazement and blinking well, "like the griffon's."

"Yes, though..." a smile plays on his lips, "softer. There are nails growing on the tips of the fingers, but they are nothing like claws. Humans tend to trim them. Like mine."

"And humans... use those things like ponies use their mouths and hooves?"

"Yeah," his gaze drops to his feet, to his dark sneakers, and moves his feet. "There are toes there, too, with the same number as on the hands only much shorter. But they have no active function except to maintain walking and pose. I'll show you later."

The nude mare's body finally comes out of its daze, she approaches the human like a cautious cat. Daniel sits still, watching as her extended beige nose sniffs him: nostrils narrowing and dilating. The urge arises to reach out and stroke her auburn mane like a sweet dog. He reaches out with the back of his hand, like a lady for a kiss.

"No sharp scent... But you smell interesting..." she adds, looking into his eyes. Her body visibly relaxes, she doesn't look so tense anymore.

Daniel slowly turns his hand, which immediately attracts her multicolored eyes, and shows the inside of his palm with lines. She examines them closely, as if she's looking at a map of the area. Her beige nose is so close that it's enough to close his fingers to grasp it, but he decides not to act abruptly, lest he spook her and ruin the captivating experience. Instead, he gently brings his hand to her chin closer to her cheek.

The multicolored eyes give Daniel a confused look. He places his right hand under his chin, hinting at what she needs to do. After hesitating for a few moments, she touches her cheek to his, and her tense face melts before his eyes. She exhales a long sigh, closing her eyes and savoring the unusual sensation, but so pleasurable that her tail twitches involuntarily.

Daniel feels the gentle tickle that her soft fur generates. He suppresses his urge to pet her.

"It's warm..." the pegasus utters with pleasure, opening her eyes. She rubs her cheek against his hand, adding to the mutual pleasure of the touch. "Oh, heavens... it's beautiful..."

"Can I... run my hand through your mane?" Daniel asks.

"Yes..." she replies quickly, moving closer that she can be safely embraced. Her aura radiates eager to continue—surprise almost completely superseded by fascination.

Spread fingers pass over her forehead and touch her auburn hair, running through it and immediately sinking into it, touching the surface of her skull. The pegasus arches her back slightly, closing her eyes and inhaling loudly. Her lips stretch into a smile as he massages her head with the pads of his fingers, and after a moment he scratches lightly. Goosebumps run all over the pegasus' body.

"Do you like it?" Daniel asks. It's a completely useless question, because her silly expression says it all.

Instead of answering, she moans in pleasure. Adjusting to her new senses, she opens her eyes. Her cheeks fill with an obscure blushing heat from the admiration on his face, but his scratching is indescribably wonderful to get away from. His hand leaves her head alone and reaches for her right ear. Slightly furry, but warm and pleasant to the touch. He kneads it gently in his fingers, and almost immediately begins to scratch behind it, watching her face as her expression changes: eyes opening, closing, rolling, focusing on who is giving her this extraordinary pleasure.

Motley moved even closer to the human who had looked like an ordinary unicorn some time ago. She knew full well that he had not been a pony since birth, but even with preparation his natural appearance perplexed her. Bringing pleasantries and knowing what kind of person he was helped her get used to his presence quickly.

Daniel leans back against the back of the couch, the beige pony wanting to repeat this pose for some reason. She rests her back with her wings folded against the soft surface of the couch, her hind legs hanging down, and her right side presses against his torso, immediately feeling the warmth of his body. With his left arm, he wraps his arm around her shoulders and pulls her gently against him. A shroud of thoughtfulness envelops Motley's multicolored eyes, examining both herself and him from head to hooves... toes.

"If I stand on my hind legs," she says as she continues to visualize, "my top will be level with your face."

The human is slow to answer, figuring out his estimates.

"Quite. Want to check it out?"

"Later..." she replies after a pause, looking him in the eye. Her right foreleg rests on his left thigh, and begins to rub his pants lightly.

Daniel places his free right hand over her hoof, and strokes it lightly, remembering to use his fingers. Motley watches his manipulations, and lifts the hoof. His hand immediately dives under it and wraps around the whole thing. Her eyes return to Daniel's face: they both feel each other's warm breath. The pegasus looks at his lips, slightly unusual but, unlike the griffon's beak, much more like a pony's. She swallows drool, moving her lips.

Daniel leans his head toward Motley first, turning it slightly sideways, she closes her eyes and walks toward him, turning her head the opposite way so she doesn't bump into his small nose compared to the pony's. Their lips meet, and they both give themselves to a shy, exploratory kiss. It lasts no more than two seconds. Their faces remain in close proximity.

"The touch,' Motley says in a quietly intrigued voice, "is like a pony's, though there are slight differences due to the shape."

"Yep..." he says, still holding onto the bottom of her hoof.

A second hesitation, and they return to kissing, this time lingering and confident. The vigorous contact of their lips fills the room with ragged breathing and lapping. Without breaking the kiss, they turn slightly toward each other for comfort. Her front legs lie at the sides of his torso, his left hand is on her back, and the spread fingers of his right hand are buried in the beige fur on her chest.

The kiss breaks, Motley and Daniel stare at what his hand is doing. It moves lower to her belly, and in a circular motion begins to stroke. The rubbing on her short fur causes a slight tickling sensation in the palm of his hand and the pads of his fingers.

"Not fair..." Motley suddenly begins and his hand stops. He gazes questioningly into her multi-colored eyes. "I'm naked and you're not."

Daniel breaks the embrace to remove his T-shirt and shows her his bare torso, in places showing the healed scars from wounds and surgery. The beige mare subconsciously notes the lack of hair, the slight relief of his muscles and abs on his stomach, while her eyes run from one bump on his chest to the next in confusion.

Bewilderment flashes across Daniel's face at the pegasus' long stare, and a second later he notices the focus of it, and grins with understanding.

"Both male and female humans have nipples," Daniel says. The pegasus still stares at them like a boy-teenager at the sight of a naked female breast. "Basically, the specifics of body growth. There are differences, the most obvious is size."

With a good blink, she reaches out her front leg and shyly rubs the nearest nipple with her hoof.

"'So you... have the ability to feed with your... milk?" Motley asks, and removes her hoof. She notices that the nipple she has rubbed has hardened slightly against the other.

"No. I can't. And... I see you noticed. Yes, they can harden from touch, too."

The mare licks her lips and gulps greedily and shifts her eyes to the human's face. He immediately reads in them a question, or rather, permission to try them out.

"Often, men don't get turned on much by this... They're sensitive, but not that sensitive. You can, per se, taste it," he smiles.

For a second, Motley's lips stretch into a triumphant smile. With her mouth open, she draws her muzzle to the nearest nipple, and touches it with the tip of her tongue. The touch doesn't make Daniel shudder, but it feels good nonetheless. She gently circles the nipple with her lips, and watches the change in his face with her side-eye. The nipple hardens fully in the kisses of her lips. She reaches out with her muzzle for the second one. At that moment, his left hand burrows into her mane near the back of her head, beginning to play with her hair. Her open mouth hangs over his nipple at this point, which he immediately feels her hot breath of pleasure, followed by enthusiastic play with her lips and tongue, and sometimes teeth.

As she continues to take turns enjoying his nipples, his left hand massages her head. Careful, steady, unhurried. It seems to Daniel that Motley gets more pleasure from caressing his nipples than he does. Largely because of the hand. Pulling away from the process, Motley stares at the glistening and hardening nipples. The realization that the male has an extra sensitive area, much like females, excites her imagination and turns her on.

"Did you like it?" Daniel asks with a pleased smile on his lips.

"Yep..." she utters absent-mindedly. Slightly disheveled by the growing arousal, one intriguing thought visits her head. "Well... show me what else you can do with your fingers."

"The room for imagination is too wide... Can you be more specific?"

"Surprise me..." Motley mutters with a playful sparkle in her eyes.

An idea comes to mind instantly.

"Lie with your back on my lap..."

Motley follows his instructions curiously. A couple of seconds later and her head is resting on the arm of the couch, her front legs bent and pressed against her chest and her back legs stretched out and resting on the seat of the couch. Her multi-colored eyes look at Daniel with anticipation of what's next. At the same time, she feels her vulnerability and shyness, so she wouldn't lie like this in front of someone she didn't know. But it certainly turns her on to have someone stare at her body.

The human with dark, short hair examines her from head to hoof. It's like he's at the piano—he doesn't know where to place his fingers first. He wants to feel her everywhere at once; he's long dreamed of his hands sliding over her body, trained in dancing and melee combat.

"Don't make me long..." the pegasus says.

He turns to her face, places his right palm under her left cheek and begins to rub gently with his thumb.

"Feeling you here... I didn't think it would feel so pleasant."

His left hand rests on her right cheek, and works his thumb in sync with his right hand. Both of his hands feel the heat underneath, which engulfs her pretty face. Motley continues to look at Daniel with satisfied eyes.

His right hand stays to caress her face while his left hand takes a trip. It travels down her strong neck, slipping between the forelegs pressed against her chest. He takes turns stroking the fur on her legs, sometimes getting under her hoof, rubbing the frog with the pads of his fingers. Daniel knows well that Motley loves attention to her hooves in one form or another.

While the fingers of his left hand roam over her tummy, the fingers of his right slide aimlessly over her face: her forehead, her lovely nose, her cheeks. One thing is clearly written on Motley's face: she is thrilled with what his hands and fingers can do. She's craving for more.

His left hand reaches her crotchbobbs. His fingers press lightly on one smooth mound with a bump on top, then the other. With the tips of two fingers, he gently circles her hardening nipples, gently twisting left and right. He wraps his palm around her tit, savoring its fleshiness, and rubs the hard bump with his thumb.

Daniel feels her strong wings, trapped between his legs and her back, occasionally trying to move. Motley opens her mouth wide from fondling her crotchboobs. His index and middle fingers run down her cheek to her soft lips and feel her raspy breath on his. His palm presses against her cheek, and his thumb lingers at the corner of her lips—Daniel watched the mare's reaction—and then slowly slides inside beneath the hot cheek.

Her roaming gaze meets Daniel's smiling eyes with pleasure.

"You're so beautiful," he says.

Her pounding heart in her chest feels like it's drowning in cool lotion cream. Down below her belly, already beyond the crotchboobs that his left hand continues to play with, her pussy burns with a desire for his touch. She wants to say something, but her thoughts are muddled, and with his finger in her mouth she can't say anything coherent anyway. She can only hope that Daniel will guess where she most wants to feel his unusual hand.

On his knees in front of the human lies the mare completely relaxed and heated with arousal. Her chest and belly rise and fall from her deep breathing. Her entire body screams with all her looks that she needs more.

The left hand moves away from Motley's crotchbobbs. Fingers quickly come across her two thick folds oozing juices, and the pads of his middle and index fingers slide down the left and right folds to the ring of her anus. With a mixture of relief and increasing itching, a shiver rolls through the pegasus' body, her tail twitching, her wings trying to move as well.

Fingers moistened along the way circle over her anus and then her dock. He brings the palm of his left hand to rest against her moist pussy, enjoying the feel of its ridges and warmth. The cock in his pants is slowly becoming thick with blood, and he's getting tight. Motley's mouth wraps its lips around his thumb in her mouth with sudden greed, beginning to suck it seductively.

Daniel leans into the beige face, slipping his thumb out of her mouth, and enters into a long kiss. His palm peels away from her crotch, leaving his index and middle fingers out, sliding up and down her labia, and focusing on her clit, which is especially reflected in Motley's breathing. After exploring her properly, the index and middle finger push her folds apart under their own pressure and gently slide inside, coating her with her slick moisture.

"How's that feel?" Daniel asks, breaking the kiss.

"Won... Wonder..." Her breathing is completely ragged from the newness of the experience. "Wonderful..."

"Just don't bite them off..."

Daniel liked the way she wrapped her lips around his thumb. Plus, he feels like it's mutual. He brings his right hand back to her face and, similar to what is happening below, slides his index and middle finger into her mouth: they are immediately in the tight embrace of her soft lips. The novelty of the experience completely envelops her consciousness. She can't think of anything, she's surrendered to the sensations.

Two fingers of his left hand take to exploring the pegasus below, searching the hot walls. They move back and forth in slow motions, sometimes circling around in place, pressing their pads against her muscles. Without stopping working inside, Daniel occasionally brings his thumb to her clit and massages it.

Motley tries to suck and lick the fingers in her mouth with her tongue: their shape and hardness turn her on more, reminding her of something. The sensations down there keep exciting her, giving her pleasure she never imagined. Daniel has no intention of leaving the fingers of his right hand motionless, warming in her mouth; after a while, they come into motion. The index and middle, like their counterparts below, reach deeper, but not hard so as not to trigger the gag reflex, and lightly outward, glistening with her drool. They slide from her right cheek, down the inside of her lips, to her left... and again her lips. They lay on her flexible tongue, which she seeks to embrace them with.

The pegasus sweetly moans from his synchronized caresses above and below. The whole sight of it arouses him more and more. His blood-filled cock is straining not only against his pants, but also against the pegasus lying above him, her wings constantly trying to move.

The fingers below began to play more actively, moving faster and more vigorously, generating expressive slurping sounds under her heavy breathing and moaning. With a smack, Motley's mouth greedily licks and sucks his fingers. The muscles below fill with a tingling sensation, concentrating around her vagina and crotch. A second later, a convulsive shudder runs through her body, and a long moan erupts from her chest, which is felt with the fingers of his right hand. The left can feel the rhythmic contractions of her vagina and the noticeable increase in wetness. Daniel enjoys studying her blissful face in the white light flowing from above.

After a few seconds, it begins to dawn on her that she has just cum. Unusually fast for her.

The two fingers of his left hand glisten in front of Daniel's face from her orgasmic moisture, and they are connected by a thin thread. He rubs the pads of his index finger and thumb against each other—without any resistance, smoothly and slickly. Intoxicated by his arousal, he puts two fingers in own mouth, licking her orgasm from them.

With a hot blush on her cheeks as she watches Daniel's demonstratively lewd actions, she feels something hard against her wings beneath his pants and shudders. Her eyes go wide with realization.

"Oh, heavens. I didn't even get a good look at you down there."

The human with the bare torso smirks agreeably and returns his left hand to her pussy, causing the pegasus to sigh loudly and convulsively. She's still sensitive, but the touch of his fingers on her labia is slow and smooth. Unobtrusive and relaxing. Two fingers once again reach inside, but still maintaining a slow pace.

"It wasn't until I found myself in pony form that I realized just how delightful fingers are at giving pleasure."

The pegasus looks down at her lower belly, where a light beige hand disappears behind her two dark beige bobbs. She feels the stroking of his warm fingers against the slippery walls inside. The meaning of his words begins to dawn on her.

"And human females... can do this, too... like this?" Motley asks. At his confident nod and the smile on his lips, she is abruptly consumed by dark envy.

"You can't play with a hoof or against a pillow like that..." there's a mixture of enjoyment in her voice at the pleasure of his fingers down there and envy that she can't do something like that to herself. "And the touch of telekinesis is... faceless. Unlike cock, tongue, nose and now... fingers. Speaking of which. Let me see what you look like down there. I can feel that it's feeling tight."

The pegasus gets off him, he takes off his shoes, socks, and pants and sits back down on the couch in the same pose. The outgrowths on his legs seem really insignificant to her against his arms. His dick stands sticking out toward the ceiling, occasionally twitching. Multicolored eyes examine its shape with interest, and the dangling sack with two balls. Also two, like a stallion's.

"Yes, I know that with the length of a stallion is inferior to a human's..." he scratches the back of his head uncomfortably, and falls silent.

"But the thickness is almost the same, and that's the main thing... The tip looks interesting."

Daniel's left hand wraps around his cock, pulls back the skins and fully exposes the pink tip. A wave of warmth runs through Motley's body, and she has no idea what exactly it's about. Is it the sight of the unusual and captivating tip? The grip of a hand with amazing fingers? Because of her slick wetness on his hand that moistened his cock?

The mare's focused eyes increased Daniel's tingling sensation, causing him to move his left hand. Slowly upward, and at the same speed downward. The heavy feeling lessens, but gradually begins to grow again under his movements. Out of the corner of his eye, he glances at the pegasus's mesmerized face: she opens her mouth, licking her lips faintly. Sitting up from the side, she tilts her head with an intriguing eye expression so close that he can feel her warm breath and she can smell his scent.

Daniel removes his hand, and Motley immediately realizes it's a signal for action. She opens her mouth and sticks out her pink tongue, which she uses to lick the tip thoroughly: in addition to his flavor, she comes across her own moisture. Apparently satisfied that the sensation is acceptable, she opens her mouth wider and wraps her lips around the tip, causing Daniel to sigh blissfully at her moist warmth. Her ears twitch at that sound to her right.

Motley takes a break from the process for a moment, lies belly down on the couch with all four legs tucked under her for comfort, and returns to his throbbing member. She slowly lowers and raises her head, making sucking sounds with her lips. Enjoying the warmth of her mouth, Daniel places his left hand on her head, running his fingers through the hair of her auburn mane. They massage her head, occasionally scratching and stroking her right ear, which is echoed in her breathing as the embrace of her lips loosens and hot air comes out of her mouth.

The beige mare finds it hard to concentrate on her work. Besides the intoxicating sensation of his throbbing hardness in her mouth, the touch of his fingers is too pleasurable and hypnotic. They make her feel faint, but they also add fuel to the fire, reigniting her aching arousal down below.

Daniel let out a long sigh as the pegasus let her tongue do the work of caressing his head. His pelvis tensed slightly at the intensity of the sensation. His left hand on her head slides down: over the back of her head, along her strong neck, reaching her back. Motley slows down, realizing where his fingers are heading. Her wings send gentle tickling sensations down his back.

His palm strokes her folded wings gently, savoring their softness. He feels Motley stiffen completely, apparently enjoying the new sensations. Knowing where her sensitive areas are, he begins to run his fingers deeper inside, gently working his way through her feathers. Motley's breathing quickens.

"Beautiful wings."

Not wanting to distract her any further, he leaves her wings alone and just strokes them. The mare resumes her work with her mouth. Daniel closes his eyes and gives himself completely to the caress of her supple tongue, the hot warmth of her mouth and the moist embrace of her lips. She picks up the pace, generating more and more intense slurping sounds. His pelvis fills with a pleasant warmth, his muscles tense up more and more, and the gentle tingling at the tip increases.

Daniel places his left hand on her head, his right hand resting sideways on the arm of the couch, clenched into a fist. He presses Motley's head closer to the base of his cock. Her lips close tightly around the shaft. A convulsive moan of pleasure erupts from his chest, and viscous semen spurts into the wall of her mouth. With jolts, the hot liquid gradually floods all inside as her tongue backs against his cock.

Motley, rolling her eyes in pleasure, feels his cock twitching with each eruption and feels warm and fullness in her mouth. She loves the intoxicating eagerness with which he presses her head against him.

The spurts come to an end, the pegasus releasing his softening cock with a juicy slurping sound. It glistens in the white light of the chandelier from her drool and the remnants of translucent semen. She turns to Daniel, whose eyes show his thoughts wandering absent-mindedly after the orgasm. His gaze becomes aware, meeting hers. Demonstrably she licks herself and tries to swallow the viscous liquid. She succeeds after a couple of tries.

"You taste as good as a stallion," she says.

"What do you think? Which of my form is better?"

Motley tilts her head slightly as she continues to stare into his eyes, her lips stretching into a lustful smile with the remnants of his translucent fluid. She touches his cock with her right front hoof: the frog gently rubbing the softened and still sensitive pink tip. Daniel's pelvis tenses, but the remnants of his secretions moisten the frog, making it smooth to the touch.

"It's a little early to talk about that," she says without breaking eye contact with him. "I can see you like that kind of touch," she bites her lower lip seductively as she continues to play with him.

One thing is certain. From the residue of precum and cum, the firm part of her hoof is slippery and pleasant. Daniel clearly doesn't mind her doing this. It gives unusual pleasure, especially in the context of Motley's love of attention to her hooves.

"You can keep going..." Daniel says, peering down as the tip of his cock is hidden beneath her hoof, pressing against it with a craving sensation.

"Do you find the touch of the hoof pleasurable?" she asks, continuing to rub the tip of his cock in circular motions back and forth.

"I find the touch of your hoof pleasurable."

The heat on Motley's cheeks feels stronger. His cock under her hoof gradually hardens. Each throb pushes the hoof upward, causing the beige mare to lift it. The tip rests tightly against the under hoof softness, as if trying to sink deeper. She raises that hoof to her face, and without closing her eyes, she licks its slick secretions with relish, the burning sensation erupting in her crotch with renewed vigor. Daniel watches as her tongue slides over her hoof—a mesmerizing sight.

"I'm glad you like it," she says, and gets up from the couch. "Now, get on your back," she adds in a commanding tone that will not tolerate objections.

Daniel immediately follows her command, lying down intrigued on the seat of the soft couch, his bare back, buttocks and legs resting against it. And before he can think of anything, Motley hops onto the couch, spreading all four legs to his sides, the shadow of her body falling across his torso. She tilts her head toward his face, blowing her lustful hot breath on him.

"You want to ride me?" Daniel smiles, and a warm wave of anticipation rushes through his pelvic area.

"Yeah, but... Not in the way you think," she grins.

"What are-" he starts, but shuts up... or rather, his mouth is physically shut.

In a matter of moments, Motley's hot pussy is on his face. Her lust-filled folds press against his short human nose, moistening it with her slick moisture. Her crotch completely blocks his view. With his next breath, Daniel smells the distinctive scent of the pegasus sitting on his face. She doesn't crush him with all her weight. Yet.

Motley lets out a convulsive sigh of pleasure at the feel of his face beneath her. What stands out most distinctively is his small nose teasing her labia. His breath warms her underbelly, making the auburn tail lying on his chest and belly twitch. Her hind legs are spread to the sides of his head and her front legs are pressed against her furry chest like a doggie standing up on its hind legs.

"Didn't crush you too hard?" she asks playfully, looking underneath herself.

Confused by the sudden change of scenery, Daniel comes to his senses, his hands resting on her thighs near the cutie mark. His spread fingers dig into her tight form, the pads of his fingers tickling her beige fur. The tenaciousness of the touch sends a roiling wave of pleasure up Motley's pelvis, she nearly loses control of the muscles in her hind legs, and then she would definitely sit on his face completely.

"Ooooh..." she exhales longingly. "Keep them there..."

With the satisfying sensation of her wet pussy pressed against his nose, he doesn't just hold it, he starts stroking her thighs, squeezing and unclenching his fingers. Her fur rustles under his palm, but it's completely drowned out by the ragged breathing of the pegasus, which feels like she's getting into cold water. She's trying to adjust to the novelty of the experience.

While Motley is frozen, trying to take control of her body, Daniel moves his head slightly to the left and right as he continues to stroke and knead her thighs. Beneath his palms and fingers, he can feel the muscles tensing under her fur. His wet nose rubs along the two hot folds of her labia, inhaling the attractive, arousing scent coming from inside her.

The initiative is now entirely in Daniel's hands. Motley doesn't yet realize that she has lost her. She is struggling to get used to the pleasurable sensations coming from his thighs and her crotch. Her brain is wrapped in a fog.

"Ooooh... fuck..." she moans. Daniel teases her clit with the tip of his wet nose. Her thoughts drown in pleasure, her eyes rolling.

This is becoming too much, her knees weaken and the weight of her pelvis piles on top of his head and face. Daniel's grip is loosening, and the weight on top of him now makes it hard for him to turn his head, making it harder to breathe. But it still feels good to feel her weight on his face. His nose is slightly buried inside her hot slick vagina, and his lips are pressed against the two folds of her pussy.

Motley inhales freely on her full chest, enjoying the relief of his face resting against her crotch. She wriggles satisfiedly in her seat, feeling the tip of his nose inside her, sort of punishing him for taking over the initiative.

"Not so cocky anymore, are you?" she asks cheerfully.

After properly savoring the tight touch of his face, she lifts her pelvis back up to its previous level. Daniel inhales deeply, feeling the slight tickle of her tail on his chest and belly.

Daniel's hands wrap around Motley's hips again, but this time the experience doesn't overwhelm her. She begins to move her pelvis, her labia sliding back and forth over his nose as his fingers squeeze and unclench on her tight thighs like a baker slowly kneading dough. Down in his belly, he feels his cock fill with heavy hardness again and craves the touch. He really wants to grab it with one hand and start pleasuring himself, but refuses the idea, not wanting to bring his orgasm any closer with his hand.

He feels the tight friction and hotness of the pegasus' crotch make his face heat up, as if he were sweating in a fierce heat wave.

The pace of friction on Daniel's face increases. Motley feels that not only his nose, but his forehead and cheeks are covered in her moisture. And now it feels wonderful and magical to glide across his face. She moves with such speed that he can't play with her with his tongue.

At one point she stops, lifts up and turns her whole body in the opposite direction. Now she sees that his cock is fully hard again, and twitches in anticipation. She leans toward him and reaches out her right front leg and once again touches the tip with her hoof, like the cap that covers the neck of a bottle.

Daniel's eyes are closed because of his wet face, but he can feel his tip pressing against some familiar softness down below. Motley gets right down to business, massaging him in a circular motion. She is aroused by the appealing hardness beneath her hoof, much harder than the last time. She perfectly feels its throbbing.

With the lingering tension beneath, his hands find Motley's flexible thighs again and clutch at them with such passion that it's as if he's trying to hold on to them so he won't fall. His greed intensifies her sweet itching in her pelvis. She lifts herself even higher, giving him more room to move.

"Work that human tongue of yours," the pegasus purrs.

Daniel licks his lips, covered in her wetness after she rubbed her crotch against his nose and face. Inhaling deeply, enjoying her scent, he turns his head and runs his tongue from her clit along her labia, Motley sighing loudly and languidly in response. He tastes her moister greedily and gets back to business.

Daniel's tongue darts from side to side, up and down in brisk, quick movements, feeling above him her alluring ridges. He slips a little deeper between the glistening folds, caressing her inside. In this position, it's hard for him to listen to the mare's breathing, but something comes to his ears in a muffled way. By them he orients his pace and speed.

"Enjoying yourself down there, are you?"

Daniel, absorbed by the process, doesn't answer.

Motley surrenders herself to the sensations: the swiftness and flexibility of his tongue, the warming breath, the fingers digging into her thighs and the throbbing under her hoof. Her heart beats faster with every touch of his tongue on her clit and her breath catches. Her ears catch the sucking sounds coming from below as Daniel wraps his lips around different areas of her crotch and tries to pull her into him.

He relaxes his grip on her fingers and begins to slowly stroke her thighs, once again sliding his tongue inside her. With pleasure, she presses her whole pussy back into his nose and begins to squirm around on him with a satisfied moan. After enjoying herself to the fullest, she stands up and jumps off the couch. Turning around, she looks at the man's light beige face, which has taken on a reddish shade. It glistens in the white light of the chandelier.

Daniel turns to face her, a naughty smile flickering across his moist lips.

"If I need to wash and warm my face, I'll know I can count on you."

Motley feels her own face, specifically her cheeks, heat up dramatically from this sight and comment, but she expertly hides it behind a long, messy kiss. On his slick lips she can taste the flavor of her own wetness, which excites her more as those the same lips have just pleased her down below. Wet sounds are echoing through the room.

The pegasus breaks the kiss.

"Let's go to the bed," she says. Daniel gets up, stretching, and follows her. Because of his wet face, he can smell her scent all the time.

The pegasus hops onto the bed easily and gracefully, lying sideways at the edge. Her auburn tail is tucked behind her back, exposing her wet, dark beige assets. Her hind legs are locked tightly together. Glancing back, she watches the human approaching her. Due to the fact that he only walks on two legs, now seeing everything in all its glory, she realizes the reasoning behind the humans wearing the clothes he told her about. Now with a hard erection, his cock sways from side to side as he walks. It looks funny and enchanting—the gaze is involuntarily drawn in on its own.

Daniel comes close to her, and puts his hands on the thigh on top of her left one. Her crotch ends up about level with his pelvis, just as she'd hoped. She shivers with anticipation, wanting to finally feel his human cock inside her. His left hand travels down her thigh from her cutie mark to her hoof and then back again. He strokes her underbelly, making her tail flinch slightly.

"Lovely legs," he says.

"Enough teasing..." she rubs her hind legs against each other with a craving. "I want to feel it inside."

Daniel bends his knees slightly, the pink tip touching her pussy. He presses down on it, spreading her labia, and his cock slides smoothly inside. The pegasus and human exhale audibly. The hot heat of her vagina makes his body feel warmly weak. He freezes, savoring the sensation of the tightness of her inner muscles because of her posture, with her legs pressed together.

After adjusting to the sensation of his cock inside her, he strokes her left thigh again. He rubs her cutie mark in circular motions: the tickling sensation from behind the fur sends tingling pulses to his pelvis. Motley inhales deeply from the feeling—it's one pleasure to feel his hands and soft fingers on her thighs. She bites her lower lip.

Daniel slowly pushes his pelvis back until only the head remains inside her, and with the same speed he moves back the full length of his cock. Outside. Inside. Slowly and steadily. He concentrates on sliding his tingling cock inside Motley, enjoying every single part.

Their gazes meet. The pegasus, mouth open from deep breathing, is studying the human's unusual face, in which she can read the sheer pleasure of his movement inside her. And the sensation of his cock is unusual.

"So comfy inside you," Daniel says.

"Fuck me harder."

Daniel gradually builds up the pace, but at the same time slightly decreases the depth of penetration. The wet sounds from below are becoming more frequent. Once he's all the way in, he stops and wiggles from side to side, pressing tightly against one wall of her vagina to the other. His ballsack rubs against her buttock, feeling a slight tickle from the beige fur. He looks down, seeing the mare's two folds tightly encircle the base of his cock. His pelvis moves back slowly, the surface of his shaft glistening gloriously from her slick grease.

He thrusts back hard and deep, squeezing a sweet moan out of Motley, and his sack slams against her buttock with a heavy slap. His both hands rest on her left thigh in the cutie mark area, digging his fingers into her strong muscles. A tight and greedy grip, but still far from painful. The only thing the pegasus regrets at a moment like this is that his hands are only paying attention to one thigh, while the other has sunk into the mattress of the bed.

Daniel slows the pace, his left hand leaving her thigh alone, diving to her crotch and her fingers fumbling for the labia spread by his cock. Moments later, the pads of his index and middle press against her clit. Goosebumps run down her body. No sooner does her aroused brain get used to the sensation of their delicious firmness when the fingers begin to rub it in a circular motion as the cock slides sluggishly in and out. Motley's quiet moans became more and more intense.

Daniel looks at her face with interest: her eyes rolled back in pleasure, her mouth open and her tongue out speaking for itself. The thoughts inside her are completely drowned out by the pleasurable signals from her pelvis. She can't think of anything, but the approach of orgasm invigorates her nonetheless.

"Gimme... Ooh. Stop. Ooh. Wait... Ooh. Stop..." the pegasus says with effort, her breathing system refusing to obey her from the engulfing sensations. Daniel stops: his tip remains in the hot embrace of two wet folds. "I want to be on top."

With a wet slurping sound, the cock slides fully out of Motley. The human lies back on the bed, his glistening member standing erect, throbbing from the pulsation of his cock. The beige pegasus regains her breath, stands up, walks over to him. Spreading her hind legs to the sides of his pelvis, her rump and spread crotch loom over the tip. Her front legs tuck under her furry chest.

Their gazes meet again, Motley wiggles her rump temptingly to the side, preparing for the moment, and slowly lowers herself onto his wet cock. The pink tip rests against her dark beige labia. The pegasus slides lower and they slide apart under the pressure of his rock-hardness. Gradually, sliding in with a pleasant smoothness, the whole cock is inside her, in her hot grasp. The whole weight of the mare piles on the pelvic area of the human, pushing him deeper into the bed: her crotch is tightly pressed against his own.

Feeling the weight of the pegasus on him with her being inside of him creates a heavy tension within him. Her hind legs are pressed against his sides: the fur on the inner part of her thighs touching his smooth skin.

Motley wriggles slightly from side to side, enjoying the different angles of his cock pressing inside her.

"Do you like this view?" she asks.

The attractive beige pony with her front legs pressed against her chest looks down at him. The white light falling from above illuminates her auburn mane, her alluring spread thighs that he wants to reach out for. His tingling cock is almost completely hidden in her slippery bosom. Hands rest on her cutie marks at her sides, but this time they don't press or dig in with all their might, so as not to interfere with the pegasus' ability to maneuver. Their attractive shape makes them just want to be touched.

"I'm thrilled," Daniel replies. "Love seeing you whole."

Motley begins to rise slowly, and then lowers sharply but gently: the human body sinks slightly into the mattress, and then spring back up with the mare pressed against his pelvis. Slowly up again, and dramatically down. With each movement she increases her pace, her breathing becoming more rapid. Her gaze often wanders around the room. She closes her eyes, thinking of nothing but the sensations. After a few thrusts, she looks up into Daniel's face again, and her heart beats faster and the bottom of her belly clenches from the work of her hind legs and the arousal that engulfs her. A faint smile touches her lips.

Daniel enjoys the sensations, his body bobbing up and down under the mare bouncing on his cock, which slides smoothly in her tight embrace. Each time, Motley sinks down onto his pelvis with a satisfying slap. The hands on her cutie marks are in constant motion with her. The fur on the inner part of her thighs that presses against his sides tickles his skin tenderly.

The pegasus pauses to catch her breath and wriggles on top of him. Daniel's right hand releases her thigh and heads to her crotchboobs, rubbing first her left and then her right tit. With his index finger and thumb, he gently squeezes her nipples. She watches his actions with bliss on her face, feeling his sweet-tight hardness inside her.

His right hand moves down to her clit, in light circular motions he begins to rub that nubbin peeking out just above the base of his cock. Motley moans softly, closing her eyes. He enjoys looking at every change on her beige face.

"Enough... put it away..." she utters, enjoying his touches there, even though they make it hard to focus. And Daniel follows her request.

Panting, Motley is about to resume the process, but then she sees that Daniel is in front of her, raising his hands palms up. She stares at them absent-mindedly, not sure what he wants—her thoughts are sluggish and clumsy now, like they've been in a spa.

"Put your front hooves on them," he explains.

Her front legs reach for his hands. The hooves are placed in his hands so that four fingers encircle the hooves at the sides and the thumb presses against the frog. In addition his hands create an extra point of support for her, making it easier for her and giving her more room to stay focused on her sensations. Plus, touching her hooves adds a little more variety.

"Now, ride hard."

Motley works her pelvis, moving at a fast pace. With a thumb in each hand, Daniel vigorously massages the tender frog, enjoying the firm response His eyes absently explore the shapes of her body, lingering on her beige thighs that are in constant motion. He glances at her pleasure-filled face, admiring the way her mane bounces with each downward movement. His eyes drop to the area where her wet crotch meets his own, savoring the sensation of the falling weight.

"Yeah..." Daniel says with a longing feeling. "Crush my pelvis."

The pegasus is breathing loudly, her breaths ragged and choppy, but clearly telling about the pleasant thrill that has taken hold of her mind. The velvet tingle below her belly grows into a warm wave of orgasm that makes her pelvic muscles tense. She rests her hooves tighter against his outstretched arms. She stops abruptly, her sweet moans growing into a long groan, her bottom quivering slightly. Daniel feels her front legs trembling a little as well, the girth of her vagina tightening, the wetness running down over the shaft of his cock to the base.

The sight of Motley cumming and moaning is pushing him toward orgasm, but he's not quite there yet. He begins to rhythmically push his pelvis off the bed to reach his own orgasm. Still sensitive from the orgasm she experienced, she moans loudly at the sliding of his hard cock inside her. Her body bouncing slightly from the thrusts from below, he doesn't let go of her hooves.

Her wet womb, tight around his thrusting cock, brings Daniel to orgasm. His gaze is scattered. His cock is swollen and itching to the limit, a warm, tingling wave running through him as a viscous stream of semen shoots inside with a groan from his chest. Clenching his toes, he feels the hot, translucent liquid from his throbbing cock filling her.

Motley watches his expression with rapt attention as he cum in her. His hands still encircle her hooves, his thumb in each of them pressing against the frog.

His cock quivers as he orgasms one last time, and Daniel relaxes on the bed from the relief flooding over him. Motley lies down on his smooth chest with a satisfied muzzle, hugging his sides. He wraps his arms around her back. Seconds pass, they regain their breath. His cock gradually softens inside her cum-filled womb, and it shrinks just enough to leave the pegasus with a wet slurp.

A mixture of her slippery juices and his seed drips from the mare's wet pussy, forming into a weighty drop that comes off her clit and drips onto his softening cock.

"What do you say?" the human's voice comes up. "Which form do you like better?"

The pegasus sighs satisfied, enjoying the warmth of his body.

"Both options suit me completely. Each with its own pros and cons. Pony: bigger size, but... faceless telekinesis, like I said. And in this form... a lot of pleasant touching things. You like to... having more fun with me with your fingers than you do with telekinesis, don't you?"

"Absolutely," Daniel says, slowly stroking her back.

"See. The pros in both."