Beach Bodies and Butt Buddies
Night Light strolled onto Bray Beach, the deep thunk, thunk of his steps upon the wooden ramp changing to a small phish, phish upon the white sand. Before him stretched an ocean shimmering a brilliant blue and reflecting Celestia’s sun back up into an equally azure sky. All along the coast, ponies either dashed into the warm water or lounged upon the inviting sand. Distant laughter of young fillies and colts splashing one another mixed with music from the radios blaring from the loungers’ resting spots.
And somewhere, laying upon the beach, an unknown suitress waited for him.
The invitation had been a surprise, to be sure. Night Light and his wife Twilight Velvet had only arrived to the Oleander Oceanfront Resort the previous afternoon, late enough that the sun had already began its descent. Located on Equestria’s eastern coast, Bray Beach was one of those oceanfront towns largely considered a second-stringer to the more popular beaches in Neighami and Draytona. This, however, was the main reason Night and Velvet enjoyed Bray Beach and the Oleander; being the parents of Equestria’s sovereign had brought them no small amount of attention, and going to the more popular vacation spots tended to draw many eyes their way. Bray Beach, therefore, tended to be their go-to spot for relaxation and privacy.
Because of this, Night Light could not hide his puzzlement when the hotel clerk handed him the letter. Neither he nor Velvet had told anypony besides Twilight and Shining about their two-week excursion to the beach. And upon opening the letter within their hotel room, Night Light found himself even more confused:
Dear Night Light,
An afternoon of enjoyment awaits you tomorrow at Seats 24 and 25 of the Oleander Resort Beachfront. Wash your rump thoroughly and eat no gassy foods. And be prepared to give as much pleasure as you receive, from top to bottom (especially the latter).
Sincerely,
An Acquaintance and Future Butt Buddy
Upon reading, Night Light queried Velvet about the communique. His wife, lovely and wonderful as she was, could dip into odd shenanigans when it came to her bouts of amorous carnality. Perhaps she had sent the letter a few days beforehoof in a queer attempt to spice up their getaway. A little roleplay, perhaps? Promising her flank as a mystery mare, and pretending to be a stranger while Night Light screwed her on the beach to no end? A little tart for her husband to savor, before both “strangers” went their separate ways and met later to act like nothing happened? It was a tantalizing fantasy, Night Light had to admit, and well within Velvet’s capacity to think up.
But Velvet seemed as confused as Night Light when he showed her the letter, and Night realized he’d been foolish to suspect her. Velvet was never coy about what she wanted from Night. If she wanted to blow Night while they were skydiving, or whisper dirty promises in his ear during the Summer Sun Celebration, or roleplay as somepony she wasn’t upon the beach, she would’ve told him right out.
With this possibility gone, Night’s eyes filled with alarm. “It’s a pony-napper!” he exclaimed. “They send letters like this, all vague and mysterious, trying to draw somepony to a location where they can grab them!” He knew his surmise was solid. The letter dangled a carrot without much information; promising enough for a lure, but not telling so much as to give away the pony-napper’s identity to the authorities or anypony else who looked at the letter. As the father of the Princess of Friendship, there also was a logical motive in grabbing him for ransom or as a bargaining chip to blackmail Twilight.
Yet the sharp laugh that escaped from Velvet dissipated these nervous considerations. Looking up from the letter, her face filled with a sly grin.
“Your mind is far too adventurous, Nighty! This is no pony-napper. This…” She waved the letter like a hoofkerchief. “…is a mare’s invitation for posterior pleasure.”
“Then why the secret air?” Night said, uncertainty still in his voice. “If she knows me, why not say straight out?”
“Oh, Nighty…” Velvet tossed the letter aside and wrapped her hooves around his neck. “You should’ve learned by now. Mares love a hint of mystery in their liaisons, especially when they’re the ones holding the answer. It wouldn’t be nearly as hot if she just told you who she was.”
Night raised an eyebrow. “It sounds like you’re into this.”
Velvet laughed. “I will admit, seeing a mystery mare fuck your flank silly would be really hot.” She grinned and looked down at his crotch. “But I’m willing to lend you out if you promise to give me something after.”
Night looked back at the letter and its flowing calligraphy. His initial worries faded, but a hesitancy still permeated him. The letter promised a playful romp. But as the old saying went: “If a thing is too good to be true, it usually is.” Common sense dictated it was a trap or a prank.
Yet a sense of mystery still picked at him. Why promise a liaison in this manner? How did they learn about his vacation? And most of all, just who was this mare?
Night shook his head. “I guess I’m going to the beach tomorrow.”
Night squinted at the shoreline. The line of chairs stretched along the whole of the Oleander Resort’s beachside stretch. Dozens of chairs, all in a row, and most of them full. They were the kinds one saw at many cheap home improvement stores, where thin strips of plastic made up the seat instead of a solid back and bottom. Gaps between these strips allowed water to drip off them easily, but gave the seats a feeling of being unfinished. Large, white umbrellas shaded every chair from the afternoon sun.
Night’s eyes wandered up the line. Seats 24 and 25 still sat a long ways down, and he could make out none of the ponies lounging down there.
He adjusted his navy-blue swimtrunks, then made his way down the row. His gaze never left the umbrella poles, where the numbers of the chairs were printed in aquiline paint. They rushed by in a seeming blur: Seat 3, Seat 5, Seat 8.
Seat 13. Seat 21.
A pretty mare with a blonde mane lay upon one of the chairs. Her sunglasses hid her eyes, leaving Night unsure whether she was awake or enjoying an afternoon nap.
Night looked up to the marker above her: 23.
His eyes shot to the next two chairs. They were empty. In Seat 26 sat a fat, gray stallion licking an ice cream cone.
Night let out a huff. A prank then, he thought. Some joke Twilight mad-
“Hey, Nighty!” a chirpy voice called behind him.
Night turned, faster than he thought he ever could, and caught sight of the greeter.
She was a pale blue pegasus, her short mane and bobbed tail a light orange. A little brown corduroy bag hung over her shoulder. While undoubtedly middle-aged, the beaming smile upon the mare’s face proved a youthful vigor still filled her. A mustard-yellow bikini clasped around her haunches and chest.
Night gaped. “Ms. Whistles?!” he cried. Windy Whistles was the mother of Rainbow Dash, one of Twilight’s closest friends. Night recalled seeing her at the last Hearth’s Warming party Twilight had hosted in Canterlot Castle, not long after her ascension to sole sovereign of Equestria. They had exchanged pleasantries then, with no obvious indications of desire from either of them.
Though the tight bikini and eager eyes upon her now spoke a different story.
“The same,” Ms. Whistles said, her voice cheery. She sauntered over to Night and kissed him on the cheek. “Though you can call me Windy, Nighty. All my friends do.”
“O-Of course,” Night said, following Windy to the empty two chairs. “It’s just…I’ll admit, I wasn’t expecting you here!”
“Who were you expecting?” she said, dropping the bag between the chairs. She reached up and fiddled with the umbrella’s pole, before tugging on the outer edges.
“Honestly? I expected a pony-napper.”
Windy let out a loud laugh as she sat upon Seat 25. “You thought me a criminal?! Oh Nighty, you’re so high-strung!”
“I mean, you did word your letter very vaguely.”
Windy shrugged. “I thought the mystery would entice you. And it worked, yes?”
Night nodded, before he noticed he stood awkwardly above Windy. He quickly sat down and laid back in his own chair.
“How did you learn we were here?” Night whispered.
“Dashie told me,” Windy said, lounging and staring up at the umbrella. “Your daughter is a magnificent ruler, but a terrible secret-keeper.”
Night sighed. “I cannot argue with that.”
“Is Velvet going to be mad if she finds out?” Windy cooed.
“No, no. We give each other space to…play around.”
Windy nodded. “I figured you two were into that. Even just meeting her once, I knew Velvet was…adventurous. Bow and I have the same thing. Keeps things fun and exciting, yeah?”
The sounds of the beach and its inhabitants filled their ears for a few uneasy seconds.
“Erm…” Night began. “So where do you want to…you know…?” He shrugged. “…Do it?”
Windy’s eyebrows lifted, and a little laugh escaped her throat. “You’re so cute, Nighty! I haven’t seen a stallion so sheepish about sex since high school!”
“I’m not sheepish!” Night cried out, before cringing at his volume. His eyes looked around a split second, but found none of the ponies around them paying any mind. He then whispered: “I just don’t like being vulgar about this! There are polite ways of fornicating, you know.”
Windy shifted her rear legs, crossing them. She turned onto her side and looked over at Night. “Oh, I know, Nighty. But you mustn’t be so formal about these things. Maybe that’s how it is in Canterlot, but I’m a Cloudsdale girl. And up there, we have a saying: ‘A fuck is a fuck, no matter what angle you go in.’”
Night shook his head. “You obviously haven’t tried that many angles.”
“On the contrary,” she said, flipping onto her belly. Her rump, though shaded, seemed to glow in the afternoon light. “I’ve tried quite a few angles, and if you’ve read my letter, you know my favorite.” Her eyes shifted to her rump, lifting it ever higher.
Night fought back a primordial urge to leap upon her that second. “You still haven’t answered me. Where are we going to do this?”
“Right here.”
“What?!”
“You heard me.”
“But there’s so many ponies around! We’ll be arrested for indecency before we even get started!”
Windy chortled, before turning to the chubby pony sitting in Seat 26. “Excuse me, sir? My friend and I are going to absolutely fuck each other’s asses now. Do you mind?”
The chubby stallion remained focused on his ice cream, his tongue lapping up the rapidly melting cone.
Windy smiled. “I think we’ll be fine.”
Confusion filled Night’s face, before he glanced up at the umbrella’s underside. Near the runner, just below where the stretchers convened, hung a clear, see-through gem. Rainbow light danced amongst the gem as it wiggled around from the beach wind blowing through the umbrella.
A sharp laugh came out of him. “You mischievous mare! You put an Image Invoker Gem onto the umbrella!”
Windy’s smile widened. “Now you get it! It activated the second I put it there. All anypony will see or hear is us lounging upon the chairs.”
“You really are a remarkable ladddeeee!” His body tensed; Night looked down at this crotch. Windy’s hoof fondled his groin, grabbing at everything under his swimtrunks that she could grasp. His balls tightened, and he could already feel his cock hardening. Windy, noticing the growing pole starting to push out, gripped the mass with one hoof and pulled the waist strings of Night’s swimtrunks with the other.
“Gonna take these off, Nighty,” she whispered, both her hoofs releasing their holds and grasping his swimtrunks. “I want to see all of what you got.” One solid yank brought the trunks down to his ankles, and another pull left them in the sand. Windy turned back, climbing atop Night’s chair, and gasped.
Half-stiffened, Night’s cock stretched halfway down his thigh. Each heartbeat fattened the rod with another quarter inch of girth and length.
“Sweet Celestia, that’s a fine cock!” she squealed, pawing at the member. Each pat made the cock grow stiffer, slowly raising itself higher.
Windy couldn’t hold back her delight. “I’m going to take good care of you, Nighty,” she whispered. “Just relax…”
At that, she gripped the cock and squeezed. Her first jerk upwards pushed a small bead of precum out of the tip. Another yank smeared the substance all over the tip of Night’s cock. Windy continued her motion, pulling the shaft up and down with ever increasing velocity. With her free hoof, she gripped Night’s balls and squeezed them every few seconds.
Night stayed in his laidback position, and after one particularly hard squeeze, he let out a soft moan. Sweet Celestia, he thought, she’s good!
Gradually, Windy’s motions grew rougher. Her grip upon the cock seemed like iron, and her jerks upon it became harder and harder. Night’s balls, large as they were, were squeezed tighter and tighter in her hoof.
“Windy!” Night gasped, lifting his head up. “Please don’t ah!“ His head fell back in ecstasy when Windy squeezed his balls and tugged his cock simultaneously. All the while his other head lifted higher. No longer stymied by insecurity, Night’s cock stuck high into the air. Windy’s jerking kept it at a steady footlong length, and it seemed like it would never stop growing.
Seeing the throes of pleasure and Night’s length, Windy let go of Night’s balls and grabbed his cock with both hooves. So big was he now that even two hooves couldn’t fully grasp the cock. Yet if Windy was intimidated, she didn’t show it. Instead, she gripped hard with both hooves and started flapping her wings. She flew herself up a foot, perpendicular to Night’s prone body. Then she eased back down, her grip upon the cock never easing. Up and down, up and down she repeated, her full weight tugging the rod both ways.
Night gripped the chair as best he could and fought to stay still. Windy’s face always got near to his cock with each downward thrust, and her hot breath would hit his tip with a harshness that only coaxed more and more precum out of him. Stickier and stickier his rod was getting with each pump, and Night could only grit his teeth to keep from screaming his euphoria.
Then his eyes shot open. “I-I’m gonna cum, Windy!” he cried. “Just a few more seconds and-!”
With that, Night felt the grip on his cock release. Windy shot over to his side and lifted him up. She gave him a firm twist, and he found himself facing the blonde mare in Seat 23. Floating in the air, his cock stuck out just within the umbrella’s shade.
“Good!” Windy hissed. “Let’s give that pretty girl something to remember!”
“N-No!” Night cried. “Aim me toward the sand or-!” He lost his voice as Windy reached around and grabbed his dick again. With one hoof holding him up under his left foreleg, she used the other to keep jerking him off.
“Don’t be so prudish, Nighty!” Windy whispered into his ear. “She’ll love it. Mares adore when hot studs like you cum all over them. She’ll probably come over here and lick your cock clean out of thanks. It’ll be hot!”
Night wanted to fight, but he couldn’t. His pleasure convulsions left him unable to fight off Windy’s yanks or her dirty words. And what little resistance he had left ended as a deep, throbbing pressure built in his balls.
“Here it c-“ Night didn’t even finish his warning before his cock exploded. Thick, creamy splooge shot out of him like a tightly packed cannon. Night practically screamed as his balls tensed and pushed every milliliter of semen it could up and out of him. Each convulsion seemed to pump out more and more seed, not helped by Windy’s continued pulls to milk every drop out of him.
Night looked down at the blonde mare, a thousand apologies ready to pour out. To his shock, however, the mare paid him no mind, nor was she covered in his seminal excretion. She simply laid there, clean as ever and sunning herself without a care in the world.
It was when Windy let go of him and let him flop back onto the chair that he saw the truth. Tiny and wiggling from the umbrella’s outer tip, a thin, jagged purple crystal hung. So thin was the shard that only by the occasional glint in the sunshine could Night spot it.
“A…Protection Crystal!” Night gasped, his mind still working through his latest release. Known for their low-level forcefield capabilities, the explanation for the neighboring mare’s salvation became clear to Night’s pleasure-addled mind.
“Yep!” Windy said, landing gracefully between the two chairs. “Figured we should be kind neighbors and make sure our love juices didn’t splash on anypony else.”
Night gave a sigh of relief. “I thought you were going to make me ejaculate on that poor girl.”
“Aw, I’d never do that. It’d be rude!” A sly grin filled her face. “I just wanted you to think I would. Made the whole thing hotter than it might’ve been.”
Night sighed. “Alright. Give me a minute to recover and-“
He found himself hoisted up again, before dropping back onto the chair. He laid belly-side down and his bottom up.
“Sorry, Nighty!” Windy chirped. “But seeing you explode like that’s gotten me all a-flutter!” Night twisted himself around to see Windy rip off her bikini, both pieces falling into the sand. He felt another stir in his nether regions and tensed.
“Now that you’re primed, I’m moving us on to the main event!” At this, she landed atop Night, her face pressed against the back of his head. Before he could say anything, she gave him a kiss on his mane.
“You’re such a good sport, Nighty,” she husked. Her hot breath pushed against his ear. “I’m going to treat you right from now on, alright? No funny business or playing tricks. Just…” Her eyes wandered hungrily over his body, flitting down all the way to his tight, tense rump. “…Just what I promised to do.”
Night said nothing as she kissed him again, this time on the neck. Then another kiss lower on the neck. And another, and another, each farther down his body. The pecks worked down his back. Moistness gathered upon his body at each kiss site, the unmistakable sign of barely contained drool filling Windy’s mouth.
As she reached the beginning of his rump, Windy paused. She stared down at the flank like it was a relic from a forgotten age found once more. The unmistakable gleam of desire filled her eyes. Glancing back, Night could see the drool no longer stayed within Windy’s jowels and started to leak down onto his rear.
This leaking seemed to awaken Windy from her daze, and she began kissing Night’s flank just as she did his back. Yet the quick pecks turned quickly into loving smooches, then open-mouthed licks upon the ass. Windy dragged her tongue up every inch of his cheeks, as if she was a Griffin slathering a piece of meat with BBQ sauce. Soft whines escaped her throat with increasing frequency. Eventually, Night’s entire cheeks sat soaked with saliva, save the crack and his ever-puckering anus.
Throughout this whole process, Night found himself getting turned on. He could feel his cock starting to grow again and pushing against the plastic chair beneath him. Shifting his hips, Night felt his cock poke between two strips of the plastic and hit the sand below. His member was unable to go straight down, so it instead lengthened along the sandy floor with each inch it gained. The plastic strips likewise grew tighter the thicker his cock got, to the point that they pushed upon both the top and bottom of his shaft with enough force to simulate a steady hoof grip. Inspiration filled Night, and he began to thrust his hips gently between the two strips. Enough to stimulate his cock, but not so hard as to shake Windy off his rear.
Windy, breaking briefly away from her succulent prize, giggled at the sight of Night’s gyrations. “You’re a clever pony, Nighty,” she cooed. She then stuck her tongue out as far as she could and thrust her face into Night’s ass.
Night let out an incredible scream. Something wet dug into his asshole, flicking and twisting through the gaping cavern. Sensitive nerves, initially primed for discomfort, gradually wallowed into intense pleasure for the moist tongue’s motions. His hip thrusts increased in number and velocity, his body screaming for another release with this new intrusion.
Feeling this, Windy grasped his flank and held tightly onto his cheeks. She spread his ass wider and dug deeper with her tongue. The gasps and sputters from Night proved she was succeeding in her goal. Likewise, she could feel a dampness starting to build between her own legs and drip down onto the chair.
After a minute of this, Windy steeled herself for one final push. Pulling her face off the flank for a breath of air, she took a deep breath, then immediately lunged back in. Her tongue dug as deep as she thought it would go, and she prayed it was enough to give Night the release he needed.
In this worry, Windy proved overly cautious. For within ten seconds of her anal intrusion, Night began to spasm. That same pressure was building in his crotch again, and he was soon readying himself for the deluge.
“C-Cumming!” he gasped, just before another sticky load shot out of him. His cock, laying upon the bank, launched his seed forward along the sand instead of into it. Night could see bits of his load through the plastic straps around his eyes. He even swore he could feel the moisture of one particularly far-launched spurt hit the sand in front of his face and splash up upon his nose.
The cum eventually receded, and Night did a shiver of delight.
“That was great,” he moaned into the chair. “Oh Sweet Celestia…”
“Glad you liked it,” Windy said, hopping off him and reaching for her discarded bag. “Because what happens next will blow your mind.”
“Or my butthole.”
Windy chuckled as her bag rustled. “Now you’re thinking like a true pervert.”
“Not the worst thing somepony’s called me,” he said, hearing a soft clinking from Windy’s bag. “But I’d like to think I’m…”
He paused, feeling a soft touch upon his rear. The feel was not the hardness of a hoof or lightness of a tail, but instead something rubbery. Night lifted his head and turned to look at Windy.
Whatever question he had died the second he saw the contraption affixed to his partner. A dark black phallus protruded from Windy’s crotch, a series of buckles and straps upon her thighs and hips keeping it in place. The member had to stretch almost a foot long and four inches around in girth. Each movement Windy made caused the dildo to flop, though always keeping it firmly pointed forward.
“I’m going to butt fuck you, Night,” Windy whispered, excitement tinged in her voice. “Long and hard. There’s a dildo inside pushing against my pussy. Each thrust pushes it deeper. I’m going to do it until I cum.”
Night nodded. “Alright.”
“Let me know if it’s too much. Bow’s a strong stallion, but even he-”
Night scoffed. “You’re screwing the father of a Princess, Windy. I’m not going to crack that easy.”
A gleeful squeak escaped Windy’s throat, and she began caressing Night’s ass. “Oh, thank you, Nighty. Thank you, thank you, thank you…”
The thanks soon died, and Night primed himself for the thrust. He shoved his cock between the two plastic straps once more and grit his teeth. He knew, in every bone in his body, that this would be one for the ages.
It started off gently enough. Windy brushed Night’s tail aside and eased the synthetic cock into the ass-crack. His puckered and quivering asshole stood ready, still glimmering from the saliva Windy had left there. She steadied the dildo and pushed lightly against the hole. Night shivered with equal parts anticipation and nervousness.
Then, the whole thing rammed itself within his gaping asshole.
Both ponies yelled at the same time, Night in surprise and Windy in ecstasy. The former had never felt the sensation of a cock being jammed into himself. Thus, every thrust was a fantastic new feeling Night could not compare to others. While pleasure dominated with Windy’s tongue in his asshole, her dildo seemed to produce some indescribable sensation that was both euphoria and anguish. A pain-pleasure that changed every moment from agony to ecstasy and back again.
Windy, meanwhile, panted in unbridled pleasure. The manufactured cock on her end was not warm like all the real cocks she’d had before, but it made up for its deadness with the sheer power it shoved itself into her. That vague moistness between her legs turned to a deluge of juices trickling gently out of her pussy. The heat between her legs spread to her entire body, running up her spine and all the way to her mind. Each new thrust brought an insane new spark of euphoria that she wanted to go forever. In and out of this moist asshole she must go for eternity, if that’s what it took to be in such heavenly bliss.
As the rhythm to the thrusts solidified, so did Night’s grunts. Each “Urgh!” and “Ah!” came out every three seconds and matching each new thrust Windy shoved within him. Sweat pooled on his forehead, as well as the rest of his body. Windy cackled upon seeing the sweat gather upon his ass. She smeared the salty excrement upon her hooves and rubbed it upon her dildo with each outthrust. This caused a light burning to fill Night’s hole, the salt eking its way into the sensitive anal cavities. Yet this did not seem to faze Night, who kept grunting with his pain-pleasure.
Soon, it was Windy’s forehead filling with sweat. The immense pleasure from her pussy, the heat of the day, and the sheer exertion of the last few minutes made streaks of sweat build around her eyes. She had to blink the invading liquid away, as well as her own tears of pleasure. Every thrust pushed her stomach against Night’s trembling ass, and each moment she was kept from achieving the ultimate climax drove her insane. She plunged forward. Harder, faster, deeper. She couldn’t stop until she was done. Until she-
A flame built within Windy. Her thighs shuddered. The feeling followed up to her rump. Her ass clenched as the dildo pushed against her vaginal walls again. Her leaking pussy grew hotter than she thought it could ever get.
“Cumming!” she squealed, mouth barely able to form the word. Night understood though, and he clenched his cheeks tight. His own thrusts had fattened his cock once more, but the pain-pleasure had been too unfamiliar a sensation and kept him from full mast. His semi-hard cock thus flopped upon the sand, unable to partake in the oncoming release.
Windy didn’t mind. An absolute flood of juices rushed out from between her thighs. The hot, sticky fluid flowed down her legs and dripped between the gaps in the lounge chair into the sand below. A sweet smell filled the air, a secret sex-scent only a mare could release and only a long-time lover could describe.
The mare collapsed atop Night, gasping. Her head landed upon her shoulder, and her body naturally threw itself into a cuddling position. She hugged Night with both her arms and kissed the back of his neck.
“Thank you so much, Nighty,” she panted. “Thank you. I haven’t done an ass-fuck like that in years. It’s…” She gave a contented sigh. “I’m so damn happy, that’s all.”
Night chuckled. “Guess you had the right eye for a butt buddy.”
Windy giggled, then said: “I knew you could take it. You were so nice when I met you on Hearth’s Warming last year, and so gentle and understanding…Listen to me, I sound like a giddy schoolfilly! I shouldn’t get so weepy over booty.”
“Speaking of booty, what about my share?”
“What?”
“Well, your letter said to be ready to give as much pleasure as I got. And, not to be Mr. Contract Lawyer, you haven’t given me a chance to take my share.”
Windy sighed. “Yes, I suppose that’s fair. Give me a moment to recover and-“
Windy felt herself fly up into the air. A light blue aura surrounded her, hovering her over Seat 25. Night sat down upon the seat first, his horn glowing and a mischievous grin upon his face, then lowered Windy down upon his lap. Her ass wiggled upon her landing.
“Now, now,” he said, wagging his hoof. “Just because we’re on the beach doesn’t mean you can be lazy.” He faced her bottom. “Say, now that I look at it, you’ve got a nice rump yourself.”
“Nighty!” Windy squeaked, half-laughing. “You dirty dog! I ought to-“
Smack!
“Oooh!” Windy cried out. Her bottom swelled. A light pink tinge filled Windy’s left ass cheek, with the giving hoof already raised for another strike.
“You played a mean trick on me earlier,” Night said, his voice stern but cloying. “So I’m going to give you the punishment you deserve!”
“Yes, Nighty!” Windy said. “I was a bad girl! Give me th-!”
Smack!
“Oooooh!”
“Don’t try to cry your way out of this!” Night hissed. “You brought this on yourself!”
“I know!” Windy whined. “Punish me, Nighty! Treat me lik-!”
Smack!
“Ahhh!”
“You’re a real pervert, enjoying this! They ought to put you on a list and keep you away from decent ponies!”
“I know! Make me good again, Nighty!”
Smack! Smack! Smack!
Each spank brought another shout of pleasure from Windy. Her light blue bottom grew ever more pink, to the point that a passerby might mistake the redness for a summer sunburn.
After what seemed like a thousand thrashes, Windy felt that same magical aura pick her up. She was placed back down, belly down and bottom sticking up.
Night smiled. “You looked like you enjoyed my ass. Figured I get myself a taste.”
A lusty moan escaped from Windy’s throat. Her bottom wiggled, and she shoved her face deep into the chair’s strips. “Take me, Nighty,” she whined. “I haven’t gotten a great ass-fuck for so looo-aaaaahh!”
Her scream came in tandem with Night spreading her asscheeks and shoving his tongue into her gaping hole. The insertion was easy with the high amount of sweat built within the squirming mare. Much to Night’s delight, Windy’s hole did not have a noxious smell or repulsive taste. It merely tasted like sweaty, bare skin, which served to make him shove his tongue even deeper and waggle it every way he could.
Regardless of the amateur nature of his rimjob, Windy showed no dismay at his technique. Her gasps echoed in their little beach bubble, her front hooves grasping the chair and her eyes squeezed shut. Much like Night earlier, her moans entered a steady “ah-ah-ah” rhythm. Sweat started streaking down her mane, and her hot juices flowed from between her legs.
Night pulled himself away from her ass and stared down at the quaking mare below him. He smiled, then said: “Don’t get too comfortable, Windy. I’m going to leave your flank in a sling by the time we’re done.”
To Night’s surprise, Windy turned to him and smiled. “I’ll be disappointed if you don’t.”
Night showed no shock, however, and simply widened his smile. Licking his lips, he dug back into her ass. Windy moaned as his tongue scraped against every ridge and bump within her anal cavity. Her moans became louder, more frantic with each wiggle of his tongue, and her lips started to curl up and bare her teeth. Thicker and thicker did her juices flow from her pussy, dripping through the chair and onto the dry sand below.
“Nighty,” she whined. “Don’t stop until…until…” Her face fell back to the chair with one errant flick of Night’s tongue.
Night couldn’t help but enjoy the scene. Hearing her moans and tasting her ass made his cock hard. He fought every base instinct to break away from his feast and shove his dick straight into her glistening pussy. Even as his body screamed for release, for his pulsating cock to go where millions of years of evolution dictated it go, his mind still stayed focused on the juicy bottom currently within his mouth. He’d made a promise to Windy, and he would not break it for his own desires.
Speaking of desire, Night could feel Windy was close to her peak of it. Her body convulsed in pleasure, and her gasps had devolved from legible sounds to indecipherable squeaks. Both of her hooves gripped the chair like a life raft being thrown about in the sea. She gesticulated her butt back and forth, trying to shove Night deeper into her hole.
Night waggled his tongue faster. Her own tongue lolled out of her mouth and flopped onto the chair.
“Uh…” she moaned.
It was there, her body in a state of readied expectation, that Night knew what to do. Ripping himself away from Windy’s ass, he waited a single moment for Windy to process her ass was empty. Then, at the second where he knew it would work best, he stiffened his hoof and shoved it straight into her ass.
“Aaaaaaah!” Windy screamed, her body going rigid. At the same moment, her pussy opened and let loose another orgasmic flow of juices. Night kept his hoof inside her hole and squeezed every few seconds. The result seemed to turn Windy into a spigot; she released more juice when his hoof tightened within her, slowing when he relaxed it. Off and on, off and on. The pattern continued for what seemed like minutes until the juices slowly ebbed. Soon only a few drops dripped onto the chair and puddle upon the sand.
Gently, Night removed his hoof. Windy fell flat into the chair, gasping and still shivering. The rest of the beach’s inhabitants continued playing and resting.
“That was so good, Nighty,” Windy husked. “I knew you’d done it before. From the moment I saw you, I knew…” She gave a sigh of ecstasy. “Thank you.”
“Oh, but we’re not done yet,” Night said. He motioned downward, and Windy’s eyes went wide.
Night’s penis stood fully erect. Fattened and enlarged by the last few minutes, the cock throbbed with desire. The denial of Windy’s pussy, far from discouraging, seemed to make his dick harder in anticipation.
“I need release, Windy,” Night whispered. “And I think I know where you want it.”
“He-he,” Windy chuckled, an eager grin filling her face. “Do it, Nighty. Cum inside my ass!”
She’d barely finished her sentence before Night grabbed her rump. He massaged his cock up and down her asscrack, the sweat upon there smearing across his member. It was the body’s self-made lubricant, and having just felt the sensation of a sweat-caked object shoved in his ass, he knew this would make Windy go wild.
“No more teasing,” Windy whined. “Fill me up, Nighty!”
“Absolutely,” Night growled. Gripping her flank, Night grit his teeth and shoved his cock into her ass.
Her scream would have shaken the beach had the Vexation Gem not hung from the umbrella. Her body spasmed, initially wanting to get away from the huge cock invading her ass, but the anal version of the gag reflex soon died off and Windy started thrusting herself back into the member.
Night huffed between his teeth, spittle shooting out from his mouth like a fountain spurting water from its depths. A hot fire built up in his brain. The cock now provided a dispensary, there was no more civility or mindfulness to his thrusts. Pure animal instinct drove his motions, wanting nothing but to hear Windy’s moans and feel her ass’s grip upon his cock.
“Keep going,” Windy begged.
Night thrust hard within her, and Windy crumpled to the chair breathless.
“You like that, Windy?” Night huffed. “You like cocks inside your ass?”
“Yes!” she howled.
“You want me to keep going?”
“Yes!”
“Tell me how much you want it!”
“I want it all day, all night! I want it the whole vacation! I want it all summer!”
“Then put your back into it!” he commanded.
Windy took no time to oblige, digging her hooves into the chair and shoving her ass upward. She felt Night’s rhythm and adjusted her own thrusts accordingly. Her ass threw itself backward when Night thrust in, and she pulled forward when Night pulled out. A resounding thwack-thwack echoed around them with Night’s ballsack smacking against her pussy every few seconds. The action turned both on, and their thrusts became harder with each passing moment.
Night gripped her ass hard. The past few minutes had provided nothing but pleasure, but his cock still hadn’t exploded. The need and desire was there, but he hadn’t achieved the threshold required yet. He thrust himself forward harder, trying to push his cock deeper than ever seemed possible.
Windy welcomed the action. Her bottom pushed backward, her hooves struggling to keep her steady and grounded. The chair strained and squeaked beneath them. Yet it did not shake nor give any signs of failing. It was steady ground for an ass-fucking, and she intended to let the final finish happen here.
Their simultaneous thrusts continued for several minutes. The desperation in the acts were more and more pronounced, the need for release building in both, as well as their bodies’ seeming refusals to let them achieve that final ecstasy. Heat built in both their bellies, slowly snaking down to the area between their legs.
Night felt the sensation building first. His body stiffened, his own ass tightened, and a burning fire seemed to fill his testicles. His cock gained an extra inch, pushing it even deeper into Windy’s ass.
This in turn caused Windy’s body to react. Her receiving thrusts stopped, and her asshole seemed to close around the invading cock. The already steel grips she had upon the chair somehow grew stronger.
Both bodies were ready.
Night’s cock exploded first, shooting thick ropes into Windy’s hot, sweaty ass. His balls tight, the loads launched out of his cock, heedless of where they were going, only desperate to escape their holding place. Windy’s asshole overflowed with hot, sticky cum squirting out in the thin space between the walls of her asshole and his cock.
The sensation of jizz inside her ponut caused Windy to climax. Hot juices flowed out of her legs. Her asshole tightened around Night’s cock, desperate to squeeze out every liter of cum it could. The chair’s straps seemed ready to tear from the force of her grip, and an ear-piercing holler filled their little bubble.
For a few seconds, only the climax seemed to exist in the world. Even as the beach bustled around them, the two partners could see and feel nothing but the pleasure filling their bodies. Their bodies pressed together and pushed to get every single inch of each other that they could in that strange bubble of endless time upon Bray Beach.
Then, reality started to seep back in. The pleasure throes started to ebb, and their bodies started to feel exhaustion. Night collapsed atop Windy, and Windy likewise flattened upon the chair. Night wrapped the two of them in a loose embrace, his hot breath upon Windy’s neck. For several minutes, the two laid there, letting the sounds of the beach around them and their own strained breaths be the only noises that filled the world.
“Let’s do it again,” Windy moaned after what seemed like years of silence between them.
A heavy sigh escaped Night, and he stood up.
“No can do, Windy,” Night said, reaching for his swimming trunks. “We’ve both done what needs to be done, so let’s leave it there. Otherwise we may get too into it.”
“Oh, Nighty,” Windy whined. She reached for him, grasping the empty air. “I want more of you.”
“So do I,” Night said, pulling his swimtrunks up. “But we just ended on a high note.”
A soft sigh escaped Windy. She still made that same pleading gesture with her hooves, but there was a restraint to them now. Her body wanted more of him; her mind knew she’d had her fill.
“Besides,” Night said, winking, “we’re both here for a few more days.”
