Princess Me Encanta en Mi Culo ('Princess I Love it in My Ass')
"No, Shiny."
We're in bed, in the mood. He can tell, I can tell, obviously—it's hard to miss with guys, and especially when you're been married a while, like we have.
"C'mon baby," he murmurs.
When it comes to sex, the best thing about Shiny is that he'll never give up. Some mares might complain about that, but if he was soft, like so many are, then it'd kill it for me.
He kisses my neck, which tingles, and I sigh.
"No, Shiny."
I wish I wanted to do the old stuff. I love bearing our family, but down there wasn't the same after my second. I'm pregnant now, of course, with my wonderful fifth. Bearing our family is inexpressibly—ah, there are no words for it.
"You're so beautiful."
Compliments like that are marmite. I roll over.
He sighs, uncertain. When we were first together, he'd sometimes try stroking or kissing my back when I did that. I'm very tactile, but there it only sends me to sleep.
"Shiny..." I encourage, feeling guilty, and needy.
I take his fetlock and guide his hoof to my stomach. I feel him stirring, tumescent, prodding my rear as we spoon. I tingle in response. I know he knows.
His mouth finds my ear—something I adore. I bite my lip, but can't stifle my soft lowing.
Below, he rises.
Why do I want it so much? I've even been to therapy about it. Only to be told, 'You're young, healthy and pink.' Being pink means you're 'DTF,' as Flurrels, my teenage eldest, would say.
I return to the familiar idea of anal and the lube gathering dust in the closet... but dismiss it. We've tried loads of times. But the pain, the awkwardness, the frustration. For both of us.
He shifts in the bed and I feel his mouth on my pillowy ass.
"Ass kisser," I giggle.
I squeal at his pinch.
In retaliation I raise my tail to tickle his nose, only to feel him immediately between my legs. Oops. I contemplate backing off again, but I do want it. Maybe it'll be different this time?
I raise my leg under the cover as he nuzzles, to give him better access. I'm still facing away from him, though, so the angle's wrong. I feel familiar butterflies as the foreplay ends and he rises, pushing the covers to one side.
I am rolled onto my back and he sits astride, his taluses softly, urgently, parting me, until I lie vulnerable.
He drives inside. Early on, we would go gently at first. It was a little painful back then, before Flurry. After her, there was a blissful period where we just fucked and it was amazing. But now... well. It's honestly a mood killer—unless doing it for kids.
I feel him stop and I look up, curious.
"What's wrong, baby?"
Oh, hay. I feel the mood, ever fragile, slipping.
"N-nothing, Shiny."
He's still hard, though. In an effort to regroup, I squeeze my legs together to grip him, sending sparks to my core. The sex therapist told me to touch myself during the act when I had problems like this... but I can't bring myself to. It just feels wrong—it's a private thing, and if I do that then why bother fucking at all? We could just fud ourselves separately.
He continues, but I lose the sensation.
Lying back, my thoughts drift. Flurry's had a fall out with her colt-friend, apparently. I'm not allowed to help, of course—she doesn't want advice from mommy. It's tough being a pink mare. I wish she'd been white, like her daddy, or Auntie. Or a colt, or...
I continue musing vaguely as he thrusts, until eventually my thoughts drift back to sex. Sadly, not to what he's actually doing—I'm thinking about anal... I tingle.
"Mmm..." I sigh and bite my lip.
Eventually, he gains the urgency that indicates he's close. I eye my pregnant belly despondently and make up my mind.
"S-stop."
He 'doesn't hear'.
"C'mon..." he grunts.
But I don't want him to climax yet, so I hit him with a pillow.
"Shiny..! Stop!"
"...?" he pants hungrily.
"Babe, should we try something else...?"
A gesture. Princess Mi Amore Cadenza does not say 'anal'.
After the disappointment of denial, a conflicted expression. "Are you sure?"
We both know how this goes: eagerness, tenderness, pain, ugliness, shame, frustration. I swear some mares seem to find it so easy—why can't I just bite the pillow?
"No," I huff.
Unable to roll over with him still on me, I curl to push him off.
He follows me, and strong biceps easily lift me to a sitting position. I turn away and we sit on the side of the bed—my smaller rose hocks next to his snowy ones. 'The mood' is on life support.
"Last time we tried that was just after Flurrels," he whispers.
It's a good save. I was randy as fluff back then, but too sore after my first to do it normally. It wasn't the last time we'd tried, but the best. Sometimes sex is transporting, and that had been one of those times. But then I recovered and I wanted a second foal, and so we stopped. When we tried again after I'd delivered, it wasn't the same. Then the sex-joy faded. After that, I'd periodically try to recapture the magic. It's been years and I thought I'd given up. But it's a hard feeling to forget.
I give him an appreciative squeeze for the memory.
"I know it's been... hard—" I poke his thing cheekily.
He snorts and teases a teat.
"—but I know we can make it work."
I would occasionally wonder what went wrong and was pretty sure that it was a position thing. He would always do it from behind, but, if you think about it medically, how could that work inside?
But how to do it from the front? Last time we'd tried had been a disaster. But if I kind of hung myself off the bed...? Or...?
My thoughts are interrupted as he lifts me onto his lap.
"Whatever my mare wants," he breathes.
I could be irritated by him for making it my responsibility, but I'm too turned on.
Making up my mind, I jump off him.
Orders are followed with military precision as the mattress is placed on the futon, which is positioned near to the bed.
Once the set up is complete, he looks at me, bemused.
"Babe?"
Ignoring him, I collect the lube. I see him wince. I've let him try without in the past. It wasn't just the texture he objected to— 'it kills the sensation...' he had admitted. But it was essential for me.
In the interim, he's softened so, before I apply the lube, I handle him, kissing his thing. He sighs gratifyingly, and he lengthens. At first I'd found that fascinating. It's so weird up close.
Once restored, I raise it to my mouth, tasting his precum and my own sex. That will never not be hot. I tingle.
I continue the blow job, pushing it deep to get it lubricated, until that pales.
Ready, I withdraw.
I smear the lube on him quickly, before thrusting it under my tail, trying to push the tip of my hoof inside my tight ring. Not very dignified...
I lie back on the improvised set up, balancing myself awkwardly, tail draping itself down to the aquamarine crystal floor, legs akimbo, rouge hooves propped up against the bed. Ass angled up. Dignity is only a word.
He awkwardly approaches and I curl a leg up to let him stand opposite my crotch, his tail brushing the bed behind. He has to rear up a little and prop himself over me on his forelegs. I'm helpless to help him, so I wish he'd hurry up... but my worry is baseless as I soon feel him bumping against me. He finds my sex, first, but I reach a hoof down, pushing him lower.
He gently moves it forward and I grit my teeth. Remembering my therapist's advice, I swallow my doubts and reluctantly lower a hoof to the top of my mound, just softly.
"You okay, baby?"
I nod and withdraw my hoof, guiltily.
The pressing becomes insistent but, as my body pushes back, it flexes rather than slide in. He's a big stallion, and that flared head, which is fine in my foof, feels like a buckball. I try to angle myself to lessen the resistance, while attempting to stop it flopping out.
He presses on, and I feel the heat of it shifting a little. It is very painful, just like the other times. It is a weird feeling. I roll my head sideways and he stops as I wince.
"Am I hurting you?"
"It's okay," I grunt.
My hoof returns to my crotch and I spread my legs wider to help him in, winching my hind hooves in each direction, using the bed. I feel it flex and shift. The pain gets more intense—deeper—but there is also pleasure now.
I know there's an interior ring, and the pain crescendos as he pushes against it.
With a yelp, I clutch the futon and haul myself away from him.
He flops out and his lubed dick brushes the satin. Damn. I really should have put down a towel.
"Cadey!"
"It's... okay," I pant. "Here."
I pick up the lube and pass it to him. I refuse to fail again.
Once he's ready, I re-angle myself. It goes in easier this time, as I knew it would. Compared to the other times, the new set up is really helping.
He gently moves forward.
The pain increases in waves...
I grind at my crotch with my hoof.
I groan.
It feels like an age, but gradually the head passes through.
Suddenly, he's deep inside me.
No! It's too much!
Not pain this time, but heat. I can't hold back.
"Oh-oh-oh, Shineeeeeeeey!" I squeal.
As I climax I jam my legs together.
I throb.
Damn! This always happens!
The sensitivity makes the pressure unbearable, and I push myself back on the futon, making him flop out again.
He gives a frustrated 'hmmph'.
This is the moment that our other experiments have ended.
I can do multiple by myself, but never with him in my ass—it's not that it's sore, just sensitive.
Usually.
But this time...
Maybe it's the new set up, as I find myself not hating the idea of trying again.
He assumes I'm done, but as he moves to withdraw, I pin him with my legs.
He looks surprised. "Really?"
I nod.
"Can we do it normally?"
He actually moves his lubey thing to my foof. That's how you get thrush. Stallions...
I shake my head. "Again," I pant.
"Are you s—" he begins, but I've already captured his thing, and with a flex of my legs he's slipping inside.
This time the pain is so much less—my abused ass gives way.
And then...
And then...
Heat and bliss.
Deeper and deeper.
My whole body is on fire.
He begins to thrust.
I brace myself against the futon.
I lean in, just like I do when it's in my foof.
But there's no detachment.
I feel everything.
And then...
And then...
Everything is white.
I am floating.
...
...
And back to earth.
Sweat is pooling at my back and ass... well, and other, naughtier things.
For Sol's sake, not on the futon! I'll be avoiding the maid's eye for weeks.
"I love you, Cadey," pants my stallion.
"Love you too," I return, genuinely. "That was amazing."
He laughs. "Yeah."
Suddenly our ears both swivel round with the instinct parents have. A noise out of place and then—
*knock*
Shit.
*knock*
A clatter of hooves as we desperately disentangle.
"W-what is it?" I call out.
"M-mommy?"
It's my second youngest, Shining Star. I flush guiltily. He might have had a bad dream?
"Are you okay?" comes the voice.
Shining snorts, and I stare daggers at him.
"Mommy's fine," I manage.
"Yeah, she's okay, Starry," my eldest's sardonic voice echoes in the crystal corridor. "She was just pretending to be a dying buffalo."
Fucking teenagers. How did she hear? I thought the ever present earphones were fused to her skull...
"R-really?" Shining Star quavers from the door.
He sounds upset, so I clean myself up as fast as I've learned to, and then I go to him.
"Y-you're all wet?" he complains. "And hot?"
A derisive laugh sounds from Flurrel's room and I stick my tongue out in its direction. She'll learn.
So yeah, anal is fun. Turns out it was just a position thing!
Sex is amazing again, although we try to make sure the kids are away.
We've altered the set up to include a harness in the bed chamber.
Shining christened it 'mommy's swing' to the kids, who have told their friends, who have told their parents.
Twilight said my new nickname has made it all the way to Ponyville: 'Princess Me Encanta en Mi Culo' ('Princess I Love it in My Ass'). Great.
