On the Prowl

by Some Leech

Rating: mature
Tags: Fetish, Sex, Slice of Life, Human, Mayor Mare, Romance, Anon, Porn, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic
Length: 5670

After asking Mayor Mare out for a bite to eat, Anon gets far more than he bargained for...

It was supposed to be a simple, just a meal between friends, although it appears as though there were mixed signals. Anon finds himself at a loss for words when Mayor Mare, a good friend and his employer, shows up at the Hayburger a bit overdressed. As tensions rise and things get heated, the mismatched pair realize that perhaps the word date is more than fitting for their little rendezvous.

Kinks Include: Male on Female, Female on Male, Lingerie, Age Difference, Interspecies, Oral, Vaginal, Size Difference, and a Passionate Fling

Artwork by AnonTheAnon (Twitter @RealAnonTheAnon)

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Published 2024-10-09 20:30:06 UTC
Last updated 2024-10-09 20:30:06 UTC

Cougar Alert

“I just…wow,” Anon breathed as he peered at the blushing mare seated across from him.

Refusing to meet his gaze, she batted a hoof and brushed a lock of smokey hair away from her reddened face. “Oh stop.”

He blinked, utterly enthralled by the sight of her. Her grey mane clashed with the tan of her coat, the azure of her dress contrasted against the crimson in her cheeks, and her eyes - sweet Celestia, her eyes glimmered like a pair of sapphires from behind her glasses. Gorgeous - there was no other word to describe her, and she’d completely outdone herself for what was supposed to be nothing more than a luncheon.

“You’re staring,” she tittered, summoning the courage to meet his gaze.

Shaking his head, he smiled. “And who’s fault is that?”

She adjusted slightly, sitting back and holding a forehoof to her chest as if stricken. “Now I know you’re pulling my leg.”

“I mean…” he trailed off as he turned his head.

Ponyville was a fantastic little town, having all the amenities to make one’s life comfortable while avoiding the hustle and bustle of a major city, although it had its shortcomings - one of which being a lack of dining options. The local Hayburger wasn’t what he’d call a romantic destination by any stretch of the imagination - then again, his intentions for asking Mayor Mare out for lunch hadn’t been amorously motivated. Glancing down at his simple t-shirt and shorts, suddenly feeling exceptionally underdressed, he pursed his lips.

“Is that a new outfit?” she inquired, nodding over at him. “I don’t believe I’ve seen it before.”

Pulling at the hem of his shirt, he hesitantly displayed the fabric over his chest. “Yeah, Ms. Rarity made it for me on a whim. I swear, I don’t know how she stays in business with all the charity work she does.”

“In her defense, it’s not like she routinely had the opportunity to fashion attire for bipeds before you came along,” she noted with a trace of amusement.

“Fair,” he sighed, barely able to contain his mirth. “What would you like to eat?”

She tapped a hoof to her chin as her eyes drifted over to the menu placard situated above and behind the registers. “I think a garden salad and some sweet potato fries would be lovely.”

“No milkshake this time?” he chuckled.

“No, thank you,” she responded.

Pushing himself away from the table, he got to his feet. “Right, trying to watch that marish figure of hers.”

Though she said nothing, her cheeks darkened. Like so many other things in his life over the last few months, he’d never foreseen meeting her - then again, he hadn’t even known Equestria existed until he’d woken up in a field just outside of Ponyville. Nopony could explain how or why he’d been magically flung into another world, leaving what few friends and family members he had behind, but he was gradually warming to his new home and the wondrously friendly ponies who’d welcomed him with open forelegs.

Relenting, he stepped to the counter, placed his order, and sank a hand into his pocket to grab his wallet. He owed much to the residents of Ponyville and the Princesses alike, although there was one who had won a special place in his heart. As he glanced back and spotted Mayor Mare, the corners of his lips turned up.

She’d done so much for him, giving him a job and going so far as to find him an affordable apartment to live in, so the least he could do was to treat her to a meal. Everypony in town had been nothing but kind to him, even if a few had been a bit nervous around him after he’d initially arrived, but not her - not even once. Maybe her nerves had been tempered with age, or perhaps her amiable demeanor was due to her being a natural politician - regardless of why she was the way she was, she was rarely far from his thoughts.

It only took a few minutes for his order to be completed and presented, slid over the counter on a plastic tray by an apathetic young colt. After giving his thanks and taking up the food, he turned and proceeded back to the table. While he was happy to see her outside of work and away from the town hall, overjoyed that she’d taken him up on his offer for a meal, he was thrown off by just how stunning she looked.

More often than not, she wore a ruffled neck collar and little else while on or off the clock - this day, for whatever reason, that was far from the case. While he seated himself and set the tray down between them, he looked her over from top to bottom. She looked resplendent, a shining jewel in a sea of mediocrity, and he couldn’t help but wonder what had inspired her to get done up for the occasion.

“So…” he began. “If you don’t mind me asking, did you feel like getting gussied up today?”

She paused. “Pardon?”

Waving at her, he grabbed his drink and brought it to his lips. “The dress, the makeup, the earrings - not that I’m complaining, but you really outdid yourself.”

“W…well,” she sputtered, fidgeting in her chair, “it’s been a while for me, and I may be a bit out of touch, but I didn’t want to disappoint you on our date…”

He balked and instantly aspirated the mouthful of lemonade he’d just taken a sip of. Date? Did she think this was a date? Granted, on a purely technical level, asking her out for a meal did qualify as a date, although it wasn’t like he was trying to sweep her off her hooves! As he coughed and pounded at his chest, he held up a finger.

“Sorry,” he wheezed.

Looking down at the table, she knit her brow. “I’ll go get you a napkin.”

He nodded and forced a smile while she unseated herself and trotted over to the counter. Though he’d purely wished to express his gratitude to her for everything she’d done for him, her assertion that this was something more than a good-natured meeting struck him like a gong. He’d never spoken of it to anypony, not even the stallions at the bowling league he frequented, yet he’d found himself thinking about her more and more frequently lately - to make matters worse, he’d caught himself fantasizing about her in an erotic light.

Simply put, there wasn’t an unappealing thing about Mayor Mare. She had the voice of an angel, her soul was the embodiment of compassion, she genuinely cared for the townsfolk, and rarely failed to bring a smile to his face. As if her charming personality was incredible enough in and of itself, she was extraordinarily easy on the eyes. Before he’d known Equestria had existed, had someone told him that he’d eventually be attracted to a tiny, talking equine that was old enough to be his mother, he would have had them committed to an institution - now, clearing his throat and watching her sauntering away to fetch a napkin, it was a different story entirely.

“Would you like some ketchup?” she called, snapping him from his stupor.

“Yes, please,” he shot back.

As she reared onto her hind legs and reached into a bin of condiment package, his attention wandered away from her face, down her back, and settled on her flank. Darned if he could explain it, but her choice of attire was nothing short of provocative. It didn’t make any sense ~ how could her trotting around practically naked be less enticing than her wearing a simple dress? Looking lower, drawn by the sight of something dark peeking under the hem of her gown, he froze.

He only saw it for a split second before she withdrew and turned back toward him, but he could swear he’d spotted a hint of black lace on her upper thigh. Did ponies even wear undergarments? Had she really gone to such lengths just for him? Was she really interested in wooing him? Of the dozens of questions assailing him, one rose to the top and demanded an answer above the rest.

“Here you go,” she hummed, sliding several packets of ketchup over to him.

With little to work off of, Anon relied on his intuition and kept his fingers crossed that he wasn’t about to screw something up. “You know I’ll have to get you back for this ~ right?”

“For what?” she quipped, spearing her fork into her salad.

“This,” he remarked as he gestured over at her. “If I’d had the slightest clue that you’d show up looking this good, I would have gotten Rarity to make me a monkey suit.”

Chewing and swallowing her mouthful of greens, she cocked her head to the side. “Is that an Earth phrase or does it have something to do with actual monkeys?”

He nearly broke into laughter from the frankness in her voice, but he managed to keep his composure - if only just. “I mean a suit, a nice outfit for myself.”

“Anon, I’m sure you’d be quite charming in whatever you were wearing,” she softly replied, “although I’d be hard pressed not to giggle like a school filly if you showed up looking like a monkey.”

Leaving his burger and fries untouched, he fought the temptation to reach over and rest a hand on her foreleg. “I could say the same about you - honestly, it’s a wonder that you didn’t have to fend off stallions with a stick on your way over here.”

She smirked and leveled her fork at him. “Says the man who’s had a fair number of mares giving him googly eyes when he’s not looking.”

“Yeah right,” he chuckled. “I think I’d notice if -”

“If Ms. Cheerilee only shows up on the days you’re working?” she smoothly interrupted.

“I…” he fell silent. “You’re kidding me.”

“Nope,” she cheerfully retorted. “Trust me, when I say you managed to get a few admirers here in town, I mean it.”

Sensing an opening, going on a wing and a prayer, he peaked a brow. “And would one Mayor Mare be among them?”

She froze and held his gaze. Gripped with apprehension, he struggled to keep his smile from wavering. He’d swung for the fences, but it was impossible for him to say if he’d just knocked one out of the park or stuck out - that was until she coyly grinned.

“Maybe…” she breathed.

His heart skipped a beat at the modest admission. Holy cow - ok, yeah, this was not what he’d expected. Having lunch with somepony, even a charming somepony like Mayor Mare, was one thing - courting somepony was something else entirely. With his mind racing, he did everything in his power to keep his cool.

“I have to say you look absolutely incredible in that getup,” he mused.

Reclining slightly, she peeked down at herself and straightened her attire. “It doesn’t fit as well as it used to, but I appreciate that...”

He glanced downward, past her flat, featureless chest to her lower abdomen, and felt a thrilled shiver run up his spine. Seeing a pony’s underbelly was rare, the sort of thing that only happened by accident or if they were trying to show it off, and it was for a good reason. Nestled above her groin and restrained by her dress were a pair of bosoms that sent his imagination running rampant.

“And it rides higher than I remember,” she added, twisting ever so slightly.

Given a fleeting glimpse of what lay between her legs, sheer black lace snuggled tightly against her loins, he stiffened in more ways than one. Of all the vast mysteries of the cosmos, how and why ponies, a species that were fundamentally nudists, were so painfully enticing while clothed was extraordinarily high on the list. As he subconsciously ran his tongue over his lips, his eyes shot upward when a soft, almost imperceptible snicker sailed to his ear.

Gazing over at her, he swallowed hard. She was the same pony who’d walked in to eat with him, the very first pony who’d greeted him when he’d stumbled into town so many months ago, yet she was different. Her heavily-lidded eyes, the faint smile splitting her muzzle, and the knowing look on her face smacked of a mare who’d just caught him with his hand in the cookie jar, but she wasn’t finished with him yet - not by a long shot.

Resting her chin on her hooves, she leaned forward and closer to him. “Do you have any idea how long it’s been since I wore this for somepony?”

“No…” he murmured.

“Suffice to say, it’s been a long time,” she purred as she extended a foreleg and drew a hoof up his arm.

The warmth of her frog against his skin gave him goosebumps and made it all but impossible to think, much less act. What was he supposed to say? What was he supposed to do? One moment, he’d been sitting down to have what was essentially take-out with his boss - the next, he was being hit on by one of, if not the hottest mares he’d ever had the good fortune of meeting! Put on the back foot, he turned his hand and tenderly caressed her foreleg.

“I - uh - t…thanks,” he mumbled.

Sitting back, she gave his hand a gentle squeeze and retreated. “No - thank you. You don’t know what it means to me.”

He nodded and picked up his burger with trembling fingers. No matter how things played out, this was neither the time nor the place to succumb to his desires - heck, even if it was the time and place for such a thing, how did one put the moves on the equine equivalent to a cougar? Biding his time, he slowly ate and put his brain to work.

The good news was that the remainder of their meal went without incident, chatting between bites of food about goings on in town, gossip, and whatever else came to mind - the bad news was that his attempts to formulate a strategy went unfulfilled. By the time they were finished eating, he was unsure of how things were going to play out or how he wasn’t going to make a fool of himself. He’d struggled with affairs of the heart on Earth, only having gone on a handful of unsuccessful dates in the past, so he had no reason to believe his luck would improve on another planet with a different species - fortunately for him, his date wasn’t afraid to take the lead.

Slipping from her seat as he stood, she crossed to him and took him by the hand. “It was absolutely lovely coming out with you, Anon.”

“Yeah,” he gulped, “it was really nice.”

She craned her neck to peer up at him and beamed. “Do you have anything fun or particularly interesting going on this afternoon?”

Turning his head from side to side, he lost himself in her eyes. “Not really, no.”

“Neither do I,” she lamented. “Unless…”

He held his breath and gave her a moment to continue, but she remained silent. “Unless…?”

“Unless you’d like to escort a young mare home?” she softly urged.

Every instinct he had warned him that this was a trap, a ploy laid to lure him in, yet he was powerless to turn her down. “I’d…” he hesitated for only a split second as he cast his inhibitions to the wind. “I’d like that…”

Stepping to his side while keeping a grip on his hand, she nodded to the door. “Such a gentlecolt. Shall we?”

He took the lead and strolled to the exit alongside her. This was actually happening, he’d unwittingly gone on a date and now he was walking a mare home, but he wouldn’t - couldn’t get ahead of himself. There was a chance - a slim chance, but a chance all the same, that this was just a flash in the pan, a cultural facet that he wasn’t familiar with, so it would be in his best for him and his job that he not make wild assumptions about her intentions for him.

Enjoying the crisp spring air and the warm sun blazing overhead, their trip back to her home did little to calm his frazzled nerves. Several townsponies waved at them as they went along, being as pleasant as ever, and the crisp, cloudless day couldn’t have been more beautiful. For all intents and purposes, everything had gone flawlessly - nevertheless, by the time they reached her doorstep, he was a ball of anxiety.

Opening her front door and turning to face him, she bowed her head. “Would you like to come in?”

His sense of self-preservation and unease was eclipsed by the possibility of what lay within. He figured it would only be a matter of time until he met somepony, if fate was generous enough to smile upon him, yet he couldn’t have predicted he might - might have just scored a jackpot by inviting Mayor Mare out to what he’d presumed was an innocent lunch. Walking inside and hearing her close and lock the door behind him, he started.

Trotting past him and through the foyer, she tossed her keys into a bowl by the entryway. “Go ahead and make yourself comfortable. I’m going to freshen up.”

He waited until she was out of sight, proceeding down a hallway and disappearing through a doorway, before he ventured deeper. Just beyond the foyer, a dining area that led to what looked like a kitchen rested to his left, and a comfortable den sat to his right. Her place was charming, far more spacious than the cozy little apartment he was living in, and just felt nice - not extravagant or gaudy in the slightest, just nice.

Meandering into her living room, he seated himself on a sofa and drank in the surroundings. With a fireplace resting in one wall, careworn hardwood flooring under his feet, and a coffee table placed before him, he contentedly sighed. Irrespective of what she may or may not have planned for him, he was honored that she was comfortable enough with him to give him a sneak peek into her personal life. Shifting a cushion in the corner of the couch, he spotted something beneath the pillow.

He lifted the item, bringing it closer and smiling as he realized what he held. He wouldn’t have pinned Mayor Mare as a fan of romance novels, although the book he held spoke to her literary inclinations. Emblazoned with a cover depicting a mare and stallion deeply kissing within the steamy confines of a shower, the small tome did nothing to counter his hunch - if anything, it lent more weight to his suspicions about her motives.

Slipping the book back from where he’d found it, he shook his head. It really was a wonder that Mayor Mare wasn’t taken, considering how much she had going for her. Good looks, a genteel demeanor, and a thriving political career - she was everything anypony, even a non-pony like himself, could want for a lover. As he pondered on her lack of coltfriend, a faint click sounded from down the corridor.

“Anon?” Mayor Mare called.

He twisted and looked to the hallway. “Yeah?”

“Could I trouble you for one moment?” she chirped.

Pushing himself up, he plodded to the sound of her voice. “One second.”

While she hadn’t sounded distressed, the prospect of helping a friend and getting a peek at her personal life was too good to pass up - plus he was more turned on than he cared to admit. He doubted that she wanted him for anything other than a helping hand, or possibly to show him some treasured belonging, but that was all the more reason to see what she wanted. Pressing through a cracked door, he lifted his head and came to a standstill.

The room was dimly lit, awash in the warm glow of candlelight. It was clear he’d stepped into her bedchamber, yet the minutiae of what lay around him was dominated by what - no, whom rested on the bed before him. Affixing him with what he could only call a come hither look, Mayor Mare lay on her side while beckoning to him. He’d thought she’d looked ravishing in her outfit, although what she currently wore made her gown look downright pedestrian in comparison.

He took a step forward before stopping himself. “Just…just let me drink this in.”

“By all means…” she purred.

Her dress was gone and replaced by something absolutely scandalous. Sheer leggings, a garter belt, a brasserie, and panties, all as black as midnight, clung to her frame and amplified her sensual prowess by an order of magnitude. Ponies could be very easy on the eyes, what with their shapely rumps and soft features, yet he’d underestimated just how seductive they could be.

Hiking a hind leg, she ran a forehoof down her chest, through the valley of her bosoms, and to her nethers. “Like what you see?”

He hadn’t noticed it before, overwhelmed with the sight of her, but a singular detail quickly demanded his attention. Peeking up from beneath the waistband of her panties, above the plump mound of her marehood, was a hint of pink. While he’d learned long ago that she dyed her mane and tail, feeling that the dusty color made her look more distinguished, he hadn’t contemplated that another, far more private part of herself went without such treatment.

As she tugged at her bra and revealed the caramel areola of one nipple, calling upon every ounce of self-control he had, he looked to her face. Gone was the well-spoken, public servant of whom he’d grown acquainted - in her place was a being of unfettered eroticism. It stood to reason that she had marish needs which only a stallion could tend to, yet there he stood, the lone human in all the land, and she’d chosen him over anypony else.

With his pants rapidly tenting and heart thundering in his chest, he inched closer to her. He’d always dreamt that something like this would happen to him, that he’d be seduced by an erotic creature, and he was as ready as he’d ever be for the impassioned moment - or so he thought. No sooner did he place a knee on the foot of the bed than she turned and gradually got to her hooves.

Crossing to him, she touched a hoof to his collar. “Let’s get these clothes off you first.”

“R…right,” he wheezed, straightening and looming above her.

Even standing on the mattress, she was smaller than him, with the top of her head only coming up to his chest, but the disparity of their only added to his arousal. Shying back, he grabbed the hem of his shirt, took a deep breath, and pulled the garment upward. He’d seen her effectively naked more times than he could possibly count, so it was only fair that he returned the favor.

Though he had no experience with stripping or intentionally doing much of anything in an overtly lewd manner, he did his best to put on a bit of a show. His shirt was the first thing to go, removed and flung to the side, before he kicked off his shoes and loosened his belt. While he fiddled with his pants, hoping beyond hope that she’d find his display at least slightly appealing, a low, sensual groan caused him to stop dead in his tracks.

He’d only ignored her for a few seconds, fearing that fixating on her would come across as odd or creepy, but she’d been busy in the brief time he’d been undressing. Sprawled on her back, she kneaded her groin while gnawing her bottom lip. The urge to fling himself upon her was monumental, stronger than anything he’d ever felt before, yet he restrained himself and redoubled his efforts to get out of his stifling clothes.

“Goodness,” she gasped.

Hastily looking himself over, he scrunched his nose. “What’s -”

Clamoring up and closing the gap between them, she breathed hotly on his manhood. “I…I assumed you’d be big, but…”

His pride, as well as other portions of himself, swelled from her awe. It wasn’t like he’d ever had a reason to compare himself to stallions, but her reaction led him to believe he was adequately equipped to satisfy her - in fact, judging from the bead of drool creeping past her lips and down to her chin, he’d say he was rather big compared to any past partners she’d had. Emboldened by his newfound confidence, he sank to a knee and brought himself face to face with her.

“Move over,” he whispered.

She obliged after only a second, coming to her senses and stepping to one side. Crawling onto the very center of the bed, he rolled onto his back and waved her over. He may not have had the most experienced lover in this world or any other, but he had the perfect thing in mind. Seeing as how it was their first and hopefully not last time, a small introduction was well-warranted.

Trotting up to him, she swung a hind leg over his head. The sight of her on the mattress, as titillating as it had been, paled in comparison to the intimate view of her from below. Traced with lacework and gossamer thin, her panties left nothing to the imagination. Taking a breath through his nose, he shuddered as he drew in an ambrosial bouquet.

As much as he would have liked to dive in and feast upon her like she was the last thing he’d ever eat, he refused to act purely from impulse. She was a fine cognac, aged to perfection, and to do anything other than savor her would be tantamount to sin. Lifting his head, bathed in the heat radiating from her, he pressed his face to her groin.

She giggled and bucked back against him, grinding her dampened sex against his face before something warm and wet glided up his length. He didn’t have to see what she was doing to understand that she was just as keen to get started as he was - still, though a part of him yearned to, he didn’t rush. As he brought one hand around her thigh and pulled her undergarment aside, revealing her winking marehood in all its glory, his tongue crept past his lips.

The scent of her arousal was intoxicating, almost bestial in its strength, and it spurred him onward. Dragging his tongue up her thigh and between her lower lips, he moaned into her and tightened his grip on her hips. She tasted marvelous, tart and with a hint of sweet grass, though he wasn’t able to savor the exotic flavor for long.

As she took him into her muzzle, his eyelids fluttered. Heaven help him - he’d had one or two blowjobs before, but they were nothing like what she was doing. Her tongue danced around his length while she drove her head lower and lower. Doubling down, unwilling to be outdone, he lowered his head a hair and focused on her clit. After all the trouble she’d gone through to get him here, he was not going to disappoint her.

She gagged around him and faltered just as her nose bumped against his coin purse. He’d like to say that she was having a hard time handling him, but he had a hunch that there was more to it than that. Toying with the notion of asking if she was alright, he nursed on the sensitive bud of flesh to test his theory.

“Mmmmmmn,” she hummed, rocking back and all but sitting on his face.

Yeah, there was no question about it, she hadn’t wavered purely because of his size - she was having trouble because he was doing a good job. With the fires of his passion burning brighter than ever, he ravished her. His lips, tongue, and hands - every tool at his disposal was set upon her while she bobbed her head and tickled her throat with his manhood.

On and on they went, growing increasingly fervent as seconds turned to minutes and longer still, until she withdrew. With a smack of her lips, she rose and glanced back at him. Not a single word was spoken between them, for they knew exactly what to expect. Now that the appetizer was finished, it was time for the main course.

Stepping away from him, she gingerly nudged his side with a forehoof. Honestly, he wouldn’t have minded proceeding in any position, from cowgirl or doggy to something he couldn’t imagine, but he was overjoyed when she laid down and flipped onto her back after he slid over. Scrambling to his knees and between her outstretched legs, he grinned from ear to ear.

He only slowed once he held one of her fetlocks in each hand - not because he was reluctant to continue, but because of how gorgeous she was. One cup of her bra had slipped downward, leaving her right teat in the open, and her drenched panties had settled into the cleft between her thigh and crotch. The sight of her in her lingerie, vulnerable and willing to give herself to him, seared itself into his mind, but he could reflect upon it later - for the time being, he had more pressing matters to attend to.

Kissing the tip of his length to her entrance, he glanced up to her face. She nodded up at him, and he didn’t hesitate to steadily drive his hips forward. The sweltering heat and velvety caress of her depths was staggering, but it wasn’t until he’d bottomed out, burying every inch of his endowment into her, that he was stricken with how different a mare was to a human.

Like a silken vice, she constricted around him. Her pelvic control was unfathomable, and it was the straw that broke the camel’s back. Bending forward and letting her hind legs slip down to his hips, he snaked his hands beneath her head and locked lips with her. In spite of their innumerable differences, ranging from their age and species to the world upon which they’d been born, they became one.

The sensations she afforded were godly. The delicate hint of her perfume mingling with her natural aroma, how she covetously fought his backstrokes, and the way her tongue entwined with his - everything about her was divine, and she was all the more incredible because she’d given herself to him. Succumbing to his longings, he steadily increased his pace and made wild, intense love with the mare who’d stolen his heart.

Breaking the kiss, she hugged his chest. “R…right there…”

He picked up speed without altering the angle of his plunges. With her voice hitching and a tremor creeping into her thighs, she mewled and bucked up to meet his thrusts. Affectionately nibbling her ear, beseeching whatever deity was listening that he’d be able to gratify her, he was granted his wish.

Her back arched and she howled as she tensed from the tips of her hooves to the top of her head. While his groin and upper legs were baptized in her nectar, he didn’t relent - on the contrary, he pulled out all the stops. There was only so much a man could endure before their discipline broke - for Anon, bringing her to the gates of nirvana was that moment.

Sinking his tongue into her wailing muzzle, he groaned. After the orgasm he’d just given her, there was no reason for him to hold back - however, he railed against his impending release. The physical bliss assaulting him welled, growing stronger with every passing moment, and was elevated by the rapturous knowledge that she’d chosen him over anypony else.

He slipped his head to the side and set his jaw, staving off the inevitable for as long as he possibly could. His pleasure mounted, made all the more torturous by her delighted nickering and panting, until it became too much to bear. Hilting within her, he clamped his eyes shut as he was consumed by ecstasy.

Every climax he’d ever had, be it at his own hands or with another, was nothing compared to the unfettered joy of claiming her. He realized he wasn’t her first, and there was no way for him to tell how long he’d ultimately lasted, with every second stretching on for an eternity, yet he was overwhelmed with the enormity of what they’d done. As he heaved air into his chest, a sense of euphoria settled over him.

He’d done it, he’d crossed the interspecies boundary, and he couldn’t have picked a more perfect mare to do it with. Shakily turning and peeking over at her, he found her smiling at him. He knew it was silly to think that they were made for one another, but he liked to think that this was but the first of many such moments between them.

Pecking his cheek, she tenderly pressed a forehoof to his lips when he opened his mouth. “Let’s just savor it…”

Nodding, he listed to one side and carried her along with him. He was tired, they were both in dire need of a shower, and there was no guarantee that this was nothing more than a flash in the pan, a mere tryst, but those concerns meant nothing in the face of what he had with her. Gazing into her eyes, he smiled. Call it whatever you like, but something told him that this was the start of a new chapter in their lives…