Wet and Wild

by Some Leech

Rating: mature
Tags: Anon, Porn, Fetish, Comedy, Sex, Profanity, Random, Discord, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic
Length: 7415

After being invited to the Ponyville pool, Anon's shocked to discover that Discord is far more versitile than he would have ever guessed...

Adjusting to a world of talking, oftentimes magical equines isn't as fun or as simple as one would assume - fortunately, Anon has a darn fine friend to help him acclimate. The good news is Discord, the Lord of Chaos and reformed menace to society, is a ton of fun, one of a kind, and has plenty of tricks up his sleeve - the bad news is that Eris is all that and much, much more...

Kinks Include: Shocking Revelations, Teasing, Flirting, Swimsuits, Multiple Mammaries, Male on Female, Female on Male, Oral, Vaginal, a Crazy Creampie

Artwork by ChrysalisDraws (Twitter @ChrysalisDraws)

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Published 2024-12-11 21:30:05 UTC
Last updated 2024-12-11 21:30:05 UTC

Fun in the Sun

Lingering in the shade of a beach umbrella, Anon adjusted his swim trunks and pursed his lips. The sun was shining, there was a slight breeze, and not a single cloud hung overhead - in short, it was the perfect day for the grand opening of Ponyville’s public pool. As his eyes wandered from the adults and foals splashing in the crystal clear, undoubtedly refreshing water to one of the half-dozen changing rooms sat off to the side, his brow knit.

Ordinarily speaking, he wouldn’t have bothered going out for a dip somewhere so crowded. The denizens of Equestria were odd, similar enough to humans that he’d adjusted to the place easily while being different in quirky, oftentimes magical ways, and their views on attire could be downright baffling. While most creatures oftentimes sauntered about in the buff, bearing their bare bodies for any and all to see, it wasn’t uncommon for them to don swimsuits while visiting pools or the beach.

“Excuse me…”

Looking over and spotting a family of ponies carrying patio chairs and beach towels, Anon nodded and stepped aside. “Sorry about that.”

He glanced back at the changing stalls while he sought out another bit of shady refuge. What in the hell was taking so long? After being asked to come to the grand opening, he’d assumed he wouldn’t be left waiting for ages - then again, given who’d invited him, he shouldn’t have been too surprised. After crossing to a nearby tree, he squatted down and grimaced.

Everypony he’d met in Equestria, be they a pony or otherwise, had been kind, friendly, and pretty damn polite - yeah, there were a few who were a bit timid or inquisitive at first, but he’d been accepted with open arms - er - hooves after waking up in the land of talking, colorful creatures. Once he’d realized he wasn’t having a fever dream, and accepting that he probably wasn’t in a coma at some hospital back on Earth, his integration had been quick and, all things considered, relatively painless. He’d picked up a job at Sugarcube Corner, a local bakery in Ponyville, got a nice little apartment for himself, and had been fortunate enough to be gifted everything he needed to start his new life by the town’s residents. Things had been going really well for him - that is, until life had thrown him one hell of a curveball.

Discord - the name was seared in his brain. He’d been shocked when he’d answered his door and found himself facing the towering, chimeric Spirit of Chaos. Even for a world filled with mythical creatures, the draconequus was worlds apart and, in his opinion, one of the more intimidating individuals he’d ever laid eyes on - fortunately, as he’d been quick to discover, his unexpected, otherworldly guest hadn’t been nearly as bad as he looked! That first visit had gone relatively smoothly, with the two being introduced by none other than Fluttershy, and it had marked the beginning of something wonderful.

Sighing and closing his eyes, Anon reminisced on the last few months. He’d gotten close to a few folks in Ponyville, especially the Cakes and Pinkie Pie, but none more so than Discord. Maybe it was because they were both one of a kind, being unique in all of Equestria, or perhaps it was due to their mutual love of tabletop games and high fantasy - regardless, as the weeks and months had gradually passed, their friendship had blossomed.

He snapped from his thoughts as a trio of foals dashed by with pool noodles. The entire reason he’d come to the pool in the first place was because Discord had asked, yet the tall, lanky bastard had slipped into one of the outbuildings to, as he’d put it, make himself presentable before going for a swim. Narrowing his eyes, he gave a small, irritated grunt.

While he wouldn’t pretend to know Discord inside and out, he’d learned enough about his friend to know when something was amiss. More often than not, if the guy was taking a little too long, smiled too frequently, or acted innocent, he was up to something - that is to say, he was almost always up to something. As the changing stall opened and a familiar foot stepped into the light, a wave of relief washed over him - a wave of relief that was almost instantaneously overtaken by confusion, dismay, and disbelief.

Looking over at him, spotting him after a second or two, Discord lifted and waved a paw. “Yoo-hoo!”

Anon couldn’t move, couldn’t speak, and struggled to comprehend what he was seeing. Discord was a hodgepodge of different parts, mismatched limbs from a variety of creatures arranged in a vaguely humanoid, although the creature he gawked at both was and wasn’t the draconequus he knew so well. With his jaw all but hitting the ground, he mutely watched his friend skip over to him.

“I hope I didn’t keep you waiting for too long,” Discord huffed.

“I…I…” Anon stammered while his gaze drifted up and down the draconequus’ lanky, lofty frame. “Discord?”

Stepping back and giving a small curtsy, Discord gave a snaggle-toothed grin. “Yes and no. While I was and largely am still Discord, I feel a different name may be more fitting. Please, call me Eris.”

Anon blinked while he tried and utterly failed to process what was happening. Discord was taller than heck, had a long, unremarkable torso, and looked like he’d been pieced together from bits and pieces of a dozen different beasts - Eris, though similar enough to be recognizable, was decidedly feminine. With four pairs of breasts running from her chest to her midsection, each being smaller as they descended, broad hips, and a certain je ne sais quoi that only females possess, she was staggeringly alluring - at least, that was his impression of her.

Jumping back, Anon pinched the bridge of his nose. “What’s the catch?”

“Catch?” Eris inquired. “Do you mean this?”

Snap

Anon cracked an eye and found her seated upon a comically oversized fish hook suspended from the firmament above. His - uh - her power allowed her to do virtually anything she wanted, bending the laws of reality with but a thought, but this was a first - in fact, it was several firsts. Not only had she ever shown off a female version of herself, an act that she’d likely done in the past, but she was wearing clothes.

Following his gaze, she peered down to her tetrad of tube tops. “You mean these? I thought you’d like them…”

“No!” Anon squawked as she pulled at the fabric and revealed the rosy, hairless flesh of a nipple.

“Drat,” she pouted. “I suppose I’ll have to go back to traipsing about in the buff and -”

“No!” Anon repeated, louder and far more desperately. Darting in and taking her by the wrists, he pulled her hands away from her multitudinous bosoms. “Just…just give me a second to take this in.”

Tearing his eyes off her quartet of racks, he released her and stepped away. What should have been a fun little diversion for the day, simply going for a swim before presumably getting some lunch, had become a task so confounding that he genuinely didn’t know how to react. While Eris - darn it, he was already thinking of her by that name! Lifting his head, he stared up at her.

She smiled while she leaned in and brought her snout to within inches of his face. “Yes?”

Fuck - damn it. She even sounded different! Instead of the typical, unquestionably masculine tone, her voice was lilting and impish. As he locked eyes with her, an idea came to his mind. This was some sort of test, game, or potentially both, a novel way that she could screw with him while they were out, and he wasn’t going to give her the gratification she craved.

“Nothing,” he ultimately responded. Walking by her, he took her by the hand and led her to a pair of chairs he’d reserved. “C’mon, I got us a spot over here.”

Nope - there was no way in hell he was going to let her get to him - not again. Whether she was Discord, Eris, or anything else for that matter, she was a master of shenanigans and a maestro of mischief. She’d never done anything to harm him, although she’d come very, very close to giving him a coronary on a handful of occasions - like when he’d woken up to an ursa minor snoozing in bed with him or when she’d shrunk him down to the size of an action figure. Irrespective of whatever she was or wasn’t scheming, it wouldn’t work.

Bending over and retrieving a bottle of sunscreen from a basket he’d brought, he peeked back at her. “Lemme guess, you want me to put this on you too?”

She shrugged, coolly eased herself onto one of the lounge chairs, and turned her back to him. “I hadn’t considered it, but since you asked…”

Anon straightened up and squirted a generous dollop of lotion into one hand. If he knew her at all, she was doing this to get a rise out of him, to make him feel awkward, horny, or a mix of the two, but that wasn’t about to happen. After all the movies and shows he’d watched, on top of the various comics, manga, and literature he’d consumed, he felt confident saying he knew every dirty trick she might throw at him.

Pressing his palms to her upper back, he massaged the sunscreen into her short, downy coat. “So…”

“Hmmm?” she hummed.

“So how long have you been cooking this up?” he inquired while he gently rubbed her shoulders. “Was this one of your spontaneous ideas, or did you spend weeks refining it?”

She sighed and closed her eyes. “The latter, I’m afraid. It’s just that - well, I assumed it would amuse you.”

“The bikini is a nice touch,” he remarked. “Rarity make it for you?”

Nodding her head, she snickered. “She was even more aghast then you are - rather, were. In her defense, she had to get my measurements while I was standing about au naturel, although I didn’t know that she could go such a brilliant shade of crimson.”

Anon laughed while imagining Rarity’s stunned and quite possibly flustered reaction from facing a buck naked, busty draconequus in her shop. The renowned couture was used to dealing with quadrupeds - on top of that, and as far as he was aware, she’d never made anything for Discord or Eris. Thoughtlessly working his way downward, he faltered when his hand strayed toward the thick base of her tail.

“You’re not going to make me finish myself off ~ are you?” she mused. Wiggling her tush, she flashed a smirk over her shoulder. “I’d hate for you to half-ass it…”

Half-ass - of all the phrases she could have used, she had to use that particular one. Her backside had practically tripled in size, going from flat and mediocre at best to big, round, and remarkably soft-looking. Momentarily wondering how plush her rump was, drawn by the sight of her thong pinching into the plump meat on her hips, he shook his head and forced himself to look upward. As long as he didn’t think too hard about her newfound assets, everything would be just fine.

“I gotta say, I’m really digging the manestyle,” he noted in an attempt to change the subject. What had been a long shock of black mane running the back of Discord’s neck and between his shoulder blades had been transformed into a mop of shaggy shaggy white hair atop her head. “It looks good on you.”

Twisting in place, she brushed a lock from her eyes. “Took a bit of fiddling to find the right one, but I’m happy with the results.”

He unwittingly slipped a glance down to her uppermost pair of bosoms, swallowed hard, and sensed a tingling in his loins. “So - uh - is this your first time doing this?”

“Heavens no,” she giggled while flapping her clawed hand. Turning and laying prone atop the chair, she presented her back. “While it’s been ages since I took this form, it felt fitting for the occasion. Here, this should make it easier for you…”

While she swung her tail over to the side, his heart skipped a beat. Her tits, all eight of them, looked fantastic, but her rear - sweet, merciful Celestia, she had a cake that would put even Pinkie to shame. Contrary to what she’d just said, she’d just make his job, as well as a certain something stirring in his trunks, much, much harder.

“Or…” she whispered as she rocked her ample hips from side to side.

Anon’s eyes sailed to her face. “O…or?”

“Or you could get the other side…” she continued.

With a snap of her fingers and a flash of light, she was lying on her back with her hands laced behind her head and a pair of shades balanced atop her snout. The view of her back and behind had been phenomenal, the sort of things that he, in his youth, would have found wildly inspirational, and the sight of the front of her, in all its multi-breasted glory, left him at a loss for words. As he reflexively gnawed his lower lip, beholden to his impure impulses, lustful, wholly inappropriate thoughts assailed him.

To say the development was weird would be an understatement of biblical proportions. One second, he’d been intent on doing a bit of swimming with his friend - the next, his friend was suddenly alluring to a fault, bearing an octet of bosoms, and had one hell of a nice ass - worse yet, even her face was hot! Had he not known better, recognizing her for who she was, he would have considered putting the moves on her right then and there.

Fanning top, the one over her most prominent set of breasts, she fanned herself. “I just wish it wasn’t so hot…”

His mouth paradoxically went dry and began to water. Heaven help him - she’d been at this for no more than a few minutes, and it wasn’t like she’d done anything particularly sultry, yet his sinful urges were becoming increasingly difficult to deny. Would she let him touch her boobs? Was she really willing to let him fondle and smear lotion on her butt? What about her…

Turning his attention to her nethers, he stiffened in more ways than one. Though her loins were covered by her thong, the thin, obsidian fabric of her thong left perilously little to the imagination. The imprint of what could only be a supremely meaty pussy was unmistakable, in contrast to the featureless crotch she sauntered around with as Discord, and he had to assume she’d made it for a very particular purpose.

“Distracted?” she purred.

Rubbing his eyes, he cast his head from side to side. “N…no ~ why would I be?”

“Curiosity maybe,” she postulated. “If that’s the case, allow me to…”

Snap

He dare not look, knowing full well that she’d done something to torment him further - alas, his inquisitive lust got the better of him. As he peeked through his fingers and peered upon her, his heart skipped a beat. Her curves, tits, and sex were all just as captivating to a fault, yet her face, twisted in a knowing grin with heavily-lidded eyes, was what ultimately broke him.

“C…can you not?” he wheezed, his voice cracking slightly. “Somepony might see you.”

“And?” she scoffed. “Anon, nopony truly cares about clothes ~ see?”

Turning his head, he spotted multiple ponies, and at least one changeling, swimming in or lounging around the pool. “Ok? What am I supposed to -”

“Some are as naked as the day they were born, while others choose to wear anything they please,” she explained, motioning to a mare wearing nothing more than a bathing cap. “In case you haven’t noticed, you and your adorable little sensibilities are the only ones making a scene.”

He lifted a finger and opened his mouth to argue with her, but stopped dead when he understood she was right. While there were a small number of ponies looking in their direction, they were focused on him and him alone. Sheepishly nodding to the perplexed poolgoers, he nervously smiled.

Snap

“Better?” she quipped, having rematerialized her bikini over herself.

With a shuddering sigh, he nodded. “Yeah. Thanks…”

“Don’t mention it,” she clucked, wriggling in her seat to make herself comfortable. “Although I…”

He cocked his head and waited patiently for her to continue. It was only when she sat up and peered over the rim of her sunglasses, fixating on something lower down his body, that a cold sense of foreboding gripped him. Turning away and bringing a hand to his groin, he covered his shame.

“I was going to say you have a little problem, but that doesn’t appear to be the case,” she cooed.

“I - what?” he coughed.

With a toothy smirk, she reclined and readjusted her shades. “Did I stutter? In any case, it may behoove you to sit down until you’re slightly less excited.”

Considering she’d made a very good point, in spite of the fact that she was to blame for how worked up he was, he spun around and sat down beside her. So much had happened so quickly that he was still wrapping his head around it all. Arguably his best friend in Equestria had turned into a bombshell, he’d just seen more tits than he had throughout all of his time on Earth, and he was relatively sure that he’d just received a compliment about a very specific part of himself.

He slowly exhaled as he hung his head and looked down at himself. Though he hadn’t wished to dwell on it, merely wishing to collect himself, the notion that he was gifted doggedly refused to leave him. While he grappled with Eris’ flippantly given comment, he squinted down at the tent in his shorts.

One of the strangest things he’d had to acclimate to in Equestria was the pervasive nudism. Both mares and stallions would trot about with their goods on full display, casually showing themselves off as they went about their lives, although he’d only paid any mind to the former - in part because he feared what he may see otherwise. The expression hung like a horse may not have been as applicable to small, pastel equines as it was to their huge, domesticated, distant cousins of Earth, but he had no desire to find out.

“Penny for your thoughts?” she murmured.

“I - h…hey,” he sputtered as she sat up and pressed her chest to his back. Feeling several small, rigid bumps bear against him, he shivered. “That’s not helping…”

Lazily closing her hands over his shoulders, she brought her snout to his ear. “Would you prefer some privacy?”

“And have everypony think we ran off for some hanky-panky? Yeah, no, I’ll pass,” he harrumphed.

She relented, swung her legs off the chair, and rose to her feet. “Well I’m not going to dither about in perpetuity next to the pool. If or when you’re done reining yourself in, feel free to join me.”

With that, flipping her shortly-cropped mane away from her eyes, she strutted away with a swing in her hips. Anon wasn’t much of a betting man, he never had been and he probably never would be, but he’d wager every bit he had that she was trying to put on an act. The way she moved, gracefully sashaying along while languidly swaying her tail from side to side, was captivating, and he wasn’t the only one to succumb to her spell.

Hearing an approving grunt, he looked over and spied a number of young stallions gazing longingly at her. Though they kept their voices low, nudging and whispering to one another as they ogled her, it was painfully obvious what they thought of her. His scowl deepened and his mood darkened as one of the little gang, seemingly goaded on by his friends, cantered around the far end of the pool to intercept her.

To his horror, the stallion didn’t just approach her, he started talking to her. While he couldn’t hear what was being said, being too far away to have any chance of listening in, her reaction was telling. Demurely holding one hand to her bosom, she blushed and batted a hand at him.

There weren’t many times in his life when he acted purely from instinct, but he’d be damned if this wasn’t one of them. Marching up to Eris’s side, he glowered over at the stallion. He hadn’t the slightest clue what they’d been chatting about, but he couldn’t help but assume there’d been some level of flirting going on.

“Anon, finally decided to join me?” Eris chirped. “This fine fellow is - bother. What was your name again?”

“Lance,” the stallion, a rather strapping pegasus, smoothly responded. Turning his eyes over to Anon, he smiled. “I was just telling her how I got accepted into the Royal Guard academy.”

Anon set his jaw and quietly seethed. “Lucky you…”

“Yeah, even scored in the top of the entrance exam,” Lance openly bragged while stretching and flapping his wings. “So, Eris, you got much going on for the rest of the day? Me and the colts were going to go out for ice cream in a bit.”

Reaching up and tapping a finger to her chin, Eris thoughtfully looked upward. “Well I was going to -”

“We were going to get lunch together,” Anon interjected. Taking her hand in his, he inched closer to her. “Had to disappoint you, buddy…”

The sheer gall - the little shit thought he was gonna trot up and smooth talk his way into taking her out somewhere! Lacing fingers with her, he forced a smile and stared down at him. It was entirely possible that he’d been wrong, that Lance didn’t have anything unsavory in mind, yet his intuition told him otherwise.

Glaring up at him, Lance stepped in and offered Eris a wingtip. “Kinda rude of you to say what a fine young creature like Eris is going to do with herself ~ don’t you think, pal?” he darkly chuckled. Shifting his focus up to her face, he shot her a wink. “How about it, babe ~ what’s say we -”

Eris burst into laughter and nearly doubled over. “I…I - Wheeze - g…give me a moment,” she rasped between giggles. It took her a moment to compose herself, straightening up and wiping a tear of mirth from her eye, but she did so with a grin. “As much as I appreciate the offer, Lance, I’m afraid I’ll have to politely refuse. For starters, I’m far, far older than you, by several eons if I had to guess - secondly and more prudently, and not to offend, I’m just slightly out of your league.”

“I wouldn’t say that,” Lance countered. Sailing upward to hover before her face, he nodded his head. “It’s not about the size of the boat, it’s about the motion of the ocean.”

Anon’s irritation blossomed into outright contempt. It was perfectly reasonable for somepony to be forward and proud of themself, but the sheer arrogance bleeding from the pegasus bordered on the nauseating. Seconds from leaping to Eris’ defense, he was cut off when she shifted and lifted her free hand.

“The ocean,” she wistfully sighed. “Pray tell, are you a fan of the sea, Lance?”

Beating his wings, Lance shrugged. “It’s nice enough, but -”

“Oh good!” she interrupted. “Then allow me to give you the smallest glimpse of the ocean where I’m from…”

Snap

In the blink of an eye, the world and everything in it was gone - in their place was a swirling, infinite sea of madness. Colors that couldn’t exist swam in Anon’s vision, the cacophony of eternity rang in his ears, and waves of biting cold mingled with searing heat washed over him. The experience lasted no longer than an instant, a fraction of a fraction of a second, before a second snap brought him back to the poolside.

Extending her arm, Eris reached out and patted Lance on the head. “Be a good colt and run along now…”

Lance peered into the distance, his eyes blurry and unfocused, then took off like a bullet. Where he was going, what he’d thought of his ephemeral glimpse of the realm of chaos, and if he was on the cusp of voiding his bowels were mysteries - nevertheless, he swiftly departed without saying a word.

Anon dug a pinky into his ear as his equilibrium recalibrated. “Could have warned me.”

“Oh please,” she jeered. “It’s one of the few ways I can keep you on your toes, Anon - besides, you’ll have to get used to it sooner or later.”

Keeping hold of her hand, he craned his neck upward. “And why’s that?”

“So I can take you on a date there, silly,” she hummed. Tapping a taloned digit to the tip of his nose, she gently squeezed his hand. “It’s only fair.”

Anon released her and shied back. The small scene they’d caused, followed immediately afterwards by what could easily be construed as playful banter between the mismatched pair, had not gone unnoticed. Several ponies watched them in awe, bewilderment, fascination, amusement, or some combination of the four, and he wanted - needed to put an end to it. Some jokes landed better than others, it was a fact of life, but the one she was playing on him was starting to wear thin.

“I’ll pack a picnic basket, bring a bottle of wine, and ~ where are you going?” she asked.

Strolling away from the pool and toward the grassy park beyond it, Anon motioned for her to follow. “I want to ask you something…”

“Coming, my sweet!” she enthusiastically and quite loudly cried as she pranced after him.

He kept his eyes lowered and refused to look at her while he plodded along. She didn’t care about making a spectacle of herself, being as unabashed and bombastic as ever, although he’d prefer not to give the wrong impression to the fine folk of Ponyville. In a world without internet or high speed communication, excluding the sorcerous sending of scrolls, word of mouth could and oftentimes would spread like wildfire.

Coiling her tail around his midsection, she kept pace alongside him. “Is this the moment you were going to ask me out on a date?”

The word cut him to the quick. He wasn’t opposed to dating outside his species - hell, he was actually open to finding a marefriend or some other cute little creature for himself, but that wasn’t going to happen if she was parading herself around as his lover. While he’d grown used to her ribbing him, inquiring on if he’d found his special somepony before, this was pushing a line.

He slowed some distance away from the pool, far enough from the hustle and bustle not to be easily overheard, and turned to face her. “Can you please stop?”

“Stop what? Anon, you have to be more specific,” she coyly tutted.

“It’s just - ugh,” he groaned and drew a palm over his face. “If ponies start gossiping and thinking we’re an item, what good will that do for either of us?”

Tussling his hair, she smiled. “As if they don’t do that already - why, ponies are well aware of how inseparable we are.”

“That’s not funny,” he groused.

She slowed and peaked a brow as her glee waned. “Who said it was? Am I to assume you’d take some umbrage with dating the Lady of Chaos?”

“But you’re not the Lady of Chaos,” he insisted, “you’re Discord - just a girl Discord.”

“Anon, my sweet, naive little Anon,” she whispered while shaking her head. Sinking down to one knee, she brought her face to eye level with him. “Just because I tend to gallivant around as Discord doesn’t mean that’s what I am. I can be anything my heart desires, including this remarkably alluring form you see now.”

Averting his gaze from her, Anon remained silent. What she’d said made sense, given that her powers virtually made her a goddess, although it was still a lot to take in. She could do anything, be anything, and was one of, if not the oldest living creature on the planet, even having spent over a millennia imprisoned in stone, so he was in no position to call her out for bullshitting him. With the subject of her sex and gender addressed for the time being, he turned his attention to the other, far more pressing matter at hand.

“So what’s your plan with this?” he pressed. “Are you just screwing with me or are we going to go for the friends with benefits angle?”

His attempt at making light of the situation by cracking a small joke didn’t just backfire - it failed spectacularly. A smirk split her muzzle, she eyed him hungrily, and her tail tightened around him. She had him in her clutches, outclassing him in every conceivable and possibly several inconceivable ways, and there was nothing he could do to escape.

“Correct me if I’m wrong, but screwing typically happens after a date or two and in a more intimate setting,” she breathed. “As for the friends with benefits you mentioned, I’m game if you are.”

Holy hell - he’d fucked up, he’d fucked up catastrophically. As he anxiously laughed and told himself that she was bluffing, his anxiety spiked when he saw the twin-rows of her rock hard nipples pressing through her bikini tops. Anyone could pretend to be horny, he’d done so a few times himself, but it was exponentially more difficult to fake tangible signs of arousal - well, for most creatures.

She was making a fool of him - she had to be. Never before had she ever done anything like this, at most giving him a stack of PlayColt magazines to keep him company on his long, lonely nights, and it was highly unlikely that she’d throw him a curve ball of this caliber in any seriousness. There was only one thing he could do to turn the tables on her, and he wasn’t above doing it.

Throwing an arm up and grabbing her by the back of her head, he pulled her in and locked lips with her. She flinched and grunted in shock, taken aback by the passionate kiss, although she didn’t resist him in the slightest - on the contrary, and much to his chagrin, she doubled down. As her long, forked tongue snaked past his lips and into his mouth, it dawned on him that he’d made his predicament exponentially more complicated.

And just like that, spurred on by a rash, silly little idea, he found himself at an impasse. He could and in all rationalness should have brought things to a screeching halt, thrown himself away from her, and explained that he’d simply meant to give her a taste of her own medicine - however, the instant she softly moaned and brought a hand to the small of her back, his sensibilities wavered. She wasn’t really into this kind of thing ~ was she?

He wriggled free when her fingers crept beneath the waistband at the back of his shorts. “Wait wait wait…”

Thrusting her hand into his trunks, she clasped his ass and kept him from escaping. “Give me one good reason why I should…”

Words failed him - actually failed him. There was no rebuttal that he could give to invalidate what she’d said or either of their actions. He had a raging hard-on, she’d just willingly tickled his tonsils with her tongue, and he’d bet his bottom bit that, despite not dipping a clawed toe in the pool, she was drenched. His eyes betrayed him, flitting downward, and bulged at what awaited him.

She held the front of her bikini open, exposing her glistening, furred nethers to the open air, and touched a finger to the glistening mound of her sex. “If I didn’t know better, I’d say I sprung a leak,” she tittered. “If only I knew a strapping, well-equipped plumber to help me…”

Snap

His bathing suit was replaced with a plaid shirt, suspenders, and a hefty tool-belt, yet he was far too preoccupied to care about his abrupt change of wardrobe. A wiser man would have staved off the advances of the nigh omnipotent, chimeric beauty who, until minutes prior, had been his friend - unfortunately, her firm hold of his butt, the amorous look in her eyes, and his raging libido made it all but impossible to think with the head on his shoulders. Mirroring her motions and clutching her fat, exquisitely fuckable ass, he shook his head in defeat.

She beamed and drew him nearer. “I guess that answers that question. With that out of the way, perhaps we could find somewhere private to - Mmmph?!”

Striking like a serpent, he grabbed her by one horn, hauled her head downward, and ensnared her in a fierce, passionate kiss. If they hadn’t already passed the point of no return, his wandering hands and steely grasp saw them to and beyond it. While their tongues entwined, his hand slid around her hip, under her bikini, and to her crotch.

Holy hell - he’d been aware that she had a higher body temperature than him, having hugged or been hugged by her on several occasions, yet the heat rolling off her sex was astonishing. Experimentally running a finger over her juicy, sweltering lower lips, she trembled and fidgeted in his arms. Emboldened and more turned on than ever, he stumbled back in shock when she pushed him back.

“Y…you’re not into it?” he muttered, unsure if he should feel more disappointed with himself for caving or with her for leading him on.

Snap

He stumbled back and looked around in a panic. She could have done anything, from something grand like changing the laws of physics to giving him a candy thong, although nothing appeared to be different about him or the world. He was still wearing the plumbing outfit she’d spontaneously given him, her sensual form and bikini were unchanged, and everything was as it should be - or so he thought.

Lowering herself into a deep, splay-legged squat, she nonchalantly began loosening his belt. “Just a bit of privacy.”

“What do you…” he trailed off as he glanced over at the pool.

Everypony was frozen, locked in time and literally captured in the moment. While it was somewhat unsettling to learn that Eris could control the flow of time itself, he wasn’t allowed to dwell on the revelation for long. Feeling the air grace his manhood, he peered downward as she guided his pants down his legs.

She stared at his cock in silence, seemingly enwrapt by the sight of it, before drifting forward and then suddenly recoiling. “Anon…”

Licking his lips, he met her gaze. “Y…yeah?”

“I’m compelled to choke myself on this immaculate member of yours,” she murmured.

“I - um - go ahead?” he hesitantly replied. “You don’t have to ask for permission to -”

Softly laughing, she gently brought her lips to the tip of his length. “I wasn’t asking, Anon - no, I was simply warning you…”

“War - Guh?!” he gasped and reflexively bucked his hips as she practically inhaled his shaft.

Fighting through tides of bliss, he steadied himself and took hold of her horns. He’d freely admit that he was far from some playboy, being relatively inexperienced with carnal affairs, yet it was hard for him to imagine receiving a better blowjob. With her tongue coiling around and stroking his shaft, she bobbed and lightly torqued her head from side to side.

The physical sensations she afforded, as phenomenal as they were, were only one facet of the sinful, completely unprompted tryst. Seeing some movement lower down her body, he looked past the pouting lips mopping his length. Any lingering doubt that this was some elaborate, twisted joke died when he realized what she was doing.

She was playing with herself, getting off while she swabbed her throat with him! He’d witnessed some pretty provocative stuff over the years, although her enthusiasm and shamelessness, paired with her exotically erotic figure and charming face, skyrocketed her to the top of that list. As he lightly thrust into her face, his inhibitions evaporated.

Her technique was impeccable, giving him a show while she expertly worked the most sensitive parts of his cock, and he quickly learned how big of a problem that was. Creeping closer and closer to his limit, sensing the telltale signs of release waxing in strength, he was brought to a crossroads. Though she may be unbothered by finishing him off with her muzzle alone, his pride demanded that he give her more than just a load of seed down her gullet.

“T…time out,” he rasped.

Gradually withdrawing, she cleared her maw and scrunched her snout. “Is something wrong? I could swear that you were moments from -”

“I want both of us to feel good,” he asserted. “After doing all of this,” he hastily added, waving around himself before gesturing to her, “it’s only fair.”

Her cheeks darkened and a playful glint danced across her eyes. “In that case…”

Snap

Reclined atop an old-timey fainting couch, she dramatically held the back of one hand to her forehead. “Take me, Anon, make a proper she-beast out of me!”

Theatrics aside, her pose was striking. Bereft of her bikini, she splayed her legs and presented herself to him in all her feminine glory. While he’d been reluctant to look at her when she’d briefly gotten naked by the pool, being too timid to do more than spare her a glance, there was nothing hindering him now. His first step toward her was followed by a second, then a third and a fourth, until he was kneeling on the sofa and moving between her outstretched legs.

“Not to worry about the formalities and foreplay,” she snickered while closing her legs around his midsection. “If this is half as engaging as I presume it will be, we can thoroughly experiment and explore one another later…”

Touching his cock-head to her succulent entrance, he peered into her eyes. Planned or otherwise, she wanted this as much or more than he did. As he steadily plunged into her, forced in by her flexing legs, the final shreds of his self-doubt were erased outright. Her depths were like molten silk, balmy and decadently slick, and they exceeded his wildest expectations.

“You know what the best part about being a draconequus is?” she mused. Waiting until he gave a faint, wary nod, she clenched around him. “Superb pelvic control.”

Her vice-like confines bore down on him, brutally squeezing his manhood and causing a whimper to creep past his lips. It was at that moment, being balls deep in sanity-shattering pussy, that he let himself go. Draping himself over her torso, he braced his knees and set to rutting her like a beast possessed.

Sliding down the sofa, she embraced tenderly clawed at his back. Ok, yeah, this couldn’t be the first time she’d gotten down and dirty as a chick - if it was, she had an incredible knack for being on the receiving end of things. While she milked his cock, relaxing on his thrusts and constricting on his backstrokes, he twisted his head and kissed her nipple.

Gutturally groaning, she weaved the fingers of one hand through his hair and vehemently held his face to her bosom. “Oh Anon!”

Fuck it - after everything she’d put him through, she deserved the very best he could deliver. Sucking and delicately biting down on her teat, he snaked an arm between them. A legendary lover he was not, but he knew a thing or two about how to press a girl’s buttons. He blindly quested for a second, worming his hand down her groin, and was rewarded with a sharp, rapturous squeal.

She undulated against him, thrashing upon the couch, while he rubbed her bulging clit. The good news was that he’d put her on the ropes, making up for his prior reservations by showing he was willing and completely able to please her - the bad news was that he’d have to pace himself. The last thing he needed to do was to end things in a premature, sticky, inglorious way - as such, he reined himself in.

Taking a goldilocks pace, being neither too fast nor too lethargic, he hammered into her from above. Though he was grateful that time was locked, preventing anypony from getting an eyeful of them going at one another, a part of him was disappointed. A union of this caliber, the pairing of a demigod and a human from another realm, was surely a first in Equestira’s history, but he’d like to think it wouldn’t be the last.

Without a mirror or any outside input available, his imagination ran wild. There he was, half her size and of an entirely different species, and he had her eating out of the palm of his hand. Lowering his head and switching to another breast, he zealously nursed from her as his balls lightly slapped against her tush.

The show any onlookers would have received may have been spectacular, yet the symphony they created was just as impressive. The drumbeat of their colliding bodies was accentuated by the animalistic noises they made. Heavy breaths, grunts, lilting moans, and the occasional sinful promises rang through the still air, while they gave themselves to one another.

On and on he went, plowing her as though she were a fertile field in spring. Sweat beaded his brow, his dick throbbed and rhythmically beat upon her womb, and his balls ached with anticipation. He was actually quite proud of his performance, lasting as long as he had, but his endurance was finite. No sooner did she cry out and spasm, her toes curling and sex violently seizing his pistoning shaft, than she dragged him into an oblivion of ecstasy with her.

His climax was unparalleled, so powerful that it threatened to fracture his mind, and he was unable to stop himself from giving a victorious bellow as he came. With his hips twitching, he hilted himself as deeply as he could and filled her with his essence. He’d done it, he’d officially popped his interspecies cherry, and there was no going back.

Wearily lifting his head, he gave a halfhearted smile. “G…good for you?”

She barely moved, keeping her head rolled back while she heaved air into her chest, though she did give him a shaky thumbs up. “Y…yeah…”

Awash in bliss, and with a euphoric stupor settling over him, his higher functions sluggishly returned. Apprehension, dismay, and concern vied for dominance, robbing him of his joy - that was until she twisted and pulled him onto his side. Save and secure in her clutches, she kissed the top of his head.

“If…if you want,” she breathed, “we could still go out for that lunch you promised…”

A date? Was she actually implying that they’d go on a date? Squirming and peeking up at her, he fell still. Her face was beet red, she wouldn’t or couldn’t look him in the eyes, and she shifted about uncomfortably. He’d been so worried about making things awkward that it hadn’t accounted for her feelings on their fling.

“What if we just take things slow - I mean, slower than this,” he began.

The corners of her lips turned up. “I’d…yeah, let’s just do that and see where this goes.”

He closed his eyes and rested his head, relishing her warmth. Was this going to be the start of a relationship between them? Would their friendship change? Had their scandalous deed broken any Equestrian laws? Brushing aside the myriad of questions that flitted through his head, while wondering what the future held for them, he took solace in having such an extraordinary, wonderful, and cherished friend…