Chapter Four part 1

Picking up from where we left off, Julio was in a state of irreconcilable rage and sadness, feeling deprived of everything that ever meant anything to him, his thoughts, his opinions, his ideas, his uniqueness, his individuality, etc… At this point, he was reduced to gripping a stuffed animal (with Rainbow Dash’s scent on it, of course) that a friend of hers had given him for support and in an attempt to promote calmness, but at the moment, he wanted to shank the damned thing.

But the one thing that stood out the most was his current unwarranted hatred for his own classmates.

“Goddamn crackers. I can’t get a moment’s peace around here for nothing…”

All the unpleasant memories, the torment and torture, and the emotional strain and distress he lived with for nearly six and a half years came flowing back with a vengeance.

“Augh, goddamn…”

He certainly remembered feeling very ashamed for his very own ethnic roots in those memories. Unleashing a pang of frustration, he grabbed the stuffed toy by the neck, “choking” it.

“I hate all these white motherfuckers…”

He then threw it across the small cranny of the main office that he’d shut himself in. One could tell that he wanted to do something drastic. He needed a drink.

But when he opened the door, however, there was a younger mare, a freshman to be exact, to greet him. What she had to say was not exactly the best thing to be saying to an emotionally-broken young man like Julio.

Her bile: “Hon, if you are not ready to be a man and commit yourself to one mate… you need to wait to have sex. The pain you can cause to a woman and her child are very real, it happens every day. Be responsible for your actions and exercise your self-control.”

Even though her intentions were good, for an unpredictable Julio, those very words set off an unimaginable chain reaction, one that no one ever saw coming. He exploded.

“Nigga did I just catch you talking shit about me?”

Julio’s right hand (or his “pimp-slap hand”, as he liked to call it) swung hard and fast and struck the filly’s face, with the impact bringing her crashing to the floor. And there she laid, on the waxed tile floor of the main office, blood coming out of the wound, and possibly unconscious.

Spitfire, a friend of Rainbow Dash for a few years, trotted in and was immediately shocked at what she saw.

“Oh my goodness! Is everything okay?”

“Like hell it ain’t!” he screamed while continuing his fit.

Spitfire put a hoof over Julio’s heart. “Come with me for a while. Dash’s in the courtyard outside. We have something to tell you… we’ve all been waiting for this, for you, for all of us.”

Expressing bewilderment, he followed the mare closely. Opening the doors to the outside, he found Rainbow Dash looking very frazzled and shaken. She was sniffling, and her mane wasn’t in the tomboyish style he was used to, but rather it was long, graceful, hanging, flowing past her neck and ears and felt like silk to the touch. It felt quite nice, to say the least.
“Wow… your mane is so beautiful,” Julio complimented.

“Thanks!” Rainbow responded before kissing Julio on the lips.

“A beautiful day, isn’t it?”

“Yeah, I guess.” Rainbow was still a bit emotionally reserved, what with her honey-bunny practically losing his sanity.

• • •

And before they knew it, Julio was on a ride with Rainbow Dash, Spitfire and some green-colored mare that he thought was on the soccer team. Their destination was unknown. To stave his nervousness, he reminisced about the “good old days,” as he would when he was concerned about something.

Julio, in eighth grade, was an avid soccer and football fan, though he never actually played either sport. Whenever his granddaddy came over to visit, the two and Julio’s dad would almost always talk about sports.

“Who won the game last night, daddy?” A young Julio asked enthusiastically.

“We won it again, sonny!” Dad affirmed, along with a cheer from his son to second that. “Bears Rule!” Julio whooped in support.

Granddad stepped in. “How listen here real close, Poindexter: I’m gonna show you how to shoot close enough to a raccoon that it craps itself!”

Julio guffawed at the memory.

“What’s that babe?” Rainbow Dash asked.

“Naw, it’s nothin’ serious.”

After a few minutes, they land. The place seemed unfamiliar at first, but once Rainbow pointed at the bush where Pinkie Pie jumped out of the first time they made love, he knew it. They landed at the rock… their rock. The rock where their passions finally became known, a declaration of sorts that their relationship wouldn’t be going anywhere anytime soon…

“So this is it?” Spitfire asked.

“Yep,” Rainbow Dash replied. She then lied down on the rock and stretched herself out.

It was then that the green mare opened her saddlebags and got out what looked like a paintbrush and a can of paint, assumedly from an art set.

“What is that?” Julio asked.

“I want to tell the world that we’re in love… an item, and that nobody can change that… nobody…” The same mare that brought out the paint and brush carried them over and set them next to Julio.

Opening the can of paint, Spitfire laid herself down next to the special boy. “I think you can take it from here.”

Almost immediately, he dipped the paintbrush into the paint. He started off by painting a simple outline of a heart. After that, he made a few quick strokes to make out Rainbow Dash and his own initials.

Spitfire interrupted him. “Can I borrow that for a second?”

“Sure.” The fiery-maned mare gripped the brush between her teeth and managed to scrawl her own initials before the green one followed with hers. On that note, Julio forgot to ask for her name…

Julio hobbled his way over. “L D” it read.

“L.D.?”

The green mare finally uttered a reply. “Lightning Dust!”

“Well, in that case, it’s a pleasure to meet you,” Julio reached out for an interspecies hand-hoof shake, “my name’s Julio.”
“Nice to meet you too.”

Julio got right back to work. With these next few brushstrokes, he gracefully wrote out the word forever directly next to the heart he painted earlier. Looking down at his work, it was simple, but enough to make a lasting impact.

“I love it, Julio!” Spitfire exclaimed.

Rainbow Dash simply climbed atop him and licked, timidly at first, but once he was okay with it, she added her hooves in an embrace.

He also noticed Spitfire checking him out.

“What’s going on?” Julio asked nervously.

Rainbow kissed him with passion. “I’m sure you’re wanting an explanation…” the orange one broke the silence. “Yes…”

Spitfire then explained in intimate detail: “Here’s the thing. Mares, your females, are about to start having these things called estrus cycles. Every few weeks, we have periods of heat where our bodies will be sexually receptive, and therefore we will be begging for your affections. You can tell that a mare’s in heat simply by looking at her: she’ll love up on you more, she’ll be fidgety, she’ll swish her tail, she’ll raise her rear at you or even push it up on you; and we’ll be very wet and very hot and very horny and we will want to rut you soooo badly,” she intoned, rubbing her rear on him. “And you can smell it too,” she went on. “Here, smell me.” He parted Spitfire’s nether lips and took a good, hard, intoxicating whiff. “That’s our pheromones. We’re just hot, hormonal messes just begging to be taken…”

And even then, she continued, trotting in a sensual gait. “And we can’t help it one bit. In fact, the only thing I can think about right now is pulling off those clothes of yours and making love to you over and over and over! If you don’t satisfy our urges right now, I don’t know what else we’d do!”

Going on, “And since you can’t get a pony pregnant, we can just enjoy ourselves… You’re a very nice guy, and we all talked about this beforehand, and we think you’re just the one to accommodate us. She sauntered over, almost face to face with him, sitting in his lap, and concluded in a deep, hushed moan: “So get ready for the time of your life, you super-cute pretty boooooy!”

Julio perked up at the thought, contemplating about kissing the heated mare in his arms. After diverting his focus (which took a little willpower in itself), his eyes began to fixate on the ground, staring into space. I must be dreaming, he thought.

“Hey baby… I ran into a buddy of yours in the office. Remember Seth?”

“Yeah! I remember Seth! He was awesome! Julio replied, elated.

“He told me that he’s been hearing about what’s going on with you, and he understands what you’re going through. I think at one point, I started getting flashbacks from Equestria… but nevertheless, once I saw you in the office, I knew that this couldn’t wait any longer.” She got right into the young man’s face.

“So that’s why you’re here,” the rainbow one concluded.

It all came back to him now. Being looked upon by all the mares (and a few colts), the constant requests for dates or “lovin’”, and so-on-so-forth… To the Equestrians, he was essentially their equivalent of Casanova.

“Isn’t this exciting?” Rainbow Dash said. Then she leapt on him and kissed him with a burning passion. A trickle of the mare’s slickness landed on his groin area. He trembled a bit, and his jeans became tight, to the point where Spitfire noticed and managed to undo the button and zip down the zipper.

“I’m sure it is!” Julio replied with a hint of exuberance. The two kissed again. “May I do the honors?”

“Of course.” Rainbow Dash backed off in order to pull the jeans completely off and out of sight, his boxers following suit.
Rainbow Dash then lowered herself onto Julio’s towering spire, and the two of them groaned in utter bliss, as this was the connection and closeness they’ve been wanting for so long.

“Oh yeah!” she screamed towards the heavens. Julio could feel everything fading away, the only sensation present being the warmth and sheer intimacy of his longtime mare’s femness. They could have stayed like this forever, but the sight of Rainbow unfurling her wings changed that. She then began to flap her wings back and forth, which in turn moved her body up and down Julio’s rod. It felt amazing.

“Oh hell yeah, keep doing that! Keep doing that!” Julio begged of her as the flapping continued.

“You know, you can just take over whenever you want,” Rainbow said.

“But I want to keep doing this,” replied Julio, a bit distraught. “It feels nice.”

And Spitfire said, with an incredible amount of seduction: “But she’s in heat, and she needs a strong male to mate with. You’re the strong male, so I think you should take her.”

The thought of a stallion forcing herself over a mare seemed to abusive, immature, heartless, and un-gentlemanly; to him, the female was being used as a sex object. So Julio proposed: “I’ve got something in mind,” he said, then looked up at the mare on top of him. “Do you want to do it the normal way we’ve been doing it, or do you want to keep doing it like we’re doing now?

Rainbow kicked around the thought for a few seconds. “Dolphin-style or missionary?”

“I want to show ‘em how it’s done, so I wanna do both,” replied Julio.

Spitfire offered Julio a place to lie back as he was taken. As he accepted the offer, the rainbow mare climbed on top with Julio shifting her rear over top of his spire before allowing her to lower herself.

Julio let out a little noise when he felt a pair of wet folds beginning to encase his manhood. He immediately reached out to grab and kiss her, which his mare reciprocated. They locked lips and moaned as the excitement swelled. He began to run his fingertips through her mane, then slide them downward. He stopped to pull on her withers, a hot-spot that a stallion is said to pull on when he’s mounting a mare, to which Rainbow gave a moan. After that, he rubbed his hands up and down her back, making sure to resist the urge to go straight for the tush – he planned to save that for last.

His next destination was the wings, where his fingers found their way through the individual feathers, enrapturing Rainbow with pleasure beyond words. She felt like having an orgasm right there and then through the wing ruminations, but remembered about the boy underneath her gifting such hedonistic stimulation. She broke their kiss as his fingers reached her cutie marks (which he gave as much of a ravishing as the rest of her) in favor of a full-out affectionate licking of his face. Julio tried to shy away the advance, but with no success.

Julio was closing on an explosive climax. Throwing himself at his carnal urges, he turned to tables (so to speak) so that he was on top of Rainbow Dash, in the missionary position – standard for all humans. He felt the pressure building up inside him as he pumped faster, sensing that the mare was getting close too. Suddenly, his manhood was gripped with incredible tightness by her inner goddess as her womb milked him for everything he had. The two were linked together the entirety of him inside her lady garden, his tip touching her cervix, their most private of parts pressed together. The two were one!

He was still coming hard and fast, shooting ropes into the mare. Once they both finished, Julio seized up in raw bliss before falling to the ground. He stumbled around for a few seconds before he was able to get himself together back on solid ground – he was still floating on air.

As far as the just-satisfied mare, her rear was still in the air, and her vaginal lips were still winking, wanting to be filled again. It took her a few minutes for Rainbow to come off her heat haze enough to function properly.

“That was incredible!” Rainbow squealed. Julio was thrown into an embrace almost immediately, causing him to relax a bit and calm down.

Rainbow did a double take. With the small gob of ejaculate left on the end of him, he touched her rump (which was still slightly in the air) and grazed her winking slit, leaving cum on her clit. Her tail was continuing to flick around and it swatted him in the face, the tingle of it lingering for a while, which was obvious since he was taken to the edge of heaven and back with the mare of his dreams. It was an amazing thing to get to experience, and for that he was grateful to have somepony, a heartthrob like her, in his life.

“Thank you, babygirl! I love you so much!” Julio threw his arms around her in a loving embrace.

“You’re welcome,” Rainbow returned, a tear coming to her eye. “Don’t mention it.” He was about to fall asleep, but that was until Spitfire wanted her turn.

“Hot stuff…” she said, swishing her tail and shaking her rump, “are you going to be of service?”

Lightning Dust followed suit, spreading her haunches and raising her tail so she could drip – right on him. With that, Julio could feel his stamina slowly coming back. But they wanted it now, so they handed him a drink that they said tasted like a glass of sweet tea but had a hormonal booster in it so he’d back in action again.

“It’s good,” Julio replied, groggily. He fell asleep soon after.

~~~

Thirty minutes later, Julio awakened beside his lover, feeling refreshed. Spitfire tugged on his hair in a rather rude attempt to get his attention, because there were two other mares that needed their satisfaction, and they were going to get it at any cost.

“Hey boy,” the yellow mare cat-called. She then raised her tail and exposed her nether region so he could get aroused again.

“Come on, honey…” Lightning said before nudging him over in the other one’s direction, while Rainbow was left to snooze. Julio’s body was pressed up against Spitfire’s rump, causing him to get excited. Yes… the bottom one thought, that should get him going…

Lighting Dust, still behind Julio, started grinding the two together, getting herself a little heated. LD, you can wait!

Next thing, while the orange one took over the grinding and getting him in the mood, Lightning pulled his jeans down for the second time that day before Julio fumbled around to allow his manhood to escape through the hole in his boxers. The green one took it into her mouth to get him slicked up, and then the time came to ravage Spitfire.

She got on all fours in the usual position to get mounted, but one issue – her privates came up almost to his chest. Seeing the difference, she lowered her hind legs, kneeling so the boy could get a better start.

“Mount me and ride me into that mud right over there, baby, get me all gooey,” she cried out in sexual frustration. That was all the motivation he needed to give it to her.

Aw, hell, Julio thought for a minute, I’ll just go with it, see where it goes...

“Come aaaaaaaawwn hurry it up back there!” Spitfire croaked.

“I apologize, Spitty,” Julio said, “this isn’t something I’m used to, but I think I can make it work.”

“Can you?”

“Yeah, I think so.”

Julio then shimmied in between the mare’s spread haunches, pressed his body against her rear, and gripped the underside with his hands.

This will do nicely, Julio thought. He backed up slid into her fem, placed his hands on her cutie marks, and leaned forward just a hair.

He moved around a little bit, making sure everything was right, but he couldn’t help but muse to himself, “Oh my, she’s hotter than the blast furnaces at Bethany!”

Julio snapped out of his trance when he felt Spitfire get a lot wetter than how she was a while ago – she was gushing – she must have been very desperate…

“Yeah, I feel nice, don’t I?” he heard escape from her lips.

“Yes!”

“Well, my heat isn’t going to satisfy itself,” Spitfire urged, “now take me!” One couldn’t deny the power and irresistibility of a mare in heat, this one being no exception; so with that in mind, he went right into it. He spread his legs apart, flush with his partners’ so he’d have some more oomph behind his thrusts… and oomph he certainly packed.

“Harder! Faster!” she started screaming. As usual, he didn’t forget the clit – he began to push his balls right up next to it to stimulate it.

Then, all of a sudden, Julio leapt right on top of the mare, threw his arms around her chest, and pounded even faster, bumping her uterus several times in the process. She was almost ready to burst.

Julio felt a familiar sensation swell in his groin, signaling that he was about to come. “I’m in the home stretch, big girl!”

“Same here!” the mare squealed. Julio let out a groan and returned his hands to her butt and squeezed tightly, his cum coating her cervix while she herself came. The two began to pant. He took a hand and rubbed her nub to further the sensation.

Once the orgasm slacked off, Julio said, “Can we just lie down like this?”

“Please do…” she lucidly replied. His manhood withdrew on its own accord, spilling love juices out of his partner’s vagina and down her vulva.

“Wow… I’ve never felt this close to a boy before, especially not someone this awesome,” Spitfire testified.

“Oh, thank you, sweetie,” Julio replied.

“I thought I’d let you know that…” she said, “You know, it seems like the only kind of ‘good old boys’ out there like to use girls, but you, my friend, stand out from all the rest. You’re kind, handsome, a gentleman, and a badass motherfucker whenever you need to be – all rolled up into one package… but those idiots? Keep on dreaming, you stupid sons of bitches. They’s jealous…” She yawned, becoming a mite drowsy from her much-needed climax.

“I’m sure they are,” Julio reassured, patting her head in return. She fell asleep shortly after.