Liquid Gold
Chapter I
The Stuntmare
I envy most ponies. Most of them don't have to go around hiding their special talent. I have more limbs than I do friends who know what my cutie mark actually means.
Three yellow drops. The ponies of Manehattan know me as the friendly stallion who runs the lemonade bar near the park. And today was a slow day.
“Guess it's cheap noodles and dandelions again this week,” I muttered. “So much for hiring some help.”
I was half tempted to close up shop for the day when a jingle from the door grabbed my attention. A pegasus mare backed into the shop, in the midst of a whispered argument with somepony just outside. I waited patiently, content to eye her yellow rump while she finished her conversation.
I had my suspicions about her identity even before she came all the way in.
Spitfire, captain of the Wonderbolts, glanced nervously around my empty shop. At least, her head moved in the appropriate directions. Her eyes were covered by a pair of dark sunglasses.
She finally sidled up to the counter and slid her sunglasses down her muzzle. “I'll have the special,” she said. “Extra sour.”
I smiled and moved from behind the bar. “I'd heard you were going to be performing this week,” I said, locking the door and flipping my sign to closed. Her second-in-command, Soarin, stood unsubtly outside in another pair of dark sunglasses, attracting more than a few looks from giggling mares.
He was also one of my few friends. I gave him a nod as I closed the blinds and returned my focus to Spitfire. She was bent over, that athletic ass in the air with her tail pulled aside. The scent of her arousal was enough to know: she was definitely in heat.
I chuckled. “How long?”
“Three days,” she whimpered. I grinned as her knees started to shake.
I casually sauntered around her, looking her over. Spitfire's sunglasses lay forgotten on the floor. “First time in here,” I observed. “How much did Soarin tell you?”
She glanced up at me. “Not much. Now are we gonna talk all afternoon or are you gonna shut up and rut me?”
“The customer is always right,” I conceded, moving around behind her. She was already dripping on the wood floor, a small puddle forming between her legs. I inhaled deeply, reveling in her scent, and felt my own arousal stir.
A low moan escaped her lips as my erection pressed against the stuntmare's sex. I felt her hips wriggle beneath me, and I pressed forward.
“Oh sweet Celestia yes,” she gasped as I slid inside. Her walls were slick enough that I made it most of the way in with one thrust.
“I love athletic girls,” I said, grunting as her walls clenched down on my dick. Despite the restriction, I withdrew with a hiss, only to slam back in even further.
Soon her moans and squeaks echoed through the shop, and I could only imagine what was still audible from outside.
“Lemme know when you're close,” I said, leaning in to her ear.
“Now,” she replied between gasps. I kept up my thrusting and took a deep breath, ready to unleash my special talent. With one final push, I hilted myself in her and relaxed.
Spitfire's moan nearly became a scream as liquid flooded her womb. My bladder, ever ready and willing, filled the pony below me with far more than what her body would be expecting from an ejaculation.
I decided thirty seconds was probably enough and stopped the golden stream. Unfortunately, Spitfire's cooch had decided it liked my dick a little too much and was not letting go. I gave the yellow and orange mare a quick smack on the ass and her walls released me long enough to pull out.
She collapsed to the floor, panting, as my urine seeped out of her folds onto the wood.
“Oh, Celestia, I can't believe I just did that,” she said, putting both forehooves to her face. I busied myself with the mop while she recovered.
“Did you seriously just piss in my cunt?” she asked, climbing back to her hooves. She sniffed the puddle she had left. “'Cuz it sure doesn't smell like it.”
“Special talent,” I said, gesturing at my flank. “Endless supply, tastes like the best damn lemonade you've ever had.” I smirked. “And damn useful for a mare in heat,” I added.
She gave the yellow puddle another sniff. “It seriously tastes like lemonade?”
“No bullshit,” I said, setting down my bucket of soapy water.
She looked at me suspiciously. “You don't... serve it here, do you?”
I waved a hoof dismissively. “Oh, no. Health inspector would have my license in an instant if I did that. On a regular basis anyway,” I added with a wink.
“Wait, seriously? You've done it before?”
I grinned. “If it's watersports related, you can get it here, if you know what to ask for.”
“So, if the 'Special, Extra Sour' translates to 'Piss in my vag,' what would one have to say to get a glass of piss lemonade?”
I started mopping the floor while she spoke. “Why, do you want one?” I teased.
“Well, yeah,” she said, as though it should be obvious. “You can't just claim to piss lemonade and expect the best daredevil in Equestria to not call your bluff.”
I dunked the mop back in the bucket. “Alright, you asked for it. One Iced Warm Lemonade, coming up.” I fetched a glass from behind the bar, then after a thought, pulled out a second.
I rested back on my haunches, positioning the first glass at the end of my still stiff cock. A quick spray filled the glass halfway, and a second burst went into the other glass.
“It's a little strong,” I explained, scooping some ice I to each glass. “I let some ice melt to chill it and dilute the flavor a bit.”
Spitfire watched, wide-eyed, as the ice cubes melted into the golden liquid below.
“It's not quite the same color as lemonade,” she said.
“I hadn't noticed,” I deadpanned. “Scared?”
Spitfire snorted. “Yeah, right. Just hurry up, I'm thirsty.”
I gave the glasses a quick stir, melting the last of the ice. Each glass was now mostly full, and I topped them off with a little more ice before passing one to Spitfire.
“Well, bottom's up,” I said, raising my glass. I raised it to my lips and drank deeply, not breaking eye contact until I had nearly drained the glass. With one final gulp, I tossed my head back and finished off my drink. A satisfied sigh left my lips as I placed the glass back on the counter.
“Well?” I asked, looking at Spitfire. She was still staring at me, holding her glass in her hoof.
“I can't decide if you're telling the truth or you're just a perv that gets off drinking piss,” she admitted, eying the glass suspiciously.
“Yes,” I said with a grin. Technically accurate but entirely unhelpful answer. “At the very least, you know it's not poison and it won't kill you,” I offered.
She sighed and brought the glass to her lips, taking the tiniest sip. She blinked once, then twice, then tipped the glass back, draining half of it in one gulp.
“Okay, that's... different,” she said. “I watched you piss this out. It's not even the right color. But damn if this isn't awesome stuff,” she said, raising the glass back to her lips and finishing it off.
“Told you,” I said, dumping the glasses in the sink behind the bar. I shuffled uncomfortably. Sex with a mare in heat was rarely satisfying. I almost never got to finish, and here I was with a raging boner making small talk.
Spitfire was looking around the shop, but every few seconds I saw her look back to me and then shift her eyes down.
“So, uh, I'm guessing you're good?” I asked.
I spoke too soon. A smirk crossed the Wonderbolt's face, and I was quickly tackled to the ground.
“You kidding? I just found a way to get laid in heat with no consequences!” I felt her juices drip onto my engorged member as she spoke. “You ready for round two?”
I flipped the lightweight pegasus onto her back. “Of course,” I said. “Besides, how many guys can say they've pissed in a Wonderbolt?”
She just shook her head at that, and I slid myself back inside her. Her walls clenched down on my intruding meat, but I still managed to get most of the way in on the first stroke.
“Oh, yeah, I could get used to this,” Spitfire gasped as I pulled back and slammed inside again.
Soon I had picked up the pace, and she was moving her hips in time with mine, forcing me deeper and deeper with each thrust.
“So,” she managed between breaths. “How many lucky mares you got lining up for this?” she asked.
I grunted, trying to keep my own arousal in check. Couldn't just go knocking up celebrities every time they wandered into my bar. “Counting you?” I asked.
She playfully smacked my chest with a hoof. “Don't count your chickens before they're hatched, buddy.”
I made the next stroke extra slow, agonizingly pressing inch after inch of my stallionhood into her until I felt the head bump into her cervix.
“Oh really?” I asked, with as cheeky of a grin as I could manage, while Spitfire's moans filled the shop once more.
“Oh Celestia,” she gasped. “Earth ponies really are bigger than pegasi.”
I couldn't argue with that, considering I was bottomed out in her cunt and there were still a few inches of me left to go.
I started moving again, pulling out until my head was barely inside before plunging back in. With the way her pussy was clamping down, it wouldn't be long. At least, I hoped so. Much more of this and I'd be in trouble.
Thankfully I was right, and after a few more thrusts Spitfire's moans reached a crescendo. “Okay,” she said. “Give it to me.”
I slammed myself in, our hips meeting with a smack. The next second I was releasing my bladder, unloading more golden liquid into her snatch.
My eyes squeezed shut as I felt her marehood clench around my member, and I struggled to keep my seed from interrupting the stream. My balls were very definitely going to be blue after this.
Spitfire's legs were wrapped around me, keeping me buried inside her warmth, but thankfully her cunt had stopped convulsing, and I was no longer too worried about slipping over the edge.
On the other hoof, she still wasn't letting me go. With a shrug, I just kept up my stream. Eventually she'd be filled and would have to let me go.
Of course, as the seconds ticked over into a minute and she was still grinding her hips against me, I started to doubt the effectiveness of my plan.
“So,” she said, batting her eyelashes. “How much do you have saved up in there?”
“Never ran out before,” I replied, one eye still on the clock on the wall. Had we really been at it for a half an hour?
“Really?” Spitfire asked, her eyes lighting up. “So you could just keep going and going until I was pumped up like a water balloon?”
I tried to extricate myself only to grunt as her forehooves grabbed my rump and pulled me back in. “I don't think pony anatomy works that way,” I said, still pissing deep into the mare's womb.
“Only one way to find out,” she said.
“Yeah, but if you keep this up I'm probably gonna make a mistake we'll both regret,” I said. With a frown, she released me.
Gratefully, I pulled out, cutting off my stream as I did. Piss pooled below the pegasus' rump, and she ground her hips in the puddle, matting her fur down.
I sighed and flopped back on my haunches. This is the part where she takes a shower while I rub out my frustrations and then mop up the mess.
A hoof on my erection jerked me out of my thoughts.
“Alright, big guy,” Spitfire said with a grin. “Payback time.” She spun herself around on the floor so her mouth was at my crotch. “Have fun.” Her mouth opened, and she tilted her head back.
My dick was now painfully hard as I stood and slipped the head past her lips. A grunt left my mouth as her tongue swirled around the tip. Spitfire pulled me in, her hooves around my rump, and I felt myself hit the back of her throat.
She took a moment to re-position her head, and pulled me forward again. “Oh, Celestia, yes,” I moaned, my eyes squeezed shut as I penetrated her throat. I moved slowly, pulled along by her hooves, until finally I felt my balls land on her muzzle.
Spitfire's hooves left me, and I started to thrust. Slowly at first, relishing the feel of her tongue along my shaft and over my head as I pulled back, then the tightness of her throat as I forced my member back in. I felt every twitch in her neck as she swallowed my cock, the muscles working to pull me further in until I was again balls-deep in the mare's mouth.
Soon I had worked up a decent rhythm, not quite as fast as I had been in her pussy, but still enough that there was an audible smack as my balls bounced off her nose.
Release came too soon. I buried myself inside her once more, my balls contracting and dumping cum straight into her gullet. Grunts and moans filled the shop as I came harder than I had in a long while, filling the poor stuntmare with every drop of semen I could muster.
Finally, after what felt like minutes, my orgasm subsided, and I pulled my softening member from her mouth. I flopped over on my back, panting, to bask in the afterglow.
“I bet you needed that,” Spitfire finally said, rolling to her side to face me. Her head was still by my cock, half-flaccid after all of that. “You definitely came enough.” She grinned and patted her belly.
I just gave a satisfied sigh and stared at the ceiling, waiting for my heart to stop pounding in my ears.
A tug on my dick pulled me out of my post-coital reverie. I looked down at Spitfire and raised an eyebrow.
“What?” she asked, holding my dick between her hooves. “Oral makes me thirsty. Now lemme get some more lemonade.”
She sealed her lips around my cock once more, and I released my bladder once again. I watched Spitfire's throat work as she swallowed mouthful after mouthful, easily keeping up with my output.
With a grin, I shifted my hips forward and increased the pressure. Spitfire's eyes snapped open, but she kept up her efforts. I could hear her inhale through her nose between gulps, even as she stared me down.
My dick was hardening again from the attention, not that that slowed her down. If anything, it encouraged her, and her head started bobbing as she drank down my piss.
Once again I found myself at full mast with one of Equestria's sexiest pegasi tonguing my cock. And one that was surprisingly into my special talent. Still maintaining eye contact, I thrust in time with one of her swallows, at just the right moment to squeeze my way into her throat again. This time her eyes went wide as I pushed as much urine out of my bladder as I could, straight into her stomach.
I sank further and further in, her throat contracting as she swallowed around my erection. Looking at her gut, I saw her stomach bulging, still filling with my pee as I pumped it out.
The sight of a mare stuffed to bursting with my piss set me off again, and spurts of semen interrupted the flow of golden nectar. My hips jerked as I shot more cum into Spitfire's throat, even more than I had previously.
As my second orgasm came down, I became aware of a hoof planted very firmly in my ribs. I pulled my dick from its new favorite place and lay back, ready for an angry barrage.
“Holy shit,” came Spitfire's breathless words. She coughed a few times, trying to catch her breath. “You tryin' to choke me out, dude?” She flopped down on her back, a hoof on her distended stomach.
It was several minutes before either of us spoke again. “You really don't run out, huh?” Spitfire said, rolling to her side towards me.
“Never have before,” I said with a shrug.
“You never answered my question.”
I did a mental rewind of our conversation. “Oh, right.” I chuckled. “Counting you? Two.”
Spitfire smiled. “Lucky mare.”
With a groan, she lifted herself to her feet. “Right, so what do I owe?”
I waved a hoof dismissively. “After all that? Seriously don't worry about it.”
Spitfire looked herself over. Her coat was matted from the puddle we made, her tail hung limp, and her belly looked like she had been force-fed and entire Hearth's Warming feast. “So, yeah,” she said. “You got a shower I can raid real quick?”
I pointed at a door behind the bar and she trudged off. And as soon as she was out of sight, I collapsed to the floor, grinning like the stupid fanboy I was.
Author's Note
So this happened. My first fanfic in four years. I'd like to think I've gotten better as a writer since then, but I'm ridiculously out of practice.
Feel free to leave me some hate mail, if I keep this up I might actually improve at some point.
Chapter II
The DJ
It had been a week since Spitfire's romp in my bar. I was grateful for the fact our mess was easy to clean, though I had still closed the shop for the day. And the thought of having fucked a Wonderbolt, the captain, no less, still had me giddy.
Unfortunately, dwelling in my conquests was bad for business, and just as I had predicted, I was stuck eating dandelion-flavored ramen until business picked up again.
I was just about to shut down for the evening when the door opened, and one of my regulars strolled in. Her signature purple shades covered her eyes, and her signature swagger carried her to the bar. She planted her white rump on a stool and slammed some bits on the counter with her magic.
“The usual,” she said. I slid a bottle of hard lemonade across the counter and went back to washing out glasses. When Vinyl Scratch wants to hear you talk, she'll let you know.
She was halfway through her drink when she finally spoke up. “Helluva night, Liquid,” she said with a sigh.
“You never come and see me when you're happy, do you?” I said, chuckling. “So what happened this time?”
“What do you mean? I'm always happy!”
I rolled my eyes at that. “So the last three times you were here were all flukes?”
“Man, I just got in and you're givin' me shit,” she said, laughing. “So what's up with you?”
“I asked you first,” I said, cracking open my own bottle. “Spill, sister.”
“Just played my biggest set ever.” She drummed her hooves on the bar. “Feeling pretty good.”
“And the famous DJ Pon-3 just happens to hang out in crappy lemonade bars after her 'biggest set ever?'”
Her glasses found their way to the counter. “Yeah, right. You already know why I'm here.”
“Well it sure as hell ain't for the conversation,” I said with a chuckle. “So which witty one-liner do you want to hear this time?”
Vinyl leaned onto the bar, our faces inches apart. “Let's skip the foreplay. I just had a ton of fun tonight, and I need some other fun to wrap things up.”
“Good enough for me,” I said, pressing our lips together. In an instant, her tongue was in my mouth and damn near down my throat. Vinyl never was one for subtlety.
Our lips still locked together, she started climbing onto the counter. Her drink spilled, the bottle rolling to the floor with a crunch of breaking glass.
Not that I cared. Mops were invented for a reason. I broke off of our kiss, trailing along the white unicorn's jawline. Her breath hitched as I nibbled at her neck.
I continued my path downward, pulling her the rest of the way onto the wooden bar. With her hips now up over the edge, I could smell her arousal as her juices dripped from her snatch. I paused at her teats, suckling at one nipple, then the other.
“Oh!” she cried as I tugged on one with my teeth. Her hooves flew to the back of my head, pulling me closer to her and trying to push me down.
I obliged, a little farther than she intended, now kissing my way up her thigh.
“For Luna's sake, stop teasing, asshole!” There was still a playful tone to her voice though, so I repeated the process on her other thigh. By now there was a small pool of her natural lubricants on my counter.
I stopped, level with her pussy, inhaling deeply. Her hooves were still pressing on my head, trying to bury my muzzle in her folds, but I held firm in my teasing.
My tongue poked forth, barely touching her outer lips as I gave a light lick. She bucked her hips forward, and I rewarded her by diving in.
I suppose she moaned. I didn't get to hear it, as her thighs clamped down on my head and covered my ears, but I know Vinyl well enough to know when she's being vocal. I snaked my tongue inside, lapping at her juices. My hooves moved to her flanks, massaging her cutie marks until she released my head.
I pulled my tongue from her love canal, trailing it up over her urethra and settling in on her clit. The little button stood firm, and I latched onto it with my lips, flicking with my tongue.
Vinyl responded with a scream and a gush of fluids as she came. I held onto her waist, supporting her as she shook through her orgasm.
“Oh man, that was awesome,” she said, laying back on the bar. “I knew there was a reason I keep coming back here.”
I rolled my eyes again, climbing up on the bar to stand over her. My cock had slid from its sheath and now stood ready.
“Okay, maybe two reasons,” Vinyl said, reaching up to stroke my erection. “I think I need another drink.”
She leaned up and wrapped her lips around the head of my shaft, giving a hearty suck. Knowing when to take a hint, I relaxed and let my bladder loose. Vinyl swallowed a few mouthfuls before taking her mouth off and directing the stream at her face. She kept her hooves on my member, slowly pointing it down her body, bathing herself in piss.
“Alright, you know the drill by now,” she said with a grin. “Fill me up.”
“You're the boss,” I said, guiding myself to her entrance, still peeing. I stared into her eyes, watching her bite her lip as I slid inside.
“Oh, that's the stuff,” she moaned when our hips met with a wet smack.
“Yeah, you're a filthy little piss whore,” I said, moving in short, shallow thrusts while I spoke. “What would your fans think of the great DJ Pon-3 now?”
She snorted. “Knowing those pervs? They'd jump right in!”
I joined her in a chuckle, pulling out until just the tip remained before slamming back in. Piss flowed out around the base of my cock, running over the wooden surface of the bar before splashing to the floor below.
But I didn't care. The mess was well worth a chance to cut loose, and cut loose I did, thrusting with reckless abandon, pulling almost all the way out and driving in to the hilt every time. And I was still pumping the writhing unicorn with pee the whole time.
I knew it wouldn't take long, and I was getting close myself. I dove in one last time, and her walls clenched to hold me in place as she came. The feeling put me over the edge, and I pulled her into another kiss as I spilled my seed deep inside.
I was at least courteous enough to collapse next to Vinyl rather than on top of her, and we both lay on top of the bar panting for several minutes.
“Oh, I needed that,” she finally said, stretching. “You have no idea how hard it is to scratch that particular itch.”
I smirked. “Yeah, once you go yellow... something something rhymes with yellow.”
Vinyl's hoof was suddenly on my softening member. “Ready for another round?” she asked.
“We should probably take it upstairs,” I said. I was already going to be cleaning for a while before opening, might as well not add to it.
“Fair enough.” She rolled off of the bar, landing nimbly on her hooves and trotting towards the door behind the counter.
My own dismount was much less graceful, as I landed in a heap on the floor shaking stars out of my eyes. I caught a glimpse of the DJ snickering as she disappeared upstairs.
She hadn't turned on any lights, I observed as I made my way into my apartment. Knowing Vinyl, that meant she was planning an– “Oof!” – ambush.
I landed on my back in the hallway leading to my room, and Vinyl's horn glowed, illuminating her face as she grabbed my tail and dragged me into the master bathroom.
“You know, you could have just waited until I was closer before you tackled me,” I muttered dryly.
“Too boring.” Of course it was. Anything Vinyl might have had to say was suddenly irrelevant, though, as her mouth was coaxing my member from its sheath, and blood left my brain in favor of more pleasant locales.
As her tongue slowly worked its way up the shaft, her hoof cradled my balls, then they traded places, her hooves working my cock while she slurped my nuts into her mouth. Soon enough I was hard as a rock, and Vinyl was bent over with her tail pulled aside.
My hooves held her hips as I readied myself at her entrance, but she shook her head before I pressed forward.
“Wrong hole, bucko,” she said with a grin.
Rolling my eyes, I dug in the drawer under the sink for some lube. “Always gotta be difficult.”
Applying a generous squirt, I resumed the position, this time lined up with her tight pucker. I pressed forward, pulling her towards me as I went. “Vinyl, you gotta relax,” I grunted.
“I am relaxed, dickhead,” she countered. “Push harder!”
You're the boss, Vinyl. I gave one more quick thrust, and felt the tip slip in. The white unicorn below me tensed up almost immediately, and I hesitated before going further.
“I'm good,” she panted. “You can keep going.”
Well, the hard part was over, at least. I shifted my hips forward, squeezing a few more inches in as she let out her breath between her teeth.
I was only a third of the way in and she was already breathing hard. “Vinyl, you're out of practice,” I whispered, leaning down next to her ear. I jerked forward, eliciting a cry as another few inches buried themselves in her rump.
“Not... my... fault... you're... so... big,” she gasped. I pulled out a bit and slid forward again, coaxing another moan from her.
“Halfway there,” I announced.
“Sweet merciful Celestia, if feels like you're in my stomach,” Vinyl said. She took a few deep breaths. “Just gimme a second.”
“Hmm... nah.” I pulled out to just the tip, and dove back in as fast as I could without hurting her.
Her scream echoed off the walls and died into a word at the end: “Asshole,” she sputtered.
“Yeah, but that's why you like me so much,” I said, patting her head. “Ready?”
She snorted. “Not like it'll stop you.”
I humored her, easing in slowly this time, but maintaining enough force that I managed to slap our hips together when I bottomed out.
“There you go,” I said. “Was that so hard?”
I got a moan in response. Guess it was time to get moving. I started with short, shallow thrusts, keeping most of my length inside. As Vinyl's moans increased in volume, I pulled further out and thrust in harder.
“See?” she finally said. “Like riding a bike. Little wobbly at first, but I still – ooh – got it.” She bent down so her chest was flat against the bath mat. “Now rut me.”
“You're the boss,” I said with a grin, pulling all the way out. Vinyl looked up at me questioningly just in time for me to slam inside, all the way to the hilt.
I didn't give her a break this time. I thrust in with the entire length each time, my balls slapping against her snatch each time I bottomed out.
The tell-tale tingling of a coming orgasm started in my nuts, and I slowed my thrusting. Vinyl, to her credit, tried to take up the slack, pushing her hips back at me in the hope that I would speed back up.
“Come on, I'm so close,” she whined. I decided to oblige, resuming my breakneck pace.
I grunted with each thrust, pounding the DJ into the floor. Her moans picked up, filling the apartment. Finally, I felt a splash on my balls as she came, and I let myself slip over the edge.
Thick ropes of cum filled her ass, and I let more out with each thrust. After four or five spurts, I was finally spent.
“Wait,” Vinyl said, holding up a hoof when I started to pull out. “Let's just... stay like this for a second.”
“Fine by me,” I said, resting more weight on her back.
After a few minutes, she broke the silence. “This was, uh, pretty tame by your standards.”
“I could always piss in your butt if it'll make you feel better.”
“It might,” she said with a wink.
I sighed and closed my eyes, relaxing against her back.
“Hey, you fallin' asleep on me?” Vinyl asked. “Litera– ooh!”
My stream started as just a trickle, enough to get her attention. I shifted my hips, grinding my semi-hard cock into her as the volume increased.
“That's... different,” she said.
I felt myself growing hard again, my cock sealing against her sphincter. More piss filled her rectum, held in place by the impromptu plug.
“Just say when,” I said, glancing down at her. Her hoof was a blur between her legs, working her clit.
“Keep going,” she gasped.
I grabbed her around the waist and flopped back on my rump, pulling her with me. The landing shoved my cock even deeper into her, and she bit her hoof to keep from shouting.
With a free hoof, I rubbed her belly, now swollen from my anal assault. Vinyl kept spouting profanities while she rubbed herself, and I could feel her nearing another orgasm.
“Keep going,” she repeated, even more breathlessly.
Her gut now looked like she was a few months along on a foal, with more still coming. Speaking of coming, I could feel her abdominal muscles clenching as she finally came.
“Oh, yes!” she cried, tossing her head back. I narrowly avoided having an eye put out by her horn, but I did my best to hold on to her as she shook from her orgasm. Her mare juice drenched my balls and put a decent-sized puddle on the bathroom floor.
She slumped against me as she caught her breath. We sat for a while in near silence, before she spoke up.
“When,” she said, chuckling. I cut off my stream and pushed her to her feet. My dick slipped from her ass with a pop, and she quickly clenched her cheeks to keep her prize inside.
Without a word, she hopped in my shower and cranked the water. “Wanna go again?” she asked with a grin, eying my hard-on.
“You're insatiable, Vinyl,” I muttered, shaking my head. “Sure, why not?”
Author's Note
Here's chapter 2 for you guys.
I need a bit of help moving forward, though. I can't think of many other characters I'd like to use in this series, so if you've got suggestions, that'd be great. I'm probably going to do a chapter with the Milkmare of Trottingham, and Octavia and Lyra are each getting separate stories, so don't get your hopes up to see them here.
Anyways, if not, this one's going on the back burner for a bit, I've got a few other story ideas I want to try outside this fetish.
