I trotted sheepishly over to my bed and flopped down on it. I grabbed my fluffy pillow and pressed it over my head as I groaned in absolute horror, well sort of.

It just goes to figure that Fancy Pants, my loving husband, had to bugger off for a full week. He usually did once a month to go ‘Merchandise’ various things and what not, but of all times he had to choose NOW to go.

I rolled over and pressed the pillow harder against my face as I screamed my lungs out until I had to pull the pillow away and gasp for oxygen. I let out a deep sigh as my nether region burned for attention. My heat cycle had struck me literally only hours after he had left early this morning and I could do nothing to satisfy myself.

Sure masturbation held it at bay but it just wasn’t enough to make the burning lust go away, and I wouldn’t dare be caught in one of those adult shops buying a ‘toy’. One could only imagine the ordeal I’d go through. The clerk at the store would just sit there with a stupid smug little smile because he’d know how badly I needed it.

I very timidly slid my hoof down to my slit and began to rub it gently. I let tiny gasps of pleasure escape my mouth. I usually tended to let loose when Fancy Pants wasn’t around. He would always scold me and say ‘It isn’t proper for a lady to moan during sex.’ The hay kind of statement is that? He always grunted and groaned so why couldn’t I let out a little bit of vocal pleasure? Bastard.

I felt my lower lips moisten and its moisture dampened my hoof. I brought my hoof back up to my face and took a long whiff of my own musky scent. My own scent drove me over the edge with lust. I let out a pleasurable shudder then licked my hoof, tasting my moisture, before returning it to my groin.

I brought my second hoof down and gently caressed my clit as I continued to slide my hoof up and down my folds. My wetness now seeped onto both my hooves and acted as lubrication.

My wet hoof slid along my pussy lips with ease but I was unable to penetrate myself any more than an inch, due to the way hooves are. I burned for the need of something inside of my tight cunt and cried out in anguish as I pressed harder against my wet snatch with my hoof, using my other to rub rather roughly against my clit to stimulate myself further.

My heart rate increased and my breathing became quicker. I began to move my hips in fluid motion with my strokes. I moaned louder, like any-pony would hear me anyway, and my moans of pleasure echoed in my house. Technically it was Fancy Pants’ house but since I was his wife and he was gone then it was mine for the time being.

I felt pressure begin to build up inside of me and I bit my lower lip as I tried to quickly reach an orgasm but life is just horribly miserable and cruel. It took a little longer then I had hoped but I finally started to reach my peak.

My back arched as if it was natural and my hindlegs tensed as a tidal wave of pleasure splashed over my. My forelegs stiffened and I found it difficult to keep rubbing my pussy. I felt a bit of liquid squirt out of my entrance and it probably stained the bed sheets.

My back fell onto the bed as I fell off my orgasmic high and rubbed myself ever so slowly to lap up whatever pleasure I could. I knew that in another hour or so I would be burning with the need for sex again. I groaned to myself as I knew it would feel like forever for Fancy Pants to get back. He had only been gone a few hours now but it felt like an eternity already.

I looked to my clock, it read 11:37am. I still had to survive the entire day. “Oh Celestia why me? WHY ME!?” I cried out but no-pony would be able to hear me. Wait, that’s it! If I can’t help myself then maybe some-pony else could. Fancy Pants would never understand but what he doesn’t know couldn’t hurt him right? Right.

I sighed to myself contently as my heart rate slowed to its regular pace. I got up and made myself presentable, my fur and mane were ragged from the constant masturbation sessions but I was happy to know that that would soon be over.

I washed myself up and put on some nice perfume then looked at myself in the mirror. I had never even contemplated cheating on my husband before and wondered for a moment how exactly one was to approach another when they wanted sex.

I quickly decided that with my beauty it would be as easy as wiggling my flank for them then bending over and letting them rut me. “Oh yes, you’re going to knock them out” I said to myself with a smile. I trotted over to the door then looked back to my room. I could see the stain on my bed from where I had squirted but figured that if any-pony saw it, they wouldn’t really care because they’d be hornier than… well probably about as horny as I was right now. I closed the door behind me and began to strut myself down then streets of Canterlot, putting heavy sway in my hips in hopes of arousing a stallion.

Author's Note

How the... For starters yes, I am writing another clop story, god forbid, I am writing clop. Dammit I hate myself sometimes.
Secondly, how the hell does she figure that one out: Wouldn't be caught dead in a porn shop, oh I know let's cheat on my husband whom I've been faithful to my entire life! How the hell does that work?