Hot Pink Love

You attempt to edge away from her slowly, but unfortunately there isn't much area to run in your new bedroom. What a way to start the morning too, you think. Nothing was even remotely close to resembling trouble last night, and she never mentioned it either. Supposedly this can all be summed up as your fault for losing track of the schedule, and that alone is enough to make you want to slap your own cheek.

"Sweetie, don't run away. I know you want me, I mean, look at that nice surprise you were hiding from me this morning. Oh, how cruel I have been to not notice up until now. Every night you have slept with me you would sneak off and take care of it all on your own. It's my responsibility to help you with it, and here I was just asking for five more minutes every other morning. We must get you undressed."

Crap, you really wish you had woken up earlier. Instead of just rolling over this morning and asking for a bit more time. Still, it's only your second week of moving in together and it was bound to happen. But why, oh heaven and earth, WHY did it have to be this week, and right on this day. Fluttershy is in heat and you really need to get to work in a few minutes. You try to calm her down with mild pleading at best and convince her you'll come home for some loving during lunch break.

"I know you would, but I'm afraid I cannot wait that long. Your c-c-cock has been poking me all morning, and I just need to have it in me. I know I sound shameful but, I can't help it. For the last few minutes I have thought of nothing but you pushing it in to me. Oh won't you please let me? Please?"

This is what you were afraid of. It already is hard to deny her anything when she is pleading to you with those emerald eyes, but in this scenario she is pleading for sex of all things. How in the blue hell are you going to withstand her charms on such an issue? How could you walk out that door leaving her to merely pleasure herself all day waiting for your return? Well, there is a somewhat sadistic side of you that would love to imagine her writhing in passion, on the bed you now both share, rubbing her hind-quarters together for some relief. Her mouth open in small audible gasps as she rubs herself and all her juices flow freely onto the sheets staining them with very visual wetness. She could even be wearing those striped socks, just to entice you as soon as you walk through the front door eagerly calling out your name in hopes for your passionate love making.

The only downside is imagining all this while she is still in front of you whimpering at you with pleading eyes has made you quite horny yourself, and you feel yourself leaning closer to her for you want this as bad as she does. Her eyes excitedly open wide and she leans for you almost too quickly. You both now lock in a passionate kiss, though she more or less bumped in to your lips but you don't mind her eagerness. Slowly bringing your hands up you deepen the kiss while holding her close, your fingers trace lightly down the back of her neck and begin to focus on the base of her wings.

"Wh-What happend-- Oh my--- to work?" She squeals out, each word higher in pitch than the last one. A melody of gasps and panting from her mouth help you find the spots that ignite her passion. She squirms her frame into your embrace, her hooves holding your face tracing the outline of your jaw as she moves them behind your head. "I-I'm sorry I'm such a bad pony. I just, I can't help it right now, you don't hate me, do you?"

Wrapping your arms around her, you whisper how she is the most beautiful mare in Ponyville; how she stole your heart from the first time you two decided to become acquainted. When she asked you to accompany her to the Gala, you felt elated beyond measure. Though there was no dancing for you two, a night in the garden was very pleasant for you both, and you actually recall the kiss under moonlight, you were so timid and worried you'd screw it all up.

Now here she was desperately trying to get you to rut her, and the painful obvious answer was the one you were attempting to resist. How much more could you take, you wonder, how much more before she completely breaks---

"I'll put on those stripped socks you like."

You lost. You admit defeat. Game is over, you know she won and you can do nothing to stop yourself from nodding a little enthusiastically at her proposal. She squeals floating to her dressing drawer, you stare mesmerized by her flank.

"I know I have-- Oh!! Oh, yes.. I.. but I need to put them-- Are you eager for me? Oh! Please don't stop!"

You admit you couldn't wait, your mouth buried between her flank cheeks. Tasting her vaginal lips, licking it in upwards strokes and using what saliva you have to spread it across her entrance only to lick it back up. Groping onto pony ass-flesh, you inhale her scent and your hot breath makes her shiver when you exhale. Asking if she is enjoying your demonstrations your face is soon stuffed with her mare-hood.

"Don't stop, oh please don't, I'm so close. I need you to continue, I need it, please. I'm such a naughty pony but I want your mouth to continue. I want to cum all over you, I hope you don't mind, please let me, please!" Her pleading eyes ignite your own passion, and you bury your face even further; sticking your tongue within her vaginal walls, prodding and poking her clitoris in stimulation. She begins to wobble and you feel her hind-quarters quiver before they fully start to spasm, Fluttershy herself is letting out cries of "Oh yes!" and "Oh My!" over and over as you refuse to stop giving her the pleasure you feel she deserves.

"Stop, Oh stop for a moment please." You look up from your face buried in juicy pony butt-cheek and see her stare at you with half-open eyelids, her mouth barely open but breathing quite heavily. "Oh my, you sure know how to make a mare feel... wanted." You blush furiously at her words, it doesn't help either that you are now very aware your face is covered in her juices. "Oh, that was magnificent. I didn't know you liked to... bury your face down there."

Giving a cheeky grin you tell her that for her you'd love to try all kinds of kinky things. You think on it after you just finished telling her, but you feel deep within you would literally be willing to trust her with any kinky sexual escapade she could come up with, and why not? You trusted her: Heart, Soul, and with your body.