“Here it comes!” You grunt through clenched teeth.
The mare continues bobbing her head on your length as you sigh in relief. Just like always, she doesn’t flinch or anything as you shoot your seed down her throat. She takes it all like a champ and you can hear each gulp. Once again, your lust is satisfied for another day or so as your fuck buddy cleans your length of any remaining drops of reproductive liquid.
As you bask in the feeling of another release, you recall just what brought you to this. Being the only human around, your previous opinion was that it would be normal to be as backed up as you were. Sure, all these pastel ponies were sentient, but they were still a different species. That thought continued to curse you as time went on, even as the ponies became entirely used to your presence. It just felt so weird at the time.
Of course, you aren’t from around this world anyway. Who could’ve guessed that a freak lightning strike in two separate worlds would open a rift between you and a purple unicorn experimenting with new magic? It wasn’t the best way to enter a new universe, but at least you weren’t badly injured in the process. After the initial meet and greet of a new species, you managed to hold in your panic long enough to secure shelter and a source of food. The ponies were a lot friendlier than you anticipated, though some of them had their reservations about you. In time, they all came around.
That’s how you got here, but not how you got to the point where you regularly receive ‘service’ from a certain rainbow maned pegasus. Deciding enough was enough, you began looking into the idea of a relationship with a pony, if only to take care of your immediate needs. You had been friends with Rainbow Dash for a while, so you talked to her about the problem since the two of you were bros more or less. It wasn’t too long after her agreement to help find you a mare that you both quickly learned something intriguing. That purple librarian, Twilight Sparkle, learned from studying you that said service could satisfy you and a mare without fear of producing offspring. Ponies and humans apparently couldn’t crossbreed. It was with that information that you and your bro, rather quickly, you might add, entered a new kind of friendship with nice benefits. Of course, you and Rainbow refer to it as being “fuck buddies” which suits you just fine.
Raising a kid in this world was definitely not something you were ready to take on, and Rainbow seemed to agree, which is why she was the perfect choice for said relationship. At the same time, the two of you could still find other partners if either of you found one that you felt like settling down with. For you and Dash, it was merely about satisfying primal urges for the time being without getting into a commitment. The best part: it didn’t even change the relationship the two of you had. The only thing that did change was finding out how much control she has over her muscles and how tight she was.
“Feel better, Anon?” Dash looks up, grinning as she licks her lips.
“Pfft,” you mockingly scoff, “I’ve had better.”
“Oh please, Anon, I know for a fact you haven’t been seeing any other mares.”
“Perhaps you’re losing your touch?” Your smirk could make a cartoon villain cower in your opinion.
“Quit fooling yourself, I remember you taking way longer when I was a filly that one time!” She loves a good challenge.
“Hey, I didn’t enjoy that one. If I recall, you went for it because you thought it would make you a tighter squeeze. Not my fault I’m not attracted to fillies.”
“I didn’t hear you complaining after you put it in.”
“No, but you sure did.”
“Not as much as you did when we tried it during flight.”
“I’d hardly count that being complaining since we were inches from death the entire time.”
“Okay, what about under the stage during one of Mayor Mare’s speeches?”
“Splinters.” You stick your tongue out.
“That wouldn’t have happened if we did it my way.” She sticks her own tongue out.
The recalling of things that went wrong during your adventures goes on for another five minutes before you two are laughing on the couch. Ever since the standard rutting positions in the bedroom got somewhat stale, you both looked for new methods to spice it up. You weren’t tired of experiencing the wonders of her body, but the same position over and over annoyed both parties.
Chances are the only reason you still got hard was how sexy her rump looked as she moved her tail out of the way. She didn’t know that, yet she -had- asked why you always spent a few moments rubbing her flank in opposing directions for more than a moment beforehand. You couldn’t help it, playing with her rear was one of the things you loved best. The soft and pliable feeling, the sigh she would make, and how both holes would quiver each time her pucker was exposed.
“Twilight isn’t going to be happy, but I think it’s that time again.” You break the silence shortly after your laughter had died down.
“Do you think there’s anything left?” Dash turns her head towards you, seemingly contemplative.
“I doubt we’ve covered everything in that library. Twilight may not have had that many books, but they weren’t the size of pamphlets.”
“Why don’t we head out now? There isn’t much else to do, and you’re not going to be ready again for a little while.” Dash gazes towards the door, obviously itching to do something besides reminisce.
“Alright then, I hope Twilight is in a good mood. I’d rather not listen to a lot of nagging on how we’re being too loud about our discussions in the library.” You shake your head and laugh a little, standing up.
“Oh come on,” Dash flutters into the air next to you, “seeing her face turn all kinds of red is the best part.”
“I can’t really blame her for that since we’re discussing different ways for me to turn you into a puddle of satisfied pony.”
“S-satisfied pony?” She blushes. “I’m sorry, Anon, but awesome isn’t -that- easy to please.” You just love the way she blushes and gets defensive like that. Getting her worked up like that always makes you laugh.
“Oh?” You smirk. “I recall something different happening when I had you practically curled into a ball on the floor with a pillow under your back. I will admit that seeing you pulling back your hind legs as I stood over you was quite the sight.”
“T-that was…” Her blush is furiously red now as she looks away.
“I’m only teasing, Dash,” you nudge her shoulder and chuckle, “truth be told, I’m still thankful that this hasn’t messed up anything between us. You’re a good friend, and an even better fuck buddy.”
“Y-yeah well,” she glares, “just be glad you’re a good fuck buddy and good friend too.”
The two of you stare at each other for a moment before splitting your sides in laughter. Anybody else hearing that exchange might have thought there was something more to your relationship, and that entertains the hell out of both of you. Teasing Rainbow’s close friends with that idea on occasion is actually one of your favorite pastimes. They still don’t seem to get that neither of you are ready to commit to one of those “special somepony” things. That might stem from the idea that both of you are worried that it could change the dynamic of your friendship though. Oh well, friends with benefits isn’t bad either.
“Will that ever get old?” you ask while you both exit your home.
“Not a chance!” Dash chuckles as she waits for you to lock the door. “It’ll only get stale when the girls stop reacting to it every time.”
“I hope we’re not being too cruel about it.”
“Anon,“ Dash scoffs, “did you forget those few times they tried to change our minds? With the way they pushed the idea, they were practically butting into our lives. Remember when they set us both up on a blind date and it turned out we were meeting each other?”
“I do,” you laugh as you two make your way down the path, “they always say revenge is a dish best served cold. You have to admit, they got us good that night.”
“You weren’t the one who had to get dolled up by Rarity. She may as well have dumped a bucket of paint on me with how much make up she used.”
“Would you have rather had a coating of semen?” You wink at her.
“Not funny, Anon.”
“Oh come on,” you playfully nudge her once more, “you looked ‘marvelous darling’.” She doesn’t seem pleased with your impression of Rarity.
“Cut it out. I was the exact opposite of cool that night, and the dress chafed a bit.”
“If you say so.” You don’t even look as she glances up at you to ask what that meant. Honestly, you have no idea and you don’t care either.
The trip to the library continues mostly in silence after she decides not to ask. The two of you share a joke or comment once or twice, but your previous discussion was positively dead. You were too close to the library for it anyway.
You’re met with a less than amused Twilight once you finally reach the door and knock on it. She seemed cheerful until see saw the two of you smiling at her. It wasn’t any particular smile, but she knows what the two of you are here for. Previously, she had offered to let you borrow the book until you mentioned to her about how you used to have overdue books many times in school. Schedules weren’t exactly your thing, but boy were they hers. How can one pony possibly rant about the merits of being punctual for 90 minutes?
“You two aren’t here for the usual,” Twilight cocks an eyebrow along with her annoyed look, “are you?”
“We didn’t exactly get a whole lot of notes last time, Twi.” Dash completely ignores the tone in Twilight’s voice.
“You forget that the two of you made a customer excessively nervous with your ‘discussions’. I’ve never seen a stallion look so embarrassed and uncomfortable.” Twilight narrows her eyes and passes a glare between you two. Is she still upset about the time you and Dash were in stitches about the rim job section and the time you learned of the Canterlot Steamer? It reminded you of the Cleveland Steamer, but it was much dirtier with ponies involved. Not only that, but rumors went about that the princess coined the term AND discovered it.
“Wait, why wasn’t it a problem before?” You ask, expressing mock confusion. You know exactly why, but it’s funnier hearing it from her.
“Seriously?” She looks at you as if you just asked her what 2+2 is. “It’s common courtesy to be silent in a library as not to disturb others while they’re browsing or reading. Neither of you two knows how to remain quiet when discussing… practically everything in those books. Nopony wants to hear what your thoughts are on buck shots and rump roasters.”
You and Dash last all of two seconds before you start laughing. Twilight can only groan and rub her forehead as she realizes what you just made her do. The way she mentions your previous offenses in the library never seems to lack a certain level of nasty to it. The two of you quiet your laughter soon after as you know Twilight doesn’t find it funny one bit. It’s hilarious, but not worth dragging it out.
“Are you two done?” Twilight’s glare has returned at full force.
“Yeah,” Dash giggles a little, “sorry about that, Twi. The fact that those things aren’t something you would normally say just makes it too good to pass up.”
“She’s right,” you raise your hands in surrender, chuckling, “it would only be funnier if the princess had said it, and we’re not risking that no matter what.”
“Ugh, could you at least not discuss those things out loud when there are other ponies here? I don’t really mind since you’re both my friends, but this is still a library.” Twilight steps aside with a sigh and ushers you and your fuck buddy indoors.
“I guess we do get out of hoof sometimes, sorry about that, Twi. We cool?” Dash holds out her hoof to Twilight. It takes a moment, but Twilight finally bumps Dash’s hoof with her own.
You set about the task of locating the specific books you need as Dash and Twilight converse. She may be tough, prideful, and occasionally arrogant, but Dash would never let a joke or prank come between her and her friends. You know she cares a lot about them, even when she tries to be annoyed at how ‘sappy’ things get sometimes. Both of you are children at heart in that regard. Some might call it immature and childish; however, you call it enjoying life, as does Dash.
“Daring Do isn’t due out for another month?” You hear Dash ask in surprise. Too busy with finding those books at first, you finally start listening in as you continue.
“Yeah,” Twilight sighs, “I sent a letter asking about the delay, and that’s what the publisher told me in the response. It’s so frustrating since this one was supposed to be real special.”
“Special? I didn’t hear anything about it being special.”
“That’s because you opted out of receiving mail from the fan club, Rainbow. It was in the announcement letter sent a week before the announcement in the paper.”
“Seriously? I thought it was going to be a bunch of junk mail. Wait, why didn’t you tell me about it when you got the letter?”
“I…,” Twilight has a visible look of embarrassment on her face as you look over, “I kind of forgot that day. I was so busy since we were all planning that blind date thing that all I could think about was organizing everything. I’m sorry, Rainbow.”
“You forgot to tell me something -that- important on the same day my friends set me and Anon up on a bogus blind date? Huh, I guess that makes us even then.” You had thought Dash was going to get upset, but her grin says otherwise.
“E-even?” Twilight seems to have thought the same thing you did.
“For all the stuff Anon and I have done in the library,” Dash rolls her eyes and continues grinning, “duh.”
“I guess it does,” Twilight giggles, “does this mean you two won’t be embarrassing customers anymore?”
“Maybe…” Dash tries to look innocent.
Twilight is about to respond, but turns her attention to you when you call for her help. You’ve been trying to find those books throughout the conversation, yet they’re nowhere in sight. Twilight usually keeps all the books in a particular spot and organizes them all at least once every three days.
“What seems to be the problem, Anon?” Twilight looks up at the bookshelf once she’s next to you.
“I thought you kept the books around here.”
“No, that’s just where you and Dash kept putting them. They actually belong over there.” Twilight points a hoof at the other side of the library and your palm says hello to your face.
“Of course they do.” You groan in defeat as you trudge over to your desired collection of printed words.
“It’s your own fault.” Twilight giggles. “I like to keep the books of the library organized. You should remember where -I- put them instead of where -you- do.”
You decide to ignore her comment and focus on the reason you’re here. Dash flutters next to you in order to aid your search while you mentally check off the ones you don’t require. Over time, you and Dash have tried many of the things listed and have even put your own twists on them. A few of those may have landed both of you in the hospital, but it was a risk you were willing to take. There just wasn’t that many though. You could actually count on both hands how many books Twilight had.
“Hey Dash,” you point to a particular book that just caught your eye, “have we tried this one yet?”
“I don’t remember seeing this the last time we were here.” Dash pulls it off the shelf and looks at it. “Hey Twi, what’s up with this book? I’ve never seen it before.”
“Hmm?” Twilight looks over her shoulder and squints at the book for a moment. “Oh, that book arrived two days ago. If the library didn’t have such a section, I wouldn’t have ordered it. The library could always use more books despite the subject.” She’s a librarian through and through.
“Whoa,” Dash gasps, “it’s a good thing this section isn’t out in the open. Anon, you gotta see this.”
As Dash shows you a page or two, you realize why she said that. The section was practically in an adjacent room of sorts that was off limits to fillies and colts, but not too cut off from the main room. You could still hear conversations and such. Even so, the things on those two pages weren’t for your average mare or stallion either. This stuff can’t really be legal in Equestria, can it?
“This should be interesting.” You give Dash a wicked grin.
She catches on instantly and returns her own grin. The two of you begin looking through the book just to see if there was something amusing in it. That was half the fun for you anyway: seeing what crazy positions these ponies thought up for sexual encounters.
Twilight continues to read her book, trying desperately to ignore the sniggering and stifled laughter from you and Dash behind her. It’s not easy since the stuff you’re seeing in this particular ‘encyclopedia’ is full of insane and outrageous kinks. Some of them you aren’t even sure a normal pony would survive if bent that way. All of this nearly has the two objects of Twilight’s annoyance in stitches.
“Is that her hoof or his…?” Dash asks, pointing at a particular image. It appears as though the two ponies were playing a game of Twister or something.
“I’m not sure,” you tilt your head, “but all of this has given me an interesting idea.”
“Oh yeah?” Dash’s ears perk up and she looks at you expectantly.
“Well, what if we tried…” You lean in close and whisper the last part in her ear.
“My b-butt?” Dash shouts in surprise, Twilight blushing and burying her face further into her book.
“Shh,” you tilt your head in Twi’s direction, “it was just a suggestion.”
“I poop from there though!” Dash hisses, trying to be quiet.
“Not then you won’t.” Your devious grin returns in full force.
The slamming of Twilight’s book on the table cuts off Dash’s response. You and your partner in crime look over to see an interesting sight. She may be glaring at you two, but her blush is almost as intense as the sun. As she approaches the sources of her current troubles, you and Dash share one last look before both of you are annihilated.
“Anal play,” Twilight grits her teeth, “seriously?”
“Well,” you chuckle nervously, rubbing the back of your head, “it wasn’t something we considered before.”
“You mean to tell me that you came all the way here -just- to learn that you could’ve been putting it in Dash’s butt?” Her tone and the volume of her voice are reaching a troubling level. The last time she got like this, she kicked you both out of the library. Of course, you think she overreacted because all you did was spill an ink well on some parchment.
“You say that like it’s normal or something, Twi.” Dash tries to defuse the situation, grinning sheepishly.
Twilight’s first response is to groan and rub her forehead with her hoof. You and Dash look at each other, a tad confused since the response was legitimate in your opinion. As you turn back to the purple bundle of frustration, she takes a deep breath before returning to glare at you.
“I’m honestly surprised you two never thought of it yourselves. You both had gone over so many things in the library, even to the oral stuff, and not once did that one come to mind? It actually -is- normal for adventurous couples to experiment on their own in different ways before seeking other sources.”
“Twilight,” you frown at her, “you just called us a couple.” Trying to turn the tables or at least create civil dialogue between you two is probably a good idea. You think.
“Yeah,” Dash notices your tactics instantly, “we’re just ‘fuck buddies’.”
“Fine,” Twilight rolls her eyes, “adventurous ‘fuck buddies’. Either way, if you two were up to the challenge of putting yourselves in the hospital, why would anal be something you never considered?”
“Because I poop from there?” Dash raises an eyebrow, giving Twilight an incredulous look.
“Anon pees from his penis.” Twilight’s blunt and simple answer surprises you both. “Either way, as Anon stated, you won’t be during the act. Not unless you two are into that.” Twilight’s grin tells you all you need to know. She’s reclaiming charge of the situation by putting you and Dash off balance.
“Well… I…” Twilight has Dash right where she wants her if Dash’s struggle to find a reply is any indication.
“Are you scared Anon might be too big for you?” Twi’s grin gets more and more evil by the second.
“O-of course not,” Dash now sports her own blush, “I can take anything Anon can do to me.”
“Then what’s the problem?” Twilight nudges Dash.
“I…,” Dash looks up at you before glaring in your direction, “Anon, meet me at your place in 30.” She doesn’t say anymore, deciding instead to let her actions speak for themselves as she flies out the window.
“That was pretty cruel, Twilight.” You look down at her, struggling to contain your laughter.
“I just didn’t want to hear any more of that discussion. You both deserve a lecture on library etiquette. As for Dash, I knew you wouldn’t be able to convince her on your own.” Twilight giggles.
“You decided to help me fuck your best friend in the butt?”
“I decided to help two good friends in need. I did nothing more than that.”
“You’re devious, Twilight.”
“Consider it my fee for having to listen to you two each time you’re in the library. Besides, you and Dash tried to do the same to me.”
“Nope, too evil for me.” You raise your arms in mock defeat and start walking towards the door.
“Says the guy who likes to talk about sex out loud in a library.” Twilight giggles and waves you off.
“Anyway, thanks for the help, Twilight. Until next time?” You wiggle your eyebrows as you stand at the door.
“Not a chance, Anon,” Twilight quips without delay, smiling, “but you’re welcome.”
You decide to take your time on the way back to your house by casually strolling through the streets of Ponyville. A few waves to friends as you pass, a quick visit to see the Pinkster for a cupcake, and you’re on the way back home for some fun. If Dash was so flustered about this, you could only imagine what her response will be once you start.
A strange feeling washes over you once you enter your home. Something you haven’t felt for a while. The last time you felt this was when you and Dash first had sex. Excitement mixed with worry and a little pinch of intense arousal. You won’t lie, you’re already sporting a bulge that could cut diamonds right now. Not that you don’t like always having your fuck buddy whenever and wherever, but the excitement of something new is too much for a regular boner.
Entering your lair, you begin thinking about all the particulars of what is about to go down soon enough. Your first order of business is lube. There is no way you could make Dash bite the pillow and expect to get away with it. Getting that out, you then opt to make things a bit more special around the room. You get out the candles you save for stormy nights and set them up around the room, making sure to light each one. Going through your music collection next, you put on something you think is sensual. It sounds similar to smooth jazz from back home.
Once you have everything set up, you strip down and turn off the lights. The soft glow of the flickering candles does little to hide your waiting form as you lie on your bed and wait. Yeah, there’s no way your fuck buddy is going to be able to resist bending over for this. Speaking of which, is that the door opening that you hear now? Those hoofsteps are all you need to hear in order to answer that question.
“Anon?” She sounds a little anxious. Is she still worried about what’s about to go down?
You don’t respond as the door to your lair opens. As soon as Dash walks in, her face immediately shifts gears from prepared to complete surprised confusion. It takes her a few seconds to absorb all of the visual information that’s just been presented to her. You feel a twitch in response to her wandering gaze when it settles below the belt.
“Hey, good lookin, you ready?” The corny line is accentuated with your wiggling eyebrows and shit-eating grin.
A small snort escapes her, and then one escapes you. Still, you both hold your faces frozen as you stare each other down. The battle shortly ends with a draw as you both double over in a fit of laughter. Another reason why you dig this mare: she gets your antics and even loves to aid in them. She truly is your partner in crime.
As you both finally recover, she wipes a tear from her eye and struggles to stifle another fit.
“W-where- pfft -did you even get all this stuff?” She asks, shaking her head as she trots over to your bed.
“Remember our blind date?”
“Yeah,” she nods.
“You didn’t happen to notice how the table was missing more than just our plates when we left?”
“You didn’t…” She gasps.
“I heard the waiters talking about how they were just going to throw them out. Apparently, you can pick those candles up at the general store for 2 bits a piece. The jazz I ‘borrowed’ from Pinkie at her request.” Borrowed is putting it nicely. That’s the last time you suggest to the party mare that you want to mellow out for a while.
“That explains how Flutters got that new birdcage, and here I thought she wasted all her bits on that crazy scheme. What do you mean by ‘borrowed’ from Pinkie?” She notes the tone you used when you first mentioned borrowing the music.
“I don’t want to talk about it,” your frown tells her the whole story.
“Pinkie forced it on you?”
“Can you think of any other way she would loan you her music?”
“Haha, I hear ya. She still won’t let me return her Vinyl Scratch record from two months ago. She says I still haven’t gotten the most fun out of it yet.”
As Dash hops onto the bed, you get up to turn the record off. It has done its duty this night, and you don’t want anything keeping you from hearing what noises Dash will make during this semi-new adventure. She doesn’t seem to mind either as she sits patiently, still eying you below the belt like it was a foreign object to her.
“Something wrong?” You arch an eyebrow.
“It looks like it’s…” she trails off.
“Like what?”
“I don’t remember you being this excited since the first time.”
“Aren’t you excited?”
She answers by pointing at the doorway. It seems a not-so-mysterious puddle has formed there. It wouldn’t take a genius to know where that came from. The sight makes you twitch again, and Dash sniggers.
“You’re that excited to stick it in my butt, huh?” It’s her turn to wiggle those brows as she grins. That’s a switch. Wasn’t she worried about it earlier?
“You sound just as eager, which is a switch from before.”
“If egghead thinks it’s no big deal, why should I think so? I’m the coolest pegasus in Equestria. If you’re fine with it, I’m down. Either way, you’re not getting a blowjob for at least a week after this.”
That can’t be the whole story. You’ve known this mare long enough to pick up on when she’s hiding something from you. It doesn’t matter, you’ll figure out what she’s hiding eventually. In the meantime, a whole new frontier is awaiting your aching appendage.
“That’s fine by me. Who knows, maybe you won’t ever need to again with this,” you reply, climbing onto the bed and sitting next to her.
“We’ll see about that. I’m not even convinced it will feel as good as in my ‘candyvag’ as you called it.”
“Well, let’s quit the chatter and get to it, how bout it?”
“Now you’re talking my language.” A fire sparks in her eyes as she starts approaching your length.
You hold her back and she looks up at you with another arched eyebrow. She’s about to question what you’re doing as you reach over and pick up a bottle of lube you set aside. Holding it up for her to see, she gets the idea and puts on a rather disappointed and ‘are you serious?’ look. Did she want to lube you up with her saliva?
“It’s only an option to consider. Judging by the smell, I’d say there are three ways we could make the process go smoother.” That scent of her arousal is getting a bit stronger. It isn’t a foul smell in the least, but it’s also not helping your boner any either.
“You want me to decide what you use for lube?”
“I’m fine with either one, but I’m a bit worried about the blowjob method since I’m already dying to get started.” You shrug.
“Use the lube. If you’re that ready, I’m betting covering it with my juices will do the same.”
“Confident I couldn’t hold out at least that much?”
“I know your dick almost as much as you do, Anon. I’ve learned to tell how close you are to popping.” That smirk is full of evil.
“I wouldn’t talk. You’re just as close, if not closer than me.”
“Prove it then,” she challenges with a seductive tone, turning around and presenting her gorgeous sky blue butt.
After taking a moment to sufficiently ‘lube up’, you crawl over and grasp her flank with one hand. You can feel the muscle underneath tense up a bit, and she makes a very quiet gasp. She’s still not 100% in this; you can tell. Guiding your length with your other hand, you place the tip against her pucker and prod for a moment or so.
This causes her to brace even more, and it seems like she’s becoming nervous. Satisfied with your position, you decide to try calming her down with your favorite part. Placing both hands on her rump, you begin rubbing around in opposing circles. For a moment, Dash tries to look back, but your gentle squeezing elicits a slight contented sigh from her. Another squeeze earns you a squeak, and prodding while you rub gets you exactly what you were hoping for: she’s pushing back into you now.
“Not so nervous anymore, huh?” You tease.
“S-shut-up…”
Figuring more teasing would make her bail; you opt to get this party started. Wait, this isn’t a party. You said it wasn’t a party! That pink mare can probably sense when someone even -thinks- the word ‘party’. Shaking those thoughts, you return to the attention of your increasingly impatient buddy.
Taking one hand off her butt, still rubbing with the other, you begin using it to help you push. That pucker of hers clenches tight you think, but you don’t ease up and put more force into it. Considering how ‘excited’ you are, pain is starting to build from pushing your member against a solid wall of flesh.
Both of you begin to grunt a bit before, by surprise, you slide in much faster than you expected. The two of you gasp and freeze as her wings flare out in the span of what felt like a millisecond. You hadn’t expected to slide in so easily, even with lube, and you bet she wasn’t expecting such an entrance either as you can feel immense squeezing.
You grunt more from the squeezing, but it seems like she’s in worse shape. She’s shifting uncomfortably quite a bit, and her wings don’t know whether to curl up or twitch while spread. Her tail starts mimicking her wings, almost as if all three appendages are having a seizure.
“A-are you alright?” you ask through gritted teeth.
“Ungh, g-gimme a minute…” You can feel the muscles of her colon clench and relax many times as she speaks.
Supposing she’s still in shock, you begin to rub her butt again to try and relax her further. It appears to work as her contractions subside more, but she’s not ready yet. Suppressing the urge to squeeze, you just continue to massage her furry globes gently.
“A-alright, I think I’m g-good again,” she grunts, returning to the same position she was in before as her wings retract to her side.
Accepting her word, you slide in the rest of the way. You don’t get any more resistance along the way, but you do get treated to a rather cute ‘unnh~’ from her. Not quite a moan; however, the pleasure was certainly evident. You can also faintly make out a blush on her cheek, even though the view is limited since you’re directly behind her.
In what you think might be an act of revenge, she clenches on you again as you pull out. The groan that comes from you was unavoidable. Before you even thought you were going to, the disruption of air had already passed your lips.
Not wasting time, you slide back in as far as you can go. This marks the beginning of the wild ride for both of you, and you decide to let Dash know by pulling out and slowly getting into rhythm. She responds to your message with a moan and the unfurling of her wings. They stand straight up and give a few flaps in tune with your thrusts, which are going at an agonizing pace.
Purposefully altering your pace, you notice her colon beginning to argue with your length about its retreat. Each time you start to pull out, her body fights to pull you back in. You were certain her butt wouldn’t be able to do that like her vaginal muscles, but the tugging sensation you’re feeling can’t be mistaken.
Moaning and groaning replace the ambient noise in the air of the flickering candles. Save for those sounds, the world itself has quieted down as if listening to the two animals exploring what used to be uncharted territory for them. Even the soft gentle flapping of her wings has gotten quiet.
Ignoring that thought for now, you return to focusing on the tight and heavenly feel of her rear as you pump in and out. Her moans play their role in helping you approach your peak faster, but the tactics her body is employing are almost indescribable. The rippling of her muscles and the vice-like grip feels like multiple tongues coiling around and giving you an almost harsh massage.
Her tail swishes back and forth across your chest as you feel her pushing back into you. Each time your pelvis hits her butt, a light groan cuts through the air. Her head lifts with each stroke and returns to its downward 45-degree angle. If you had to guess, you would say she was getting into it. You’re even more suspicious as her moans are increasing in frequency.
“G-getting into it unf, Dash?” You slam into her butt with a harsh thrust to punctuate the question.
“J-just keep g-going unh~, i-nnh~-idiot.” It would be cute to hear her try to speak between the noises you’re forcing out of her, but it’s difficult to focus on anything more than railing your fuck buddy into mush.
As your thrusting increases in intensity, the bed decides to start singing its own frustrations about the act it now supports. The creaking sound begins to accompany the slapping noise of your pelvis hitting the matted coat of your fuck buddy’s glorious rear.
Calling it glorious was an understatement in your mind though, the way it continues to massage your length as you slide in and out feels like a drug by this point. You’re virtually getting a buzz from pounding Dash’s flank, even to the point that the entire world around you two seems to have disappeared. Nothing matters now except for the tight hole wrapped around your member and the pony that hole is connected to.
“Y-you’re gonna unh~ cum soon, Anon!” Dash shouts, trying to regain control of her spastic wings. Their flapping almost appears involuntary at this point. They react to each slap and groan you make.
“Y-you can unf tell?” It’s only after you ask that when you realize that she was right. The ‘buzz’ feeling was signaling your rapid approach to release. The second part of your reproductive organ is currently sending message after message to your brain and they all say the same thing: the time has come.
“Like I-I ungh~ said, Anon, I know your nnnnh~ penis almost as much as hngh~ you do.”
She may be right, but you’re not going down alone. Risking everything, you speed up your thrusts to an all out rut. Her squeal at the sudden increase encourages you to pick it up, and you begin to give it your all. The slapping noise gets louder, the bed sounds like it’s going to break, and her wings stiffen up to the point they can’t move. Even her tail has frozen as she braces against each impact, moaning loudly all the while.
After several more slams against her butt, you can take no more. Everything seems to stop as you push as deep as you can inside and open the floodgates. Even as Dash begins to cry out and pushes herself against you, juices coating your thighs, you can only focus on emptying all you have into this mare.
A few spurts and you realize that this was going to be a larger volume than normal. Was pounding her rear that pleasing for you? You begin pulling yourself out as you can feel the depths of her colon flooding with your seed. Pulling out, a few more strands make their mark on her puckering hole and over her nethers as well.
Dash collapses on the bed, panting hard, as you go from standing on your knees to sitting just as fast. Letting your body take care of recovery, you notice how exhausted Dash is. Her wings have drooped onto the bed, and she lays there with her legs stretched out while she recuperates. Her backside looks like a mess of juices, sweat, and your seed. She even makes a few muffled noises when some of it leaks out and drips down to her quivering lips, which are still leaking their own liquid. In your haze, you believe she may have had an orgasm just as intense as yours.
How… was… it?” You break the silence, sentence repeatedly broken by your fight for air.
“A-awesome…” That one word is all Dash can say. She doesn’t even lift her head when she says it either.
Content with her answer, you return to catching your breath. It takes a minute or so, and you spend the time committing the adventure to memory. You don’t want to forget any of what just happened.
“So Anon,” Dash finally struggles to her hooves, “what’d you think?”
“Awesome,” you reply with a wink.
Dash turns around and takes in the sight of your softening length. As she looks, she reaches a hoof around to her backside for a moment and brings it back with a dose of your seed. She seems to analyze it for a moment before her eyes betray a bit of surprise.
“Huh, I guess it actually -did- work.” She comments, sniffing her hoof.
“What did?” You’re understandably curious.
“W-well,” she stutters for a moment like she’s looking for the right words, “you remember how I was worried about… you know.” It takes a moment before the memory comes back.
“About what’s normally in your butt, right?”
“Yeah, well, I kinda took extra precautions…” She looks away, her blush almost as bright as Twilight’s earlier.
Your only response is a gaping jaw and a surprised look. Not being sure if ponies had such a thing was one of your concerns, but Dash actually having it done is another.
“Y-yeah, I didn’t want to take any chances.” She looks back and notices your reaction. “It kind of hurt, but I guess it was worth it in the end, huh?” She nudges your leg, attempting to grin behind her blush.
“Wow, I didn’t even know ponies had that sort of thing here. I’ve never had an enema, but it wasn’t exactly a secret back in my old world.”
“Ugh, it didn’t hurt afterwards as much as it does now.” She begins to rub her flank with a hoof.
“Want me to take care of it?”
“Huh, I guess.” She turns around and you begin massaging her rear, taking care not to aggravate her sore butt further.
“You really went the extra mile for this, huh?”
“I didn’t want anything screwing this up, that’s all.”
“Is that where you got your sudden confidence from?” You lightly pinch one of the furry orbs and she squeaks.
“Knock it off, Anon. It hurts enough as is, even more on the inside. Anyway, you know I have a reputation to uphold.”
“Even though I’ve heard how much of a girl you sound like when you moan?”
“Whatever,” she huffs, “you act like there was more to it than that.”
“Oh well,” you chuckle, “that was certainly one of the more memorable moments. I can’t remember the last time I came that hard.”
“Heh, me neither. Sounds like we found a way to make things more fun.”
“I agree completely.” You give her a light slap on the flank and she yelps before looking back and shooting you a glare.
“If we both didn’t hate the idea of being a couple, I’d be saying ‘you’re just lucky I love you’ for that.” Dash turns her gaze forward as you take in that sentence.
“Wait, does that mean…?” You stop your massage and raise a brow.
“I don’t know…” is her only response as she looks down.
“Dash, I thought we agreed-“
“I know; I just can’t stop thinking about everything we’ve been through since we started doing this. Maybe it’s just the post-sex feeling talkin.”
“Do you think the girls were right?” You ask after taking a moment to think about the position you two are in now.
“Let’s worry about it another time. Like, sometime when we both aren’t coming down from rutting each other senseless.” Dash giggles at the end.
“Like, never?”
“Sounds good to me.” She turns around and holds up a hoof. Almost like Twilight, you bump it with your fist.
“Alright then, go hit the shower first. You look like you can stand well enough more than I can at least.”
She nods and hops off the bed, heading towards the bathroom connected to your lair. You usually like to tease her and take your shower first, but you don’t want to risk her leaking semen all over your floor again as revenge. Especially considering how much you deposited in her this time. That was a good carpet too…
A little later, the two of you decide to head down to the pub after cleaning up. A good drink after a good fuck always puts you in a good mood, especially after the disaster you two barely avoided. She seems to have forgotten about it anyway as you both joke and laugh during the trip.
Even as you ended up back at your place afterwards to crash on your couch, the biggest thought on your mind was what you were going to do to that flank next. Sex was a game to the two of you, and you wouldn’t have it any other way. That thought also comforts you when you fall asleep, not caring about the blanket being draped over you. It doesn’t even matter how soft, furry, unusually shaped, and warm it is because you’re the definition of comfy and already on the train to dreamland.
Your dreams that night are full of Dash’s soft butt. Like an addiction, you’re already eager for the next round. If dreams are messages, this one is clear as hell: you now have an anal fetish.
…
You’re okay with this.
Fin~
