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Okay, so the first thing to remember is - they’re not horses.

Not even ponies, or at least not the kind we have back on Earth.

A lot of people just figure they’re small talking pastel horses, because they are like small talking pastel horses, but there are differences. Their bodies aren’t proportioned the same way – no spindly legs carrying a powerhouse built to either race or pull heavy weight. Don’t confuse an Earth Pony with a pony from Earth. Their bodies are a little softer even though some pack serious muscle under the pastel hide. The limbs are a little thicker with the fetlocks almost as big around as the hoof. The pegasus mare I was currently kneading was sleek, but there was some firm cushioning covering the lean flyer’s muscles, giving her some very eye-catching curves.

Fur was another thing. Even those horses you see with coats that look like they were painted on are, once you look close, covered in sharp hairs. Pony fur was so short, fine and dense that it felt more like some fabric, and unlike conventional fur played very nice with oil. A useful property when you’re a masseuse working an all-mare’s resort.

“Mhhhh, would you mind pressing a little harder? I was tackling a particularly nasty storm-cloud last week and I’m still a little stiff back there…” the mare murmured happily, keeping her tail away from the oily mess that was her body.

I took the hint and really dug my fingers in, my thumbs running along the crease between the two curved cheeks as the mare laid out before me groaned in contentment. Another thing to remember - ponies are horny! Well, from their point of view humans are prudes, but it works out the same. I think this is why humans are drawn to Equestria more than ponies are to Earth. Once you get used to it, the casual yet affectionate attitude towards sex really grows on you. To them it’s just another part of being friendly, and ponies are all about friendship. The winged mare now softly moaning as I squeezed her ass wasn’t a friend, but in the service industry a friendly attitude is a must.

The hard-working weather-pegasus was openly winking at me now, even though she was facing away and I didn’t see either of her eyes. When it comes to body language, nothing really speaks louder or clearer than an eager mare’s tear-drop shaped sex. I keep working her rump a little longer because I am a professional and I do actually feel some knots under the bouncy, oil-smeared cushioning. Once I’ve taken care of that, my left hand moves just above the base of the mare’s tail, knuckles pressing hard as I run them up and down along the length of her lower back. The other hand moves down to cup that flirtatious pony-pussy, the winged mare moaning low and long as her flashing labia now flick against my palm rather than empty air.

I know what you’re thinking. Happy ending, right? Well you’d be wrong because happy they might be, but this isn’t even close to the ending. I’m gonna let my fingers do their magic on this mare because human hands are a big deal on Equestria, and one of the things mares come to this resort to experience. But I was as naked as the mare stretched out in front of me and it was hard to miss how eager I was to give her the other thing they came here for.

Pepper Cloud is in heat, as is pretty much every mare staying at this resort. It’s their peak fertility period during which they love the idea of hooking up with a stallion, but since pony contraception still very hit-and-miss (emphasis on the miss), most mares have always avoided stallions during this period unless they wanted a foal. That is, until the portal to Earth and the discovery of another kind of stud. There have been cases of mares having foals with human males, but that takes some serious magical muscle, although I have heard that the finest alicorn minds (and horns) are working hard to streamline the process. I figure the guys involved in that research need even more stamina than I do on my Equestrian gig.

Yeah, once my fingers start cramping up, I’m going to take my place behind the softly groaning mare and help her reach cloud nine without beating those wings. This is my day-to-day, my nine-to-five - making oiled up mares whinny. The species gap isn’t as wide as people think, and considering how flirtatious mares are and how interested they are in human males, it’s really only a matter of time until a guy living in Equestria jumps that gap. The reason most of them hesitate is anatomy.

That part is true - any pony stallion is going to be smaller than you and yet bigger than you where you think it counts. Good for them, but those studs are done in a minute, two at the most once they go balls deep into an eager mare. I take longer than that to get warmed up. I’m above average for a human when it comes to my endowments but still below average for any stallion, but my job is to sexually satisfy mares and I don’t mean to brag but I did make employee of the month three months in a row. And as I pushed three fingers into Pepper’s dripping mare-slit I was definitely going to try for four.

So, how does it work? How does it not turn into a marathon session of a hotdog down a hallway? Well I think it’s a few things. For one, mares are very in touch with their sexualities and are very… responsive. Yes, even the shy ones. Hell, in some cases especially the shy ones! But a big part of it is winking. Not only does it serve to horn up any male and most females who catch sight of a plump tear-drop shaped pussy briefly opening up like a glistening pink flower, flashing a heart-shaped clit before snapping back closed like nothing happened, with only a trickle of mare-honey to prove that you didn’t just imagine the whole thing.

The winking doesn’t stop once a mate is lured in. That’s when the mare’s privates get serious about winking. Even now the slick walls of Pepper’s sex are moving along with her blue folds, trying to draw the teasing fingers in deeper. Because a stallion spends so little time with his shaft actually in his ‘special somepony’ the mare’s body has to make the most of those precious seconds of active thrusting. The whole equine love-tunnel gets to work, squeezing and rubbing itself along the length of stud-meat even as it pistons in and out, a full-on assault on every nerve ending the equine girl has.

So, my advice? Let a mare enjoy your handiwork (you have no idea how exotic those are in Equestria). Give her one orgasm just to make her hungry for more, and once you slide in, there will be plenty of friction and tactile sensation to satisfy both of you. So just get hands on and enjoy the view, like I was doing. Pepper Cloud was looking seriously hot with her pale-blue body and a thick straw-yellow mane and tail. The wind-swept look common to most weather-pegasi, who tend to be speed freaks. Her wings were spread out and spilling past the edges of the massage/mating table in what you may have heard of as a wing-boner, but don’t be fooled. When a pegasus’ wings relax, they spread out, and after a thorough massage there was only one part of the mares body that was tensing up.

Apart from some cute noises to help motivate me, Pepper was letting me work. This wasn’t her first time staying here and she knew that I didn’t coaching. Not anymore, that is. I wasn’t this confident stud when I’d been headhunted by a keen-eyed unicorn mare called Constance Heart who’d lured a twenty-something physical therapist to Equestria with the promise of a dream job at a luxury resort in tropical Ponynesia. I am generally an adventurous type and a people-person, but I hadn’t been sure if her offer of a job as a human stud was serious or Equestrian humor. And yeah, I had the stage-fright caused by not being hung like a stallion but expected to do a stallion’s job. But seeing is believing, especially when what you see is a mare’s hindlegs kick and quiver as you hold her rear-end up while filling her winking cunny with everything you’ve got.

So yeah, this is a great job to be doing, and the place to do it is definitely a fancy resort on a tropical island. It’s the lady’s choice where we do it and Pepper had chosen one of the little beach-side gazebos for her massage. The sounds of rolling waves were a nice counterpoint to the happy noises the winged mare was making and the smell of the sea was coming through even over the scented oil and the sweet fragrance of a horny pony. There were drapes on all four sides in case the sun’s glare got a bit too much, since it certainly wasn’t there to provide modesty. Ponies are pretty casual about sex most of the times, and in places like this they are completely casual about it.

My fingers worked pepper’s insides as diligently and skillfully as they’d worked over the rest of her, even though my formal training damn well didn’t cover this. You just pick some things as you go along, and practice makes perfect. Like knowing how fast to pump, where to stroke and finally how to nab that flashing little nub and drive the mare crazy. For now I was just grazing her clit occasionally as she winked around my fingers, watching the little tremors running along her sleek flyer’s body and the quivering of her hiked tail.

She was moaning now, the sweet sounds of an uninhibited mare in the full bloom of her heat getting what her body craves, even if this was just an appetizer. Things were getting messy back here, with every pump of my hand churning more and more mare-honey as the winks came closer and closer. That was my cue, and I knew just what Pepper liked. I pulled my hand out and almost immediately got a wink form the now forlornly empty cunny. I closed my thumb and index finger just behind the heart-shaped nub, dimpling the supple flesh of the plump bottom of the mare’s sex and applying just enough pressure to keep the equine clit from being able to retreat. This move doesn’t work on every mare, but for the ones it does work on…

“Hhhaahh…hhhnnyyaaaaaahhhh!”

…it works like a charm.

I kept the little pink gem pinched even as it tried to flick back and forth, biting my lip at the sight of the equine sex opening and gushing with every flex. I admired the sight for maybe five seconds before reaching under the table and grasping a little lever. Once I pulled it, Pepper gasped as the rear third of the table folded down, letting her hindlegs drop as massage-time came to a very clear end.

This was my time to play the stud, and I was as eager as the now whimpering pegasus hiking her tail and winking furiously. My hands were back on that glistening sky-blue rump but this wasn’t the grip of her licensed masseuse. Her muscles had melted when I’d massaged her but they tensed up now that I was groping her ass very un-therapeutically. Not a lot of padding on a pegasus rump, but kicking storm clouds into submission left them with deliciously firm cheeks. The table kept her at the perfect height, and the fact that a pony-pussy winked meant I didn’t need d hands to guide myself in or spread her open.

I just nudged the plump folds with my tip, saw them open on reflex and just plunged hilt-deep into that glistening pink tunnel. Her legs kicked out at empty air, smearing me with the oil I’d massaged into them as I took a few seconds to savor the heat of a mare and the way her freshly speared sex was working me over. I was deep enough that her clit was now flicking against my sack, and it was tempting to just enjoy the sensation, but that wasn’t what a mare in heat needed.

I gave her no time to cool down as I got a good grip on the perky blue ass, drawing shuddering gasp from Pepper just from the sensation of strong fingers digging into her bouncy behind as I began to pull out. Pony fur did nothing to muffle sound, especially when it was oiled down. The mare’s ears twirled to catch the noises of my body slapping against hers, the motion of my hips metronome-precise unlike the erratic flashes of her winking slit. The force of our mating was making Pepper’s wings move, lazily and barely noticeable but enough to fan the air around my legs a little.

Minutes tick by and I’m a little winded, but I’m still going strong, a steady rhythm as I pull almost all the way out before plunging back in with a smack of hips on rump. Not a lot of women back home could take me at this pace, or at least not for long, but that’s another advantage of a mare - even though they seem small and dainty you can give them everything you got as hard as you can and all you’ll get is happy pony noises.

A few more minutes and I’m starting to sweat, the rest of my now as wet as my crotch and legs. Pepper had cum a few times already, but they were just little climaxes. I don’t even slow down for those. I’m holding back for the big one, the one that’s kinda hard to miss and the one that might very well knock the pegasus mare out.

But while sweat is beading on my brow, my crotch, thighs and abs are soaked. And Pepper isn’t even a particularly messy mare. But she is in heat and she is at the mercy of a two-legged stud who knows just what her body needs. Sure, stallion-sperm would but that fire burning in her loins nice and quick, but why not just let a human mane plow you until that fire turns into fireworks? I keep one hand on her rump while my other one grabs her tail, right above that cute indigo doughnut quivering under it. An almost neigh-like whimper and a fresh gush of mare-honey tells me I did the right thing.

Tails are sensitive, and some mare like just a bit of scratching around the base. But like I said Pepper Cloud was a returning customer and I knew for a fact she liked a nice tug once things were good and steamy. Judging by the way she came just from me getting a good grip, I figure I probably waited longer than necessary. Not that I was getting any complaints, but then again Pepper was beyond coherent speech at this point. Fuck, the noises she was making weren’t helping me keep as firm a grip on myself as I had on her.

She was trying to push back now, not that she had a chance with the firm mating grip I had on her. Her hindlegs were clicking out randomly at the empty air behind me and her winking… fuck, she was really clenching up, throwing her little nub out and making the absurdly slick equine cunny really press around me. Given my size, whenever a human girl got this way it would usually slow me down, but all Pepper’s sex was doing was getting me riled up. My strokes were still precise but growing shorter, strong enough to bounce her rear up and down in spite of my grip.

I was close, gritting my teeth close, but she was closer. I just needed to wait for it, it was impossible to miss. A shuddery inhale, a struggle to fill those lungs, a tremor running down her neck and… there! A gust of air, the sensation of sand rushing across my feet as her wings snapped up in a split second, tensed upward and frozen in the position of a pegasus just before take-off. That, ladies and gentlecolts, is a proper wingboner! The air she’d struggled to breathe in left Pepper Cloud’s muzzle as something between a moan and a whinny, joined by my groan as I mashed my hips against her blue rump and let loose. Her heat-swollen sex didn’t care that it was a human seeding it, the soaked teardrop catching a nice rhythm that matched me wink for twitch as she milked me of everything I could pump into her.

I held myself there and just felt my heart beating in my chest and her heartbeat around my shaft as we both gulped down lungfuls of sea air. When Pepper demurely folded her wings, it was my cue that she was done. I released her rump with a parting pat and pulled my semi-erect shaft out. The tear-drop cunny gave a few lazy winks, almost accusatory. See what a mess you made in me?

“Amazing as always, Zane. Mmhhhh, always feel like a new mare after a session with you…” she purred. “Almost hate to ask… I’d love a little dip to cool down and clean up. I know you must be exhausted after that, but I don’t think I can trust my legs or my wings to get me there…”

“Are you kidding? You pegasus mares are as light as a feather…” I said, getting a smile as I scooped the blue mare up and headed for the waves.

*******

“Well the table’s set and the dinner crowd is waiting for the chef to finish her latest creation…” I called out, setting down two plates and the associated cutlery.

“Did the ‘dinner crowd’ remember to put the clips on, or will we be chasing out tablecloth again?” came the response of the mare busy in the kitchen.

“All battened down here. Let the sea do its worst…” I insisted. There was only a light breeze now, but Summer Glow had a point. The little patio was cozy even for ponies, but just enough for two of us to chow down while enjoying a sea view.

The rest of the guys lived in condo-style housing provided by the resort but those had been full up by the time I was hired. So by luck of the draw I ended up sharing a little bungalow with Summer Glow - a unicorn mare who worked as a chef in the resort’s kitchens, and could do impressive things in the tiny one we had at our place. So I had a cute magical horse-girl to keep me fed on top of all the other perks this job entailed.

“Okay, here it comes - risotto di tutti frutti di mare!” she said, levitating a steaming saucepan to the middle of the table.

“Sounds fancy…”

“Force of habit. It’s creamy rice with whatever seafood we had that needed using up, but this is an up-scale place so we have to make things sound posh.” she said.

It did more than sound fancy - it looked really showy, especially if you like tentacles. A definite competitor for my gaze, along with the view of waves crashing against a rocky shore, and the bright-green mare sitting opposite me as she used her magic to plate her dish, her white mane still done up in the thick braid she wore while at work.

“This tastes great. Not that I expected anything less…” I said once I swallowed my first mouthful.

“Because I’m such a skilled chef?” Summer said, tilting her dainty muzzle up as she soaked in the praise.

“Well yeah, but… c’mon…”

“Come on what?”

“Well, you’ve got magic right? So even if you did mess things up, y’know - accidents and all that - you could just… hocus-pocus it into something tasty right?”

“You… you seriously think that I could just hocus-pocus things into tasting good?”

“Can’t you?” I asked and got a huff and an eye-roll for my trouble.

“Not all unicorns do high magic stuff. A lot of us just use it to do our jobs…”

“...chopping, slicing, peeling, stirring…”

“Creating cuisine - tasty dishes enjoyed by ponies, griffons, zebras, humans…”

“...at least one of which is grateful for every meal, by the way.” I said, getting an ‘apology accepted’ smirk. “So is that it? Just magic as a hands substitute?”

“The way you use hands as a magic substitute?” she asked with a little smirk that would have been annoying if she wasn’t cute. “Well… I can use magic to make water boil. That’s handy if I don’t have a free burner. And one time our walk-in fridge went out and we took it in turns just making ice to keep things in there from spoiling until they could get it fixed.”

“Sounds cool…” I said between bites, getting another eye-roll for the pun.

“On the subject of magic, got anything planned for Nightmare Night?”

“Nightmare Ni- that’s like Equestrian Halloween, right? Well I outgrew trick and treating some time ago…”

“Not that! The resort throws a big costume party for both guests and staff, such as the two of us. It’s always lots of fun, and I can guarantee great food since I’m involved in making it. No hocus-pocus or other additives, of course. I was even picked to make the offering this year!”

“Offering? That sounds… ominous.”

“It’s not! Well, at least not anymore. Back when Princess Luna was still the Mare In The Moon every town would make an effigy of her and leave some of the collected sweets. Symbolic, to like… sweeten her mood? Or maybe to rot her teeth so she couldn’t eat foals or something. Anyway, since her return and rehabilitation, we’ve done away with the effigies…”

“So the offerings…?”

“...get teleported to her directly in Canterlot Castle!” she finished.

“That sounds like a lot of sweets…”

“You don’t think she eats it all, do you? I’m sure she shares it…” Summer insisted.

“Yeah. Because out of those two, if one of them goes on crazy candy binges I would have assumed it was…” I began but found my napkin levitating into my mouth and silencing me.

“Let me just stop you before you say anything unflattering about Equestria’s beloved rulers, hmm?” she asked, giving me a coy smile as I spat out the napkin.

“Point taken…”

“Good. Because you work and live in the tropics. Don’t say anything that might invite sunburn…”

*******

“Harder… harder!”

“Sure thing boss…” I said, giving it to her harder.

“Don’t be so formal! Constance, please…” she sighed, bent over her desk with me standing above her. “Your humble head of Human Resources, my door always open to my two-legged charges. And I’m telling you, after the day I had I really need this performance review.”

“Worried I might lose my touch?” I asked, leaning in hard on a few stubborn knots.

“Worried I’ll stress myself stiff. Those red-tape mares in Canterlot make me jump through hoops to get the necessary papers to let humans like you work here, and then they come here on vacation to reap the benefits!” the bronze-furred mare complained.

“Speaking of benefits… how much stress do you want me to relieve?”

“Just my spine will do. I’ve got a date tonight that should take care of the other kind of stress, provided I can walk without going ‘ow!’ with every step. Besides, it would be terribly unprofessional of me were I to avail myself of your… full skillset.”

“So back on Earth, that was you being unprofessional?” I teased, remembering how Constance had recruited me for this line of work, and making sure she remembered.

“That was professional. I had to make sure you were suitable for the job. Imagine me going through all that trouble to get you a visa only for it to turn out you aren’t attracted to mares? Or unable to satisfy even the demanding ones?” she said, justifying herself for being very demanding indeed when we first met.

“So it’s not unprofessional for you to call me up here and ask me to knead your back like bread dough, under the pretense of a ‘performance review’?”

“As long as you don’t touch me like you would a horny mare, it doesn’t really cross the line. And speaking of horny mares and bread though, I would have thought that you had plenty of opportunity for that kind of touching at home, if work doesn’t satisfy you. With that cute little unicorn cook you shacked up with?” she said, arching a brow meaningfully.

“Summer Glow? Nah, she’s just my roommate. Roommare, that is…”

“Kitchen staff not good enough for you?” Constance asked, and I chuckled at the idea of me being a snob.

“She’s cute, that’s for sure, but I don’t think I’m her type. I think she’s got something going with one of the other chefs. Cinnamon Crust, I think?”

“Hmmm, doesn’t sound familiar…” Constance sighed.

“I thought it was your job to know everyone who works here?”

“Darling, I’m head of human resources. Ponies are… a whole other thing…”

Tell me about it…

*******

“Okay, so lemme see if I have this right…” I asked, my face still pointed at the screen as I addressed the mare plopped down on the couch beside me. “She’s into that stallion, who isn’t into her, even though she’s smoking hot…”

“I know, right?” she quipped, levitating a corn-chip point-first into thick green goop and then up to her muzzle.

“Instead he’s into this other mare who’s completely clueless…”

“It’s called being shy, and I think it makes her cute…” my roommare insisted.

“Okay, so the first mare instead focuses on Cutie Clueless over here…”

“Oh come on, that doesn’t even sound like a pony name…” Summer insisted, rolling her big yellow eyes even though it sounded dead-on pony to me, but whatever.

“…so she’s going to like… what – try and help her break out of her shell so she can get with the stallion? And there’s kind of like a corny message in there about how she was greedy at first but then learned her lesson and helped a shy girl find her special somepony?” I said. I wasn’t trying to be jaded and rip at pony entertainment, especially since their TV and film industries are younger than I am. It was Summer’s turn to pick a movie, and I wasn’t contesting that, but then she picked something that she’d already seen and wants to re-watch with me around, so I guess it put me in a bit of a critical mood. Not that I really minded, since the lead mare was (as I mentioned before) smoking hot.

“Ughhhh, there’s that human thinking! You know, I think it’s your anatomy that’s to blame…”

“Wait, are you looking at the TV or my anatomy?” I asked. I was wearing nothing but a pair of shorts, since living in the tropics and around mostly ponies who are mostly or completely naked all the time kinda erodes your desire to wear clothes.

“No, I meant humans in general! Two legs, two arms… you wind up thinking about everything in terms of twos. She wants to ‘get with’ Amber Dust…”

“…Cutie Clueless…” I interrupted, supplying what I thought was a better name for the character.

“…and then they will both get the stallion to join in.”

“So you’re telling me these two mares are into each other?”

“Wha… yes!” Summer insisted, holding both forehooves out towards the screen as if she was pointing out the most obvious thing in all of Equestria.

“But we saw her clopping while fantasizing about the stallion earlier…” I said referencing a steamy and very graphic scene with the lead mare indulging her sleek body. Soft-core porn by Earth standards, but for ponies it was more along the lines of tasteful yet subtle erotica.

“Are you seriously not picking this up? How… I get a human fresh out of the portal might not pick up on things like body language, but how can this go over your head?”

“Hey, the mares I come into contact with know what I’m here for, so the body language tends to be very unsubtle.”

“I didn’t know you were such a workaholic…” Summer said as she rolled her eyes back to the screen, and there was something about the tone of her voice that gave me the fleeting impression that I’d missed some cue or something like that.

Or maybe I was just being too nitpicky. It really wasn’t a bad movie, and I have to say that by the time the lead mare was mounting the shy one, simulating sex with a stallion to cure the quiet mare of her anxiety, it really was obvious there was sexual tension there all along. It was pretty obvious now that I was watching one mare push her teats against another’s winking teardrop, and once the protagonist bit the shy mare’s ear and made her whinny it was decidedly unsubtle. Not to mention hot. It was weird how easily ponies switched between chirpy-friendly and downright depraved.

“So, you getting the chemistry now?” Summer asked, casting a coy look and a coy smile my way.

“Yeah, kinda hard not to with these camera angles…” I said, my eyes glued to the screen filled by a very tasteful close-up of a glistening pink teardrop trying to suckle on a dark stiff nipple. “I gotta admit, it’s a creative way for two mares to have fun. I thought ponies weren’t really into teats though?”

“Well we weren’t until we met humans. It was supposedly a bit of a culture shock back during first contact. Ponies meeting human females had to look up at them, and from that angle breasts are kinda prominent. The initial theory from our people were that human females kept them trussed up like that as an intimidation tactic… don’t snicker!” she said, giving my shin a little kick.

“But then we started getting friendly, and human males started coming over and they started getting grabby with mare’s teats, so we just went with it. It’s kind of a generation thing. For mares my age, it’s kinda normal to have a sexual interest in… what is it your kind call them – crotch boobs?”

“So for older mares?”

“Well mares my mother’s age think it’s just silly and foalish…”

“Not when I get them on my table…”

“Oh my Celestia, you are such a workaholic you can’t even watch a movi-iieeH!”

“What’s wrong?” I asked, seeing Summer wince mid-reprimand.

“Uhhh, I think I pulled something at work today. It was just a sack of almonds that didn’t look too heavy so I just grabbed it with my teeth and…I know, I know – lift with your horn, not your neck.”

“How bad is it? Can your turn around?”

“Yeah, just kinda smarts when I try to turn my head this way…”

“Okay, so just lay your head in my lap and let me have a crack at your neck.”

“Ughhhh, and I just berated you for always thinking about work!”

“Come on, this is a legitimate medical emergency situation. Think of all the ponies who’ll go hungry tomorrow if I don’t fix you up…”

“Well, if it’s to prevent a famine…” she said, turning around and laying her green head in my lap.

“Okay, I’ll start from here and work my way down…” I said, pushing my fingers into her white mane just behind her head. She’d undone her braid so the whole thing was an artful mess of wavy locks spilling down both sides of her neck.

“I’ll tell you when you reach the spot…” she said, relaxing with her head and forelegs resting on my lap.

“Trust me, I’ll know…” I said, focusing on the job, or rather the mare at hand.

Neither of us remembered to pause the movie, and the sounds of increasingly ‘friendly’ mares was filling the room as I worked my fingers down the muscles of Summer’s long equine neck. Nice healthy tone under that snowy mane and green fuzz, but it still had its limits. She’d been a little tense at first and I wasn’t sure if it was the pain, or the slight awkwardness of finding herself resting her head in my lap, but she was relaxing with every inch of progress I made down her neck. When I was almost at the withers I found a knot harder than the rest of the muscle and put some pressure on it.

“Nnghhhoouuu, that’s… that’s it…” she groaned, white tail shuddering as her noise of relief blended quite seamlessly with the moans and groans of the mares on-screen.

“Told you I’d know…”

“Smug… okay I think you can… a little harder…”

“Do I come into your kitchen and tell you to flip something over or to stir more often?”

“Okay, point taken… oohhh, I should have let you do this ages ago!” she murmured happily, flicking her ears back as I worked the knot in her neck loose. I was making good progress when those long green ears suddenly perked like she was a guard dog on full alert.

“Something wrong?”

“Not it’s just that… I’ve got more than your fingers poking me all of a sudden…” she said, and it didn’t take me long to realize what she was referring to.

“Yeah, should have guessed that would happen. I have my hands on a mare, there are sex-sounds in the background… fuck, I guess I am a workaholic…” I said and got a giggle out of the mare in my lap.

“Well, you love your work, I guess.”

“You want me to stop?”

“No, I really need you to fix me up. We have a big day tomorrow and I don’t want to leave my shift in a lurch…”

And so I did, occasionally glancing at the TV, as if that would help things out. The lead mare had given her shy lover a very sexy ear-bite as she drove the gasping mare to orgasm, and now they were cuddled up in a pastel pile, locked in a sloppy kiss. My ear caught a subtle but familiar noise that I first thought was coming from the movie but soon realized it was if fact live. Soft and just a little wet, it did an excellent job of painting a picture of a supple tear-drop opening up for a fraction of a second before plump equine lips flicked closed. Well, it was no biggie. An involuntary reaction, just like the erection poking up against Summer’s chin. But when the green mare lazily pushed her muzzle down and started nuzzling my involuntary reaction, I figured it deserved a comment at least.

“Summer?”

“Mmmhh?”

“You want me to…”

“Mmm-mmm…” came the murmured response which I took as a ‘no’ since Summer was either shaking her head or just nuzzling the hard-on kept in place only by a pair of boxer shorts.

Well, when in Equestria…

The knot in her neck was dealt with so I kept my left arm on her neck, just lazily rummaging around under that lush white mane as my right hand traveled down, tracing a path along the pony’s back in a way that had her tail shuddering well before I reached it. There was a hint of glow from her horn as she worked her magic on the button keeping my shorts closed and my dick tucked away. I could feel her huffing and puffing against it before, but when I felt the soft fuzz of her muzzle brush my erection my legs tensed up, a detail the mare resting on them was sure to notice.

The wandering of my hand had reached the base of Summer’s white tail and I just let it scratch away there while trying to gauge where this was going. There was an orange-cream mare who worked with her called Cinnamon Crust who I got the impression was more than a friend to Summer, but that wasn’t really holding me back. Monogamy was almost unheard of among ponies, and as long as you always made time for your ‘special somepony’ (or ponies) nobody minded if you got friendly with someone else. But I’d gotten the impression that Summer wasn’t really interested in males, in spite of the fact that she’d pushed her muzzle into the slit in my boxers and was trying to fish my erection out. I figured she might be experimenting, so I let her set the pace.

She could have just used her magic, of course, but she was… okay, I’m not sure what she was doing down there but I didn’t feel like pushing her off. Her tail hiked in response to my scratching, a long luxurious drape that would be exposing the pony-pussy I could hear winking. I felt her breath on my glans just before I felt her lips, and then her tongue. She sucked my tip into her muzzle and then pulled her face out of my boxers, taking my shaft along with her. There was a soft popping noise as she pulled her lips off me and just sniffed and licked my erection as her eyes crossed trying to stare at it from up-close.

I let my hand slide across the sun-and-berries cutie mark decorating a firm rump with just enough padding to really make a hand linger. My fingers traced the curve of it, moving inward until they left behind soft fuzzy fur and settled on warm, wet and flawlessly smooth skin. I let a finger settle at the top of the tear-drop shaped sex, tracing between her folds and getting a wink before it was even half-way down.

“D-don’t tease…” she breathed, either too shy or too captivated to look up at me.

To drive the point home, she opened her mouth and slid her lips down my shaft, moaning softly as she pushed her muzzle into my crotch. Had I been more sober-minded, I would have been impressed by the way she took me on the first try, since I could definitely feel her throat working my tip when she swallowed. A mare used to going down on stallions could take me easily, but as far as I knew Summer preferred soft winky things to hard throbbing ones. True, she did have one in her mouth right now, but like I said it was tricky to find the thin line ponies drew between being intimate and being friendly.

I did the gentlecoltly thing and pushed the strands of her white mane out of the way, tucking them behind her ears and giving them a stroke while I was at it. I couldn’t see what I was doing, but I was good enough at this by now to work blind. It kind of helped, forcing me to rely on touch as I tried to find the sweet spots in a pussy that wasn’t staying still. My hand was getting messier the more I played, and when I used my ring and index fingers to spread her open while flicking the middle one against her nub I got a gasp from the mare who’d just pulled her muzzle off me.

“Hhaahhh-wait… s-stop…” she gasped, still winking.

“Sorry, did that…”

“No, it’s great but… the couch…” she gasped and when she squirmed away from my hand I knew what she was worried about. The whole winking thing meant that the average mare had a messier climax than the average woman, and some were really messy. Working in the splash zone, I understood why Summer wanted to avoid soaking the couch in her personal scent. “Think you could… lie down?” she said, her blush showing as a darker green along her cheeks.

What the hell, I wasn’t the one who picked this movie anyway. She moved on top of me with her rear facing me, and I was about to get my fingers back to work before she quite casually let her rump drop on my face. It happened in a split second - a pony-plot eclipsing my view of the ceiling, a soft ‘plap’ noise of cushiony flesh hitting my face and then just… green as far as the eye could see.

Luckily ponies aren’t exactly heavy, especially mares, so once I got my hands on her rump I had no trouble pushing it up just a little, so that she was sitting in my hands and I could actually see what I was doing. A mare’s pussy looked big compared to their small bodies, but once you came face to face with one they are no bigger than a woman’s, so it was nothing I couldn’t handle. And while I was licking at her folds and occasionally catching the flashing clit in my mouth I’d expected her to dive back into my crotch, but instead found my shaft twitching as something soft and fleshy pressed against it.

A hoofjob might not sound like much, or even like something you’d want done to your pride and joy, but remember what I said - Ponies aren’t ponies. Their hooves are dainty since they don’t carry a great deal of bulk around and are well cared for, especially those of mares. I even heard some of our guests say that walking on the beach was excellent for the froggies - the soft pads surrounded by the hard hoof - because the sand gently exfoliates as you walk.

Summer must love long walks on the beach, because the frog now being rubbed along the underside of my shaft was smooth, supple and warm. It couldn’t compare to her muzzle, nor really to a hand gripping it, but having that little cushion-like pad rubbing it was teasing me like crazy. I was subject to minutes of pony frog torture, all the while slurping away at Summer’s sex. The colors are kind of a mind-fuck, since on some level you expect a red mare to taste like strawberries, or a pale yellow one like vanilla. By that logic, Summer should have tasted like lime or mint, but she just tasted like a mare. Not that I was complaining…

When I felt her lay that warm fuzzy body on top of me I knew that she’d had enough of touching. She was no longer sitting on my face, so I could use my hands for more than just preventing a very sexy smothering. Breath on my glans, lips wrapping around my tip and then the sensation of once again sinking into that warm mouth housing that big pony tongue. Fuck, I wasn’t going to last long, but Summer wouldn’t need much more. I felt her nipples grow stiff as she rubbed teats against my chest as I pumped three fingers rapidly in that winking pussy while I lapped and kissed at the now flashing clit.

It started with her tail, or maybe it was easiest to notice because of how the white mass was raised above me. A shudder, and then twitches starting at the base, tremors along her flanks I could both see and feel and finally a muffled cry around my erection as she came. For a split second I could see her winking slit gush before I wisely remembered to close my eyes, letting my roommare mark me instead of our couch. I never did mind getting a facial from a mare, but with how close I was to cumming down her throat she could have poured hot oil on my face and I would have stayed still.

I was gripping her ass while fighting the urge to buck into her mouth as she suckled, the fringes of her mane tickling everything from the tops of my thighs to my lower abs as she moved her head up and down my erection. I popped off without a warning, but apart from her ears perking up in surprise Summer seemed to have things handled down there. After I was spent in her muzzle she got up and turned around while I lay panting, standing above me and gazing down at my face. I was kind of caught off guard by the way she looked with her mane dropping and framing her face, her muzzle freshly licked and showing no trace of what she’d just done. I don’t often get to see mares from this angle, and in that pause I was sure Summer Glow was about to lean in for a kiss.

“I… I should go wash up…” she said, sensible but somehow weird given what has seemed like a Moment. Before I could say anything she hopped down and a few tissues from the box on the end table glowed green as they levitated towards a still dripping sex of the pony trotting towards the bathroom. As I got a grip on my breathing and glanced back at the screen where the male lead suddenly had two mares showing very obvious interest in him, I figured Summer must have just figured I wouldn’t want to taste myself on her lips. Or maybe deep, sensual kisses are a step over the friendship line? Yeah, that must be it. You’re being human again, reading too much into a pony being friendly…

*******

“Okay, you ready to see me?” called the voice from the other side of the door.

“Are you actually ready, or just asking?” I replied. I figured mares had an excuse for taking a long time getting dressed since they so rarely wore anything, and considering it was Nightmare Night and costumes were involved it had meant a long-ass wait in front of Summer Glow’s door.

“Promise not to be too scared?” she asked sweetly and I could hear her smirking.

“I’ll try…”

“Okay, don’t say I didn’t warn you… ta-da!” she said, opening the door with a flourish and displaying her effort.

“Wow. Okay, so lemme guess… Frankenmare?”

“The bride of Frankenstud…” she said, supplying the proper pony-name for their rip-off of our classic.

“Sorry. I gotta admit, it was worth the wait. You got the neck-bolts, a few stylish stitches witch are probably gonna hurt like hell when it comes time to pull them off…”

“Water-soluble glue. I’ll just soak them all off…”she insisted, posing to show off her costume.

“...and it helps you’re already green. A little white lace there to suggest a wedding dress… and did you actually use magical electricity for that one-million-volt hairstyle?” I asked, gesturing to the huge white mass sticking up from her head.

“I wish it was that easy! It took a lot of brushing and a whole can of manespray…”

“Well you do look the part. So am I to guess the costume you picked out for me is Frankenstein… sorry, Frankenstud?”

“Nah, I got you something better. Come in and put it on…” she said, a glowing ring forming around my wrist as she pulled me into her bedroom.

“Okaaayy… so my costume is a pair of jeans, a white t-shirt and… a green balaclava with a question mark on it?”

“Yeah! It’s… the Riddler from Bathuman”... she said, fiddling nervously with one of her neck-bolts as she lied.

“First of all, it’s ‘Batman’. The ‘hu’ is silent. And invisible. And this… so you’re telling me this is supposed to be the Riddler?” I asked, holding up the mask. It was something stretchy like spandex and had holes for the eyes and mouth, and a big black question mark covering the wearer’s face.

“Uhhhh, the mare at the costume store told me that…uhhh… Okay, you got me. It’s an Anon costume…”

“Are you serious?”

“Come on! He’s a pop-culture icon!”

“He’s the generic human male in every clop-fic that has a human male!”

“But it’s just so perfect and with this mask you don’t even have to shave your head! There’s even some green face-paint to go around your eyes and mouth… and now that the jig is up, you can also wear this!” she said, levitating a small nametag that read “Hi, I’m Anonymous.”

“Pop culture icon, huh?” I asked.

“Totally! You’re gonna be a hit – everypony’s gonna want a selfie with Anon! Besides, it’s not like we can get another costume at the last minute…” she said, giving me very clear ‘you can wear this or hurt my feelings’ look.

“Okay, time to suit up, I guess…”

*******

“I can’t believe I let you talk me into this…” I said bitterly, standing in a hall full of ponies and several humans.

“Oh come on it’s not… not that bad…” the lying mare beside me insisted.

“There are three other guys dressed as Anon here…”

“See! I told you it was a popular character!”

“Four Anons…. That’s enough to start a band…” I mused gloomily.

“Well if it makes you feel any better, you’re the most anonymous Anon of them all!” Summer said flashing me a nervous but admittedly endearing smile. Fuck, you try staying mad at a pony…

“I guess. Anyway, the food is great, the cider is hard… who cares about a costume?”

“That’s the spirit! And don’t worry, next year I’ll consult you about your cos…”

“Summer! Ohmycelestia, you finally made it!”

The ecstatic cry was followed by the sound of clopping hooves as a pale-orange mare did her best to gallop towards us through the costumed crowd. Reckless and flashy, but befitting a mare dressed as Daring Do.

“Ooooh, and what do we have here? Looks like were up to four Anons!” Cinnamon Crust gushed, and I caught Summer Glow grimacing and making a hoof-across-the-throat sign to get the bubbly mare to either keep quiet or change the subject.

“Nice costume Cinnamon. You’re not gonna use that whip on anyone, are you?”

“What, this? Nah, it’s like… sewn together or something so you can’t even uncoil it. Not that I was going to of course. Well, not with this many ponies around. So are you having fun? Oooh, did you see Summer’s offering before it got beamed away?” she asked, almost bouncing in place.

“I did. Gotta admit, it really looked fancy enough for royalty…” I said. The offering had been a single-serving pastry glazed in glossy black chocolate with streaks of white for decoration, sitting on a plate with artful swirls of purplish syrup and a scattering of blueberries – a suitably night-themed color palate.

“Well, take it from someone who was around to lick her beaters – it tasted every bit as good as it looked.” Cinnamon confided, and I wasn’t sure if she was still referring to the teleported cake.

“I know, she’s my personal chef, after all…”

“Right? But it’s seriously sooooo awesome to finally see you two come out together as a c…” the mare gushed but was stopped short of completing her thought as a green-glowing pastry jammed itself into her wide-open muzzle.

“Hey Cinnamon, did you try these éclairs Marigold’s team made? Coffee liqueur in the ganache and rum in the filling. Any excuse to raid the bar, right?” Summer asked what I can only assume was a rhetorical question since the orange mare was struggling with what definitely wasn’t a bite-sized pastry. Not that it stopped Cinnamon Crust from talking (as far as I can tell, nothing could), but it did stop her from making any sense as her muzzle opened and closed around a mess of cream and choux pastry. I have no idea what she said but she did wave her hoof at us as she trotted merrily away, so I just gave her a confused wave back.

“What was that about?” I asked the bride of Frankenstud.

“Ohhh, just Cinnamon being Cinnamon. She always gets real excited for Nightmare Night, she’ll spend the whole evening buzzing around on a sugar high…” Summer insisted.

I was a bit puzzled since even though Cinnamon was pretty hyper even when it wasn’t a candy-holiday, she and Summer were pretty close, as far as I could tell. I didn’t for one second think the green mare next to me would leave me hanging the moment her special somepony showed up, but it was a bit weird for Cinnamon to be the one to just leave us alone. That bugged me for about ten seconds or so. Ponies throw pretty fun parties, and it was hard to be bothered by anything while attending one. Even being one Anon among many…

*******

“Whooo, what a night!” Summer Glow said as she clopped into our home.

“Yeah. I gotta admit I really had a great time. Thanks for inviting me…”

“Well, since we’re getting things off our chests, I’m sorry for kinda dropping the ball with the costume…” she admitted while I pulled the green mask off and shook my hair out.

“Well, look on the bright side - of all the Anons and their dates, we were the only ones that matched…” I said, buzzed enough on hard cider not to notice my slip-up until it was out there.

“Yeah - your face and my butt!” she said, given the aforementioned pony-posterior a little shake. “Ughh, can’t wait to wash this stuff off and have a nice soft mane again…” she said, using her magic to strip the bits of white lace that served as the bridal gown part of her costume. She was half-way across the common room and into the hallway that would lead to either her bedroom or the shared bathroom when something clicked in my head. Maybe my subconscious had worked something out, or maybe it was Dutch courage, but either way I spoke up.

“Summer… was this a date?” I asked and got my answer when the mare stopped mid-stride, ears perked up and white tail shuddering to a frozen halt.

“W-what if it was?” she asked, not looking at me and trying to sound casual. It might have fooled me if not for the way she was rubbing her left foreleg with her right hoof…

“Well, I had a great time… I’d feel like thanking you.”

“Yeah?” she asked, turning around but tilting her head a little to one side. When she had her mane down this usually made a little white-hair curtain partially hide her face and give her a bashful and vulnerable look, but it wasn’t really working with her mane done up the way it was now. “So… what does a human fist-date-thank-you look like?” she said, sounding a little more confident as she walked up to me. Blushing a little, she looked… well, ridiculous because of the costume - with the hair, the stitches and neck bolts. Still, dating Summer Glow…

I dropped to one knee just in time for her to elegantly rear up and lay her dainty green hooves against my shoulders, looking a little more confident as she leaned in and parted her lips. She moaned softly into our kiss and my hands were already rising, one to cup her cheek and the other resting on her back. It was playful, but anything but timid, with equine and human lips smacking against each other before our tongues came out to play. Even for ponies, this has got to be a ‘more than just friends’ kiss, and Summer’s look when she broke it seemed to confirm that.

“So, what else do humans do after the first date?” she husked, kissing me on the cheek, the line of my jaw and then along my neck before I found my voice.

“Well, uhh… that’s kind if… it…” I said as equine lips kept kissing me where it tickled pausing only when the mare in question giggled at my response.

“No, seriously…”

“I was serious…”

“Just… kissing? Just on the lips?” the bride of Frankenstud asked, looking into my eyes as if trying to detect a lie. “Then when… how long until…”

“Uhhh… third date?”

“What!?” she barked out, her mane style very appropriate for the expression of undisguised shock. “You can’t be… humans take three dates just to get horny?”

“Well it’s not that. I can usually manage to get horny half-way through date one, and sometimes it doesn’t even take that long, but it’s… you don’t want to go too fast, you want to get to know each other…”

“We live together! You know what I taste like!” she insisted, hooves braced on my shoulders and leaning hard enough against me that I was in danger of being pushed over when she finally regained her composure and sat down. “Okay, we’ll do this the human way…” she said, her horn starting to glow. And I mean really glow, enough to make the room look green…

“Hocus-pocus, abracadabra, this is now our third date!” she said in an imperious tone before the glow stopped.

“That… that was just a light spell wasn’t it?” I asked, and her only response were a deadpan expression, an arched eyebrow and a tail that seemed to be ticking away the seconds as it swished left-to-right across the floor. “Yeah, you know what it… it does kind of feel like a third date now…”

“So, now that we’ve done right by your people’s customs… ugghhh, I still really want to get all this stuff off!”

“Itchy stichies?” I asked.

“Yeah, and the bolts are a pain in the neck.”

“You said water soluble glue, so maybe the beach by moonlight?”

“Tempting but… uhhh, too far away…” she bemoaned. Beach-front bungalows were a privilege for paying customers and employee housing was on the rocky stretch of the waterfront which, while providing a great view, was not suitable for bathing. Or what we had in mind.

“So… shower?”

“Yeah, but make a note of that moonlight beach idea…”

Our bathroom was a bit on the cozy side and didn’t have a tub or shower stall, just the necessary plumbing and a drain in the middle. Roomy enough for two, although just barely. The nobs glowed green and as hot water began to rain down from the showerhead the tiled room filled up with steam. Summer Glow dove under the spray and lifted her muzzle towards it, closing her eyes and sighing as the warm water plastered her white mane to her neck. I made myself useful peeling off the fake stitches and getting splashed when the mare I was working on shook her soaked tail out. Not that she wanted to splash me, that was just a bonus. The reason for the twitchy tail was to draw my attention to her winking sex which I suspected had been wet well before we got under the shower. When I was done I made sure to wash off the green paint from around my eyes and mouth.

“Okay, so I guess we could do this with you on your knees behind me…” She mused, getting very practical.

“A good idea in general, but kneeling on hard tiles…”

“Oh, yeah. Better save that for our moonlight walk on the beach. Sooo I guess… uppies?” she asked, sitting down on her haunch and reaching out with her forehooves. I bend down and easily picked her up, wrapping one arm around her back while using the other to hold up her tush as her hindlegs swung out to either side of my hips.

“Hoookaay… you gonna be all right with this. When we get moving and all?” she asked as I rested part of her weight against the wall.

“Yeah, feet are good on tiles.” I said, addressing a typically pony concern. Hooves don’t play nice with wet tiles, and you can’t even buy the smooth kind in Equestria because… well, it’s a lot like watching Bambi trying to stand on ice…

“Okay, but if we fall, you will make sure I land on something soft, won’t you? I’m awfully high up…”

“I can make sure you land on me, but as for being soft while I have a cute mare rubbing up against me…”

“Yeah, I can see what you mean...” she said, winking a little against an erection that was nestled right against her pony-pussy.

“Okay, so we’ll just take it nice and slow… just let me know when nice and slow starts to get boring…” I said between eager little kisses with the green mare I was holding.

“Not that I’m complaining, nor am I gonna tell a stud like you how to do this, but any reason for this ‘nice and slow’ talk?”

“Well you’re a… I mean you’ve only been with mares so…”

“Uuhhh, I’ve had stallions before. Even a human a few times, I don’t know where you got… Oh… my… goodness!” she beamed, grinning from ear to ear.

“Okay, good thing we got that sorted out…” I said, trying to steer things away from my blunder, but I could see by the glint in her eyes that she wasn’t gonna drop this.

“You thought you’d be taking my fillyhood? Awwww, and you were going to be so sweet about it! You…are…such…a…gentlecolt!” she cooed, booping my nose with every word. “Awwww, don’t pout! Now I almost wish you were my first stud…”

“That’s okay…” I said, lifting her a few inches while she was too busy gloating to notice.

“You mean that?”

“Yeah. I’ll settle for being your best…” I said after feeling her wink around my tip, letting both the matter and the mare drop. Water was rolling down both of us so there was a distinctly heavy, wet slap as her cheeks met my hips and my cock plunged hilt-deep into a mare who for one blissful moment seemed at a loss for words.

“Mmmnghhhyaahhh!” she squealed, burying her face in my neck. The water was pouring down on her head and had pushed her mane over her eyes so I had to move the dripping white curtain aside to really take in her expression. It was priceless and I leaned into kiss her when I saw her horn glow and something intangible pushing my mouth away.

“Wait… just… need to catch my breath.” she said, winking in a way that had me itching to start bouncing her until I robbed her of what little breath she had.

But I guess that deep down I am a gentlecolt. Bending my own neck I managed to reach hers with my mouth, and soon she was tilting her head back and craning it so I could really get in there. My hips had started moving at some point without either of us noticing, probably in response to the flexing of her marehood. She might have had males before, but considering how snug she was I figured it had been a while since the last one. I could feel her clit flick against my shaft each time she winked, the supple teardrop staying flexed for longer than the coy little come-hither flashes meant to get a stud to mount. These were serious flexes meant to wrap a mare around whatever lucky stallion she allowed inside, smothering a hard shaft in wet, velvety softness.

“Okay, you can… hnahh! L-like that…” the wet mare gasped, the little noises bouncing against the tiles and disguised only barely by the gentle sound of water raining down on both of us.

I let her back rest against the wall as I moved both hands to her rump, letting her sit in my palms as I gave her behind a nice squeeze. It was reflex for me now that I was so used to mares, but if you’re ever in Equestria and lucky enough to get lucky, just remember - idle hands are the devil’s playthings. Caress, stroke, pinch or squeeze, ponies never seem to get tired of being touched. I felt her nipples firm up against my abs and regretted that they were out of reach. But who cared? This was my marefriend now, so I’d get around to playing with hose sooner or later. Right now I had a reputation to live up to.

She was light enough that I could easily hold her up with my palms on her ass, keeping her pinned in place as I pulled out as far as I could. Her gasp rang out against the tiles, muffled a little by the sound of rushing and dripping water. Then again, if she’d never even turned on the shower, things would be sounding pretty wet in here. I dug my fingers into her rear a little, just to gauge her reaction. The moan I got and the way the hooves resting on my chest shook just a little was encouraging enough to keep me kneading her green rump, all the while gently sawing in and out of that winking pony-cunny.

“Y-you can… harder… not made of glass…” she insisted, a little winded and apparently more than a little impatient. Lucky for her she was with a guy used to taking orders from mares when it came to ‘how hard’ and ‘how fast’.

Although I gotta say, it didn’t feel like… work. Don’t get me wrong – I love my job and thoroughly enjoy getting to run my hands over cute horny mares before I slide in and drive them wild. This was kinda different. A lot of eye contact, but those big yellow eyes that I figure got Summer Glow her name never looked quite like this – lidded and just a little glazed over as she looked up at someone who was no longer just her roomie. Those same eyes almost crossed as I followed her request, setting my stance a little wider to give me more balance for some serious thrusting.

“Hhhyyaaaaahhh! L-like that…” she squealed out, probably to set my mind at ease that I wasn’t being too rough on her.

I was thrusting hard enough to get that pony butt bouncing, the wet mare’s body sliding smoothly along the tiled while my mind painted me a picture of her hind-hooves going up and down behind me. With her leaning back a little I could see that even her glistening teats were jiggling, her green chest heaving with big labored breaths. So this is my marefriend? Cute, easy-going, cooks like a champ…

“Oooooouuuhhhwww…r-right th… I’m… fuck!”

…cums like a horny little slut. Yeah, I can definitely make this work. I was staring into the face of the mare staring at nothing as she came hard around me, back flat against the wall and her forehooves trembling against my chest as she clenched down around me. I’d normally slow down at this point, let myself and the mare wind down just a little before going hard at her again. That again, that’s work – making sure you give your client something work coming back for. I didn’t want to slow down, not with Summer winking furiously around me even as I bucked up into her. This wasn’t an appointment with a client – this was sloppy shower-sex with my marefriend, and I wasn’t gonna hold back unless she begged me to.

“Whaaa…you… you’re still… hoouuhhhhfu-!” Summer moaned, stopping only when a particularly forceful thrust severed either her sentence or her train of thought.

She reached out with her hooves and taking the hint I leaned down to kiss her. Open mouthed and pretty sloppy, since we were both breathing pretty ragged, but it was nice just to let our tongues twist against each other as wet smacks filled out ears, with Summer’s now being flicked back. My thrusts grew shorter, her moans grew higher until she was almost whimpering, close to another one, and a big one at that.

I hadn’t paced myself and now I was past the point of no return, jack-hammering into my green mare in the hopes of getting here there before my fuse burned down. My fingers dug a little harder into the pastel rump filling my hands, my legs tensing up as I thrust up and let Summer’s weight push her down. My heart pounding in my ears drowned out the sounds of both the pony and the shower, even my own groan as I let go and began shooting deep inside her. Her muzzle was pressed against my neck so her cry was almost muffled, but the shudder running through the soaked mare and the loving grip her sex had me in were dead giveaways. We caught our breath and then shared it as we kissed again, slow and in a daze as the winking cunny milked me of my last few drops.

I was very careful about setting Summer down because, like I mentioned before, hooves are iffy on wet tiles, especially when the mare’s legs were still a little shaky. I took a knee and took the shampoo bottle before running my hands along the wet green body still quivering under my fingertips as I worked up a nice lather. Summer’s little horn started to glow as she levitated my washcloth and returned the favor, and even though we worked lazily we managed to get nice and clean soon enough. I toweled myself off quickly and then gave the unicorn mare a more thorough rubdown as sighed happily and leaned into my touch. But now it was time to leave the bathroom and there was a fork in the road to consider.

“Is there any silly human rule that says he can’t share a bed until date… I don’t know, twelve or something?” she asked, an eyebrow cocked in challenge.

“No. Obviously we’ll have to work something out, but for tonight…”

“Well I don’t think you’d fit into a pony-sized bed even without me, so…”

“We’ll go to my room. Just a heads up – I wasn’t expecting company so it’s a bit of a mess…”

“Oh please, I go to your room plenty of times, I’m not gonna be grossed out by…”

“Wait a sec, when do you go into my room?

“When you’re out and I misplace my brush. You’ve got long hair, so yours works fine for me…”

“Well I guess you can’t go walking around with your mane untidy…”

“Oh no, I never lose my mane-brush, but for some reason I always wind up kicking my tail-brush somewhere, or tossing something over it or… what, why are you looking at me like that? You use that brush on your ponytail! It’s nothing unsanitary…”

“I wasn’t thinking it was unsanitary, I was thinking it was kind of kinky. Like you subtly trying to mark me with your scent…” I said as we entered what would be our bedroom, at least for tonight.

“Are you kidding? Every workday you walk around smelling of at least one mare in heat, and you think sharing a brush with me is going to mark you?”

“Good point.” I said as Summer hopped onto my bed.

“So what did you think I did in your room?”

“Well…”

“Come on, you can tell me. It’s our third date, remember?”

“Well I just figured that you warp yourself around my pillow, stick your muzzle into it and sniff and moan while you hump your crotch against the other end.” I said, and to her credit Summer managed to keep a straight face for several seconds before giggle snorting.

“And this from the man who accuses me of being into clopfics?” she laughed, tossing her still damp mane before getting a little more serious. “So, you want me to be your pillow for tonight?” she asked coyly, throwing her flank out and honestly making it sound like a good idea for a moment.

“Let’s save that idea for naptime. I think we’ll get a better night’s rest if we just spoon up.”

“Early day tomorrow?” she asked, pushing her back against me after I climbed in.

“Afternoon shift. You?” I asked, running an arm around her and puling the fuzzy mare close.

“Mhhhh, my crew’s making dinner. So I guess we’ll have all morning together…” she trailed off, and we contemplated the advantages of a cool fresh morning in the tropics with nothing to do but whatever comes to mind. “So, if I make you breakfast, and we sit down to eat together, does that count as our fourth date?”

“A breakfast date?”

“Yeah, didn’t think so…” she said as she pushed back against me, her horn glowing briefly as she flicked the switch and the room went dark save for a bit of moonlight leaking through the blinds.

“Better make it brunch…” I said, falling asleep with the scent of her freshly washed mare lacing my last waking breath.

*******

Considering what I’d been up to before drifting off, and the fact that I had a warm, curvy mare spooned up against me, my dreams should have picked up where we left off. Instead it was kind of… tame. My brain was processing the newly formed relationship with Summer Glow, and had dredged up memories of relationships past with a green pony playing the role that had so far been reserved for human girls.

As sleep collapsed and my brain struggled to rev up there were fleeting memories of me walking with her and wondering how to hold hands with a mare. I’d settled for holding her horn while we walked which seemed to work in the dream but immediately felt stupid. There was the part where she introduced me as her coltfriend, or me waiting impatiently for her to get dressed for our date, knowing she was going to come out of the bedroom wearing absolutely nothing like usual. Just silly innocent stuff. The lewd stuff only began once I woke up.

The nights here are warm so I usually just have a sheet to cover myself, but with a warm Summer spooned up against me I hadn’t bothered with that. As I lay on my back it was covering me from the waist down, and not just me judging by the big lump moving between my legs. I lifted it and folded it back just enough to expose bright yellow eyes and a familiar muzzle nuzzling my morning wood.

“Mornin’…” I murmured groggily.

“Morning!” chirped the mare who must have been awake for some time. No one’s that much of a morning person.

“You hiding under there?” I asked, still holding the sheet up.

“It was supposed to be a surprise…” she said, kissing my glans and running her tongue around it before popping it out of her mouth. “You were supposed to guess who’s under the sheet…”

“Okay, fine…” I said, covering her once again. “Hmmmmm… Fleur the Lys?” I asked, hearing and feeling her snort out a laugh with my tip in her muzzle.

“You know, I did call her, but she said her schedule’s just so hectic…”

“Hey, you can laugh all you want, but this resort’s a pretty luxurious destination. I figure it’s only a time until she drops by…”

“…at which point she’ll ask for you by name, naturally.” Came the sarcastic voice from beneath the sheet.

“No, she’ll ask for the best human stud they have, and by then I’ll have won employee of the month at least four months in a row. Then it’ll be just me and Equestria’s top model, alone on a beach with…” I began, but was stopped when the sheet flew up, the hem glowing the same green as the horn of the mare now staring at me.

“Not even as a joke!”

“Are you… since when are you so possessive?” I asked the outraged unicorn.

“Not of you! But if you think that if you’re lucky to get your hoo…your hands on Fleur de Lys and not share her with your special somepony, then…”

“Okay, okay, just the three of us, out on the beach, Sun slowly setting. I can always say you’re my assistant as well as my marefriend. We’ll have to think of something for you to do…” I mused, and Summer took my erection back in her mouth, seemingly encouraging the narrative. “You could pour the oil on her. You do that all the time. Just imagine that alabaster mare as one big, sexy skillet…” I said, and my cock went flying out of her mouth as she laughed.

“Now look what you did!” she complained, her horn glowing as she levitated my tip back up and dove back down on me.

“Point… nghhh!... taken! I’ll let you… get serious down there…” I said, letting Summer get to work on my morning wood as I toyed lazily with the white fronds of her still unbrushed mane.

I have no idea how long she’d been playing with me until her nuzzling finally woke me up, but once she really got to work I knew I wouldn’t last long. She had one foorehoof on my thigh and the other one under my sack, cradling my testes on that soft little pad hidden under her hoof. She moaned a little, making my body tense as the vibrations seeped into the erection trapped in that warm, wet mouth, her lips forming a firm seal as she bobbed her head up and down.

Whenever she’d drive her muzzle down to take me all the way I’d glimpse her rear, raised a little with her occasionally flicking and sending thick white hair flying around the place like an anxious cloud. If I had a mirror on the wall behind her I knew I’d see her slit winking, flashing glistening pink in anticipation of reciprocation. And I definitely wasn’t going to let her leave this room without some payback. I’ll eat her, and then I’ll eat her breakfast…

And my new marefriend also seemed hungry, judging by the way her tongue was pressing up against my shaft when she pushed her muzzle down, or swirling around the glans when she released everything but the tip. I fought the urge to buck as I fought back my desire to climax, savoring every bit of effort Summer was putting into her impromptu blowjob. Her lips were wrapped around the base of my cock when I finally let loose, her ears perking up as she very slowly pulled her muzzle up. She opened her lips but kept cradling my glans on her tongue, letting me watch as I shot the last few spurts before a flick of that tongue left my softening erection plop down.

“I gotta say, it’s much easier doing this for human studs than for stallions…”

“A stallion too big for that big mouth?” I teased.

“I can handle the stallion up until he flares. Then you have a choice of having the thing in your throat and risk losing consciousness, or having it in your mouth and having your jaw pop when it swells up.”

“Score one for human studs then. So are you gonna come over here or do I have to get up and get you?” I asked, and with a twinkle of her yellow eyes Summer planted her rump on my crotch, winking a few times against my half-hard cock with her hooves planted on my chest before she began to scoot her way up my body. She made slow progress and her marehood left a wet, slimy trail along my abs, like some sort of big, sexy snail. When she reached my face she paused for a brief kiss, but after that continued scooting. She only stopped when I grabbed her hips once her winking cunny was resting on my collarbone and her perky teats were filling my vision.

“Oh, right! That human thing with… what do you call them – crotch-boobs?”

“If you’re feeling antsy we can skip this part…” I said, feeling her wink against my bare skin.

“I dunno, you seem pretty happy down there. And the whole idea’s kinda cute…”

“Cute?” I asked, arching one brow as I let my hands slip from furry hips to the expanse of bare skin and supple flesh.

“Yeah, I told you – it’s kinda like you’re a big foal. But I mean... really? I mean, I’ve never even had a foal so they’re pretty small…”

“If I didn’t find small cute things sexy, do you think we’d have ever gotten together?” I asked, trailing my thumbs along the perfectly smooth skin of her teats. They were a dark green color that, if I was being perfectly honest, would have been more suitable for something like a tank, but the shade accented her fur perfectly and really drew the eye to her pert teats. And where the eye goes, fingers follow…

“Point –mhhh!- taken. But human females have like… huge chest-boobs, right?”

“We just call those boobs. Or maybe the pony version would be chest-teats? Either way, they can be as small as yours, or big enough to cause problems like back ache and traffic accidents.” I said, lazily running my thumbs across her nipples, the big nubs that were soft and rubbery for now but growing stiffer with every teasing touch. So what if my marefriend has no idea what these are for? I know a mare’s body better than she does, and I don’t mind giving a lesson now and again…

“And human mares… women… they like it when you… what – rub them?”

“Rubbing’s good. Then there’s squeezing…” I said, laying my palms on her bumps, splaying my fingers out and giving the pert teats a nice grope, on that had her tail brushing against my crotch. “…a little pinch here and there…” I said, giving the nubs a gentle pinch and just a bit of a tug. The tail lashed, the winky winked, so I figured I’d show her what these are for.

“…and of course you can always…” I trailed off, grabbing her ass and pulling her forward as I leaned in and planted my lips of a stiff pony nub. Her whimpery gasp was the last thing I heard before shapely equine thighs closed around my ears.

“Oooohhhkay, so… they like getting kissed, I guess? Who doesn’t? Hey, I didn’t tell you to stop!” she protested as the dark green nub popped from my lips.

“I’m not, I’m just switching…” I said, closing my mouth around the still untouched teat and holding Summer’s hips firm as she shuddered.

“Yeah, that one works too. I mean, I knew they were sensitive but… mnhhh!”

“Still think it’s silly and childish?” I asked, flicking the big stiff nub with my tongue.

“I never said childish, I said foolish! And… okay, kinda regretting I said it…” said the mare leaking right against the base of my neck.

I’ve met some mares who knew how sensitive breasts were and liked to feel a pair of lips latch around them, even though for ponies this seemed to be something on the kinky side and not just regular foreplay. But even those mares tended to make the cutest, weirdest noises when hands and fingers came into play. Mares weren’t really hand-filling, even those who’d had foals, although the bumps tend to be a tad fuller. But the nipples capping each teat were big enough to really play around with, anything from just trailing a fingertip around them, too little tweaks and tugs, and every now and again a nice quick pinch. It won’t get a mare off, but it will rile one up, just like the green girl now practically dragging her slit up and down my neck. Her winking was starting to tickle.

“Okay, point taken… definitely more crotch-bob fun from now on, but I’m kinda getting antsy…”

“You wanna scoot forward?”

“You don’t mind, do you? I mean, I’m gonna take care of my stud, but I’d really like to watch your face while I…”

“…sit on it?”

“Mmm-hmm!”

“Have a seat…”

“Awwww, you’re so sweet!” she cooed, rising just far enough to straddle my face and plant that winking teardrop on my mouth. “Ooh, I like this. Whenever I’m with Cinnamon Crust I usually end up with her tush planted on my muzzle. Not that I mind, and she never leaves a –aaAah!- mare hangin’ but there’s something about having you under me like this, looking up at me, that intense eye contact thing going…” she mused, winking and booping my nose with her clit.

So I guess I wasn’t completely wrong about her and Cinnamon. Didn’t really figure the bubbly orange mare as a top, but then she is the kind who might just plop her butt on someone’s face because she’s getting impatient. Summer must have looked seriously hot pushing her green muzzle into her friend’s winking sex, but I wasn’t complaining about my view. Those big yellow eyes were gazing down at me, hiding just a bit behind long lashes that would flutter every time I dipped my tongue in. She hadn’t had a chance to brush her mane so the white strands were falling down to frame her face as she bent over me.

Going down on a mare is a little easier since a pony-pussy does a lot of the work on its own. You don’t need to rub the clit since winking will rub it against anything that’s handy, in this case the tip of my nose. And even if you just keep doing the same thing with your tongue you’ll hit all kinds of sensitive spots because of the way a winking pussy opens up. So while my pony rode me, I moved my hands back to her cheeks, rubbing and squeezing them gently so that I don’t interrupt the mare having a lot of fun being on top.

“You –mpfh!- know, you look awfully cute from up here. I’m usually stuck looking up at you, which I gotta admit –mhaah!- is kind of a turn-on cause you’re so big and tall…” she mused, moving her hips so that she slid her winking slit up my face only to slide back and push her ass against my hands. “You don’t mind, do you? ‘Cause, a mare could get u-oooh!-used to this.” she insisted, swiveling her hips from side to side, as if someone trying to get comfy.

I was having fun just rolling her green cheeks in my hands, but seeing how she was teasing I couldn’t resist pushing back just a little. Like letting a finger slip between those firm round globes, along soft defense fuzz until I found bare skin, and something that clenched up the moment my digit brushed across it.

“Hhhgaah! S-seriously that… just be careful it’s se – mpffhhhh!- sensitive…” she whimpered, but kept her tail hiked and her pussy flashing against my mouth.

And I was the perfect gentlecolt – just using my fingertip to run circles around the doughnut shaped pucker, making it pulse nervously and relax, only to tense up when I brushed my finger across it and pressed in just hard enough to tease. And all the time I was eating her out like… well, I hadn’t even had breakfast yet, so I guess I was kind of ravenous. Summer was really getting into it – rolling her hips and moaning sweetly as she tried to hold my gaze even though her eyes were losing focus.

My face was a mess and my every breath filled with the sweet scent of the horny mare now doing less sitting on my face and more riding. I was as hard as a rock but didn’t want to interrupt her as her voice rose in pitch and her hips did the same. I was a bit surprised to feel a hoof on the back of my head pushing my face in until her teats nearly poked my eyes out.

“Mhhyeaaahhh… you –nghha!- do this almost… as well as a m-mare… just a l-little… deeper… t-there!” she cried out, and the next wink drenched my face as the mare’s body shook in the palms of my hands. As good as a mare, huh?

“Hooooo, that was amazing. Now let’s see if you’ve got anything for me…” she said, lifting her messy sex from my messier face and turning around until she was muzzle to tip with my erection. “Ooooh yeah, that’s an eager stud. Mwah!” she said, giving my glans a smooch and giggling at the way I twitched. “Now, obviously you don’t have to do anything back there but… oohh! Well if you insist…” she cooed, swallowing my shaft as I spread her open and went back in.”

*******

“So, I know we haven’t really talked about it, but… where are you and Cinnamon Crust now?” I asked the mare resting her pretty green head on my chest.

“Mhhh? Oh well… were never really a thing. And I guess she’s giving me a little space so I could spend time with you.”

“You know, I’m with other mares for my job, so if you two wanted to spend some time together every now and then, I’d be fine with that.” I said and Summer chucked as she looked up at me.

“As long as we don’t make you watch, right?”

“Well if I were there it would be cruel to make me just watch.”

“Uhhhh, about that. Obviously you could do anything you wanted to me and I’d love it, but…”

“Cinnamon isn’t into males?”

“No, she’s had stallions. But she’s kinda… avoided human studs.”

“Doesn’t think we can get the job done? I could show her my reviews…” I said, getting a giggle out of Summer Glow.

“No, she’s afraid you’d hurt her. It’s... kind of an irrational fear, but she doesn’t think anything that goes around two legs can possibly be stable, and you humans are so big that… she’s worried you might fall over and squish… don’t laugh!” she insisted as I failed to keep a straight face.

“Well, as long as you’re the brave one…”

“I am brave, and tonight I’m going to show you what a brave mare you have…” she said, savoring the confused look on my face before levitating a small tube of…

“Lube?” I asked the mare who never had an issue with getting wet enough.

“That’s right. You’ve poked and prodded back there, and I have to admit it’s gotten me curious.”

“Have you ever…” I began and Summer Glow chewed her lip as she shook her head.

“I know some stallions do that sort of thing, but if you ask a mare about letting one of them do that, they tend to flag their tail down on reflex. But you, while being big are not scary big. And you’re gentle and I trust that you’d never ever do anything to hurt the mare who gave you her heart and is willing to give sooo much more… Uhh, you have done that before, right? With human girls?”

“Yeah. Had no complaints either…”

“Ohhh, thank Celestia! Cause I’m really turned on by the idea, but at the same time if neither of us knows what they’re doing it could end up so badly for one of us, and it would probably be the one with her tail up so…”

“…we’ll go nice and easy. And if you have a change of heart, we’ll fall back to what we know works for us.”

That was enough to put Summer at ease, and soon enough I was sitting on the bed with the green mare laid out across my lap. It looked like I was all set to give a naughty filly her spanking, but I was being as gentle as I could as I smeared lube around the twitching ring under her hiked tail. I knew she like this kind of teasing, but so far nothing had gone in there. Once she was good and slick I pushed in slowly and felt and saw the equine pucker stretch around as I slipped my first knuckle in.

“Nhhh…”

“You okay?”

“Yeah. Just tensed up a little but… it doesn’t feel that big. A little weird but a nice kind of weird…”

“That’s just one finger, and just the tip at that. Just relax, breathe deep, and don’t be afraid to tag out if it gets too much…”

“Okay…” she said and I kept my finger where it was, using my other hand to play with her name, scratch behind her ears and do everything I could to help her relax.

I could feel the moment she did and my finger sunk easily all the way with nothing but a soft, happy sigh from the mare in my lap. More petting, a few scratchies under the chin and a second finger… she flicked her ears when she felt that one but clenched up only for a split second before letting me slide it in. When it was time for finger number three she shuddered and actually started winking. When she was moaning while having three fingers pumping under her tail I figured she was ready. I sure as hell was.

“Okay, so how do you a want me? Muzzle down, ass up?” she asked.

“Sounds tempting, but for now how about you lay on your back?” I said, wanting to see her face during this.

For one, I wanted to make sure she wasn’t in pain and just suffering through for my sake. Second, if she does enjoy her first time taking anal her expressions are going to be priceless and I wanted to remember them. She lay on the bed and rolled over, and for a moment I considered how I was going to throw such a short pair of legs up over my shoulders when I remembered that my marefriend was a lightweight. I knelt behind her, took hold of her hips and easily pulled her bottom up, watching her legs fall open. She was giving me a sultry ‘fuck me’ look, but looked vulnerable with her forehooves against her chest and her pussy timidly winking at me. I held her rear up with my hands easily, pulling her closer until I had the tip of my lubed shaft dead-center on that tiny pulsing donut.

“Deep breaths…” I said, running my thumbs up and down along her sides. She breathed deep and relaxed enough for my tip to wedge. From that point all that it took was a little pressure for me to spread her open, her face as she lost her anal virginity every bit as amazing as I knew it would be. Once the tip was in she clenched up on reflex, drawing a grunt from me.

“Wha… what was that?”

“You kinda… squeezed down…”

“And that feels... intense? When I do… this?” she said, flashing a devious smile as she clenched up on purpose, drawing another grunt for me. “Well… isn’t that interesting.” said the mare who realized taking a stud under her tail might not be as passive an experience as she imagined.

I’ve been lucky enough that my first experience giving anal was with a girl who had done it plenty of times before, and had taught me the golden rule was – patience. And Celestia help me but this mare was testing mine! The impishly crooked grin had no place on the face of someone losing any kind of virginity, and while for the most part she let me work her over nice and slow every once in a while she’d clench down on me while I was pulling out and stop me dead.

Well, if she wasn’t going to play fair, I saw no need to hold back. I moved one hand under her lower back to hold her up, and laid my other hand on her teats. Already stiff and just begging to be played with. I pumped under her tail slowly as I rubbed the part mounds, every now and again catching a stiff nipple between two fingers and giving it a little tweak. Cute and responsive as always, and judging by the look on Summer’s blushing face she was enjoying the extra attention. But it was my turn to grin now as I let my thumb slip lower, to the plump flesh just under her teats.

Her eyes were wide even before I started tickling, her left hoof kicking out at empty air as the little heart-shaped pink nub flashed to say ‘hi’. She was clenching again but it wasn’t the cocky squeeze she was giving me before, and after enough time to work her open, her clenches weren’t slowing me down. I moved slowly but finished deep every time, pushing her rump up on the bed each time I hilted. My thumb kept teasing and her marehood kept winking, exposing her little gem long enough for me to give it a flick or a quick rub.

Even with how she was getting into it, I was surprised to hear her let out a whimpery cry as the next flex of her supple folds drenched my abs and her ring clamped down on me. I’m sure I would have went over right then and there but her grip was too tight and by the time it settled into a rhythmic pulsing I’d gotten a grip on myself. I didn’t have long to last, so I wasn’t going to hold anything back, sticking two fingers deep into her slit and curling them just right. Summer was tossing her head left and right, scattering her white mane over the sheets as she tried to catch her breath.

I’d shortened my strokes to the point that I was sheathed under her tail almost all the way, bouncing her rear up and down while I poked around in the slippery marehood that looked happy to get some attention. After the fingering, the slow teasing I was at the end of my rope and with a final buck and grunt I began to pump Summer Glow’s rump full, feeling touched that I was the first male she let do this. I leaned down when she stretched her forehooves out, rolling us around because I didn’t trust myself not to collapse on top of her as I got a grip on my wild pulse.

“That… was…loved it!” the mare gasped out with my cock still buried under her tail.

“Think we might have gone a little overboard. You might change your mind if you wake up feeling sore back there…” I panted out.

“Well, if I am I’ll just call Cinnamon over for some gentle mare-love. While you sit, watch and think about what you’ve done!”

*******

A romantic snuggle on the beach, much anticipated. Okay, so it wasn’t a moonlight beach romp. It will take a bit of time for our work schedules and the phases of the moon to really line up properly. But it was still very early in the morning, so we were hitting that ‘golden hour’ time of the day. Good job, Celestia…

“You gonna tell me what you packed?” I asked, nuzzling the mane just between Summer’s ears as the green mare spooned up against me.

“It’s a secret! And I also want you to work up a bit of an appetite…” she said, eyeing the packed lunch nestled securely in its little picnic cooler. Granted, we didn’t come here to eat, but my girl is a chef so you can’t blame me for being eager for a taste.

“I dunno about that. Just a lazy morning seems pretty good right now. You know – a cuddle and a talk, really catch up…” I teased. Bluffing without cards in my hand because my erection was gently poking a fuzzy green cheek.

“Yeah, we kinda had an early night yesterday…” she said, shifting just a little so that it was now soft and smooth skin my glans was pushing against.

“So, how was your day at work?” I asked, lazily running a hand up and down her side.

“Mmmmhhh, I burned the kitchen down to the ground…” she lied glibly.

“That’s nice.”

“And what about you? Anything special happen?” she asked idly.

“Now that you mention it, yeah it did…”

“Well go on. I’m all ears…” she said, flicking said ears against my face.

“You’ll never believe who I had on my table. Fleur de Lys herself!”

“No! Really?” Summer gasped, going a touch heavy on the sarcasm.

“Yeah, just dropped in, no reservation or anything. But she’s a major celebrity, so the management let it slide. Anyway, she said she was stressing out and in desperate need of some relief and asked for an appointment with the best human stud the resort had. So naturally they called in yours truly.”

“Who else? Well, no wonder you were so exhausted when you got back. Demanding, was she?”

“No, she was very down to earth, but you know how it is – the resort’s reputation was on the line, I had to give it my best. She just stretched out on my table – long, graceful legs, that silky pink mane, milk white fur shining in the sunlight even before I rubbed the oil on her…”

“I know, I was there…”

“You were?” I asked, my stream of complete nonsense suddenly derailed.

“Of course. You know we had a deal – if you’re ever lucky enough to get your hands on Fleur de Lys, you gotta share. So, since you remembered that, you immediately sent for me…”

“Must have slipped my mind, but now that you mention it, yeah I totally did. I’d never break a promise, so of course you were there too…” I said, holding her a little tighter and feeling something give my glans a quick peck.

“Yeah. I distinctly remember brushing that fabulous mane out of the way so it wouldn’t get all oily as you began to rub her down all over…” Summer cooed while I kept silent to see where she was going with this. “You ran those strong hands over the softly sighing mare… up and down… up and down…” she purred, moving her hips so that the tip of my erection was moving up and down along the supple tear-drop slit winking occasionally as her lies got her horned up.

“She didn’t come in just for a massage though. It was pretty clear from here I was standing, especially when she opened her long legs and hiked that luxurious tail aside…”

“Was she breathtaking?” Summer Glow murmured, the tail draped over my thigh flicking lazily.

“Mhhhh… pale pink and just a little wet…”

“Ooohhhh, dainty!” she said, her hips settling down while she kept winking around me. “Only a little wet?”

“Hey, I just got my hands on her! But yeah, it was obvious she’d need some preparation before I really got to work on her. So I let my hand trail down…” I said, pushing my actual hand down along my actual mare’s belly, gliding across her teats and only stopping when my fingertips were pressing the plump underside of her teardrop. “Teased her a little until I got her winking. Then I went and pushed my fingers in as deep as they would go…” I said, rubbing lazily around the bottom of summer’s pussy.

“Two?”

“Three!”

“Ooohhh, so forceful!” she cooed, squirming a little against me – obviously frisky but enjoying this silly teasing too much to do anything about it.

“Well, she’s a busy mare…”

“Oh I know! And the way she gasped when you opened her pretty pink flower up – eyes losing focus behind those long, thick lashes… Oooohhh, you should have seen it!”

“Hey, I had a pretty good view too…”

“Yeah, but that glamorous face contorted in ecstasy…” she gushed.

“Ecstasy? It was just my fingers…”

“I know! That’s what I told her! I explained to her that I was your lover, not that it wasn’t obvious by the way you were spitting your attention between Equestria’s most gorgeous model and me, of course.”

“Was I really that obvious?”

“Totally! So while you were making her gasp and moan I was telling her what she was really in for – that you were tireless, maddeningly passionate, that a mare’s body was your plaything. That your skills and your body were honed to perfection and that those magic fingers were merely a hint at what was to come…” she said, her winking speeding up as her fantasy got her riled up.

“Which is…?”

“I told her how the sounds she was making and the feel of her supple sex around your fingers was driving you wild. How you were hard as a steel bar behind her, just waiting for the perfect moment to sink your little helmet-flare into that…”

“Wait, my little… what?” I interrupted. “Seriously, if we’re ever together with Fleur de Lys, you can’t call it my ‘little helmet-flare’, okay?”

“Ughhhh, when you sink yourself into her, she will be at your mercy…” Summer said, rolling her eyes at having her obscene gibberish censored. “You’d be unstoppable, a machine deigned not to breed a mare but to drive her to the edge of sanity as her body is wracked by climax after mind-shattering climax.”

“Sounds scary…” I said, fiddling a little with the increasingly wet cunny of my perverted mare.

“You know, I think I did make her feel a bit anxious. She was biting her lower lip as I spoke and I thought ‘Oh no!’”

“Oh no?”

“Yeah, like what if she leaves a mark and her next photo shoot is an add for lipstick? Fabulous close-ups of Equestria’s poutiest muzzle ruined!”

“That does sound bad…”

“Right? So in order to prevent disaster, I kissed her!”

“Quick thinking…”

“I know! And I was just gonna give her a nice innocent smooch, but she starts moaning into my muzzle while you’re pumping that pink cunny and before I know it she’s slipping me tongue! And I’m like… stunned, because we just met and this is so sudden, but at the same time it’s Fleur de Lys…”

“…you’re not not gonna kiss her back…” I reasoned with the mare who’d went beyond reason.

“Duh! So we really get into it – our tongues twisting as our muzzles scrunch up against each other… then our lips part and we’re panting while the kiss gets sloppy, and she does this ting where she nibbles on my bottom lip…”

“Well if she has to bite someone’s lip. Sounds really hot though, wish I had a better view…”

“Okay, so it was kinda like this…” she said, twisting that long pony neck and using her magic to bringing my face down towards her lips. Our lips met and I guess we wound up replaying the whole thing, with me even following her script and giving her lip a little nip.

“Wow… hell of a kiss…” I gasped, running my hand along the line of Summer’s jaw.

“Yeah, it distracted her so much she never even felt you pull your fingers out… never saw you move into position until you took aimed and… plunged in!”

“Like… this?” I asked, bracing myself and waiting for a wink before bucking with my hips. I was lying on my side with Summer spooned up, so not really as much leverage as when I have when I’m behind a mare, but still enough to drive everything I had into the equine sex that took me with a wink and a squish.

“Nhhhhhyyyaaaaaahhhh! Ju… just l-like that…” Summer gasped, shuddering against me as I kept her little nub pressed against my shaft. “T-then she craned that graceful white neck to look back at the audacious male who just claimed her…” she said, and I had to admire the fact that she wasn’t dropping this even though she was a little short on breath.

“…and gave me a real ‘fuck me’ look…”

“No, she flashed you her bedroom eyes…”

“What’s the difference?” I asked, grinding myself gently against her green rump.

“It’s –ahh!- like a really classy ‘fuck me’ look…”

“And she is a classy mare…”

“Yeah, but that wasn’t why she was here. She didn’t just drop in to be admired and pampered. She wanted to be rutted, to have her perfect body not just fawned over and photographed but used. You saw it the moment you gripped that perky white ass and her tail shuddered, hiking away as far as it would go…” Summer murmured, squirming back against me a little and showing her impatience.

“One of those needy, slutty mares, huh?”

“Mmm-hmm…She got a little startled when you pushed that button that makes the rear end of your table fold down…”

“It’s a lever, actually…”

“Whatever…I looked into her eyes, whispered to her to relax, that she will be fine. I gave her another kiss and felt anxiety melt away as her long lashes closed. Then I tilted my head and flashed you a look, my twinkling eyes saying what my lips couldn’t…”

“Care to remind me what they said?”

“Fuh… fuck her!” she said. I had pulled half-way out before she was done, and my hips followed her command as they drove in with a solid slap, pausing just long enough to feel her wink around me before I began to rut against her. The beach was pretty much empty this early in the morning so Summer didn’t stifle her cries as she got what I supposedly served up to Fleur de Lys.

“Mnngh, you know it’s like I can still hear her moans ringing in my ears…” I teased, catching one of Summer’s green ears in my teeth and giving her a little nip.

“C-aaAaaah!-an you blame her? She never saw it coming, and you were so-ooOoohhh forceful! Y-you just kept going at her harder and harder… nghhh… seriously – harder!” she groaned and I picked up my pace, finding it hard to find where my crazed marefriend was drawing a line between reality and fiction.

I grabbed her just above the hoof and lifted it up, feeling her clench around me as I opened her up. She’d gotten herself worked up more than I thought, her pussy going from winks to the steady flashes that signaled a maregasm. I wasn’t even warmed up, so I easily kept up a nice rutting tempo, flexing my cock in the whimpering green mare until she shuddered against me and pulsed around me. I slowed down a little but kept sliding in and out even as her cunny tried to pull me in and milk me and Summer caught her breath.

“Poor Fleur de Lys… didn’t know what she was in for huh? The most glamorous mare in Equestria reduced to a panting, squirting mess…” I teased, running my fingers through her tousled mane.

“Yeah, you really… gave it to her good… but you weren’t even close to finished, were you?”

“Not by a longshot…” I said, rubbing my palm across her teats.

“Poor Fleur could… barely breathe…” gasped the mare who was herself quite short of breath. “When you grabbed her by the hoof and you twisted her…” she said, throwing her weight to one side until I got the hint. It took a little shuffling but in no time I was on my knees and Summer was on her back, legs splayed and my cock stuck firmly in her winking pussy with each of my hands holding one of her legs high and wide. “…and you flipped her over like… mngghh, just like that…”

“…and laid down on top of her, pinning her under my…” I ventured, leaning down until a hoof to the chest stopped me.

“No, no… you were back there, holding her open wide… mmhhh, a little wider than that… perfect! Then I climbed up on top of her…”

“You must have looked cute clambering up onto he table…” I said, since unless I’m ‘working’ on a pegasus I have to give my client uppies.

“No, I levitated!”

“Okay, I’ve never seen you do that…”

“...until then, I know! I was on top of Fleur De Lyse and struck by the sight of that pristine pink sex wrapped tight around your thick, pistoning shaft. She was still panting, and I could feel the heat of her breath against my winking marehood, so I pushed my rump back until my lips met her muzzle…”

“You’re –ngh!- sitting on a lot of faces these days…” I said, working my cock in and out of the mare who might very well have lost her grip on reality.

“No, I didn’t even get to! I was shocked to suddenly find Fleur’s hooves on my rump, spreading me open as she dove muzzle-first into my pony-pussy! Mhhhh, those lips, that tongue… her moans buzzing through my body as you began rutting her with wild abandon…” she said, a hint for me to pick up my pace.

“Man, I’m a lucky guy – hilt deep in the most gorgeous model in Equestria while I watch her eat out my marefriend…”

“Mhhooohhhyeah… it was all I could do to keep my hindquarters steady as she lapped and kissed at my winking folds, my head sinking lower until I was within reach of her perfect, perky teats and…”

“Wait, all of a sudden you’re into crotch-boobs?”

“Well yeah, when it’s Fleur de Lys! Just imagine them – flawless, rose pink skin, supple yet firm bumps with achingly stiff nipples. Every piece of lingerie to ever touch those mounds was horn-sewn by Equestrian’s top fashion designers personally. You think I’m gonna pass that up?”

“When you put it like that…” I said, admiring the picture the horny mare had painted, all while her perky pair of tits bounced with each thrust I made into her.

“I was mesmerized by their beauty, the taboo sensua-nnghhooohfuck!-sensuality of the moment. My lips parted and sealed around a stiff pink nub as Fleur and I moaned in sweet unison.”

“Well you can’t fit both her teats in your muzzle. Did I get to play with the other one?”

“Of –nhh!- course! Don’t you remember? I was being gentle, but you were kneading her bare flesh, catching the teat between two fingers…mhhh, like that…” she moaned as I played along and grabbed her nipple.

“A breathless Fleur de Lys took her mouth off my sex, a thin strand of my honey trialing from the tip of her tongue to my flashing button…” she gasped out.

“And you saw this?”

“No, but you did!” she insisted.

“Oh, well of course I did. Man, that was hot…” I said. Enough blood had drained from my brain to provide an erection that can satisfy a mare for me to invest myself in this fantasy, but I have no idea what Summer’s excuse was.

“You tugged on her teat and I pinched the other one gently with my teeth, and Fleur just moaned out ‘Harder, harder’… c’mon, harder!” she hissed, making me realize I’d missed a cue.

“She’s was getting loud. Good thing you pushed your pussy back against her face to quiet her down, huh?”

“Wha… ohhhhyea… she got back in there… d-deep and hitting –mpfh!- all the right spots. And you looked so sexy, looming over her, fuh…fucking her silly. I watched her wink around your cock. Flashing that little pink gem I –ahh!- couldn’t help myself… pushing my muzzle closer… sticking out my tongue…” she said.

Her tongue had no hope of reaching the pony-pussy I was currently rutting, so I moved my hand so that my fingertips were brushing the plump part of her teardrop that hid the little heart-shaped nub. I wriggled my fingers a little, as if to simulate the flicks of a tongue, but I knew what she liked and just kept enough pressure to really keep her bead flicking firmly against my cock. Her white mane was spread out behind the head she was tossing as she bucked her hips up to try and meet my thrusts. I knew I was pushing all the right buttons, but I was still surprised to feel her clench up around me as mare-honey gushed against the sack slapping her with every thrust.

“Hhaaahh…ooohhhyeah…keep…more, I need…” she gasped out as her forehooves curled up against her chest. She was squeezing down on me hard now, and whatever insanity had taken hold of Summer was infectious as I picked up my pace, struggling to match my thrusts to her clenches.

“You lean…leaned down and… k-kissed…” she panted, and I didn’t bother trying to point out that if I had done this it would have crushed her between me and Fleur de Lys.

It was a hot fantasy, but the green cutie under me was looking as good as any mare had a right to at that moment, so I pressed my lips to her muzzle and kissed her as deeply as I could, with both of us being desperate for breath at this point. My thrusts were growing shorter and harder, pushing her and the towel we were on up along the sandy shore, our kiss muffling her squeak and my groan as I gave one final thrust and held myself still. We broke the kiss and panted, trying to focus our eyes on each other’s face as my sack pulled up even as her clit flicked against it, my shaft twitching as I seeded the silly mare under me. I was still hard when I grabbed her and rolled us over, feeling hot sand against my bare back and hot mare on my chest.

“So… what happened then?” I panted out, provoked by some strange post coital curiosity.

“Hmm? Oh, a luxurious yacht came and Fleur de Lys blew us kisses as she sailed away…” she said as she nuzzled up against my neck.

“Ohh. For a moment I was worried she might turn up to be queen Chrysalis in disguise, or something…”

“No, that would just be silly…”

*******

“Ahhh Zane, I almost thought you weren’t coming…” purred a familiar voice, making me turn to regard a mare draped in diaphanous silk, complete with a veil.

“Wouldn’t miss the big Nightmare Night party, now would I? Saddle Arabia harem outfit? Are we gonna see you do some exotic dance later on?” I asked Constance Heart and got a chuckle in response.

“Maybe, depends on how hard this cider is. And are you a cowboy or are you just returning from Apleloosa?”

“I ride mares for a living, I figure I’ve got a right to wear the hat…”

“And Summer Glow, you… you’ve drawn a question mark on your face? Is that supposed to be some sort of… riddle?”

“Uhhhh, more like a penance…” the mare beside me said.

“And she also died her mane green and slicked it down…”

“Well, I suppose it’s the sort of inside joke that couples get. You know, last year about this time Zane was trying to convince me that you were just his roommare.”

“I was. But we’ve, kinda…” she said, bashful trailing off and averting her eyes away from the older mare’s knowing gaze.

“Well you do make a cute couple. Now if you’ll excuse me, I’ve got to check on my other resources…”

“Can you believe I am the only Anon here?” Summer asked once Constance had trotted away.

“I can. Me and the rest of the guys had a meeting after last Nightmare Night and vowed that Anon wouldn’t be attending this year. Besides, I think you look cute with the fake bald look.” I said, taking a knee to plant a kiss between her ears. “Happy anniversary honey…”

“Thanks, but it’s not our anniversary quite yet…” she said, planting her hooves on my shoulders before whispering the rest in my ear. “If you remember, we only became an item after the party, so we’ll… celebrate when we got home…"