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The Raptor's Ponyta

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Written by Arian Mabe (Amethyst Mare)

Commissioned by Saphira Fafnar

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He had to be there somewhere. He or she... One of them.

Aurora frowned, the Galarian Ponyta's tail twitching, though it felt as if she was carrying it higher than she was, quite honestly, used to. It was embarrassing to show off like that, flaunting her body, but she could not bring herself to pin it down, those muscles working overtime just to keep it from yanking itself higher. Her mane and tail, in shades of pink and pastel cyan, were ruffled up out of their usual, soft appearance, though she shivered to think of her juices slipping from her folds under her tail.

Her marehood... Well, it was not a part of her body that she had given much thought in the past but it did not seem that she was due to forget just how Salya's tongue, a Salazzle-Aerodactyl hybrid, had slunk up under there. The ribbons of her tail had caressed her hide so sweetly that even the mere memory of it tingled softly through her, though the event itself had taken place at least a week ago.

"Where are they?"

Maybe she was being delusional. Maybe she expected too much of others. That had happened before. The forest was a quiet place, a safe place, and Aurora could not have honestly said that she'd had any much reason to venture out of it before. Of course, the land of Galar stretched far and wide, but she just hadn't wanted to. She was not scared but perhaps Salya and her new friends were the push that she'd needed to find in order to seek out new experiences, coming into her own as a pony in her own right.

And those friends of hers... Aurora shivered. She'd only mentioned Xigfeldo in any sort of description but some part of her heart held out hope that one of them would finally tickle her need to be mated, losing her virginity at long last. Being with a female like Salya was nice but not quite what she needed to feel like she was a fully-fledged Ponyta, strong in her own right and fertile too. She came in and out of season with the cycles and phases of the moon, but had never taken them further, desire coursing through her as she used what moves and, of course, what objects she could to in order to satisfy her need.

All that was going to change, however, as she walked and walked, not knowing where she was going but keeping on her way. Forest. Fields. Meadows. A river. And then scrubby land, rough and coarse, something that did not seem in keeping with her white coat and floating mane and tail. She could have brushed it all out, of course, or asked for help to make herself look a little more presentable but she felt that it left her a little more of an adventurer to look rougher than she usually did, tail flicking as she worked her way, slowly and carefully, along the steep terrain.

A scree was a new challenge for her: a steep, steep slope littered with debris, small rocks and no plants at all to ease the course of her route. Frowning, she studied it from the base, the sun beaming down from so very high above, blisteringly hot even though it was not yet noon. How was she supposed to get up there? There was no point using a move to charge up it as that was the first thing she tried and, well, it was a roaring failure, which she should have honestly have expected. Fairy-type moves weren't going to get her anywhere either and Agility only let her move more quickly. Something to raise her Accuracy simply was not in her arsenal at that time either: she was still only learning, after all, and there was still plenty of time yet for her to know more moves, not having access to everything as she worked and learned and, yes, trained too. For a Pokemon had to at least practise a little in order to open up new techniques and maybe her practise had been a little lacking on that front when she should have been better prepared.

She shook herself off. None of that! Where was the sense in berating herself when adventures awaited? It was a long shot to try it but it was all that she could think of, sinking back onto her hind hooves and fighting with all her strength to use Bounce to scale the slop, jumping from what looked like one firmer patch of pebbles and sand than the rest of it. It was surprisingly successful, getting her at least two-thirds of the way up even though she was sweating profusely, her white coat marred with damp perspiration, yet a slip of the hoof, sadly, was all it took.

Her body hit the scree and she cried out as she tumbled and rolled, bouncing in entirely the wrong way all the way back to the bottom of the slope. Her work was undone in but a moment and the pony snorted and kicked out furiously, anger flowing through her as if that alone could ward off the pain of impact. Slowly, she breathed as deeply and evenly as she was able, winded, testing that she could use her legs still and that the pain was, indeed, fading. That wouldn't have been the way at all that she would have liked to end her adventure with a broken limb or worse...

"I wanted to be the first to see everyone and this is where I end up?" Aurora muttered to herself, rolling to her hooves and doing her best to shake the dust from her coat. "This is ridiculous... What am I even doing?"

And yet it was her tenacity that would lead her on into more fruitful endeavours still, her hooves tired and her legs aching and her heart telling her that, even then, she simply could not go on. She had to stop, had to rest, taking one step still after the other, easing her way along a narrow path along the cliff-face that, truly, had never been designed for creatures of her size. She huffed and grunted, ears pinned and eyes wild. She wasn't a Dubwool! They had steadier little hooves than her and could traverse steeper slopes, though she didn't want to look at the sickening drop to her left, open-air spreading out and out far too close to her hooves.

It wasn't for her, though she took advantage of a little cave set into the side of the cliff with a groan of relief, tucking herself into the cool of it, her coat sticky and damp with sweat. Aurora made a face: it was no place for a pony like her to be but there didn't seem to be anything else for it. Where else was she supposed to go now that she'd set off on an epic adventure to nowhere in particular?

"This wasn't how it was supposed to go..."

Yet it was a break, at least, and she pressed her lips together, working her jaw without parting them again. It was a tension that she could not release, frustration building right there along with her need, although Aurora did not know how to release it. Plopping down onto her hindquarters, dirty and dusty and surely with twigs in her mane, she made a face at the glaring sunshine outside.

"Damn it..."

She glared at the dust. It wasn't how it was supposed to go, how it was supposed to be. And even the breeze that stirred up the dust came at the wrong time, picking it up and gusting it lightly across the cave when she would have liked that breath of air very much when she'd been outside instead of when she was stuck inside, waiting out the heat.

And yet there was something more to that speck of dirt that had caught her eye as it picked up and swirled and swirled, whipping and turning into its own miniature tornado. Aurora's eyes were elsewhere, however, so she didn't catch just how it gathered twigs and pebbles, sparkling with an inner light, until it was three feet in height, the pony gasping and stuttering back, falling over her own hooves in her haste to put at least a little distance between herself and the phenomenon that she could not explain that had manifested before her eyes.

"What in the name of..."

She didn't get the chance to finish the sentence, the tornado sparkling and shooting out rays of light in all directions, lighting up the whole cave - not that it had been particularly dark to begin with. It became the centre of it all, rendering the outside world obsolete, and Aurora sucked in a breath (which she instantly regretted, due to the dust), lifting a front hoof as, spellbound, she watched as the shards of light exploded out and out, dust dropping away in a sifting fall, to reveal what she could only describe as a portal.

Her eyes widened but there was no time for speculation or squeals as it flared to life, a mirrored pool broken up into a thousand fragments as it hung there in midair seemingly of its own accord. Whether or not that was actually what a true Teleport was, she could not know, but it was as close as the Ponyta was at all likely to get as a purple nose emerged through the portal, closely followed by arms, the bulk of a dragon-like body that walked on two legs with a long, densely feathered tail.

Keither shook himself off and crooned lightly, blinking as he took in the cave. Xigfeldo had said that he needed to look a little deeper and think of who he wanted to find on the other side. He had not had a perfect picture in his mind of the Ponyta that Salya had told him about but his loins had clearly ached fiercely enough to draw him to her as he settled his stance, a raptor that walked on two legs with a defined balance and set to his fine jaw.

But the pony before him was nothing like the ones from his own world, although she did rather look like she'd been dragged through the long grass backwards, from how simply dishevelled he had to say she was. No, she was smaller, a little smaller than him even though they were otherwise well-matched, and her mane puffed up thickly as if it had a life of its own, not falling in a soft, sensual fall of hair like the unicorns that lived on the outskirts of Xigfeldo's territory. And yet it was the little mare that he had come to find, even if Salya had said she lived in the forest and not in some rough and rugged cave.

Smirking lightly, subtly, Keither licked his lips. That question would have to be one that came later on.

Aurora, coming to her senses, leapt off all four hooves at once, nervous energy coursing through her. A portal? There? Really? Of all places? Question after question pounded through her mind but she could barely articulate a single word as she let out an ear-splitting whinny that had even the raptor stepping back, startled as his wings flared out.

"Ohhhh - finally! What are you?" She squealed, dancing excitedly, leaping from one hoof to the other, although there was some measure of an attempt to keep her body still even as it trembled terribly, tail swishing. "A dragon? A phoenix? A raptor? Oh, oh, oh - the hydra! Ohhh, tell me!"

She would have pounced on him too if Keither had not been sharp enough to dart back, eyes wide and looking quite as if he regretted entering her world in the first place, although not even he could fail to be charmed by such a cute little thing. Despite her dishevelled appearance, she was soft in nature and her eyes shone with such a youthful innocence that his heart softened, jaws parting as he warbled out a greeting to her, his voice box different to the lucid, equine notes that she was more used to. That said, the Saladactyl, Salya, had made some interesting noises too when she was...

Aurora swallowed hard, trying to push the thought from her mind even as a blush coloured her cheeks. That was hardly the thought to be having on meeting a new friend!

Keither surveyed her, the portal remaining open behind him, though his muscles were loose and relaxed where they were not engaged, of course, simply to keep him in an upright position. Standing on two legs, he was a typical raptor, though brand new to Aurora's eyes, glad in a spray of blue feathers for his wings and purple scales that, even in the dim light of the cave, seemed to glitter and dance with their own, special light. He tilted his smoothly handsome muzzle to the side and her heart swooned for him, legs weak, though Aurora was not so sure still that that was due to the raptor entirely and not the exertion of her trek.

Anyway... She liked the feeling. She liked it rather a lot, in fact.

She drew in a breath but it did not alleviate her sense of importance, the gravity of it all settling over her. For her eyes simply could not stop roaming over and over the raptor, the creature that had come to her world and yet was not at all of her world in the best kind of ways, her heart in her mouth doing all kinds of flip-flops and silly things like that. The elder Rapidash would have said that something was amiss with her to feel such a way so very swiftly but Aurora could not deny just how she trembled already, the creature closing the distance between them (respectfully) as her lips parted softly. Did she really need all her questions answered anyway?

"Salya said you were pretty..." He rumbled. "But I didn't expect to meet you all the way out here... Where is your forest? Do you know who I am yet?"

Keither's eyes gleamed and he rocked back, his tail pushing down to the floor as if he was about to launch bodily off it rather than simply use it to steady himself. Her energy was infectious, trembling as if she was about to shudder into a bounce of motion, reminding him of how he was one of the most energetic of his little family, something that had run him amiss in the past when they had, well, wanted things to go a little slower. A raptor like him, after all, simply did not do slow and his mind whirred overtime as it worked and worked and worked, leaving his active brain to catch up as he made sense of it all.

"Oh!" It was his turn to squeal, though, to his credit, he did not whip around in circles, chasing his own tail as he had done, previously, in his most excited moment, much to Vellura's amusement. "Why don't you guess? You already have some of our species names to choose from there, but can you guess who I am?"

He struck a pose, his feathered tail, which fanned out like the feathers of a large bird, pushed up as if for effect, muscles tight beneath his scales, though he could not stop his hide from twitching. It was all for the appearance of it, amusement coursing through with a fair dose of mischief wound in too, Aurora's head shooting up as her nostrils flared.

"Salya poses like that too!"

Keither's jaw dropped, working it furiously as he sought to find words. Yet, somehow, she had managed to make it too awkward for him to remain in such a position, settling back down into his usual stance as he all but scratched his head.

"Er, well..."

That one had him floored. Had he picked it up from Salya? Maybe he was copying her? Not that that was a bad thing but he didn't want to repeat things: that just wasn't any fun.

"I'm Keither," he said, Aurora's head picking up again, eyes wide. "Though it is a pleasure, indeed, to meet one of the ones that Salya spoke so highly of..."

Of course, there had been others that they'd talked about in the crystal cave but Aurora had been her most recent conquest of note and she had teased him, saying that maybe he would like something sweet to tease his tongue into also. Whether that was true or not was something that had to be seen in person, ultimately, and that was just why Keither had decided to make use of Xigfeldo's portals, seeking out something more that may just stoke the fire of his lusts a little higher, flickering and dancing as his breath fluttered and pulsed in time.

Aurora shook her head and snorted dismissively.

"Others? Who are these others? I'm better than them! I can show you!"

She stomped petulantly and his heart twisted for her. Could she possibly be any more adorable? That would have been a stretch indeed but he smirked all the same, tail lashing the air in a slow, sinuous arc as he stalked her, the distance between them remaining the same as the Ponyta stepped back and back, her fore hooves nearly colliding with her hinds in her suspicion that she was not the only one, the apple of this particular creature's eye.

"You asked what I am and, my dear, I am a raptor, the very best of the reptiles in my world. And I'm sure I can give you something new to think about that has nothing at all to do with Salya..."

The raptor tilted his head inquisitively but Aurora most certainly was not looking at his face in the cool of the cave while the hot sun battered the land outside. She knew what the raptor, if that's what he said he was, was all about and, truly, that was all she needed to know. She was not a Pokemon that liked to go deeply into things, the musings and nuances of her herd for the elders once they had softened into a more refined, less energetic state of being as Rapidash. She could have let her questions leap to her lips or she could have stepped back and away... Or she could have done something completely and utterly different. Something so different that, in hindsight, Aurora would wonder if it was even her in control of her body at that time.

But Keither, the raptor... He was right there and she was in motion before she could stop herself, pulling up onto her hind legs, though she did not need to stand up that much to be on the perfect height for him. The Ponyta squealed as she flung her forelegs over his shoulders, forcing the raptor to bear her weight and support her, his eyes wide and jaws parted to show a flickering, dark tongue within his fang-lined maw. His sharp teeth should have worried her more but her heart pounding sent blood roaring against her eardrums, a beat that she had to dance too, hooves in motion.

He didn't know what she was doing but neither did Keither have to be entirely in the loop with what Aurora wanted, her nose pressed to his, lips parted, tongue flickering out. Her horn glowed softly but he couldn't focus on it with her long muzzle blocking out his vision, her lips on his, tongue probing, a curious touch. There was nothing for it but to lean into it, groaning softly in the back of his throat, his tongue more confidently winding around hers as he made good use of the luxuriously slippery appendage. Aurora shuddered against him and he moaned encouragingly into her mouth, letting her find her balance, what she wanted, though that did not seem to be something at all that she had any trouble with.

With his body responding pleasantly, the slit of his cloaca throbbing with increased blood flow, it was simply nice to hold her, claws lifting instinctively, supporting her as she tried to...what, exactly? Aurora must have had something in mind but that in itself was a mystery to Keither as he kissed her fiercely as well as any raptor could, more skilled with his tongue and lips since Svea had come about, teasing and taunting him with her many heads. If nothing else about her (and, of course, there were many things), she had proven herself to be a simply excellent kisser...

Aurora sucked in a breath through sharply flared nostrils, pulling back in a clatter of hooves as she struck the stone cave floor again, shaking herself off as if there was tension laden in her muscles that simply had to go somewhere, anywhere. She had to do something, breath coming in raspy, heaving gasps that made her sound as if she had more than lost her wind, eyes wide and wild with an edge of white that would have scared her if she'd had a pool to look into, her reflection pure and unbroken. Yet her body trembled just as it had when Salya had had her mini-tails, the teasing ribbons, squirming up into her marehood and she nickered lowly, bracing her hind legs as if for an invisible partner as her marehood winked and twitched forcibly. There was no way that her boy could have possibly have displayed her readiness to a partner any more obviously and her lips quivered with the words that she wanted to unleash but could not, even as the raptor drew back with a curiously cocky tilt of his head.

"You're so forward..."

His words slowed down into a sultry drawl but that did not mean that Keither was not as energetic as ever. His stance shifted constantly as if to stay still would be a travesty indeed, energy thrumming through him, bidding him to move, to do - anything! Yet his cloaca swelled with the need to spread his scent, his cock squeezing itself out, though the tightness of his slit would soon soften and loosen, his anal passage and female sex tucked up before his shaft, for he held both sexes within his cloaca. He had far more to offer, of course, than just a shaft and the raptor shuffled his feathers, wings spreading, for it was fair to say that she had justly misidentified him as a dragon before. He didn't know what Aurora had on offer in her world as yet but he thought that he must have been one of the best as his thick, blue shaft swelled up before her eyes, fat and hungry for attention.

Aurora gulped visibly, a lump travelling down her throat, though Keither would never have been so crude as to draw attention to it. No, that was where his time with Svea and Vellura had come to set him to rights: after all, he had to treat a lady as she deserved to be treated. And it was hardly as if the pony was going to get anything but the best as he proudly put himself on display for her, wings fluttering as he allowed his slickness, cloaca twitching with all that it contained, to push out a little of his scent - just a taste to see how the sweet little pony would respond.

"You seem to know what you like..." He purred. "Is there something here that you want too?"

Keither purred and flicked the tip of his tail back and forth in a rustle of feathers, motion shivering down the full length of it. Aurora could only squeak, her eyes fixed on his shaft, not even able to turn so that her back end faced him, caught up in such a moment that the passion of it all thrummed through her in a sort of paralysis. Frozen-heat ached through her muscles and, try as she might, she simply could not move an inch, her marehood being the only part of her body that could move, pushing out her own thickly aromatic juices in evidence of her readiness. Keither could have laughed out loud, batting his eyes at her as his tail flicked and flicked, a hypnotic twist. As if anyone needed to confirm in any way that she was one hot pony and more than ready to go!

Aurora moaned, her nostrils quivering, mane seeming a little slacker against her neck as her body warmed, sweating softly, damping down her coat. She needed it and yet could only move her jaw soundlessly, the need in her body more than she could stand. Would he know? Would he be the one, finally, to see through all she needed and take her? A small rock crunched under her hoof and she stayed right where she was still, despite how her body flinched and jumped reflexively, muscles working without the rest of her body following suit. And, still, her cunny twitched and pulsed, the heady aroma of her need filling the cave, dry and baked with the heat of their surroundings, yet something even hotter was due to take place there.

Luckily for her, Keither was not a raptor that would play with her for long, though it was only later that he would discover the influence that his type of poison in that world could have on ponies like her. Her paralysis, after all, was not solely due to her fixation on him and her need, at long last, to breed...

"Let me help you!"

He was there in an instant, following his nose - not that her scent could have been at all difficult for him to follow. He needed her and she needed him: what more did the two of them need to know? Keither trembled delightedly, the pink flushness of her folds drawing him in, nostrils flared for a greedy suck of her scent that sent his head spinning and spinning in the best of ways.

He could not and would not stop his eagerness from flowing through as he bounced and slurped up into her sex, the folds of her marehood parting eagerly for his tongue as the raptor swept it up and over the pushed-out nub of her clit. It was an easy target and one that he swiftly returned to, leaving her passage in lieu of giving her a more personal kind of attention, tongue swirling around and around that pleasurable little button for her ultimate ecstasy.

Aurora gasped but the squeal that should have rung through did not come, her eyes wide and wild, tail yanked up permanently so that the soft dock under the fluffy fall of hair was exposed. It was so intimate and vulnerable that it could have felt wrong for one who had never before experienced it but, even then with the raptor's scales brushing her folds, it simply felt right. And that was all that it had to be too as she thought about grinding back on him, pleasure exploding in lancing fingers through her body. It was nothing like Salya's rear ribbons but more tactile and focused still, that wonderful, wonderful tongue of his seeming to know just what to do as he plunged it deep up into her marehood, teasing and flicking up against her innermost walls.

Yet it was not enough, although it should have been too much, sensation flaring through her body as his tongue probed, grinding back against him, whimpering and moaning breathlessly, a little more of her functionality coming back to her. Keither pressed up against her, his nose digging lightly into her sex, as eager as she was, although his hard cock swaying and bobbing beneath his lower abdomen as if it too simply could not wait to be put to good use. It swayed and swelled, the tip glistening with pre-cum, and Aurora whimpered, her lips wobbling as if she was trying to get more of his scent into her but simply was unable to with her senses so absolutely overwhelmed.

Yet she had to tell him, had to say _something_as his tongue dug up into her, curling and sweeping and wriggling. He knew just where to go and what to do even though they had never before been together and her hindquarters tensed with taut muscle, breath catching as her tail jerked up another notch higher still, need flaring through as her horn glowed and glowed.

"Please..." She breathed, catching her breath at long last, shuddering with raw, heaving emotion that could not possibly be contained in the sway of a body as young and fertile as hers. "Take me... Mount me!"

For all the energy that she boasted had not disappeared and merely been locked down and contained until she could use it, shaking hard as her legs spread even more for him, rocking and grinding back into empty air in a flurry of motion. The raptor's jaws parted in a comical grin and he scrambled up and over her, careful of his claws, his cock jabbing fervently for her sex. It was a burst of motion like no other and her own gasp was Aurora's first indication that his cock, so suddenly, had struck home, then to be followed by the greatest sense of being filled that she had ever experienced.

So full.

So very full.

Was that what sex was meant to be? Her head exploded as her nerves fired off feedback, too many sensations howling for precedence her body bowing, forelegs folding. Somehow, she ended up on the knees of her front legs, horn tilted down to the ground in what the Ponyta would only later understand was a gesture of submission, what made her heart pound so desperately. She was where she wanted to be, needed to be, and her pussy strained around that huge length, feeling quite as if he was about to split her open but that he had been made especially for her marehood at the same time. Nothing made sense and neither did it have to as she neighed and cried out her pleasure, orgasm swamping her as if she had been hit by Surf, struggling and fighting through the breakwater to get back to shore. But did she even want that when it felt so raw and good to be out there in the open water, her marehood clenching and rippling and pulsing in equine ecstasy?

She moaned openly and tried to rock back at him but her legs were braced and locked, unable to move. Neither did she truly need to move though as he hunched over her, tongue lolling from his maw as he held her tightly to him with his fore claws, a loving hiss slipping from his lips as he humped and ground into her tight marehood with all the energetic fervour that he was known for.

Keither's eyes fell half-lidded, body warm with more than exertion, hips working quickly, taking his cues from the pony under him. At the point of which their bodies joined, her marehood dripped slickly, splattering his scales and the floor with her juices, spurring him on to go harder more quickly than he may otherwise have done. Her horn shot off brilliant flashes of light, forcing him to close his eyes and lose himself in sensation, the velveteen wetness of her cunny closing around him as if she never wanted to let him go again.

It would have taken a far stronger raptor than him to hold back but he had to keep going, had to keep thrusting, had to fill her over and over again, all to make those so very sweet moans of her worth it. Aurora's cries filled the cave and he crooned to her, careful of his claws even as he held her tight, the muscle of her hindquarters pressed up to his belly-scales even with the soft layer of fat covering them. Against himself, he shivered. It had been a very, very long time since he'd had a partner that felt like that pressed up against him.

But he had Aurora there to focus on, her tail so very soft against his chest as she pushed it up for him, showing him just how ready she was to be bred. Her orgasm didn't appear to stop but he could not speak for what pleasure she was feeling in that moment, a mere vessel for her to take it from as he gladly took her for the very first time. Salya had been right about her and the raptor could not have been more thankful that he had listened to the Saladactyl when she'd suggested, oh so coyly, that Aurora may well have liked to meet him herself.

His cock plunged into her harder and faster, claws scraping the stone floor as he scrabbled to fuck her more deeply. There was not a single inch left of Keither's cock to tease into her wanton sex but Aurora's moans drove him on to further heights of pleasure, swimming in ecstasy, his cock drooling even inside her as if he was climaxing already, even though it was coming, slowly but surely. Her pussy massaged and rippled along the full length of his cock as the Ponyta shuddered bodily against him, the only thing keeping her somewhat steady at times being his body, panting and moaning as they arched beautifully towards a joint orgasm.

Aurora was only just coming down from her first climax when the raptor roared, a strained screech that echoed and bounced strangely off the cave walls, spurt after spurt of cum, for the first time ever, filling her pussy. It was strange to feel something inside her in that manner and Aurora could only quake in climax, skin twitching and jumping in a way that only equines seemed able to do, muscles no longer under her control as her cunny tightened even more around him, so tight, in fact, that the raptor could no longer thrust easily to fill her, grunting and straining. He heaved over her, using his body weight to jam his cock up against her innermost barrier, the point at which a cock could go no further, staying there, as deep as possible, while they leaned into their joint orgasm with groans and whimpers of pure and simple delight.

It did not need to be any more than that, two lusts and hearts coming together for something more than a moment of passion. And it was that passion that they could take as they pleased even as he withdrew his cock to send the last spurts out over her strained, gaping marehood in a marking glaze, infused with his scent so that she would reek of him, pleasantly so, for what he hoped would be several weeks. As his cream and slickness gleamed on her softly abused folds, Keither churred and chittered quietly to her, using up what breath he had left in his lungs as he checked that the sweet little pony was okay after her first ever breeding too.

Aurora's legs trembled but, somehow, she managed to scramble up onto all four hooves again, shivering wantonly even as her energy returned. She could not have said whether or not it was usual for a Pokemon to feel re-energised by sex but the stripping of her sweet virginity with, finally, very much the right one gave her as much life and spring in her step as a foal, the urge to kick out thrumming through her with irrevocable need.

There was still something she needed, something that was illicit and crude and something that made her heart throb in a very strange way. Her eyes gleamed as the raptor cocked his head at her but not even Keither could have anticipated just what the mare was about to come out with.

"W-what about the other..." She blushed but pressed her lips together resolutely, turning her hind end on him again. "The _other_hole. The stallions seem to like that... Will I too?"

Her tight tail hole beckoned him in and Keither licked his lips lewdly.

"Well, there's no reason for you not to try - I like it."

It was so plainly stated that it lent her confidence that she could not see it as anything but something that she could try. Why should she deny herself something when the option to take it was right there before her? Nuzzling her cheek, Keither kissed her gently, taking the lead as he dominated the intimacy, tongue swirling and tugging lightly at hers, sending rippling shiver after shiver through her young, fertile body.

"Look, you can be on top this time, if it worries you," he murmured, lips at her muzzle. "There's nothing you have to do, only if you want to. You can be in control - hey, even do some of the work this time..."

He sniped with a cheeky grin that teased away any nerves that she may have had, though he was not quick enough to dodge her horn as she used Agility to catch him unawares.

"Ow!"

Keither staggered as if he'd been mortally wounded but it was not something that quite seemed to work with his cock still out, bobbing and swaying with raptor desire. Despite the flutters in her heart and churning in her stomach, Aurora grinned and shook her horn at him, mock-threateningly.

"Then get on your back, dragon!"

He wasn't about to tell her that he wasn't a dragon - hey, there was a time and place for everything - and jumped to obey, slipping down onto his back as she moved over him, legs spread. It was not the most natural position for her to take but he was large enough and flexible enough that he could use both his tail and his wings to push up to a good level for her, Aurora's hocks flexing as she sank down.

Fortunately, Keither could, at least to some extent and more in other cases, control his cock, twisting it lightly back and forth as he quested for the pucker of her tail hole, a tight entrance that begged his attention. He should have spent time teasing her, perhaps, with his tongue but Aurora had been so eager to take him there that there had not been a moment in which to suggest it, so Keither filed the idea away for later perusal.

Slowly, gently, he let her sink down onto him, easing his cock into her at the same time. Soaked with her arousal and, of course, his essence too, his shaft eased in slowly, though it was the weight of her body that bore her down more and more, hastening her fall. But it was the kind of fall that she'd never want to get up from, moaning loudly, not caring who heard her, even her horn still and quiet as her abilities slipped away from her. When there was such pleasure at hoof, there was no need to do anything but to simply feel and experience everything that there was there in the moment. Maybe it was her time to learn that.

It was more filling than her marehood in a different way, her tongue poking out over her lower lip as she squeaked and shuddered. Nervous energy tingled through her, tail flicking, bidding her to drive down, though the muscles in her hind legs were not designed for such an act, taking more and more of his cock before her backdoor entrance was actually ready for him. To her surprise, however, her tail hole strained wide around him quite readily and she twisted her head back and forth, the tight thrum of pleasure emanating forth reaching into her marehood too with a tingle that she could not have anticipated.

Maybe the stallions had a thing or two about sex that they could teach her in that regard...

Keither ground up into her lightly, letting her ride him at her own pace, moving in awkward unison, although it was the best kind when shared with lusty gasps and giggles, the moment not worrisome at all. It didn't have to be perfect or anything that it was not for it already was perfect, their bodies coming together as her tight tail hole squeezed and clenched on his cock. Aurora moaned as her body tried to drag him deeper and deeper, eventually sinking down so that his whole cock was buried in her, though they were not quite able to thrust, the massaging pulse of her tight hole more than enough to have the raptor squirming and keening and, finally, tipping over the edge.

As she was filled with raptor-cum all over again, her marehood squeezed down, orgasm tingling through, though it was a subtler, more satisfying kind of climax, one that sent warmth through her body right down to her hooves, the dock of her tail trembling with over-sensitivity. Aurora whimpered and twisted back and forth but there was nothing for her but to ride it out as his cock pulsed and pulsed, filling her up to the brim with cum messily slopping from her strained tail hole when he, only when he was good and done, eased back out of her aching ring.

The Ponyta groaned and, this time, could not remain standing, staggering to the floor as she giggled and half-fell against the raptor. Keither laughed right along with her, however, his tail teasing between her legs, rubbing and squirming, catching her clit as she gasped without the breath to do so and whimpered longingly.

"Ohhh..."

That was a pleasure soon to come, however, as they explored each other's bodies, a Ponyta and a raptor in a world where neither of them, together, truly belonged. But that would be as it was as Aurora licked her lips and cheekily nudged him with her horn, pushing him over onto his side as Keither's heart pounded, simply waiting to see what she would do. His cock slopped out, half-hard but he could have had it throbbing up thick and full all over again, as marked with her aroma as she was with his, though it had more than soaked into her short coat of fur, leaving the Ponyta a pleasantly sticky mess that would bear his mark for even longer.

Keither shivered. He didn't want to admit just how much he wanted that. Maybe later... Maybe when she wasn't eyeing him up like she had another taunt in the back of her mind, horn gleaming as it dropped, deliberately, to the slit of his cloaca.

"Let's see just what I can do with you too...raptor."

She got it right that time. Shivering, Keither arched his tail up, presenting his cloaca for her attention.

The pony could do whatever she wanted with him...