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"Happy Valentines Day Choom!"

By: Wolfy Wet Furr

Skittles, a feral leopard spotted pony, approached his protogen companion with a playful glow in his icy luminescent eyes. This festive equine occasion was his chance to form new bonds and lasting memories! His metallic hooves clicked against the neon-lit floor as he nuzzled up to the taller male, his broad plush tongue darting out to slide across his plump lips. With a playful snort, he used the assistance of his neck worn push-frame's mild magnetic and gravitational grip and his powerful equine lips to deftly unfasten the proto's heavy thigh plates with a clatter, and tugged their tight under armor to their ankles, exposing their plump sheath and generous balls to the cool air. The curious horse didn't know much about protogen anatomy, but Crimson Drider's body had plenty familiar enough landmarks to human changelings he'd met during the Integration to find his way around, with a modest frame and wider hips even without the armor. In light of growing up around dragons, and pony changelings, and being cybernetically enhanced himself, a fluffy creature with two legs and a metal head seemed right at home here.

Now, Skittles' inquisitive tongue cupped the fuzzy black balls before him, rolling them side to side thoughtfully, inspiring a churr from above. They were woefully heavy, but that's what he was here for. With a firm nudge of his big hard head, he prompted his newfound playmate to take a seat. With a dip of his front and a hop, his fore legs hooked over his friends thick thighs, before he eagerly nuzzled in to flare his velvety nostrils against the others sheath with deep warm breaths. As a red spade tip peaked from it's black case to nudge his nostril, his freshly wet tongue slipped free of his lips once more to rasp from the base of his subjects balls, to the canine tip that readily spilled free. Noting the clean and almost water like nature of the other's natural lubricant, he savored what little salty flavor it offered. The pony's eyes gleam as he readily licks about either side of the growing shaft, before mashing it into it's owner's black furred abdomen with deliberate strokes. He was pacing himself, he thought, but the canine rod had swollen to full mast already, and it's skin shown tightly as his silky tongue tugged across the full length of its belly. When his tongue retreated to wet itself again, the protogen's erection flexed and bounced off the pony's dark rubbery snout, inspiring a snerk before his thick and cushy lips grabbed the indignant rod in their vice grip once more and tugged it passed his blunt teeth. When the protogen writhed and moaned in low mechanical tones, Skittles' ears perked up in alarm to the increase in his friend's breathing and heartrate.

The glow in the pony's blue eyes turned an intense orange-yellow as his mind readied a cellular call. Pushing his tongue out under the hot and girthy cock nestled inside his mouth to guard it from his lower teeth as he looked upwards, he managed to tickle Crimsons balls passed his knot while dialing him. The display on the protogen's visor lit up with the incoming call notification and sported what Skittles would describe as a 'Scribbly' expression for a mouth. Red eyes, displayed as half lidded, fixated on a middle space between himself and the peculiar white patch on the horses flank where spots refused to grow in. A blush stung the pony's face, but he assured himself that a newcomer lacked the context needed to understand the significance of his 'Blank-Flank' persisting into his young adult life.

"Hey output, I feel you flarin n bumpin gainst' the ridges of my pallet..." Skittles began when the other finally managed to accept his call. The ridges of a horses mouth were much more pronounced than most, creating a slick, firm, rubbery washboard to ripple the flared ridge of the others cockhead against. A sensation that especially tickled this pony's mouth, making it water profusely.

"St'-still with me big guy?..." While maintaining a call with the fellow he was blowing didn't phase him, his practiced phone voice cracked with mild concern.

"Wiz, first-first time with a horse exotic." came the mildly reverberating tones of a protogen's voice at last. His breaks in focus and call quality were more noticeable than that of the pony gently nursing in his lap. A fuzzy black hand lifted to pet Skittles' neck reassuringly as Crimson's attention was drawn back to the front, and now focused on the pillowy black lips around his penis and the wet slurp of excess spit being swallowed passed it.

"It's like, preem paint rollers. You-you're movin' slow, an I'm already so-so close!" concluded the frazzled proto, clutching fistfulls of the bedsheets. He was unable to spread his thighs much more, barred in by the pony's fore legs, so his canine toes curled and splayed to release the ever building tension that tingled his churning balls and burned in his loins.

Skittles resumed in earnest, pushing his moist velvety lips to the start of the protogen's canine knot, grinding the belly of it's length into the trough of his soft and insatiable tongue repeatedly. The prospect of drinking this fellows virginity enticed him, even if it was truly only the fellows first time with a horse, and not his first time ever.

"Short-circed by ganic pony mouth, neigh?" he asked with his own mannerism for 'neh' or 'yeah', playing up the fact it was a horse sharing a call with Crimson while latched onto his throbbing dick.

"Keep chilled C. If ya cum too quick, we can just stuff it later." Skittles cooed. He planned on feeling that glistening canine cock cave in his snug black pony pucker tonight, and as heavy as that boy's balls hung, he figured he'd easily get another load or two out of them before the day was out. Rolling his eyes up beneath their dark lids, he gaped his jaws and pushed those grabby lips of his up and over the others knot. His long mouth sheathed that length with ease, but it had just enough reach to tickle the back of his gullet as the knot flared larger to puff out his cushy cheeks. Tears of joy dragged jagged lines of black mascara down his white cheeks, validating the time and effort he spent putting it on, as sweet liquid heat gushed abruptly into his throat. A thud would punctuate each audible gulp as his own heavy horse cock slapped his belly with a mix of and pride and sexual tension. Oh but that could wait, he told himself as he let his companion enjoy their afterglow, staving off the sting in that painfully hard cock with the soothing wet warmth of his cozy mouth. This morning was just a primer for the many fresh and exciting experiences to come.~

A big thank you to those who joined in my raffle, those who voted on Skittles' fur pattern pol, and my Patrons for funding this project!

Now that I consider him "feature complete", Skittles has been added to my roster of characters available on request when commissioning me!

Skittles necklace or collar, is a "Push Frame", an equipment featured in the TTRPG Hc Svnt Dracones. It employs a small gravity manipulation field, synchronized with the wearer's mind, that enables a creature with no hands to handle objects as though they had one without complication. While Skittles is exceedingly skilled in handling objects with his mouth and hooves, on account of having done so for the larger portion of his life in Night City and or all of his life in my Hc Svnt Dracones inspired "Dracoloup Co." corp town and Fillydelphia respectively, the added functionality greatly enhances his quality of life.

Having the Reclaimed Iron Hooves surgery means his hooves are durable enough for hazardous terrain, and supports his choice to go without horse shoes most the time. Though he does keep a hard rubber set to avoid scuffing those polished glam floors, and to make his hooves extra friendly on other person's persons. He left his rubbers at home today, but it's not so bad for his durable protogen friend with most his weight supported by his hind legs, and the upper portion spread between his knee and fetlock, with little pressure from the hooves on those sturdy proto thighs.

Far beyond the convenience of having a phone installed in your head would imply, none of it brings him joy like calling the person he's got a mouthful of, whether it's part of them as seen here, or the majority of a micro friend. His practice with it is what allows him to maintain better call quality while his distracted friends tend to break up a bit. No worries, he's pretty good at feeling out what you mean to say.

I first doodled Skittles in 2024, posting him on Patreon, and later shared him on FurAffinity and in late 2025. While he started as a study, his growing popularity lead to his becoming an established character influenced by community input. While he does have some of his own insecurities, he's a brave pony that won't allow that hold him back from the adventures life has in store for him! Skittles is a brand new character, and Fanart of him would also help make him feel welcome!