Small Mature Mare Shorts



>Aunt Orange is a classy mare. She knows what she wants.
>She wants someone who isn't pretending they're still sexy. She wants someone who wants to please her instead of stroking their own ego.
>Someone who's just fun to be with instead of more gods-damned tittering over tea for once.
>She wants this colt peeking over her fence, in his prime and still bright-eyed. Maybe more than one, if she can get him to subtly tattle to his friends. Years of being a socialite will make these easy.
>She plucks up the ball and balances it delicately on her hoof, staring him down.
>"So you were looking for this?"
>He licks his lips. He doesn't want to just grab what she gives him. He has manners.
>It just makes her even more aroused.
>"I'm sorry ma'am, but I don't think that was the one we lost."
>She knows.
>"Oh?" she asks, twirling the bright red ball on the very tip of her hoof. She played too, back in the day. "Are you sure it's not your... ball?" 
>A sultry sideways glance.
>The colt licks his lips. He's never had an older mare look at him like THAT before. "Uhhh."
>"You're probably right. I've had a LOT of these in my yard over the years. Even built up a collection." Aunt Orange drops the ball between her hooves and...
>Squeezes.
>Flexes the rubber.
>Rolls it around just a bit.
>Bounces it over her shoulder to let it roll all the way down her back. Down the curve of her flank.
>She deftly kicks it away, nailing an unused watering can without looking.
>The colt is amazed.
>"Well, if you're willing to come inside and apologize for interrupting my teatime, I can show you. You can have your pick, I certainly don't need them. Maybe show you a few new moves from back when I was tearing up the turf."
>An adorable little gulp. He's not sure what's going on, but he doesn't seem to dislike it.
>"Well, I uh. That sounds cool! It's just, I don't have a lot of time..."
>"Don't worry," she says, flicking her tail as she turns around. "You look like a quick study."
>"What's your name, sweetie?"
>He's tall for his age. Which is young.
>Still in school young, but hey, he's clearly old enough to make his own choices. He's fit. Clearly likes to be outside. Orangey fur and light brownish mane. Reminds her of...
>"Crème Brûlée, ma'am."
>"Fitting." She sticks her tongue out cutely.
>He blushes, glances to one side. Doesn't like being teased.
>Too bad.
>Inside, she leads him past the shelf with her old sports photos. Especially the ones featuring her old cheerleading squad.
>"Wow, you were really into it, huh?"
>He spotted the one she wanted him to. Solo, on her hind legs, pom poms waving.
>She stands close to him. Close enough to feel the tingle of almost-touching.
>"Oh yeah, I had real gusto back then. Lost some of that, but the old kickers are just as strong as ever."
>She stretches her rear leg out, and the opposite front leg. Repeat with the other side.
>Reaaaally stretches everything out. Takes a moment to admire how well she's filled out her own curves--definitely not a cheerleader's body, but she can tell. This is a MARE'S body. She knows how to own it.
>He can tell, too.
>"Y-yeah, heh. You really nailed that ball back there, ma'am. I-I'm impressed!"
>"I know." She turns, just letting her tail brush his side "by accident." She feels him jolt with a familiar nervous excitement.
>He doesn't quite understand the feeling yet. All he's likely had is giggling schoolgirls pretending they know what they're doing, fumbling kisses and groping behind bleachers. He'll understand a lot more soon.
>"Mmmmm. I keep the other balls upstairs. Oh, and call me Miss Orange. I'm not OLD, bucko." A haughty glance over her shoulder. "I'm in my prime."
>She trots upstairs, rolling her hips. If she were younger, she'd be shaking. Instead, she's confident.
>After all, she can hear him following. A lot damn closer than he really needs to.
>Keep it steady, Auntie. Just reel him in.
>"That's a lot of balls." He realizes what he just said and claps a hoof over his mouth, trying to be tactful for the 'lady.'
>Delicious.
>"A lot of young colts around here," Orange says breezily, grabbing a ball off the shelf. The room is lined with around two dozen balls of various shapes and colors. "You could say it's a hobby. Little mementos for a mare with constantly changing neighbors. Do you see yours?"
>She calmly bounces the ball on her knees as he glances around, trying not to stare at her fine muscle control. How tight and limber and agile she is in spite of how old he thought she was.
>"Um," he says, pointing at a bright blue one. "I think it's this one."
>"Oh!" She swishes her tail to put the ball back, incidentally raising her ass in the air. He's watching, but pretending not to notice. "Good eye. Will you be going, then?"
>She has to let him think he could've gotten away.
>He has the ball in his hooves, biting his lip. "I-I mean, I guess I could... stick around a bit. If you don't mind, Miss Orange. I think you said you had some... moves?"
>She smirks.
>"Give me a pass, kiddo."
>"I-in here?"
>"Nothing but balls. Let 'em bounce."
>It's a big enough room, only a couch and the shelves. He considers, nods, and kicks it her way. Lightly, of course, he's such a nice, sweet little boy...
>Who flinches as the return is rocketed past him. Orange flicks her tail again, smirking coquettishly.
>"I stay in shape. Lady's gotta keep her form somehow."
>He returns the smirk, with another hard kick.
>They volley back and forth. Getting the blood flowing. Getting a feel for his reflexes. How his muscles move. Gradually getting closer until she bounces the ball in the air.
>He doesn't miss a step. Juggles it, passes it, keeps it between them. They're starting to breathe heavily.
>She can tell his eyes are on her more than the ball. He can't believe she's keeping up.
>He won't believe what happens next.
>"You're, uh," he says, licking his lips.
>"Mmhmm?" she says.
>"You're pretty go-oh SHIT!" He trips on one of the balls they knocked off the shelves.
>She pretends to fall with him, incidentally shoving him into the couch.
>He lands hard, she lands harder, dropping into his lap, chest to chest. Front hooves on either side of his head. Hind legs straddling his hips. Bodies suddenly in heaving, gasping contact.
>His eyes are wide. Wild. Uncertain. He's frozen to the spot. "Miss Orange, I didn't mean--I'm so sorry, it--"
>Her hoof.
>On his mouth.
>"We're fine."
>Nothing but the sound of breathing. The feel of his hot breath on her sole.
>His eyes are bright blue. Like hers. Reminds her of her younger self. Reminds her of his youthful virility.
>The innocence.
>The... inexperience.
>"It's been a while since a nice colt took my breath away like that." Her hoof doesn't drop from his mouth so much as drag. Tugs his lip on the way down.
>He gulps. "I... I play. Maybe get a scholarship. My cutie mark's, uh. Uhhh."
>She lets her weight down on his crotch a little more. Feels the thickness of a cock start to push back.
>"Uhhhh spoonfulofsugar!"
>"You most certainly are." Her hooves trace the lines of his face.
>"Just staying in shape, you know?" he says.
>Gentle touches here and there. Make him tingle. He doesn't know whether to pull his head away or lean into her touch. It feels so... confident. Controlling. A trap he doesn't REALLY want to escape.
>"N-Not much call for kicking in the... the kitchen, oooh Celestia."
>Nice and sturdy chin. Lustrous mane. Healthy skin. Which is starting to sweat.
>"M-Miss Orange, I-I-I... I think... M-maybe-"
>She leans in, close enough to make her breath wash over his face. Blow away his stammering.
>"Whatever we do in this house... stays in this house. You have my word."
>He looks up at her. Terrified. Urgent. This is not what he was expecting at all.
>Not that he's pushing her off or anything.
>The heat builds as she leans closer.
>He's stiff and unsure. More stiff by now, though. His lips are hard to work around.
>But she melts into him with the softness of years of experience, moving his jaw aside. Teasing his tongue out with hers as she grinds down on his hips.
>"Mmmf," he says, a noise that could mean anything. He's still frozen to the spot, eyes wide, but he's working with her. Saliva mingles as she enjoys the taste of someone who's known only clumsy make-outs in the hall.
>See, older mares, they have standards. And a good colt will work up to them. There'll be no settling for a stolen kiss here or a squeeze of the ass there.
>She breaks off with a little 'smeck.'
>"You've probably kissed a lot of girls."
>"Nnn... not a whole lot."
>"No girlfriend? Even a nice young thing like you?"
>"Nopony st-steady, no--"
>"Good. Put your hooves around me."
>He does. She's not larger than him, they're fairly even. But she fills the space between his arms with presence. With certainty. With a kind of heat that goes way, WAY beyond schoolgirl blushing. He moves slowly, reverently.
>Deep down, he knows he must respect this.
>"...G... fff..."
>"The *word*..." She rolls her hips hard, stroking his bare cock with the entirety of her sex.
>"Ahhh!" He squeezes her in response, hooves digging into her cutie mark. He's so strong. Holds her tight like a lifeline. Oh Celestia, she missed a young lover something awful.
>"The word you're looking for, sweetie. Is FUCK." She rides him harder, stroking him to life, with him unable, unwilling to do anything about it.
>Nopony's ever done this to him before.
>"You wanna fuck me, Creme? You wanna fuck Auntie Orange?"
>"Nnnn!" He grits his teeth, wriggling, trying to get his dick out of that tight spot.
>"Say it."
>"I-I-Iiiiii'm still a virgin! M-Miss... Auntie... ahh!"
>She grins evilly. "Hmm hmm. Not for much longer."
>He's so hard now. Pressure intolerable. She's got his dick trapped between her legs, stroking him into submission as her own moisture starts to coat his stiff length.
>"M-miss Orange, I..."
>"Yeah?"
>"I, I wanna... I wanna..." He looks to one side, blushing until he's beet red, biting his lip.
>No. She turns his head back to face her, looking him in the eyes.
>"You want to fuck me."
>He nods fitfully.
>"You want to fuck a mare old enough to be your mother. You like classy Manehattan dames like me."
>Another nod, fearful, needy. She smiles and gives him another deep kiss.
>Another, on his neck. Nips and sucks.
>She finally slides back enough to let his cock pop out, standing straight up like a flagstaff, mottled black and pink between them. Already dribbling.
>"Oh my!" she drawls in an exaggerated Manehattan accent. "That's a cock for an upper crust mare if I ever did see one."
>She nips and strokes her way down his body, nuzzling his orange coat, sliding off to the floor until her chin bumps his member, making him gasp.
>"Auntie Orange just *adores* gifts from young, nubile suitors..."
>A long, dragging lick from sheath to ring to tip and back again.
>Slowly, firmly, up down and all around, nuzzling and gently sucking across his young length. Painting it with her tongue and saliva.
>He shivers, moans. Fuck. FUCK it's like nothing he's ever felt before. Gripping the couch cushion with a vise grip. She feels a burst of pride.
>"Now hold still, kiddo. This old Orange is gonna teach you how to juice."
>"W-wait, wait-!"
>With the experience of years, she opens her mouth and dives down, her lips bumping over the ring until she hits his crotch. She takes it all in one go, creating a perfect seal with lips and tongue, never taking her eyes off his.
>"Aw, hayseeds! Miss Orange... fuck!"
>She drags her lips back until she comes off him with a pop.
>"Well don't just sit there, kid! Give Auntie Orange some love. Touch my hair and ears. Gently, now..."
>He's so hard now. Pressure intolerable. She's got his dick trapped between her legs, stroking him into submission as her own moisture starts to coat his stiff length.
>"M-miss Orange, I..."
>"Yeah?"
>"I, I wanna... I wanna..." He looks to one side, blushing until he's beet red, biting his lip.
>No. She turns his head back to face her, looking him in the eyes.
>"You want to fuck me."
>He nods fitfully.
>"You want to fuck a mare old enough to be your mother. You like classy Manehattan dames like me."
>Another nod, fearful, needy. She smiles and gives him another deep kiss.
>Another, on his neck. Nips and sucks.
>She finally slides back enough to let his cock pop out, standing straight up like a flagstaff, mottled black and pink between them. Already dribbling.
>"Oh my!" she drawls in an exaggerated Manehattan accent. "That's a cock for an upper crust mare if I ever did see one."
>She nips and strokes her way down his body, nuzzling his orange coat, sliding off to the floor until her chin bumps his member, making him gasp.
>"Auntie Orange just *adores* gifts from young, nubile suitors..."
>A long, dragging lick from sheath to ring to tip and back again.
>Slowly, firmly, up down and all around, nuzzling and gently sucking across his young length. Painting it with her tongue and saliva.
>He shivers, moans. Fuck. FUCK it's like nothing he's ever felt before. Gripping the couch cushion with a vise grip. She feels a burst of pride.
>"Now hold still, kiddo. This old Orange is gonna teach you how to juice."
>"W-wait, wait-!"
>With the experience of years, she opens her mouth and dives down, her lips bumping over the ring until she hits his crotch. She takes it all in one go, creating a perfect seal with lips and tongue, never taking her eyes off his.
>"Aw, hayseeds! Miss Orange... fuck!"
>She drags her lips back until she comes off him with a pop.
>"Well don't just sit there, kid! Give Auntie Orange some love. Touch my hair and ears. Gently, now..."
>The colt is in an ecstatic fervor, panting, holding his legs wide apart for her. His mouth hangs open, his eyelids fluttering as he can't tell whether to scrunch them shut or keep them wide open.
>Her tongue is amazing, slip-sliding around the firm flesh as Orange bobs her head up and down, faster and faster.
>He thrusts fitfully, stroking the back of her head and ears every time she comes back up.
>"Miss Orange... it's hot... I can't...!"
>All she has to do is hold his hips and suck. And suck and suck. She moves quickly but smoothly, matching his thrusts.
>He starts to arch his back as he feels himself get closer. He's touched himself before. Gotten girls to touch him, hesitantly.
>But this is warm and soft and firm all at once. A perfect cushion that hugs him all over and squeezes down on every inch of him. He sits up a little more, thrusting a little more forcefully.
>Aunt Orange doesn't mind. She doesn't go all the way up and down now. Pushes her nose into his crotch and starts to jerk her head back and forth quickly.
>The warm feeling becomes a fire that eats him up from the inside out. His cock twitches and pulses and an electric JOLT shocks him upright.
>The colt grips her head tighter as she hugs him around the waist and draws his cock deeper, deeper. She wants to almost choke on it. He's not that big, but that just makes all this easier.
>"Aunt Orange! Oh Celestia! Oh Ce-sh... gonna... I'm gonna cum!"
>Auntie knows, sweetie.
>"Sh-should I...?"
>She answers him with a little more pressure with her lips and tongue. Coaxing him.
>He is proper mouth fucking her now as he starts to climax, holding both sides of her head as he humps forward the little inch or two she allows him. Tears blur his vision. Can't stop moving. Won't stop. She won't let him.
>"Oooouuh FUCK!"
>Gushing, sweet release. Warm and wet and sticky. All in her mouth, down her throat. She nurses him through it, sucking that twitching colt dick. So good it hurts. A good kind of fire.
>He's panting like a dog, fast and heavy.
>Interrupted by a gulp as Aunt Orange... gulps. Wipes her mouth.
>"H-holy shit..."
>She smiles. "Sweetie, the truth is I'm a little sick of tea and martinis. Thanks for something different."
>She nuzzles his now semi-flaccid dick, making him jump, then sits up to hold him close. He doesn't resist. She reaches out and takes his hoof, putting it on her thigh. They're strong thighs, curvy and well rounded. He strokes her gently. Relishing the feel of a grown mare.
>He nuzzles gently into her fur, nipping and nibbling the way she did to him. She's no longer warm. She's hot. Burning to the touch.
>"Now Creme... sweetie..."
>"Y-yes, Miss Orange?"
>"You did say you wanna fuck me, right?"
>"... I do, Miss Orange." Even now he blushes. Celestia, he's adorable.
>"It's because you think I'm pretty? Even at my age?"
> "You're... you're beautiful. You don't look old, you look..." A small, confident smirk. "In your prime."
>She bites her lip. Guides his hoof down between her legs. He's shocked at how wet she is.
>"Good answer."
>She squeezes her legs together, trapping his hoof against her sex. She grinds her pussy on his hoof like a whetstone, biting her lip. He responds; he knows enough to be gentle. Especially when he applies *just* a bit of pressure to her clit, and--
>"Ah!" Her back arches. Her neck is bared. For a fleeting moment she's the very picture of mare sexuality, mouth open with need, eyelashes fluttering. Her gaze smoky with desire for him.
>He does it again. Again. Teasing that lovely writhing out of her. She crawls back onto his lap, her eyes no longer just confident and lusty.
>They're hungry.
>"Now... now just one question, kid..."
>He wraps his free hoof around her waist as she grabs his dick and strokes. Working him back to life as soon as possible.
>"Yes, Miss Orange?"
>"Top, or bottom?"
>He blinks. Confused. Dazed. Absolutely blown out from his orgasm. He's powerless, vulnerable, yet he feels on top of the world. This mare is dominating him, but every stroke of his hoof on her soaking sex makes her twitch and moan.
>"B... bottom? Bottom what?"
>Orange grins, laughs breathlessly. She's drunk on this. "Good answer."
>She grabs him by the shoulders, shoves him down onto the couch. He curls his hooves, staring up at her with a heady mix of confusion, desire, and curiosity.
>He's already at half-mast again. Celestia, what a cute kid. She'll have to get his ball back in her yard again soon.
>"Now you just lay back, son. Let old Auntie Orange show you how it's done."
>She hasn't done it quite like this in a while, but she thinks she can handle it.
>"You know, I'm related to cowponies?"
>"Uh huh." He nods, eyes widening. He can tell what's coming. What he's going to lose, and what he's about to gain. He's nervous, but ready.
>So ready.
>He wants her /bad./ This young, strapping colt lusting after a mare almost twice his age. She can tell by the way his cock jerks up at the sight of her crawling onto his lap--he doesn't care she's no spring chicken. He thinks she's fucking hot.
>Aunt Orange has never felt sexier in her life.
>"Well, back before I started wining and dining, I learned a thing or two on the farm about being a... /cowpony/..."
>She drags her moist slit over the entire length of his cock. Letting him feel the soft cushion of her labia. He grits his teeth and moans, reflexively reaching out to take hold of her thighs.
>"But I'm a classy mare now," she whispers, voice sultry and thick. "Say please, sweetie."
>"Miss Orange... please..."
>"Please."
>"/Please!/"
>She grins, holding herself over his pulsing cockhead.
>"Good boy."
>With that, she takes the plunge in one wet, slippery go."
>He blinks. Confused. Dazed. Absolutely blown out from his orgasm. He's powerless, vulnerable, yet he feels on top of the world. This mare is dominating him, but every stroke of his hoof on her soaking sex makes her twitch and moan.
>"B... bottom? Bottom what?"
>Orange grins, laughs breathlessly. She's drunk on this. "Good answer."
>She grabs him by the shoulders, shoves him down onto the couch. He curls his hooves, staring up at her with a heady mix of confusion, desire, and curiosity.
>He's already at half-mast again. Celestia, what a cute kid. She'll have to get his ball back in her yard again soon.
>"Now you just lay back, son. Let old Auntie Orange show you how it's done."
>She hasn't done it quite like this in a while, but she thinks she can handle it.
>"You know, I'm related to cowponies?"
>"Uh huh." He nods, eyes widening. He can tell what's coming. What he's going to lose, and what he's about to gain. He's nervous, but ready.
>So ready.
>He wants her /bad./ This young, strapping colt lusting after a mare almost twice his age. She can tell by the way his cock jerks up at the sight of her crawling onto his lap--he doesn't care she's no spring chicken. He thinks she's fucking hot.
>Aunt Orange has never felt sexier in her life.
>"Well, back before I started wining and dining, I learned a thing or two on the farm about being a... /cowpony/..."
>She drags her moist slit over the entire length of his cock. Letting him feel the soft cushion of her labia. He grits his teeth and moans, reflexively reaching out to take hold of her thighs.
>"But I'm a classy mare now," she whispers, voice sultry and thick. "Say please, sweetie."
>"Miss Orange... please..."
>"Please."
>"/Please!/"
>She grins, holding herself over his pulsing cockhead.
>"Good boy."
>With that, she takes the plunge in one wet, slippery go."
>The house is awash with noise. Every empty room, you can hear it. Gasping. Panting. Moaning. The faint, airy fap of flesh on flesh.
>Creme's almost cross-eyed from the sensations. He didn't think his first time would be like this. Not with fire racing up and down the sides of his dick. Not with silk gripping him like iron and juices dribbling between his legs. Definitely not with a hot mare practically spanking him with her cunt.
>Aunt Orange milks the colt's cock for all he's worth. This. This is /so/ much better than sipping another goddess-damned martini.
>High society. So many rules. Manners, etiquette, yes sir, no sir.
>Up down /whap./
>All these tweed jacket, monocle popping, wig-wearing fops.
>Rise, fall, smack, squirt, squeeze, moan. Creme tightens his grip on her ass, trying in vain to match her rhythm.
>"Spank it!" she barks, through the red haze of brutal fucking.
>"W-what?!"
>"I said spank it!"
>Slap.
>"HARDER!"
>WHAP.
>All these ponies watching and judging and sneering at faux pas, at ponies not being with who they "should" be seen with. At every tactless word not veiled in subtle metaphor.
>Fuck 'em. She wants to make the rules for once. She wants young, helpless colt cock that cums just from /looking/ at her. She wants to make this poor boy her bitch. Show him off to all those old crones tittering behind her back.
>"Ahh! Miss Orange! It's... it's so hot!"
>"Manehattan'll eat you alive if you don't suck it up, kiddo!" she growls. She grips the couch for better leverage and hammers her ass down. "Ooh! Ohhhh fuuuuuck!" she wails. Lightning races up and down her spine as she tries to rub her clit with the sole of her hoof.
>"Hold me! Hold me tight... move your hips right fucking now! FUCK ME!"
>He grabs her waist and humps fitfully upward to meet her as she comes down, in a barely lucid state of terrified arousal. He's not very good at it.
>She knows he'll be back to learn.
>She's going the whole nine yards. The feeling building up deep inside her, starting in her cunt, spreading through her belly. A warm pressure, pushing upward and outward. Pushing away everything.
>Her entire body flinches. She gasps and rubs her clit a little faster, a little harder.
>She can't concentrate as much, and her hammering becomes shallow, fast, even desperate.
>"Ahhh!" Creme moans. "Aunt Orange, please! I'm gonna cum!"
>"I know," she groans, mercilessly bearing down on his twitching member. "I know, kiddo."
>"Shouldn't I pull out?!"
>The answer is more fucking.
>He can't help himself. He holds her hips and uncontrollably thrusts upwards, scrunching his eyes shut. His whole cock is on /fire./ He's just seconds away, it's twitching and squeezing, everything is squeezing down into that one small point right on his dick--
>"Do it! Doitdoitdoit you sweet boy! You sweet fucking colt!" Orange yelps, slamming down on his hips again and again and again. "Give the lady what she wants!"
>He can't go anywhere. Nowhere except straight up. He's about to cum inside a seductive older mare.
>The thought alone is what makes the dam burst.
>His whole body seizes up underneath her, and he makes no noise besides a spirited whimper. Again his cock gushes. Again the sweet satisfaction rolls over him, blanking out his mind. Tingling and contentment mix--he falls on his back, dazed.
>Auntie Orange is still riding him. The pleasure is so keen it hurts now.
>"Auntie, please, it's too much, it's too... too sensitive!"
>"Shh, shh, shh," Orange whispers, closing her eyes. She feels it. Feels that warm spunk filling her up. Feels the colt go limp. Spent. Spent with lust for /her./ Her body. Her sweet talk. She has him now.
>"I'm cumming," she gasps. Shivers. Squeezes his dick one more time, making him cry out. Her entire body writhes atop him, knife-sharp ecstasy thrumming through her, around her. Her thighs quiver. Her pussy clenches. Her head swims. Her mouth... /moans./
>He looks up at her. Exhausted. Enraptured. Reverent.
>"... Wow," he whispers.
>Orange's orgasm goes on and on, receding like waves of the tide. Aftershocks as she continues to touch herself, little jolts of pleasure. She slowly comes down from the high, drifting down, her face a picture of feminine satisfaction. Eyes hazy and half-lidded. Mouth open, chest heaving. Hair a complete mess.
>She dips her head down and kisses him. Ferociously. Passionately. /Possessively./ He returns it, lets her tongue and lips do whatever they want.
>She pulls back with a strand of saliva joining their tongues. The look in his eyes says it all.
>She has him.
>"... And that's how you get the juice from an Orange," she says with a breathless laugh.
>He can only nod. Smile. "That was amazing. You're... you're so beautiful."
>"Mmm." She traces her hoof on his chest. "You're not so bad yourself. /Creme./ I could get used to this."
>His eyes light up with impossible hope. "Really?"
>"Oh, yes. If you're gonna make it in this town, you need direction, and uh... I got /plenty/ more moves to show you. Why don't you drop by next weekend? After a nice game of ball near my yard, my... mentorship can continue." Oh yes. He'll make a fine trophy.
>His ears droop adorably. "Oh. I, I mean yes! I could do that. Just, um... I don't have to go anywhere for a couple more hours, and... uh..."
>"Pfft, silly boy." She pokes him on the nose. "Did you hear me say I was done with you?"
You unlocked ending: High society hookup.
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>Twilight Velvet is a grown mare. She has hobbies and a job to keep her busy in her... well. She bit the ear of the last pony who called them 'twilight years.' She stays in shape, she jumps off waterfalls, she has /fun./ You're only as old as you feel.
>But sometimes Velvet feels like she needs to get away.
>Archival work is quiet. It's easy. It's a job with tenure and security (being as she's the mother of a Princess). Good place to hide in between extreme sports ventures.
>She does those.
>It's one of the reasons she got to talking to a young stallion she met. Colt is a better word for it. It's easy. He's friendly. It breaks up the tedium.
>It's /nothing more than that./
>It's easy to say it was accidental. The Canterlot archives are massive, and she keeps mostly to herself.
>But when you literally bump into a pony, and that pony is courteous enough to use their magic to keep you from stumbling, and...
>She prefers to tell herself she just finds him /interesting./
>He's a unicorn. Young enough to be her son. Fur as bright and blue as the sky, a mane white as snow with grey highlights. An adorable sextant cutie mark.
>They meet almost every day now. Why was he even here, working the same job as these other over the hill ponies?
>"Internship," he says. "Working my way up."
>To what?
>"Being the guy these guys write about." He holds up a book on an expedition to Tuskaiga in his magic.
>"It's kinda my dream. Traveling. Learning. Bringing stuff back and showing the world to... to itself, I guess. Bringing it all together."
>An academic. Like her daughter.
>"Sightseer with a pen," he answers with a boyish smile. "Reminding ponies how amazing the things they think they forgot really are."
>His gaze leaves hers for a moment. Travel elsewhere. She remembers she wore a blouse that day. No buttons undone, right? Even though it was hot?
>/Right?/
>"Just... taking it all in, you know?"
>It bothers her a long time.
>It doesn't bother her because she thinks he looked in... /that/ way.
>Younger co-workers do that all the time.
>It bothers her that she wants to see if he does it again.
>The guy's barely out of college, Velvet. Who cares what he thinks? Hormones will make him look at a rock with a gleam in his eye.
>She just wants to make sure, all right?
>Just wants to have a little /fun./ This is no different than plunging off a waterfall. No riskier than jumping out of a plane with just a parachute.
>It doesn't stop the butterflies in her belly.
>She goes in next with a skirt. One that hugs her hips and accentuates the curves of her rump. One thing about an active lifestyle: it definitely helps keep her shape. Not that anypony's actually /noticed/ her shape in a while, she remembers with a huff.
>She catches him already at a broad table in the archives, working on filing. Floating scrolls this way and that. There's some shelves in front of him she needs to use.
>Perfect.
>"Good morning!" she says with a bright smile.
>"Oh! Good, uh..." She hears the hitch in his voice. She surprised him; she was, after all, walking a little closer to him than necessary.
>Close enough to smell the perfume she wore, subtle yet satisfying.
>Close enough to hear the rustle of fabric, rustling over her rump as she rolls her hips.
>Close enough to hear the swish of her tail as she gives it a flick.
>Suddenly, she doesn't regret gaining a couple pounds. If /she/ can feel how the dress hugs her, just think...
>"... Good morning," he says, his voice quiet, rote. Distracted.
>She catches it just out of the corner of her eye, looking back to give him a smile over her shoulder. A slip in his magic field. A subtle widening of his eyes, opening of his nostrils. And then the jerk of his head back to his work.
>He noticed. He stared. Fucking stared at her ass as she walked past him.
>Her breath catches in her throat. The risk is all too real, now.
>She likes it.
>Velvet should stop now. She really should. The feeling reminds her of bungee jumping. One of her old favorites.
>She can't stop even if she wanted to. 
>He already looked. She's already off the ledge. Falling to ground. Time to see where the slack ends and she has to be pulled back from fantasy and could-have-beens.
>Or maybe...
>She bends over at the shelf in front of the young colt, pretending to look around for a particular volume.
>"Have you seen our collection on 'Dissertations of the Wyrd?'" she asks.
>She wiggles her rump as she goes way down to the bottom shelf.
>Way, way down.
>She feels the fabric of her skirt rustle tightly over the curve of her plot.
>She knows he can see her tail hike up, like a flag marking a target. Her legs spread apart just slightly. It's a clear message.
>Open.
>Receptive.
>Mare pussy.
>Right beneath that thin black skirt Velvet is sporting.
>She knows what it must look like from his angle. That plush pair of buttocks bobbing around, perfectly framed by the tight fabric. Her tail teasingly swishy. Her voice seemingly innocent and unaware as she makes small talk. Utterly unconcerned with the show he's being given.
>Totally ignorant of how sexy she is.
>At least, that's what /he's/ thinking.
>But that's why she does this. Being wanted... feels good.
>Even by someone half her age?
>Shut the buck up, she tells her rational side.
>She stands up and turns abruptly, pretending to find the right volume.
>"Ah! Here we go."
>He quickly jerks his gaze back down to his work, trying to hide the fact he wasn't obviously ogling.
>"Good! Awesome. Great. I'll uh... keep... working," he stutters, clearly flustered.
>Velvet feels another thrill of adrenaline. This was really happening; the kid had done it. He'd taken the bait of a full view of her ass on display /twice./ In a /row./
>She hurries away, blushing under her fur.
>Now what?
>Part of her wants to leave it.
>The other part is already picking out tomorrow's wardrobe.
>Over the next few days, work is... interesting. >She walks in. He says hello.
>They both know what they're waiting for.
>They make small talk in the meantime.
>Velvet turns in just such a way the arch of her back, the curve of her hips, the roundness of her /ass/... is on display. Sometimes lifts her leg a little cutely, a little provocatively.
>He pretends not to notice.
>She pretends she isn't doing it on purpose.
>*Definitely* not sauntering away with way too much sway in her curvaceous hips.
>But when it's done, it gets to her.
>"DAMMIT," she barks at herself in an office, bumping her head against a wall. "He's a fucking kid, *Miss* Velvet! He's young enough to be your SON! Why do you care so much?!"
>Oh Celestia, what if it IS his age that's thrilling?
>What if it's the thought of powerful dame Twilight Velvet wrapping a hapless colt around her little hoofsie, and her /legs/ around...
>Velvet remembers the feeling she gets from bungee jumping, one of her old favorites.
>She should've left it alone.
>But she's already made the jump.
>All she can do is see how much slack is left.
>Conversations with West Wind continue as normal for some time. Talking about the future. About politics. But they both know what he saw. What she let him see.
>That's why, against all better judgment, she returns to work one day with a frilly yellow sun dress not at all suited to working in a dusty office.
>Perfectly suited to catching the eye of a young colt though.
>"So, how often do you go out?" she asks, trying to keep it casual as they slide a few scrolls back into their proper place.
>"Out?" he asks, with that boyish smile she's grown... /accustomed/ to. "Liiiike..."
>"You /know,/ having fun, seeing the world you wanna study so bad," she says, giving him a bump with her flank.
>A thrill of fear runs through her. Shouldn't have done that, you idiot, he'll think you're an old creep--
>But he doesn't seem bothered. In fact, he playfully bumps her back.
>"I have fun!" he protests. "It's not like I just study all day."
>"So what /do/ you do?" Velvet asks.
>"Outdoorsy stuff!" he says, shrugging. "You know, just... wander outside."
>"Wander? You take a peek and go back in, little mister explorer?"
> He blows a tuft of mane out of his eyes. Pfft. "No. I /study/ it. I go outside, and I sketch things. If I'm going to document everything, being able to draw it helps."
>Velvet gasps, and pokes his side. "Oooh, you think I could see--"
>"Maybe later."
>Velvet rolls her eyes affectionately. Little boys, always so modest...
>"Well, I would /love/ to see a demonstration of your talent sometime."
>He shuffles on his hooves, biting the inside of his cheek. Scrunching up his snout.
>"Like I said, maybe later."
>"Is there anything in particular you like to draw?" she asks out of the blue. "Birds? Trees?"
>"Sure."
>"Ponies?"
>His eyes go wide. He stares straight ahead.
>"Well, uh, you know," he says, shrugging. "I do pony-watch sometimes on my walks, and uh... sometimes subjects come along, and... yeah, if I find somepony interesting, then I'll bang out a quick one."
>A moment's pause. Then a blush blooms on his face.
>"A drawing, obviously."
>Velvet smirks. Cage set. Trap coming down.
>"Well, you know, if anypony /recently/ has been 'catching your eye'..."
>She lets her tail stray close to his. She's coming down to the bottom of her slack. She'll either hit the bottom or spring back up.
>"I would love to see your technique."
> She's close enough to let her breath be felt on his face.
>"Up close. And..."
>A /puff/ of breath across the bridge of his nose. She notes, with some butterflies in her stomach, that in spite of being younger, he's taller than her. Stocky and strong-jawed, too, now that she gets to look.
>Empty nest syndrome's been a bitch, and she's already taken the plunge, so...
>She walks away first, forcing herself to look confident as she does.
>Let him chew on /that/ for a while.
>She dialed it back about a week. Gave him breathing space from tight clothes and whispered voices.
>It took only that long for her to find /it./
>It was on his desk at work. Not very subtle, she had to say.
>Technically it was under a pile of papers, and she couldn't say if she was meant to find it or not. But a girl gets nosy, you know?
>It took her breath away. She had never quite posed like /that/ in front of him.
>But it confirms it. It confirms everything. He saw, he knew, and he... liked it.
>This guy half her age, whom she had known for a matter of months, had the hots for her. A mare with two grown children.
>A colt old enough to be her /son./ Saw her like /this?/ And if he /drew/ like this, what else did he do with the image of her? What did he /think/ about?
>Shit. Now she wants to know.
>She wasn't sure whether to be shocked or complimented. Her head spun, her cheeks /burned./ As if only now it hit her what flaunting herself could do. As if the reality, the /risk/ was just too real now.
>The cord was still unraveling. She hadn't hit bottom yet. She could dial this back.
>She swiped it from his desk, until closing time. She had to speak to him. You don't just... just /draw/ ponies like that without their permission! She just flirted with him, wiggled her ass... nothing younger ponies don't do, right?
>She had a motherly instinct to set this little boy straight. A motherly instinct to speak to him in private. Absolutely nothing else.
>That was totally why she grabbed him by the lapels with her magic and dragged him behind some shelves when everypony else had left. Totally.
>"Young man," she hisses, "I have something very important to speak to you about."
>"Velvet?" he asks. "Whatever it is, I'm sorry!"
>"I don't want an apology!" No, never for seeing her like this. When so few other ponies would even look at her. Never for thinking she was-
>"Sexy."
>"What?!"
>"Do you think I'm sexy or not?!?" she says, holding up the picture.
>"Oh," he says.
>"Oh?!" she says, slapping it down. "Oh? You... when I /asked/ about the drawings, I didn't... I didn't /mean/..."
>"You /didn't/ want a drawing?" he asks, eyes wide. Turning it around with his boyish charm. His young, gentle, innocent-
>"Not l-like this!" Velvet says, still blushing. She's been blushing all day. "I-I thought you'd just, you know, sketch... something!"
>"I... did?"
>"But like this? Me, posing like-"
>"Does it embarrass you?" he asks.
>"Of course it does!" Her head is swimming. She's pacing back and forth "I just thought, we were having fun, and I didn't think you would... you would /actually/-"
>"Find you attractive?"
>There's a flash of red-hot something in her chest. Something /hungry./ The way he's finishing her sentences is frustrating. And kind of hot.
>She gulps, stops dead in her tracks.
>"I'm still an active mare," she whispers. "I have /fun./ That's it. Just staying in shape. Being presentable when my daughter needs me at a social function."
>"You're... way more than 'in shape,'" he says, blushing himself now too. He shuffles his hooves. She feels that motherly urge again, to give him a hug and tell him it's okay, you can tell her /anything/ sweetie, you can /do/ anything, sweetie...
>"I'm not blaming you. You did come on pretty strong, but I didn't mind. You, uh. You are /nothing/ like other mares your age."
>The red-hot feeling is spreading. Down between her legs.
>"I just feel... comfortable around you. Even when you're flashing your tail."
>"It's wrong," she whines. "You should want somepony your age. Not somepony manipulating you to feel better about herself."
>"Are you?"
>When did he get so close?
>"Manipulating me?" he asks. Hot breath tingles her ear. His voice so deep, so young, so /fresh./
>The red-hot feeling is all over now. She feels like she's glowing. Doubt and excitement gnawing at her. But this, but that...
>"Ah, fuck it," she says, and kisses him hard enough to shove him against a shelf.
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The house is silent as you walk towards your room. In your time living here, you’ve come to learn that silence is deceptive, moments of quiet are but the sign of something waiting to spring on you while you least expect it.

A Wonderbolt is always ready, though.

Once you open the door, the darkness of the hallway is pushed back by the lights of a dozen candles and a light vanilla scent coming from inside the room. However, none of the candles shone as brightly as the light blue eyes of the mare looking at you from the bed.

“Hello, there,” she says in a soft whisper.

Ms. Harshwhinny lays on her back, her hind legs high in the air, swaying back and forth as though carried by the breeze. Her dark stockings wrap around her hooves and down her legs, reaching up her thigh until it started to cover her cutie mark, with the elastic band pressing against her flanks. The almost see-through panties cover her crotch while still showing the contours of her lips. The straps of her stockings dig into her plump flesh and the garterbelt frames her masterpiece of an ass like the work of art it is.

“Ms. Harshwhinny, are you trying to seduce me?”

She laughs that melodious laugh which never fails to make your heartbeat rise. In a swift motion, she rolls around while making sure you still get a clear view of her ass, and shoots you a sultry look over her shoulder.

“I don’t try, dear. I do, now don’t make me stand up and come here,” she says with an even and professional tone which betrayed the barest hint of desire.

Without needing further incentive, you take a leap and—with the aid of a wingbeat—, land on top of her. She turns around a bit until her muzzle is but a scant breath away from yours, and you once again get lost in that pair of sapphires glistening under the candlelight.

Before either can say anything, you close your eyes and gently nuzzle her cheeks, enjoying the warmth of her coat against yours as well as a familiar fragrance intermingled with the faint scent of arousal in the air: a rose perfume, the same you gave her as a gift not too many months ago. It’s not long before her hot breath against your ear and the soft moans of contentedness of your partner soon pull you back to reality.

Not a word is said as you go for a kiss, which she eagerly reciprocates. It starts almost chaste, a pure show of affection of lips pressing against lips which still manages to send shockwaves through your body. As much as you like it, though, you know that wouldn’t satisfy either of you for long.

With just a bit of force, you push deeper into the kiss, parting her lips as you knead them with your own. You can feel a soft chuckle escape her throat, but rather than retaliate by kissing back, she blindsides you by rubbing her ass against your crotch.

Honestly, you should’ve seen that one coming.

She pulls back from the kiss just enough for you to see her smirk before she dives back in, opening and closing her lips around his upper lip, and pulling slightly. As she does this, she never stops grinding her ass against you.

Just the sight of your mare in that tight lingerie was enough to get you going, but feeling her trapping your dick between those soft, fleshy buttocks made your cock come out of its sheath just after a few rubs.

Four years, and she still drives you crazy.

She doesn’t take long to notice your growing erection nestled between her flanks. It’s a good incentive, seeing how she moves her tail to the side so she can rub the entire length of your cock.

Not to be left out of the fun, you start rocking your hips, pressing harder against those curvy hips which age had only honed to perfection. This makes her let go of your lips, letting out a quivering moan as her lower jaw softly trembles.

“Do you like it, Harsh?” you ask her, your lips curling into a smirk at the double entendre.

Her eyes glimmer with a playful light as she mirrors your expression. “Do you even have to ask?” She punctuates her question with a strong jerk of her hips which press supple backside against your crotch and stomach.

You take a step back, immediately missing the feeling of her ass against you. Your cock is already completely erect, and you slide it between her crotch and the bed as you press your whole body against Harshwhinny.

She lets out a satisfied whimper as your cock rubs against the thin fabric of her panties, which start showing signs of moisture. When your face is once again close to hers, you grab the side of her head, keeping her in place as you go for a deeper kiss.

“Celestia, you’re so hot,” you whisper before parting her lips with your own and sliding your tongue inside her mouth. A willing moan as she lets you in was her only reply.

Just as she starts to get comfortable, you pull back your dick and slide it back in. Slow at first, but quickly building up speed and strength in just the right way to make her crave for more.

As one of your thrusts hits a particularly sensitive spot of her labia, she reaches for your neck and pulls you forwards, her kissing getting harsher by the second. Her tongue slid alongside yours, massaging it, wrapping around it and pushing into your mouth.

Even though you would’ve loved to hold that kiss for hours, you want to get a taste of something else right now.

You pull back from the kiss and catch your breath. The sight of Harshwhinny makes your heart flutter; her rosy cheeks, half lidded eyes, slightly disheveled mane, and the small trail of saliva connecting your mouths. It was all so enticing, you could feel your dick giving a small twitch.

You lean forwards and give her an almost playful peck on the lips. Then another one, then one more but slightly to the side. She lets out a few giggles as you slowly work your way down her neck, kissing every patch of fur on her coat as you go and drawing out pleasured hums from her.

She twists as squirms as your kisses send little jolts of pleasure up her spine, but doesn’t make any effort to pull back. If anything, she pushes her body against you, urging you to keep going.

Happy to oblige, you keep kissing her as you take a few short steps back. While one of your hooves helps keeping you steady, the other is free to caress the contours of Harshwhinny’s body. Right where her neck met her torso, the light bump of her shoulder blades, the long curve that came from the end of her ribcage to her ample flanks.

How you love that ass. Your lips sink into them when you press your muzzle against one of her soft buttocks. You knead her malleable rear with your hooves, slowly but vigorously as it offers no resistance to your caresses. You keep massaging that perfect ratio of fat and flesh, pushing them together and pulling them apart, all while never stopping the barrage of sloppy kisses.

As you reach her dock, her hips rise upwards, twisting slightly until your muzzle is pressed against her dock. Without delay, you bury your nose between her cheeks, lapping at the juices coming through the fabric as though you were a traveller taking his first drink of water after a long trek through the desert.

Harshwhinny’s breathing slows down, getting deeper and stronger as you continue your ministrations. With a little effort you find the buttons on the cloth keeping you from basking in the glory of your mare’s pussy. Once you find them, though, you waste no time in prying them open with your teeth, and immediately get hit with the contained scent of arousal coming from her sex.

You thought you’d been aroused before, but when this scent bomb of pure lust hit your nostrils, a thick mist of passion clouds your mind.

Your eyes go down, savouring the sight of your lover’s puffed lips. The darker skin surrounding her entrance, glistening with her spilling arousal, looks so enticing, almost asking you to come in. No longer able to hold back, you stick out your tongue and give a small lick to the edges of her labia.

Harshwhinny lets out a long exhale as you traced her lower lips, lapping up all the juices which had overflowed from her pussy. Once you’re done, you take a moment to appreciate the sight in front of you. Her lips were slightly parted, and you could see the pink inside of her vagina as well as her fleshy nub, timidly peeking out of her vagina.

Her enticing body proves too much, so you dive back in, lovingly licking the inner edge of her pussy before thrusting your tongue into her as deep as it will go. You don’t have to wait long to see her reaction; her low moans reach you first with a quick spasm of her thighs following shortly afterwards.

Part of you wants nothing more than to double your efforts, making her lose control and live up to her name. However, you know you’d rather make this last for as long as possible, slowly working up her arousal as you stimulate all her weak spots until she finally succumbs to an earth-shattering orgasm.

And that’s what you’ll do.

Stretching your tongue as deep as it’ll go, you move it upwards at a calm pace, savouring her flowing juices. Once you reach the top, you spread your tongue, making it as wide as possible, stretching it as wide as you can and drag it down, spreading her walls apart and making her legs quiver.

You repeat those motions, varying the speed and intensity from time to time, paying close attention to her reaction as you linger on those sensitive places you’ve come to known over the years.

Just as you can feel she starts to get comfortable, you withdraw your tongue and flip her whole body over. You may no longer be able to feel her soft flanks against your hooves, but it’s worth it just so you can better see her face as you make your next move. Harshwhinny doesn’t have time to voice her thoughts before your lips wrap around her swollen clitoris and you start sucking on it.

With closed eyes and furrowed brow, Harshwhinny started panting, reveling in the waves of pleasure you provided. Her flushed cheeks and the enticing way she bit her lower lip only enhanced that image of raw sex appeal which contrasted heavily with the image of a professional mare she sported every day.

Her response is as immediate as it is loud. A throaty moan escapes her as her hips rise into the air and grind against your mouth. Acting quick, you wrap your arms around her flanks and keep her in place as you lovingly knead her little nub, pressing it between your lips as the tip of your tongue dances all over it.

You continue your work until you feel a hoof rustling your mane. Looking up, you see her smile at you with content.

“Don’t let me cut your work short…” She says between laboured breaths. “But I don’t think… I should be the only one… Who gets to have a good time.”

“I’m perfectly happy where I am—” you pause to give her clitoris a small lick “—besides, the sight is to die for.”

A shiver runs through her body before she can reply, but once she’s calm down, you can see a serious expression on her. “That’s quite funny, dear. Now, don’t make me turn you around myself, so get your dick over here.”

Celestia, how you love her bluntness.

After jumping into the air and turning around until you’re hovering above her—you may have spread your legs just a little bit to give her a good look of your erect cock—you land right next to her with your dick standing erect towards her face, and you can see how a flicker of playfulness runs through her eyes.

You can’t help but smirk at the sight of Harshwhinny entranced by your cock. As much as you’d love to savour that view for a bit longer, there’s a far sweeter prize for you right under your muzzle.

With more than a little excitement coursing through your veins, you dive forwards and resume your oral work just as your partner starts.

Harshwhinny sticks out her tongue and starts licking the tip of your dick, slowly tracing the edges before wrapping her lips around your head. Your hips twitch from the jolt of pleasure she gives you when she slips her tongue out of her mouth while your cock is still in her mouth and starts swirling it around it.

In spite of the pleasure, you don’t slack off, and continue to service her. You trace the outer edges of her vagina varying the speed and strength of your licks while occasionally working on her insides, making sure not to let any of her juices go to waste.

Meanwhile, Harshwhinny starts bobbing her head around your cock, getting more of your length into her mouth with each move. The way she presses her tongue and the inside of her cheeks just drives you mad, feeling your dick wrapped in that soft, wet, and warm embrace is enough to send you over the edge. Just as the flat of your head hits the back of her throat, she immediately pulls it out and starts licking it up and down.

Tease.

You’re above payback, though. Rather than let up, you double the intensity of your movements, focusing on the spots which you know will elicit the strongest reactions out of her. Her soft moans make your cock vibrate and for a second you lose focus. Steeling yourself, you grab her flanks with both of your hooves, pressing her ass as you plunge further into her sex and eat her out with reckless abandon.

She doesn’t have time to be confused before the waves of pleasure start hitting her. You can hear her trying to say something, but you won’t relent and continue to kiss, suck and lick her labia as you work to give your mare her first orgasm of the night.

Rather than continue her attempts at forming coherent sentences, Harshwhinny grabs your cock with both of her hooves and takes a third of it in her mouth in a single go. The sudden pleasure is a bit disconcerting, but not enough for you to stop, not even when she starts licking you as she hungrily moves her head back and forth, savouring the precum leaking from your tip.

You plunge your tongue deep into her vagina, exploring every single nook and cranny as you work your way down to her clit. Once you reach it, you wrap your lips around it and start sucking and liking, not stopping for anything.

Harshwhinny’s deep moans make your cock vibrate, but you soldier on, sucking and licking when you feel her body tense up. Your hooves sink into her buttcheeks, holding her in place as the light spasms give room to full fledged convulsions. Her hips buck wildly, grinding her crotch against your muzzle as her whole body squirms with the coming orgasm.

When you feel the walls of her vagina begin to contract, you let go of her clit and press the flat of your tongue against her lips in expectancy of her climax. No more than a few seconds had passed before her whole body tightened and a torrent of tangy cum gushed from her core. You press your open mouth against her lips, making sure to drink every last drop.

As you do this, Harshwhinny’s orgasm starts to die down enough for her to continue her work on your cock. She keeps sucking, pressing the inside of her cheeks against the tip of your penis. You’re not the only one to have memorised your partner’s weak spots.

Once the winking stopped, you pull your head back and look at your mare sucking your cock. The mere sight of her half lidded eyes and rosy cheeks as she took you in her mouth is almost enough to make you come right then and there, but you can’t let that happen just yet.

Lingering for just a few seconds, you gently prod her on the sides, breaking her daze. She slowly takes your cock out of her mouth, making sure to squeeze your tip with her lips before letting it go.

“What is it?” she asks with a little slur on her voice.

You shake your head as you stand up. “It’s just that I was about to come,” you say as you turn around and face her.

“Mmhm, what a tragedy,” she deadpans.

You smile at her before rubbing your muzzle against her neck, pressing your bodies together and trapping your dick between your stomachs.

“Maybe some other time,” you whisper into her ear, savouring the way she squirms a bit, “but the only place I’m shooting my sperm tonight is deep in your womb.”

“Oh, that sounds delightful,” she says with a singsong, her eyes glimmering with a fire different from the one coming from the candles, and even though she tries to keep a playful smirk on her face, but you can hear the excitement in her voice.

Your hooves caress her hips as you bury your head in her neck, taking in the mind-numbing smell of her perfume mixed with the faintest hint of sweat brought on by your earlier service.

She wraps her arms around your neck as you kiss her fur, bringing you closer to her while also spreading her legs a bit. Your hooves glide around her body, relishing every curve, pressing against the harder parts and sinking into the softer parts of her buttocks.

With reluctance, you move your hips backwards and guide your dick in the small space between her thighs and her hot vulva. You lift your head enough to make eye contact with her, and start rubbing your length against her entrance while staring straight into her eyes.

You blow a lock of her mane out of the way so you can get a clear view of her face. Her face is still flushed after her first orgasm, and you can see a small trace of saliva on her lips. While that’s enough to make your dick twitch, the content and expectant smile she gives you melts your heart.

“Come on,” she whispered, not bothering to mask her eagerness, “give it to me already.”

You want nothing more than to plunge into your mare, as deep as you can possibly go and start rutting her until both of your bodies give out. However, there’s also a part of you which can’t resist the urge to tease your flustered mare first.

“So impatient, love. We have the whole night for ourselves, why rush it?” You ask, rising an eyebrow and shooting her a winning smile.

While her eyes still had that playful edge, her voice did not. “You are going to put that dick in me and you’re going to fuck me senseless or I’m going to roll you around and do it myself until you can’t fly straight.”

Previous experiences had let you know she was more than capable of making good on her threats; and while that night had been loads of fun, explaining your erratic flight to Spitfire had not.

You smile once again, whispering a gentle “As you wish,” before going for a kiss. Just as you do that, you move your hips back and start rubbing the tip of your head against her lips, hitting her clit with every other small thrust.

Your lips pressed against hers block her moans, but you still get a kick of feeling her melt in your embrace. With one foreleg around her neck and the other one holding her hips, you slowly rock your hips back and forth, gently spreading her lips to make room for your cock.

Her hooves dance around your chest before drifting downwards and holding you by your waist, pulling you deeper into her.

Ever since you got together, you’ve had sex more times than you bother to count, and over the years you’ve grown to love the familiar warmth and wetness of her insides. And yet, every time you entered her felt as amazing as the first time.

The things love does to one, huh?

Without breaking the kiss, you rock your hips back and forth, getting deeper bit by bit and further spreading her. Once a third of your cock is in her, you have to stop just to catch your breath. Her vagina offers such a snug and pleasant fit to your cock, you can’t help but revel in each of the ridges and crevices of her moist insides as you feel your cock being massaged from all sides while also being pulled further in.

You open your lips to catch your breath, but Harshwhinny immediately lunges forward, trapping you in another lust-filled kiss. You can see in her eyes that urgency, that imperative need, the pleasure of feeling your cock entering her mixed with the agony of having to wait until she was full to her core.

A second of silence passes as you exchange unspoken words. Neither of you blink as you go for another kiss, nor as you forcefully yet lovingly ram the rest of your dick inside her.

Harshwhinny throws her head back, ending the kiss as she lets out a shuddering breath and her body rocks with waves of pleasure. It seems your earlier service had left her extra sensitive. As much as you’d love to start pumping right away and have her turn into a blubbering mess of pleasure, you want this to last, to make the special for the both of you.

There’ll be time for powerfucking her later.

After more than a few seconds, both of you manage to hold on to some semblance of control. One of her hooves goes up to your neck and starts playing with your mane as she stares longingly into your eyes. She gives you an affectionate peck before resting her head on the bed and giving you a good spank on your flank.

Though you can barely contain the surprised squeal, you know Harshwhinny noticed it by the way she laughs playfully as she bites her lower lip. “Get started, stud,” she says, and you have no reason to further stall things.

With a smile of your own, you raise yourself above her, planting both hooves on either side of her head and start moving your hips. You don’t pull out just yet, focusing on moving your hips from side to side, up and down, making sure you felt every nook and cranny of her insides.

Harshwhinny tossed and turned, pulling and pushing the bedsheets with every move you made, but not once did she stopped looking straight at you. Pleasure was slowly starting to creep in, but her eyes never lost that loving shine… that glimmer which tells you she’s enjoying herself not only physically, but on a deeper level as well, and you can only hope your eyes can convey the same feelings.

“I love you, Harshwhinny,” you say, and you mean every word.

“I love you too—” her words are cut off by the sudden movement of your hips.

Despite the warmth the dozens of candles bring to the room, you can’t help but shudder at the cold your dick feels when it leaves the hot embrace of Harshwhinny’s insides. Nevertheless, you pull slowly, making sure you both savour every second of friction between your cock and her pussy. You keep pulling until just your head is inside her, and take in the view.

Your member is glistening due to the coat of vaginal fluids covering it. Meanwhile, her crotch was a sloppy mess of saliva, precum and her own flowing juices. Her slightly swollen nipples draw your eyes to her perky tits, a wonder to see on a mare her age. Not that you’d ever say that outloud. Again.

The spell you find yourself in is broken by the soft whimpers of your partner. Your eyes go back to her face, and you see a sheepish expression on her.

“Come on,” she whimpers while giving a little shake with her hips which push a little bit of your length in. “Don’t make me wait more.”

At the pleading sight of your mare, your brain ceases all rational thought, relying on your instinct, honed by years of rigorous flight training. With a deep exhale, you drive your hips forwards until they meet hers. 

Your own moans are overshadowed by her deep groans of pleasure. Her thighs rub against your own, grinding her pussy against the base of your cock. You can feel her juices flow from her and start drenching your balls. 

You smile. She is so wet the next part should go without trouble.

You lower your head an start giving gentle nips to her neck, pulling softly enough as to not cause her pain, but with enough strength for her to get jittery with the additional pleasure.

The whole room ceases to exist for a second as you continue to rock your hips back and forth, and you get lost in the feeling of her hot and moist passage caressing your dick in its embrace. You want nothing more than to get lost in that sensation, in the waves of pleasure every twitch and contraction of your lover’s inner walls caused to your dick.

Well, perhaps there’s one thing you want more.

One look and you can see the expression of ecstasy forming on Harswhinny’s face. Every time you got to see her drop that façade of the professional mare and surrender to her primal desires, giving in to the pleasure only you could provide was a moment to treasure.