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> A sudden series of squeaks causes your eyes to open a bit.
> Your curiosity grows further as you hear the sounds of rushing water in your bathroom.
> In all your time in the shadier side of Manehattan, you’ve, surprisingly, never once had a break-in.
> And if this is a break-in, who the hell would do a B and E just to use a shower.
> Sitting up to satiate your curiosity, your nose encounters a light scent of female musk and sex.
> While rubbing sleep from your eyes you swing your legs to the side of the bed.
> Huh, this side is a lot warmer than usual.
> And, according to your balls, VERY damp.
> Hang on, why are you not wearing boxers and why is the bed – 
> Oh. Oh, yeah.
> It’s all coming back to you now – the encounter, the wild back-alley sex, and the cuddling.
> So, that’s Blaze in the shower then.
> Well, mystery solved. And if you weren’t feeling so unusually awake, you’d probably go back to bed.
> Seeing as you are, you might as well get up.
> And with a stretch and a couple of pops, you stand up.
> Man, your lower half is still kinda sticky. And you still smell like horny mare.
> Guess Blaze has the right idea.
> Come to think of it… maybe you should join her. After all, you’ve already fucked, showering together shouldn’t be that big of a deal.
> Casually, you open the bathroom door and step in. The light cloud of steam envelopes you, embracing your body in a pleasant warmth.
> Brushing aside the shower curtain reveals Blaze, standing on her back legs and leaning on the wall.
> Her ears twitch a little in response. Though her eyes are closed, it’s clear she knows you’re there.
> Her mouth moves slightly, leaving a sly and knowing smile on her face.
> “Hey…”
> For a moment you stand there and admire her lean, athletic figure. The water hits the square of her back, right between her wings, and runs down – all across her barrel and over her flanks.
> Her posture causes the rivulets of water to all meet at around the same place, the inside of her legs, before running down onto the floor of the shower.
> Opening a single icy-blue eye, she looks at you, a mix of curiosity and desire subtly etched into it. It’s all she really needs to say.
> As you step in, the bulk of the streaming water diverts – hitting and running down your back now – as you step in directly behind her.
> Leaning in, you reach around her barrel and hoist her up – leaving her standing on her back legs, and supported by you. 
> Even extended like this, she only comes up to your chest.
> Almost instinctually, you kiss the top of her head. She coos a little at this and promptly leans back into you – matting her soft, wet, gamboge mane across your chest and leaving her flanks pressed into your hips with her marehood resting on your length.
“Hey.”
> Gently, she tries to remove herself; you offer no resistance. But instead of pulling away completely, she braces herself on your forearms and turns to face you, wrapping her forelegs around your torso.
> She cuddles into you, her bud now resting at your base, her chest tuft tickling your stomach, and her face brushed up against your chest and staring into your eyes.
> “Mhmm… even for an alien, you’re weird… rape victim one minute, intense lover the next… then this…”
> Momentarily, she breaks eye contact. Then you feel it, a small kiss on your chest. And then another. And another.
> After delicately planting another kiss, she looks up and locks her gaze with yours.
> “I… I was just hoping for a quick fuck, but this… this is even better than I’d dreamed…”
> With only a little struggle, she manages to plant a small kiss on your collarbone.
> She seems to struggle a little more as she aims for your neck; it appears she can’t extend that far up.
> The effort she’s putting forth is cute though, and you respond in kind, bending down a little and locking your lips around hers. Though not her intended target, she doesn’t seem to mind in the least.
> After a few moments you break the kiss, leaving a strand of spittle hanging between your parted mouths. Leaning back up, you watch it break and then wash down.
> Reaching around her barrel, you fingers dexterously dance across her back eliciting a coo from steadily relaxing Pegasus.
“So, what’s brought this on, then?”
> “Just – mhmm~ – w-wanted to pay you back f-for last night… y-you know, for – ah~ – being so rough…”
> Working around her back, you gently apply pressure to various knots your fingers run across. As you apply pressure to a particular spot between her wings, they rapidly unfurl – the span now blocking some of the water.
> “AHHhhh! R-right there! Right there!”
> With a little smile, you apply just a bit more pressure onto her lean muscles.
> Biting her lip a little, she goes right back to planting kisses along your chest where she can. When her kissing ends up reaching a fever pitch, she begins to nip lightly at your skin. Occasionally, she adds suction before doing so, drawing up a pinch of your flesh before lightly nipping at it.
> Admittedly, supporting her with your cock had you sporting a chub. But this, this has you solid. And with the VERY intimate embrace the two of you are in, there is no way she doesn’t know.
> She gyrates her hips a little, sending her winking love button down to your base where it plants a little loving kiss. Then she draws it right back, her folds grazing your glans, allowing it to give your tip a kiss as well.
> And though the water and her own juices make her strokes easier, she continues to do so at a rhythmic and steady pace.
> With an encouraging kiss to the top of her head, you slide with her, running her nub onto the base a little harder than before.
> The effort does not go unappreciated, as it elicits a little moan from the light-yellow Pegasus with every stroke.
> Her moans crescendo as you switch your massage from the square of her back to the base of her wings. Each squeeze of her tensed musculature causes a brief flap of her wings followed by a lewd moan and a sloppy kiss to the collarbone.
> Though tense, due to their extended state, the base of her wings feels much more relaxed than before. And without thinking, you move outwards, running your fingers across the muscles in her wings and across her delicate plumage.
> This causes her kissing to increase in intensity; her little nub begins to offer more kisses each time it connects and every time she removes her lips to change spots on your chest you hear her pant between moans.
> Since you don’t really know much about preening, you stick to rubbing the musculature, and only occasionally do you run your fingertips through her feathers.
> But every time you do, you’re rewarded with another set of sloppy kisses and moaning from a clearly satisfied mare.
> After a few minutes of this routine, she bites down. Hard.
> With a final flutter, her wings begin to stiffen in your grasp and her moans increase dramatically.
> Your cock begins to twitch from all the sensations – the vibrations of her moaning into your chest and the feeling of her love button as it repeatedly kisses the base of your member.
> And finally, the feeling of her juices as it runs down the sides of your length, over your balls, and down your legs.
> Letting go of her wings, you wrap your arms around her barrel once more and gingerly kiss the top her head once more.
> It takes her a moment to catch her breath, and though she still pants heavily, she manages to squeak out a few words.
> “I-I… sh-should’ve… gotten… gotten you off f-first… S-sorry…”
“Hey, relax…”
> With a gentle smile, you cup her chin and lean in for a quick peck on the lips.
“I still had fun.”
> “Y-you… s-still didn’t… didn’t cum…”
> Smirking, you lean over slightly, just enough to reach the tip of her ears. With a small kiss, you whisper:
“Then make me.”
> You reposition your hands from around her barrel to cupping her flanks, bringing her up to eye level. She goes without resistance, letting her hooves go from resting on your back to behind your neck.
> And with no prompt, she uses her hooves to pull you into a deep kiss.
> In the midst of performing a tongue tango, you start to move, almost mindlessly, forward.
> Pulling out of the kiss, you take in her form; pressed up against the shower wall like this, you see her graceful wings extended to full, yet flush with the wall.
> And of course, the athletic and horny body writhing against your own.
> “Ooh, yes sir…”
> Seeing as she’s level with you, she takes this opportunity to plant a quick, yet sloppy kiss on your neck.
> “But… I think I’ll let you lead… to, you know, make up for earlier…”
“Hey, I thought I said not to worry about it.”
> She opens her mouth as though to say something, but you cut her off by moving in for another quick peck.
“Ah! Don’t. Worry.”
> What happens next catches you somewhat by surprise.
> Relaxing in your arms at your words, she then quickly uses her forelegs to pull you into a deep kiss – promptly invading your mouth with her broad tongue.
> Not to be outdone, you reciprocate and attempt to push back the invader.
> The efforts of your oral skirmishing have evidently left her out of breath, as with each micro-break she breathes in deeply.
> Which seems to be having one hell of an effect, as she starts to squirm a little. And then a little more.
> After a minute or so of this, it’s clear what the effects are, as she’s desperately grinding against you at this point.
> With a desperate whimper and a playfully sad look from your lover, you manage to break the kiss.
> Her dismay becomes delight as she begins to take note of what it is you’re doing – removing one hand from her flank, you press her into the wall and grab a hold of strapping manhood, which you’re now teasing her entrance with.
> She coos as you gently prod at her slick entrance. Biting her lower lip, she looks at you with pleading eyes.
> Not like you can say no to a face like that.
> With a few more teasing strokes, you’re satisfied at the amount of her juices you’ve slathered onto your cock. And very gently, you ease her down and ease yourself up.
> As you slowly hilt yourself, you can hear her trying hard, and failing, to suppress a moan.
> And you’re in the same boat – the way her soft ponut delicately kisses your balls as you hilt, the semi-hard ring returning the kiss of your tip – fuck, you can feel just how much pre you’re leaking into her right now.
> Giving you a lascivious grin, she wiggles her hips just a little. Eliciting a little moan from you as you savor the way the texture of her insides moves around your length.
> Intent on paying her back for that, you try to pull out for a long stroke.
> Her grin growing wider, she clamps her hind legs around the center of your back, effectively trapping you.
> With a grin of your own, you relax your attempts to remove yourself and slip right back inside.
> Doing what you can, you pull back as much as she’ll let you, before slamming it in as deep as you can go.
> And each time you pull back, her legs go taught trying to keep you from leaving. And each time you push in, her cunt clamps down in an effort to hold you there.
> At some point, the two of you turn this into a rhythm, making the shower water a backdrop to the sounds of a rhythmic slapping and of moans starting to crescendo.
> Pulling your head in, she once more goes for a sloppy kiss and, once connected, proceeds to moan into your mouth.
> Though you’ve only known her for about a night or so, you’re almost certain that’s a cue.
> Getting into the kiss your own self, you start to pull back less when you thrust – opting to keep her as filled as you possibly can.
> But before you can counter with tongue, she pulls herself away out of the kiss and nuzzles her head into your neck.
> Her hot breath tickles you ears as she pants between words.
> “Mnmmm… p-please… please cum in me… I… I n-need this… unf… yes…”
> She continues to plead between moans, prompting you to thrust harder. Which earns you satisfyingly louder moans and even more desperate begging.
> “M-more… more… c-cum… please… nnf…”
> It becomes harder and harder to resist her demands, especially when her moans start to increase in volume.
> At a point, she silences herself, brining you back into a deep kiss. Where she moans. Loudly.
> And then you feel it.
> The rush of marecum around and down your length and the gentle massage of her rapidly winking clit.
> With each kiss from her nub, you begin to smell it as well – the heady scent of needy mare.
> She’s actively trying to milk you at this point, doing what she can to coax the seed out of you.
> And with all her unconscious efforts, it doesn’t take much.
> Your balls are already hugging your body and you can feel something building.
> Plunging deep, she does what she can to trap you, using both her interior muscles and her legs.
> Kissing her cervix one final time, your vision is instantly filled with white – the feeling of searing hot pleasure courses through you entire body.
> Twitching, your cock deposits every ounce of your virility into her.
> Feeling the first jet as it splashes against her fertile insides, she begins to run her forehooves across the back of your head and pepper your face with kisses.
> Vainly you thrust forward, doing what you can to ensure that you pour every ounce of your virility into her.
> But all good things come to an end, and after some time you feel the steady stream of semen subside.
> Slumping against her form, she continues to pepper you with kisses wherever she’s able. And you, naturally, return the gesture.
> After painting her fertile insides like that, it’s the only thing you feel like you can do. Other than pant, of course.
> With a break to regain your composure, you eventually slip out of her, prompting her to clench.
> Which when it came time to actually shower, made cleaning around there much easier.
> Seriously, you’d hate to see the mess that much cum would make.

> Sitting down at your kitchen table in a bathrobe, cup of coffee in hand, you hear Blaze saunter up behind you.
> “Thanks… for everything.”
> As she plants a kiss on the back of your head, you reach around behind you and scratch her ears a bit.
> Nuzzling next to you neck, you turn your head a little bit in order to make eye contact.
> “I, uh, never expected you to be like this… most colts would’ve tried to fight me off… tried to run for help or call the cops… anything… but not you.”
> “…Why?”
> Well, that’s surprising to say the least. Might as well be honest.
“Well, back home, I didn’t get much action and I guess that kind of extended here. So, it’s not like it was unwelcome or anything, just… surprising, I guess.”
> “Well, you’re not the only one, then.”
> She punctuates her point with a quick kiss to your cheek.
> “You know, I never got your name sweetheart…”
“Anonymous.”
> “Anonymous… Anonymous…”
> The way she says your name, tries to commit it to memory... it’s pretty sincere for a mare that supposedly wanted a one night stand.
> But by the same token, you, miraculously, remembered hers.
> “-mous… Mind if I just call you Anon?”
> With a salacious smirk, you turn to look her in the eye as best you can.
“Well, Miss Blaze, you can call me anything you like.”
> Grinning back at you, she gives you a quick peck to the lips.
> “As much as I enjoy a colt that can keep up…”
> She pauses briefly to glance out the window. Judging by the position of the moon, it’s about thirty minutes or so ‘til dawn.
> “… And trust me, I REALLY enjoyed last night, but I should really get back to base before reveille.”
> As she stands by the door, she quickly flicks her tail, displaying her clenched marehood. Seems she kept your little ‘gift.’
“Really, like that…”
> Gesturing towards her marehood, causing her to smile coyly.
“… And thirty minutes before dawn? Hell, if I remember correctly, the base is –“
> “Hey, I’m a Wonderbolt, baby! I can do it, trust me.”
> Stepping out of the door, she pauses and then sticks her head back in.
> “Uhm, I’ll, uh, be back later today… to, uh, show you some REAL appreciation, seeing as… you know…”
> With a soft smile, you reply.
“Yeah, I’d like that. See you then.”
> Beaming, she shuts the door. From the other side you hear what sounds like flapping and the sounds of moving air.
> Taking a sip of coffee you gaze out the window and observe the light yellow blur as it makes its way down the streets.
> So, not only did you get some twice, you got it from a celebrity. And she’s probably your fuckbuddy at this point.
> Man, for a guy working two jobs, life is good.

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> You can just feel your athletic muscles tightening back up as you dust off from the railings of that cheap apartment complex.
> Damn shame, all Anon’s hard work undone like that.
> … Maybe you could get him to do it for you again?
> Picking up the pace, you begin to hear the wind whip by. With a flap of your wings, you push yourself just a little farther, turning any reflections of you into a blur.
> No! Can’t go getting ahead of yourself, girl.
> You’re Blaze. You’re a Wonderbolt. You’re more disciplined than that.
> Even if you kinda… sorta took what you needed.
> But it all worked out this time, right?
> He seems into you, which is good. He got into you, even better. And he left something in you, absolute best.
> And with no repercussions… right?
> Damn, it HAS been a while, hasn’t it? You can feel yourself starting to get a little wet just thinking about it again. 
> Oh, this airflow is so not helping.
> Maybe if you just spread your legs a bit like, this and oh… – OH SHIT!
> Taking a hard turn to avoid crashing, the world turns dark, like a black filter just got applied to it.
> Steadying yourself out, the world returns to its normal, vibrant state. Shaking your head, you mentally berate yourself for not spotting that skyscraper.
> Well, could be worse, seeing as that’s not the first time that’s happened.
> But on the bright side, nothing clears the head like a near miss.
> Which means you can still keep that, surprisingly large, measure of him clenched deep in you.
> Oh, Misty is gonna be so jealous.
> … And so is Sis, now that you think about it.
> Yeah, you might wanna keep this on the down-low.
> …
> Maybe.
> Glancing at the horizon, you estimate a good fifteen minutes or so before dawn. Plenty of time.
> Despite your buffer, you don’t slow down – if anything you speed up. You might not be as good as your Sis, but by Celestia you try to be.
>