>"Oh, golly!" the vanilla colored pony noted
>her magenta eyes focus down towards your tented pants
>"That there, uh, weapon for shootin'?" she teases playfully, giving a light wink
>you can't help but smile at the blonde mare and lightly pull her hat free
>the soft hair of that mane almost feels like silk between your fingers
>"Boy, howdy, if you keep on givin' these here flirts, may have to take ya on down to the station and give ya a what for!" March says, though you know she isn't serious
>it's impossible not to give a chuckle here or there at her accent while you keeping running your fingers through her mane
>the sweet pony from Whinnyapolis closes her eyes and leans in towards each grooming stroke you offer
>eventually, she lets her cheek brush against your palm and then down to your knee
>an easy feat with your crouched position before her
>the closeness seems to stir up more of that familiar tension below as she looks up to you and gives a quick glance to your loins
>"If'n you got some protection," she whispers, "well, maybe I'd be all okay with a spot of fun..."
>you can hardly believe she's okay with the act so casually
>"Just be careful now, dear? I may be a mare of strong actions when needed, but I am with foal, 'kay?" the mare mentions lightly with a nuzzle to your leg
>she was pregnant? You couldn't tell, though her appetite earlier could have been a hint
>"Oh, now, stop the worried look! I'll be fine, don't'cha know? Just gotta go easy, alrighty?"
>without the need for any further encouragement, you give her a nod and begin unfastening your belt
>the entire time, the pregnant mare watches your fingers work while giving occasional glances up to your eyes
>the closer you start getting to the act, you become much more aroused
>every second that passes by feels like minutes
>was it nerves? How could you be nervous with such an adorable and gorgeous mare before you?
>maybe it was the fact you simply wanted to impress the sweet pony
>she seemed to be just eager with her nuzzles to your knee and letting her cheek rub against your inner thigh
>even through your pants, you could feel the gentle warmth coming from her
>”I bet'cha it's a good one,” she commented while giving her flank a little wiggle
>she seemed awfully cute with her own eagerness
>without making her wait any longer, you tug the zipper down and let the tent of your boxers pop free
>the surprised, Whinnyapolis horse noises she made caused you to grin while you settled more to your knees
>her eyes shined as she looked over your lap and the comfy undergarment before one of her vanilla colored forelegs rose
>the hoof was gentle as it pressed the underside of your clothed tool and rubbed down a bit
>you couldn't remember such a sensation run through you like that caused
>there wasn't much delay as she leaned in and gave the thick knob a sniff
>then came that soft press of her tongue to the outline of your member, giving it a nudge with her tongue
>your grunts only encouraged the mare to continue while she pressed her muzzle along the belly of your rod
>letting the mare lead on seemed like the best idea until she proposed a change
>you allowed the sniffing and teasing licks to your shaft through the boxers for a while
>apparently, humans must smell and taste different than the stallions around Equestria
>or, she was just that into you
>that thought alone made you shudder when you felt just the tip of her tongue tickle to the underside of your length's head
>once she pulled back, you grinned and took a few easy breaths while, once again, grooming her mane with your fingers
>she seemed to really enjoy that a lot
>her head tilted and her body seemed to shift this way and that as you stroked one of her ears or rubbed the side of her neck
>once her tail gave a small flick, her eyes looked back up to you in a gentle gaze
>”I guess you don't got that there protection?” she asked, leaning in to nose at your stomach
>you can't help but admit the absence of one, hoping she understood
>”Well, you're a swell guy,” March states, shifting in place
>you lean forward and listen eagerly to what she has to say next
>”I'm guessing you wouldn't be taking advantage of this mare needing a bit of warmth for the time, would ya?” she asked, giving a bite to her bottom lip
>those eyes lingered far longer than needed on your lap before she gave a slow nod and smiled warmly
>”Well.. Okay, but don't be poking a mare like a pent up stallion,” the cute mare teased before smiling
>her head moved forward and that soft nose brushed below your navel as you feel those soft and gentle lips above the hem of your boxers
>a bit of a shift and you feel her press forward before front of your underwear pulls away and down
>you watch as the java stamped mare strips your boxers with her teeth, pulling them down as you help with your thumbs
>the cooler air meeting your now-bare loins is exhilarating and relieving
>her soft breath from her nose blows over the top of your shaft a few times in her attempt to strip you down
>before you can react, the pony's head dips once more to you and you feel her warm muzzle press to your very full orbs below
>a few light kisses and then that wet tongue draws one into her mouth, giving it a loving bath in her saliva
>as sensitive as they are, you're practically on cloud nine with the way she's handling them
>one slips free and the other gets a good lather of her spit with that tongue massaging all over it
>she seems almost infatuated with you as she repeats the process several times over with each one until looking up at you in a slight haze
>the pre that dribbled from the tip of your cock onto her brow seemed to pull her away from the fascination of your balls
>were pregnant mares always this horny? You had no clue, but that drooling ball bath could have put you over the edge easily if she kept up
>the air hitting your boys below is far cooler than the rest of your body
>that thick sheen of saliva made such a vast change in temperature
>”We'll get you sorted proper, yah?” she comments, tilting her head up and slowly dragging her tongue up along the belly of your bare shaft
>it was almost agonizingly slow, yet it felt perfect when she reached the head and those lips pressed to the tip
>your clear and silky pre smears against her lips like a gloss coating as she kisses the head and lids her eyes
>you try to give her the okay but she's already two steps ahead
>those same lips curl and roll, slipping over the end of your member as she accepts your girth within her warm mouth
>that tongue is just as lively with pleasing every inch she manages to slip past her suctioned barrier
>cradling the belly, she runs the wet muscle back and forth in eager massages
>her eyes close as her head tilts and twists to accommodate as much of you as she can, slathering that tool in her spittle
>from the underside to the sides, March keeps up her movements and tries coating as much of you she can
>the feeling is like nothing you've ever felt before
>her head pulls back in an attempt to reapply her efforts before starting to bob gently upon your rod
>that lust spire being expertly tended to is something you won't ever forget
>her head begins a good rhythm of bobbing in your lap, letting small noises escape a few times
>wet slurps or suckles are clear as day when you hear them and the mare seems to lost in the throes of passion for you
>whatever stallion had impregnated the lovely pony seemed to be the furthest thing from her mind
>those forelegs raised and the soft hooves of them rested gently to your hips as her head quickened in motions
>you can't help but place your hand over one of the off-white hooves and give it a few light pets
>your other hand manages to finds its way around the back of her head as she keeps working on giving you the best blowjob she can
>it wouldn't be long before she could push you over the edge using that skilled mouth
>you contemplate telling her to stop but hold back and just enjoy the moment
>no sense in rushing things
>the longer her oral skills go on, the harder it becomes for you to hold back
>a few times, those lips rolled up to just rest behind the crown of your length as her tongue swirled over the head repeatedly
>the amount of pre you felt you were constantly giving her made you nearly feel as if you were trying to drown her
>the sudden cool breeze along your shaft and slick pop from her mouth made you gasp
>”Don't be trying to hold back now, got it? I'm not shy mare when it comes to these here things,” she states with a wink
>instantly, her mouth closes over the tip and she swiftly starts plunging her head into your lap
>each motion is insane in the pleasure as those lips massage and squeeze at your girth the entire way, back and forth
>more of those wet grunts and groans can be heard as she does her best to drive you to your orgasm for her
>there's hardly any need for any encouragement at this point
>her hard work quickly pays off as you rub her head and enjoy the soft mane before tensing up
>she can feel those pulses your shaft gives as she slows down and suckles eagerly, nursing on your cock in need
>everything seems to stand still for a moment as you finally let that climax hit you and feel the rush of your semen flow out and into the willing mouth around the end
>rope after rope, you coat her tongue and splat her throat in white essence while she moans and smiles, swallowing every drop you have to offer her
>a small cough sends a bit of it along your balls but you could hardly care
>seems like a bit went down the wrong pipe in her excitement
>it's a few minutes before she finally starts to draw back, letting her lips drag and leftover seed off your cock until she lets it slip free
>you take some much needed breaths to try and calm down as the adorable pony looks up to you with a tilt of her head
>her eyes give that flick between your face and your lap, though much more glossy from the prior fun
>”Golly, you sure aren't a stallion,” she says and smiles, adding, “Your pecker hadn't even wilted now! Look at that! Hardest thing around even after use.”
>you have a hard time keeping yourself from snickering as she kisses your stomach and slowly begins to turn around
>”I don't know why I was so uppity on that condom,” she states while looking to you from over her shoulder
>you look her over and watch as that silky soft tail raises up, all for you
>”Not like I can get knocked up again, yah?” the mare mentions, blushing slightly
>you're tempted to ask who the lucky stallion was before she moves backwards, towards you
>”He wasn't too special, nah. Least, not at first, ya know? He understands,” she rambles on until just mere inches from your lap
>you listen but the focus is swiftly drawn to that winking entrance begging for a fill from another male
>how could you resist?
>the cup of joe on her flanks wobbled lightly as you lined up and held her waist
>the comfy feeling of her jacket let you get more of a grip with your fingers before pressing against the heated folds
>a soft gasp escaped her throat as she folded her ears back and gave you a light nod
>”I'm fine,” she mentions as casually as she can
>with the promised words, you lean forward and begin to sink into those blessed depths
>her outer folds part and squeeze down your shaft as you push further and further inside, loving how heavenly she feels
>the saliva and small traces of your seed make for an already easy venture as those wet and very accepting walls grip and massage along the way
>it's incredible with how good she feels and you only put half of it in
>you nearly stop to give her some breathing room until you hear her self-confident words again
>”I-I'm fine,” she stammers, panting and tilting her head down, waiting for you to continue
>you could probably decipher the phrase as 'Holy shit, you're huge!' from her tone
>a soft push and March gives out a small whinny, backing up against you while trying to claim more of your cock inside of her sopping, wet mare folds
>the pleasure is non-stop as you keep working your way into her until you finally feel that winking clit brushing your hardly depleted balls
>the insane grip her body has on you would bring you to your knees if you weren't already on them behind her
>you can't help but worry with the mare's gritted teeth from the initial penetration and ask if she's alright
>”Y-yah,” the vanilla pony groans and rolls her hips back to try and milk that flesh inside
>it's hardly the time to back out now
>you take a deep and slow breath before starting to roll your hips as you begin feeling the best sensation of your life
>those moist, needy walls cling to every bit of your just as excited prick
>every pull draws out a groan from the both of you with a slick noise
>as such, every thrust into the mare causes moans and gasps coupled with a light 'glorp' of your member invading her confines
>that soft tail stays to the side for the most part but eventually ease over to drape against your hip
>every hump into the willing mare feels like your entire body might go numb from the pleasure
>those soft, curved cheeks plant into your lap repeatedly as you mate with the pony and feel how perfect those two cushions are against you every time
>the more you keep working yourself inside, the more noises of such a lewd nature begin to take place
>no longer are the light slicks or gentle 'glorps' but full on sounds of such hard, passionate sex
>the soft pats of her supple plot meeting your lap become just as loud, though not as loud as the two of you moaning out together
>even her moans have that adorable accent mixed within
>her blonde mane bounces as she grunts and lets you tug on her jacket more to really fill her deep
>it's a side of her only two males will ever see of her, and you're quite the lucky one
>”Oh! Oh, g-golly!” she pants out, feeling you railing her precious mare pussy as she begins to draw near
>you've been having a hard time keeping yourself from going off early in her with how amazing she feels
>every thrust feels like it's going to be the one but you still manage to hang on and stay on the edge within her
>”D-don't gotta.. wait up on me, ya know!” the mare pants out
>you can't think of anything you want more right then as you lean over and wrap your arms around her waist snugly
>the feeling of your bodies so close together is amazing and feels so right
>her head tilts up, nuzzling to your neck and cheek as she pants and lets you rut her proper
>your shaft pushes and plunges her depths in ways she's been aching to feel since her impregnation
>her hormones have been driving her wild and you're the one that finally got to sate those desires
>the thrill of it all becomes too much as you give her some loving nuzzles back and give in
>the pleasure hits hard as you tense up and bury yourself to the hilt while hugging her tightly
>March gasps and milks your shaft quickly with her lust laden labia
>your member twitches and pulses inside, letting her walls massage every bit until you feel the first of many thick strands of pearly white bliss lay into her
>each rope of hot and heavy seed paints her walls and fills her up like she was meant to be
>as such, the feeling of your orgasm inside of her sets off her own climax as her own walls come crumbling down
>that gush of hot mare juice sprays your shaft and nearly drowns it before it coats your lap
>the feminine juices make a mess of you both as each sexual high is milked, pumped, and released until every drop was depleted
>you'll be smelling like her for a week
>the both of you stay still, panting heavily and smiling in the after glow of such powerful orgasms
>”Oh.. Oh, yah,” she coos out, letting her ears fold back before leaning up and kissing along your jawline and cheek
>you return the favor and hold her close, letting each other recuperate and relax
>it isn't long until she finally speaks up again
>”I don't know if I can… well, let's just say this mare's one happy gal,” she says with a giggle and asks, “You wanna come on down and take a ride with me for a while?”
>you couldn't think of anything greater and nod
>”Yah? I'll be needing a good scrub down later, too. I'll let you help out for being such a kind fella,” she says, kissing your cheek
>you could hardly wait to spend more time with your mare