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<div dir="ltr" class="mw-geshi mw-code mw-content-ltr"><div class="gettext source-gettext">&#160;<br />***HAWKTHORNE AND HAYHOOF PUBLICATIONS PRESENTS:<br /><br />A RASH AND RIBALD TALE OF BEAST AND BEAST, DOUBLE-BACKED;<br /><br />A TALE TO TITTILATE, A STORY TO SCANDALIZE --<br /><br />FOR THINE EYES ONLY!<br /><br />COPY-WRIT AND ENCHANTED 200th YEARE OF THE CELESTIAN ERA, SEVENTH MONTHE, TWENTIETHE DAY.***<br /><br />**A NOTICE FROM THINE PUBLISHER:<br /><br />THE FORMER VERSION OF THIS TALE, WHICH WAS DEEMED NOT TO THE TASTES OF CERTAIN SENSITIVE AND WOMANLY STALLIONS, HATH BEENE INCLUDED AFTER THE END OF THIS NEW &amp; REVISED VERSION, UNDER THE HEADING &quot;ORIGINALE.&quot;**<br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Come on,&quot; she says, leading you up the narrow stairs, flicking her silky, chocolate-red tail against your hands, your face.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Her crimson panties are concealing, but the outline beneath them is telling.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Even more so is the movement of that outline, and the ever-so-slight dampening of the fabric around it.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Those socks on her hooves look nice, too, you must say.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;For something so alien, something you've so long wondered about yet has slightly intimidated you, this is surprisingly... exciting.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Your heart rate has calmed down a bit; you coast up the stairs and toward the bedroom door with all the wonder and curiosity of a kid being lead to a fantasy wonderland, a world of imagination.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You hope Gene Wilder won't be in there, though.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The man is dead.</span><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Wait -- she's turned.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She's saying something.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Focus.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;... towel?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;A towel! Yes! Of course!</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;... yeah. Of course.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;For...</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;...</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Well, it's probably important.</span><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You duck into the bathroom on the side of the hall and take a nice, deep crimson one.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She looks satisfied.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She nods toward the door and goes in.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You follow.</span><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You shut the door behind you.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The bedroom's lit only by the glow of the woodstove and a candle on the nightstand.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;It's always lit like this, but tonight the contrast between the light of the fire and the darkest corners seems... extreme.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The glow of the bed, the sheets, the stack of pillows, of her... it seems like the only safe place, like a closed, intimate space inside the space of the room.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You go to it like a moth.</span><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She lies on her side, waiting for you.</span><br />&quot;I... I have the towel.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;She smiles.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Give it here.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You do so.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She lays it out, folds it once, positions it where your butt would ordinarily sit on the bed.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Sheets must be expensive or something. Okay.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She looks back at you.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;You wanna...&#160;?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She gestures at her shoulder as if to remove a phantom garment.</span><br />&quot;Y-yeah.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;You unbutton your shirt and peel it off.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;It's no big deal -- you rarely sleep with it -- but, still she lights up blushing.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Your pants you do away with in the same manner, and, finally, your boxers.</span><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She doesn't look overly concerned about your... equipment.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Maybe she takes a quick glance, just to verify it looks like what she expected.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Must be so. She looks satisfied.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Probably not even a big deal to have it out.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;They're always naked, after all.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Fuck, you could probably be like this in public.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You don't think the intimacy of the gesture is lost on her, though.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She lets out a moan and scooches back on the bed, making room for you.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;... come in?&quot;</span><br />&quot;Yeah.&quot;<br /><br />...<br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Her panties are already gone.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She had faced her rear toward you and wiggled her hips tantalizingly.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You removed them and flung them into a corner.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;It's a view you've gotten before, and it doesn't look much different now, but something about the ceremony of revealing it yourself arouses you.</span><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The socks were kept on.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You like the socks.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The cuddling's gotten intense, and her hooves would otherwise be digging into your legs right now.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You've been kissing for minutes straight, only pausing briefly for breath.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Her taut belly and soft coat have been rubbing on you all the while. You're almost painfully hard.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She definitely feels it, shifting this way and that each time you think you might have a moment's rest.</span><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You get breaks by returning the favor, reaching down and rubbing her flanks, then her hind legs, her ass...</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Then moving in with your ring and middle finger and tracing gentle circles around her pussy.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;At this, she relaxes, putting her head on your shoulder, panting, flicking her tail up across her back to give you unhindered access.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Occasionally, she convulses as if she has light hiccups, but the center of the motion is... further south.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You think you know what it is.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You've read about it, after all.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;...</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Yes, because you looked up some pony sex-ed resources in anticipation of this.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You fuckin' nerd.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;God, Moondancer had blushed so hard when she brought you tea in the reading nook and caught you with that.</span><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Anyway... the foreplay you've read about so far seems to be working.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Maybe time to confirm your earlier suspicion.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You move your fingers further in, touch her lips for the first time, and rub her vulva.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She makes a little, high pitched noise; she twitches again, and you feel her wink.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;It lasts a second. You feel heat radiating from inside her as her lips part, and her clit comes up, touching one of your fingers, causing her to spasm.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;It's... it's all very wet.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;God, is it wet.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You understand now why the towel was necessary.</span><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Oh... p-please... I can't...&quot;</span><br />&quot;Hm?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;I need you to-AHHN! Ah... oh, Cel-hnn!&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You had plunged your ring and middle fingers into her hot, wet vagina.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You kiss her neck as you stroke her inner walls, trying to gauge her reactions, make it as good as possible for her.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;In between her fast, shallow breaths and whimpers in your ear, she whispers things you'd never repeat in civilized company.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Unless that company wanted to know a lot about your fingers and how they compare to the toys she usually stuffs her pussy and anus with when she's in heat.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;And... just so you know. Th-there's... there'll... it'll be wet. Not too much. But, uh... the towel...&quot;</span><br />&quot;It's cool. I did my research. I know what I'm getting into.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;She pauses in her pleasure to look at you incredulously for a second.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Research?!&quot;</span><br />&quot;Yep.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Nerd.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She kisses you, then leans in:</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Good planning,&quot; she whispers.</span><br /><br />...<br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;It's time.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You've thought a lot about, well, what positions would be comfortable to try, so you explain &quot;Reverse Cowgirl&quot; to her.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She nods, smiles, kisses you... assumes the position.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You're pressing up against her, still hard as a rock.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You had thought from looking at her it would be... like nice leather? But it's incredibly soft, supple...</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Also, you know, drenched.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You have time for maybe a second of self-reflection before the act. Better use it.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Once it's in, that's it, Anon.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You'll have crossed the line you can't cross back across.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;A taboo you still cling to or a new frontier, depending on your point of view.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;... shit, haven't you already thought over this question a million times? Come to the same conclusion every time?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She's looking at you with more love and desire than you've ever seen from anyone, Anon.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;And, God, she's horny.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;What the fuck would happen if you just left her in this state?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Lives could be lost.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You-</span><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She lowers herself onto you.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She's tight, hot, and wet, and, after a few seconds, you're hilted.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She feels amazing.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Your head rolls back as your nerves fire and various centers of your brain reboot to handle all the input.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She looks like she's having as good a time. Her vocals are seized, but her expression and body language say everything.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You give into instinct and begin to thrust.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Neither of you can speak for a bit.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Hell, you can barely even think.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;All you hear is a wet, repetitive noise each time you withdraw or push into her.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;All you see is her glistening vulva, stretching and contracting to fit you as you move.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;If her coat is a creamy coffee color, it's more... black coffee, you guess.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Same for her anus, which... it took some getting used to, but the way it puffs out is pleasing, you admit.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You hadn't worried too much about the fit, since, you figured, the size difference wasn't that huge...</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;But you hadn't expected it to be perfect.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She's tight enough that you can just hilt yourself, and each time you do she contracts, squeezing you, keeping you in her hot, wet cunt a moment before you withdraw, give yourself a breath, and thrust back into her.</span><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;... something's missing, though.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;At one point, you each need a breather; you both stop, leaving your rock-hard length half-immersed inside her.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;I... I wanna see you.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Me too.&quot;</span><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Her legs can't wrap all the way around your waist, but they accommodate it as you hold her to you, looking in her eyes, pushing and pulling in and out of her beautiful pussy, which you now have no perception on except the hot, warm, wet, enveloping feel, its responses to each of your movements...</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You're both silent for a while until, suddenly, she moans, hugging you as tight as she can (somehow, your ribs survive), squeezing your cock and gushing fluid.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She kisses you.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You've manage to balance on the edge for a while, but you know, even if it hasn't fully hit you yet, that the point of no return just occurred.</span><br />&quot;Oh God. I... I'm gonna...&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;She squeezes you and hugs you with her legs, coaxing you to push yourself in as deep as you can go.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;It takes a moment of silence, hugging her and grinding yourself in her pulsating depths, wondering if you really hit it, before, finally, your orgasm hits.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You bury your face in her neck and come over and over inside her.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;It's been a while and it does not stop soon. You count half a dozen thick, full spurts and it's still coming.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She croons in your ear, complimenting the volume.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Finally, it wanes down. It's dripping out of her even before you withdraw.</span><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Your right thigh, from your pelvis to your knee, is... slick.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She wasn't kidding about the wetness.</span><br />&quot;I'm glad you suggested the towel.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;It's customary. I hope you're not... uh, grossed out, or... anything.&quot;</span><br />&quot;It felt amazing, so, no.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Oh!&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She blushes and kisses your forehead.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;I'm g-glad you liked it.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She rubs her nose with yours.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;... means you did a good job, too.&quot;</span><br />&quot;Glad I did well. Share your review with all the other-OW.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;She socks you for that dumb joke.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You kiss her.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;I'm... gonna have trouble walking. For a bit.&quot;</span><br />&quot;Will I have to carry you?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;She laughs.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;To the bathroom, how about? A little rinse-off is usually the custom now.&quot;</span><br />&quot;I'd be concerned if it wasn't.<br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You each stand under a room-temperature stream of water in the shower for a while, until you're both sure you could go outside if you needed to without causing a public biohazard.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You leave the towel to soak in the tub.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;It did its duty well.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The bed's pristine.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Not a trace of... anything.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Man.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;If you ever need to murder a fucker, you should ask her to lend a hoof.</span><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The two of you lie in the dark and the dim, remaining fire of the woodstove for an hour, maybe two, just looking at each other.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You might even drift off for a few minutes here and there. After the third time, you stop sweating over whether you're dreaming or not.</span><br />&quot;I love you.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;You finally said it.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Screw anxiety over whether the moment was right, man. Good for you. It's what you feel, even if she might not-</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;I love you too!&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She scooches towards you.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You hug her as tight as you can.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She nuzzles your neck.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You coo words in each other's ears and stay like this a few minutes.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Finally, you acknowledge you're tired as hell.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The time seems right to let the night go on.</span><br /><br />&quot;Good night.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;G'night!&quot;</span><br /><br />**ORIGINALE**<br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Come on,&quot; she says, leading you up the narrow stairs, flicking her silky, chocolate-red tail against your hands, your face.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Her crimson panties are concealing, but the outline beneath them is telling.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Even more so is the movement of that outline, and the ever-so-slight dampening of the fabric around it.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Those socks on her hooves look nice, too, you must say.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;For something so alien, something you've so long wondered about yet has slightly intimidated you, this is surprisingly... exciting.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Your heart rate has calmed down a bit; you coast up the stairs and toward the bedroom door with all the wonder and curiosity of a kid being lead to a fantasy wonderland, a world of imagination.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You hope Gene Wilder won't be in there, though.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The man is dead.</span><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Wait -- she's turned.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She's saying something.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Focus.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;... towel?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;A towel! Yes! Of course!</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;... yeah. Of course.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;For...</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;...</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Well, it's probably important.</span><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You duck into the bathroom on the side of the hall and take a nice, deep crimson one.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She looks satisfied.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She nods toward the door and goes in.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You follow.</span><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You shut the door behind you.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The bedroom's lit only by the glow of the woodstove and a candle on the nightstand.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;It's always lit like this, but tonight the contrast between the light of the fire and the darkest corners seems... extreme.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The glow of the bed, the sheets, the stack of pillows, of her... it seems like the only safe place, like a closed, intimate space inside the space of the room.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You go to it like a moth.</span><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She lies on her side, waiting for you.</span><br />&quot;I... I have the towel.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;She smiles.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Give it here.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You do so.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She lays it out, folds it once, positions it where your butt would ordinarily sit on the bed.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Sheets must be expensive or something. Okay.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She looks back at you.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;You wanna...&#160;?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She gestures at her shoulder as if to remove a phantom garment.</span><br />&quot;Y-yeah.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;You unbutton your shirt and peel it off.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;It's no big deal -- you rarely sleep with it -- but, still she lights up blushing.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Your pants you do away with in the same manner, and, finally, your boxers.</span><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She doesn't look overly concerned about your... equipment.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Maybe she takes a quick glance, just to verify it looks like what she expected.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Must be so. She looks satisfied.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Probably not even a big deal to have it out.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;They're always naked, after all.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Fuck, you could probably be like this in public.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You don't think the intimacy of the gesture is lost on her, though.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She lets out a moan and scooches back on the bed, making room for you.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;... come in?&quot;</span><br />&quot;Yeah.&quot;<br /><br />...<br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Her panties are already gone.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She had faced her rear toward you and wiggled her hips tantalizingly.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You removed them and flung them into a corner.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;It's a view you've gotten before, and it doesn't look much different now, but something about the ceremony of revealing it yourself arouses you.</span><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The socks were kept on.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You like the socks.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The cuddling's gotten intense, and her hooves would otherwise be digging into your legs right now.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You've been kissing for minutes straight, only pausing briefly for breath.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Her taut belly and soft coat have been rubbing on you all the while. You're almost painfully hard.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She definitely feels it, shifting this way and that each time you think you might have a moment's rest.</span><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You get breaks by returning the favor, reaching down and rubbing her flanks, then her hind legs, her ass...</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Then moving in with your ring and middle finger and tracing gentle circles around her pussy.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;At this, she relaxes, putting her head on your shoulder, panting, flicking her tail up across her back to give you unhindered access.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Occasionally, she convulses as if she has light hiccups, but the center of the motion is... further south.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You think you know what it is.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You've read about it, after all.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;...</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Yes, because you looked up some pony sex-ed resources in anticipation of this.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You fuckin' nerd.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;God, Moondancer had blushed so hard when she brought you tea in the reading nook and caught you with that.</span><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Anyway... the foreplay you've read about so far seems to be working.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Maybe time to confirm your earlier suspicion.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You move your fingers further in, touch her lips for the first time, and rub her vulva.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She makes a little, high pitched noise; she twitches again, and you feel her wink.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;It lasts a second. You feel heat radiating from inside her as her lips part, and her clit comes up, touching one of your fingers, causing her to spasm.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;It's... it's all very wet.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;God, is it wet.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You understand now why the towel was necessary.</span><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Oh... p-please... I can't...&quot;</span><br />&quot;Hm?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;I need you to-AHHN! Ah... oh, Cel-hnn!&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You had plunged your ring and middle fingers into her hot, wet vagina.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You kiss her neck as you stroke her inner walls, trying to gauge her reactions, make it as good as possible for her.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;In between her fast, shallow breaths and whimpers in your ear, she whispers things you'd never repeat in civilized company.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Unless that company wanted to know a lot about your fingers and how they compare to the toys she usually stuffs her pussy and anus with when she's in heat.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Or about her propositioning to shit on you, &quot;-ONLY if, you'd, uh, you know, you'd, uh, like... f-forget I said anything.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You suggest discussing that tomorrow.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You both understand that means &quot;no, but thanks for the offer.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Ok. But, just so you know, Th-there's... there'll... I'll probably pee. Not a lot. But, uh... the towel...&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Nothing has ever so adorably told you that it is going to piss on you.</span><br />&quot;It's cool. I did my research. I know what I'm getting into.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;She pauses in her pleasure to look at you incredulously for a second.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Research?!&quot;</span><br />&quot;Yep.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Nerd.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She kisses you, then leans in:</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Good planning,&quot; she whispers.</span><br /><br />...<br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;It's time.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You've thought a lot about, well, what positions would be comfortable to try, so you explain &quot;Reverse Cowgirl&quot; to her.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She nods, smiles, kisses you... assumes the position.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You're pressing up against her, still hard as a rock.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You had thought from looking at her it would be... like nice leather? But it's incredibly soft, supple...</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Also, you know, drenched.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You have time for maybe a second of self-reflection before the act. Better use it.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Once it's in, that's it, Anon.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You'll have crossed the line you can't cross back across.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;A taboo you still cling to or a new frontier, depending on your point of view.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;... shit, haven't you already thought over this question a million times? Come to the same conclusion every time?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She's looking at you with more love and desire than you've ever seen from anyone, Anon.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;And, God, she's horny.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;What the fuck would happen if you just left her in this state?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Lives could be lost.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You-</span><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She lowers herself onto you.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She's tight, hot, and wet, and, after a few seconds, you're hilted.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She feels amazing.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Your head rolls back as your nerves fire and various centers of your brain reboot to handle all the input.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She looks like she's having as good a time. Her vocals are seized, but her expression and body language say everything.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You give into instinct and begin to thrust.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Neither of you can speak for a bit.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Hell, you can barely even think.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;All you hear is a wet, repetitive noise each time you withdraw or push into her.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;All you see is her glistening vulva, stretching and contracting to fit you as you move.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;If her coat is a creamy coffee flavor, it's more... black coffee, you guess.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Same for her anus, which... it took some getting used to, but the way it puffs out is pleasing, you admit.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You hadn't worried too much about the fit, since, you figured, the size difference wasn't that huge...</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;But you hadn't expected it to be perfect.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She's tight enough that you can just hilt yourself, and each time you do she contracts, squeezing you, keeping you in her hot, wet cunt a moment before you withdraw, give yourself a breath, and thrust back into her.</span><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;... something's missing, though.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;At one point, you each need a breather; you both stop, leaving your rock-hard length half-immersed inside her.</span><br />&quot;I... I wanna see you.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Me too.&quot;</span><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Her legs can't wrap all the way around your waist, but they accommodate it as you hold her to you, looking in her eyes, pushing and pulling in and out of her beautiful pussy, which you now have no perception on except the hot, warm, wet, enveloping feel, its responses to each of your movements...</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You're both silent for a while until, suddenly, she moans, hugging you as tight as she can (somehow, your ribs survive), squeezing your cock and gushing fluid.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She kisses you.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You've manage to balance on the edge for a while, but you know, even if it hasn't fully hit you yet, that the point of no return just occurred.</span><br />&quot;Oh God. I... I'm gonna...&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;She squeezes you and hugs you with her legs, coaxing you to push yourself in as deep as you can go.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;It takes a moment of silence, hugging her and grinding yourself in her pulsating depths, wondering if you really hit it, before, finally, your orgasm hits.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You bury your face in her neck and come over and over inside her.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;It's been a while and it does not stop soon. You count half a dozen thick, full spurts and it's still coming.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She croons in your ear, complimenting the volume.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Finally, it wanes down. It's dripping out of her even before you withdraw.</span><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;... oh! I'm, uh... this is the part where...&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Oh, right.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You make sure the towel's in position.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She bites her lip, avoiding your gaze but occasionally making brief, assuring eye contact as she shudders and urinates on your thigh.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;It streams down and soaks the towel, but not all the way through.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;It's not the first thing you'd have asked for if it was optional, but, you admit, it feels nice.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;M-more than usual. Means you did a good job. Hee!&quot;</span><br />&quot;G-glad I did well. Share your review with the others-ow!&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;She socks you for that dumb joke.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;A little rinse-off is usually the custom, now.&quot;</span><br />&quot;I'd be concerned if it wasn't.&quot;<br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You each stand under a room-temperature stream of water in the shower for a while, until you're both sure you could go outside if you needed to without causing a public biohazard.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You leave the towel to soak in the tub.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;It did its duty well.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The bed's pristine.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Not a trace of... anything.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Too clean, really.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;In the initial afterglow, you admit, you had kind of liked the... musk.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You'll mention it next time.</span><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The two of you lie in the dark and the dim, remaining fire of the woodstove for an hour, maybe two, just looking at each other.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You might even drift off for a few minutes here and there. After the third time, you stop sweating over whether you're dreaming or not.</span><br />&quot;I love you.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;You finally said it.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Screw anxiety over whether the moment was right, man. Good for you. It's what you feel, even if she might not-</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;I love you too!&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She scooches towards you.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You hug her as tight as you can.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She nuzzles your neck.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You coo words in each other's ears and stay like this a few minutes.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Finally, you acknowledge you're tired as hell.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The time seems right to let the night go on.</span><br /><br />&quot;Good night.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;G'night!&quot;</span></div></div>




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