A Lovely Picnic
Warm, dappled sunlight filtered through the leaves of the apple trees on the outskirts of Sweet Apple Acres. Birds chirped in greeting to Fluttershy, my little pony lover, and she greeted several of them as they appeared. I rested my hand on her yellow-furred neck, and she kept a wing against my back. It was mid-morning. We strolled through the woods toward the cottage at the edge of town.
We turned in a direction I didn't expect. "Is this the way?" I asked her.
"I just thought it would be nice to have a picnic brunch. It's such a lovely morning." She smiled up at me. "I've already set up everything so you don't have to worry about a thing."
"That sounds great, sweetie," I smiled back at her.
Fluttering up to my height, she kissed me lightly, then deeply. "Mmmm. What is that taste...it's, um," she blushed, and whispered, "it's really turning me on."
"Well, actually," a lump came to my throat, "it's Applejack. Her, uh, vagina." I had, earlier that morning, made love to AJ, and to my surprise I found that Fluttershy didn't mind. Was excited, in fact, that I had bonded with one of her dearest friends.
She trembled a bit, losing some height. She blushed and looked away while a forehoof brushed lightly between her hind legs for a fleeting moment. Then she landed in my arms, one leg over my shoulder while the opposite hoof held the back of my head. She kissed me passionately, her tongue exploring inside my mouth. Her velvety nose brushed my cheek. She broke away from the kiss and fixed me with a blank look from within her long, beautiful lashes. "I...I," she whispered so softly I could barely hear her over the wind in the leaves, "I really like it."
After a pregnant moment, she left my embrace and we continued on. Soon I could hear a small stream flowing nearby, and she led me to a secluded clearing. A red-and-white checkered blanket was already laid out next to the stream. On it was a wicker picnic basket. She motioned for me to sit, so I plopped down, cross-legged, on the blanket. She took the handle of the picnic basket in her mouth, laid it close to me, and then lay down with her head in my lap, her pink mane spilling across my legs.
She reached over to open the top of the basket and pulled out a slice of watermelon, offering it to me. I reached for it, but she playfully batted my hand away with her other hoof. "I want to feed you like one of my animal friends," She giggled almost imperceptibly. "Usually I invite them to my picnics, but I thought it would be nice if it was just you and me today."
I smiled broadly, letting my arms rest behind myself to support my weight. I leaned forward and took a bite. To have it so ripe this early in the year, it must have been imported, or maybe magic was involved. In any case, it was much sweeter than I expected, and extremely juicy. The juice dribbled down my chin and down my neck. She watched me expectantly, love in her big, turquoise eyes. I smiled at her as I chewed, then awkwardly spat out a seed. She smiled warmly at this, then took a bite herself, letting the juices run down the fur of her muzzle. We went on like this, her head in my lap, feeding me a bite, giggling as I spit out the seeds, and taking a bite herself, until this and two more slices of watermelon were gone. The stream trickled on beside us, and fish splashed in the water.
Then she brought out two raisin-filled muffins, munching on one and holding another aloft for me to eat from her hoof. It was very good, with an oaty texture and cinnamon. I quickly finished it, and licked the crumbs from the frog of her hoof while she gazed up at me from under heavy lids, biting her lower lip.
I swallowed the last of the crumbs. "That was really good. Did you make them?"
"Oh, I wish I could bake like that. No, I picked them up from Sugarcube Corner this morning."
It was lucky I didn't have any muffin in my mouth then, or I would have choked on it. Thankfully, she had prepared a jug of freshly-squeezed orange juice for us to share. She sat up and leaned her back into me. Sitting down, she was actually slightly taller than me, but she leaned just enough so our heads were at the same height. She gave me the jug. The juice was warm, tart, and pulpy; it was the perfect thing to wash down the muffin. She drank some herself, and set the jug aside.
"And now, for the best part," she was clearly excited as she drew out a bowl of plump, dark red strawberries. She followed it up with a jar, and, using her teeth, she pulled out a honey wand and slowly drizzled golden honey over the berries.
"I should tell you, we humans really like strawberries, but we don't eat the stems."
She giggled. "You sure are strange, aren't you?" She replaced the honey wand and smiled at me playfully. "That's OK, Jack. I'll eat the stems." She took one, stem first, in her mouth, and held it close to me. A trail of golden, viscous liquid trailed from it. I bit into it slowly, feeling the breath of her nostrils on my face. The sweet spice of the honey blended with the fresh taste of firm, ripe strawberry, and I chewed it slowly, while she chewed on her end. Her muzzle had a trail of honey on it, so I kissed her face, licking the honey from her soft, smooth fur, which still smelled of watermelon. She gasped in pleasure and pinned her ears back.
She smiled at me and almost--but not quite--giggled.
She buried her muzzle deeper into the bowl of strawberries to retrieve another, which I gladly bit and savored. Her muzzle was coated with even more honey this time. As she was still chewing the other half of the berry, I licked honey from her muzzle, especially enjoying the softness of her nose as I did so.
Birds chirped, and squirrels tittered. The sun slowly rose in the sky, warming us.
"Here, you feed me one." Sitting up straight, she pushed the bowl closer to me, and I selected a large berry off the top, placing it halfway in my mouth and offering it to her. "Oh, my, I don't think it has enough honey on it." She took the honey wand in her mouth again, dripping honey everywhere, across her breast and girth, and on my nose more than the berry. She replaced the wand in the jar and bit at the strawberry, swallowing it quickly. With urgency, she placed her muzzle over my nose, her rough tongue snaking the honey away. She kissed the honey from my chin and lips. Before I finished chewing, she found her way into my mouth, where our tongues entwined in a sweet, fruit-flavored kiss.
"Oh, dear," she said in mock exasperation, "I seem to have gotten honey on myself." She looked down at her body, and then languidly lay out on her back so I could get a look. A trail of the golden, sticky liquid ran down her body from her neck to her teats. Lying down next to her, I began lapping it up, starting at the top and slowly working my way down to her sparsely furred, soft belly. She held my head down with a trembling forehoof, urging me on. I licked the spicy-sweet, viscous liquid from her small, soft teats, and she moaned. I looked up to her, and found her looking down at me, her mouth parted slightly. A strand of hair lay across her face.
"It's my turn," she whispered. In one fluid movement, she rolled onto her front side and pushed me onto my back. I didn't mind the lumpy ground under the blanket at all, given the circumstances. She nuzzled my erection through my jeans, and teasingly closed her teeth at the tip, giving me a naughty look through one eye, the other hidden behind her luxurious pink mane. She released my member from her bite and slowly but skillfully unbuttoned my pants with her mouth. I held my breath as, with agonizing slowness, she drew down my zipper. I raised my hips slightly while she used her hooves to pull down my pants and underwear. My cock flopped out, and she eyed it hungrily while she dragged my clothes to my knees.
Admiring my manhood with open-mouthed lust, she brought her wings forward, teasing my balls and shaft with the delicate tips of her primary feathers, brushing along my length and cupping my sack. The delicate fringe of feathers lightly tickled at my urethra, then stroked down my length and onto my inner thigh. My veins throbbed. I gasped, bringing a slight smile to her her face. She teased me with the tips of her feathers for quite some time, until it felt like my balls would explode with anticipation. It felt amazing, and a runnel of precum formed, but there was no way it was going to get me off. I started rocking my hips, the look on my face surely begging her for release, but she had eyes only for what rose from between my legs. She bit her lip as she stared at my parts, eyes desperate.
After one last breath of feathers along my length, she rose and retrieved the honey wand. Holding it sideways in her teeth, she drizzled the sun-warmed liquid all over my crotch. After replacing the wand, she looked at me from the corner of her eye and said, "I want a taste."
Fluttershy knelt on her forelegs, her luxurious mane falling around my hips and sticking in the honey there. Her butt stayed up in the air, swaying slightly in time with her gently wagging tail. She laid her head sideways on my legs, looking up at me with heavy-lidded turquoise eyes, and began to slowly lap the honey from my sack. I ran a hand through her mane, brushing it out of her eyes so I could get a better look, and kept stroking her soft hair as she slowly licked further up. She licked at the honey on my belly, just under my dick, the stickiness from my rod getting on her cheek in the process. The fur of her face brushed against my manhood. I let go of her silky hair, letting it drape across my belly while I watched the pink butterflies on her flanks, almost mesmerized by their gentle motions.
Birds chirped nearby, but I could barely hear them. Arousal focused my attention like a laser on the yellow pony at my crotch. A cloud briefly covered the sun, dimming the light, and passed on.
My lover shifted her attention to the base of my cock, smacking at it with her mouth sideways, as if she was sucking butter from corn on the cob. She worked her way slowly up my shaft this way, open-mouthed kisses at the girth of my member, her mane slowly trailing up my body in the process. When she reached the head, she opened her mouth, holding my cock up with her lower lip. She licked at the tip, and lingered, closing her eyes in apparent ecstasy as she tasted my pre. Balanced precariously on her mouth, it was a wonder it didn't flop onto my belly. She licked gingerly at the slit of my urethra, once more, slowly dragging her tongue across the hole. A soft moan escaped her. Her haunches shuddered and her lashes fluttered open. She then held me in a playful, smiling bite, with just the barest pressure, half the head gripped between her teeth while she peeked at me from the corner of her eye, half-hidden by her pink mane.
Then the little yellow pony closed her long-lashed eyes and took the tip completely into her mouth. She massaged my glans with her tongue and sucked on it, dimples forming on her cheeks. She let my manhood slip from her mouth, and fixed me with a seductive look as she dragged her tongue up my length. She closed her eyes again, sucking on half the glans. Her forelegs gripped at my waist, and her hind legs stepped forward slightly as she shifted her balance. Her ass still in the air, she swished her tail around alluringly, letting the long pink hair of it drape across her back before gradually pulling it back and revealing her gorgeous curves.
She took the tip of my cock in her mouth again and went down half my length. Her tongue twirled around my shaft as she sucked hard again, and slowly moved her lips back up to the tip. My cock slipped from her mouth with a smacking sound. She moved her head lower and began to lick the golden honey from my sack. She put one testicle in her mouth, sucking hard enough that I was on the verge of pain, but she held back from that just barely. The sensation was so intense, I dug my fingers hard into the checkered blanket and the ground underneath, gasping, every muscle in my body tightened. Softly, she let it roll from her muzzle, and I relaxed. Fluttershy licked again, and took the other testicle into her mouth, sucking just a little harder this time. I cried out slightly at the hint of pain, and the muscles of her mouth relaxed. She bit gently at the skin of my sack and looked up at me with a face of feigned innocence, as if to say, "Did I do something naughty?" My body shook, and I looked at her with pure love--and barely contained arousal.
She stood up completely and turned her rear end toward me, swishing her tail playfully across my naked lap. Her throbbing, pink vulva opened wide, slick with her wetness. She looked back at me with an intense, desperate gaze, biting her lip. She whispered, "I cleaned out my..."
"What?"
"I, um," her face and ears turned red, "cleaned out my, my," her voice dropped to a barely audible whisper, "butthole."
Just when I thought I couldn't get any harder, I did. I rose to my knees and leaned my head forward. I caressed the sleek fur of her hindquarters, squeezing them gently as I brought my face closer. Heat radiated from her sex, and the overwhelming scent nearly drove me mad, but I held my raging hard-on at bay for the moment. Instead, I licked gently on the inner curve of her buttocks, just for a moment. I reached over and took the honey wand in my right hand. Holding her tail up with my left, I drizzled it on the raised donut of her anus. It was soon glazed with golden, viscous liquid, dripping down. One turquoise eye looked back at me questioningly. I replaced the wand and set to work, dragging my tongue around her asshole, circumnavigating it. Having completed that journey, my tongue traveled to the center, just penetrating her asshole as I wrapped my lips around her ponut. I tasted the spicy sweetness of the honey. She let out low moans as my tongue slowly moved in and out of her. The honey soon gone, I slowly brought my lips back together, dragging them across her asshole and bringing them together.
I moved my tongue down, licking honey from her inner leg and buttocks. I licked her pussy clean with deliberate slowness. Then, I began greedily lapping at her pink entrance, my nose prodding at her asshole. An improbably generous stream of warm fluid coated my mouth. Fluttershy shuddered and squeaked, rocking her plot against my face and brushing her tail over my the back of my head, draping it across my shoulders and back. Her juices dripped from my chin, and I buried my tongue in her as deep as it would go. Then I moved my tongue down, licking her clit. Her entire body jumped from the shock. She cried out, wordlessly at first, but her barely-restrained screams soon turned to a chorus of "Fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck me!"
I brought my head up, and scooted forward on my knees. I rubbed my cock between her legs, relishing the softness of her underbelly while her pussy dripped copious quantities on the base of my cock, soon coating it completely. I traced a hand along the length of her spine, from neck to tail, and around the curve of her plot before reaching down to my own throbbing dick. I aimed it at her waiting vagina, and began prodding it gently.
Suddenly she pulled away, shaking her head. The yellow pegasus looked back at me. "Not there," she intoned. She moved her rump around, seeking, until her ponut found my member, almost kissing it. "There," she said, with finality, sending a physical wave of excitement up my spine. She nodded toward the picnic basket. "There's, um, something else in the basket."
Curiously, I reached in. My hand soon found a small bottle of clear liquid. Later, I would smile at the idea of my timid lover going into a shop to buy an enema and a bottle of sex lube. At the time, no such thought crossed my mind. I simply popped open the lid and poured it where it was needed, using my hand to get complete coverage, and then tossed the bottle aside.
Her one visible eye watched me intently. I prodded my well-lubed cock at her asshole. At first it wouldn't budge, but slowly Fluttershy relaxed as I prodded, working the tip in tiny circles to try to make some headway. Finally, I pushed the tip inside, and then the entire head into her incredibly tight hole. Her small yellow body tensed and she sucked in a sharp intake of air. By her face, I could tell she was in pain.
"Are you okay?"
"Mmm-hmmm," she nodded, her wings trembling. "Just, just wait."
Reaching under with my left hand, I began giving her clit a gentle massage. Gradually, she began relaxing, while I slowly pushed deeper. The hot walls of her anal canal clamped down around me so tightly I knew if I didn't take it slow, I was going to explode in her before she had a chance to enjoy it. I couldn't decide which I liked to watch more: my cock going deeper in her little yellow ass, or the profile of her gorgeous face, her expression gradually trending more to pleasure and less to pain. Pushing deeper, using both hands to hold her ass cheeks apart, I finally bottomed out.
"Oh!" she moaned. "It's so deep!" She was clamping down on me tight, her asshole throbbing against me. I had to pull out. She sighed with disappointment.
"I'm sorry, babe. You just feel too good. I want it to last." She nodded agreement.
I looked up and saw, not too far away, a gray pony with a blonde mane staring at us. When she saw me looking, she panicked. Her eyes seem weird. She quickly flew away, and I just as quickly forgot about her.
I hot-dogged between Fluttershy's ass cheeks, her tail trailing along on her right flank. I reached around to stroke her pussy. She was grinding against me appreciatively.
When I finally had my impending orgasm under control, I decided to go in again. I applied a fresh coat of lube, and lined up with her anus again. It went in a little easier this time, but not by much. Despite relaxing, she was still extremely tight. I would have to concentrate hard to make it last. I moved slowly, pumping into her with my entire length and back out so that only the head was inside. She ground into me gently, her face serene and blissful. My sack brushed against her vulva each time I bottomed out, bringing a contented squeak from my lover.
She looked back at me from a heavy-lidded eye. She rocked her haunches back against me a little faster, tightening her hole each time she withdrew. Not wanting to cum too soon, I stopped moving. She was doing all the work now, bobbing back and forth on my cock slowly. She whispered, "I want you to cum inside me." She worked in a more circular motion, still moving back and forth but also up and down, and a little to the sides. A shaft of sunlight broke through the leaves and shone on her mane. "Cum for me," she whispered. "Cum in my ass." I traced the edge of her wing with my right hand. Her body shivered. I focused on the growing sensation in my balls, trying to hold it back a little longer.
Fluttershy's movements became more pronounced. Her haunches twitched. I wasn't even touching her pussy, but I could tell she was getting close. I couldn't hold out much longer. Arching my back, I leaned forward, toward her face, and cupped her head in my hand. Balls-deep in her ass, I kissed her full on the mouth. Our tongues entwined from this awkward, beautiful position. The fur of her muzzle tickled my lips. My hips remained steady, but she kept humping back at me, and we kept kissing. She moaned into my mouth, and rocked fast and wild against my dick before plunging it all the way inside her. Her body was tense and twitching--she was cumming. I could feel the heat of her sex on my balls, the moisture running down my sack. She bucked against me more, our mouths never leaving each other. And I couldn't hold on any more. My sack tightened. I spilled hot loads of cum from my twitching cock inside her waiting ass. She didn't stop her motions, even when she finished cumming, but kept humping me, eagerly letting me fill her ass with my seed, only slowing down as my spasms gradually subsided. When my orgasm was over, she slowly removed my dick from her ass, a trickle of white fluid running down from her small hole. I collapsed onto the gingham blanket.
With shaky legs, she turned around and lowered her head to my lap. Looking up at me with the purest expression of love and joy, fully maintaining eye contact, she slowly licked my dick clean. When finished, she laid her head on my lap. My cock pulsed in time with my slowing heartbeat, gradually becoming softer, smaller, and resting in her luxurious pink mane. I stared up at the shifting light through the leaves, listening to the birds chirping and the soft babble of the nearby stream. I closed my eyes and drifted off to sleep.