Trixie - 9:40PM
Trixie’s giggle bubbled through her throat as she swirled her tongue around the enormous pink cockhead in her mouth.
She loved watching him.
The face he was making as he grunted and groaned, eyes rolling and squinting, trying to stay focused while staring down at her while she fellated his penis… it was so adorable.
She could feel the pinch of his hoof against the back of her head as he moaned and bucked, sending a trickle of drool out of her messily sucking mouth.
It had been such a long time since she’d done… this.. with a stallion... and never one of such incredible girth. She was sure that she wasn’t doing the most professional job. Not that he seemed to be complaining.
She wasn’t complaining either.
She loved everything about this. The smell, the taste, the heat… the love and adoration from her stallion. Their intense rutting and subsequent discovery by the police had quickly turned into a giggle-fest… then a passionate make-out session… then this slow, steamy debauch.
The past few hours had been a rolling, grunting, moaning, steamy mess. It was a mess of hooves and limbs finding different exciting positions, of new stains on her wagon walls appearing, sheets and rugs becoming soaked with sweat… and other fluids. They were addicted to each other — a slow, smoldering burn of slow, passionate sex. And right now, nothing could beat the knowledge that she was giving her lover the most intense pleasure.
Well… then again, the taste of stallionjuice dripping from his cock slit was pretty good too.
“Oh-oh f-fuck! I’m cumming!”
Trixie felt Jot’s ridge flare out and just barely managed to slide his knobby glans from her jaw before he locked himself inside her mouth. A fat rope of cum splattered against the back of her throat before she could reposition the jerking length, looking up at him with a smile as she let him lay long white streams across her face and her mane - she’d been slightly annoyed the first time he’d finished in her hair… but that was hours ago; now she didn’t mind… now she wanted to roll in his scent, his musk... bathe in it.
She waggled her eyebrows at him as he moaned out the last trickle of his latest ejaculation, a thin line of white seed lining the side of her grinning snout.
“Not bad.”
Jot - 11:45
“Easy, big boy.” Trixie worriedly cautioned as he clambered over her.
She’d been laying on her back seductively… well, as seductive as a sweaty, stained, blue unicorn in a puddle of lecherous liquid could be… which, Jot had to admit, was pretty damn seductive. The naughty filly had fired one of those killer colt-eating grins at him, arching her spine off the wet wagon floor as she did so, teasing him with a cocked eyebrow.
He’d learned quickly that if she was teasing him, she wanted him to take charge.
So he did just that.
He rolled over from his seated position, still gasping from their latest necking session - he couldn’t believe how far down his throat Trixie could get her tongue… it didn’t seem possible. When he’d joked about just how deep she could push into him, she’d just shook her head at him skeptically: “You’re going to say that after what you have been putting in me? Are you for real?” He giggled goofily as he remembered.
Shaking his head and focusing on the present, crawled over top of Trixie now, so that they were misaligned - his groin in her face while he had complete access to her marehood.
“Oof… heavy.” Trixie grunted as he laid down happily on top of her.
“Sorry, not sorry.” Jot chuckled, resting his wet nose in the cleavage of Trixie’s crotchteats, then blowing a small raspberry. The sweaty furless blue flesh was sticky and sweaty, soft and jiggly under the goofy sound he made with his lips. “Always wanted to do that.”
“Motorboating? Seriously? What is it with stallions and teats?” Trixie laughed. Jot saw her spread her rear legs wider, tail thrashing in between her legs happily. “Hey, scoot back a bit big boy.”
Jot grinned at his new moniker. She’d cycled through ‘big boy’, ‘super-stud’, ‘Mr. Big’, all cheesy… all appreciated. He scooched back slightly… and felt his balls kiss up against Trixie’s snout.
“Ppppppbbbbtttt….” Jot giggled from the tickling sensation of lips blowing a wet motorboat against his testicles. “See how you like innnghhhhmmm…..”
Jot cut off Trixie by pulling one of her dark blue areolae into his mouth, suckling the erect nipple like a baby foal, swirling his tongue around the hard nub, flicking it back and forth playfully with his tongue.
But he knew he could do better.
He broke off his wet kiss of her tit, not caring about the sticky strand of saliva connecting his mouth and her breast, sliding down and into the hot valley of moist, sticky mare goodness below.
He lapped and kissed at Trixie’s clitoris, teasing it with delicate, soft nips, then lavishing it with his tongue.
“Mmm… yes… d-deeper…” Trixie moaned into his sweaty sack. And he obliged.
At first, he’d found it a bit strange to lap the slick tunnel’s juices - a mix of his orgasmic releases and Trixie’s. He’d never done that for a mare before - eaten her out after bucking with her. But he’d never had a night like this before either… just non-stop loving, smooching, snuggling, and slow, steady fucking.
He was getting to know her steaming pink folds quite well now. He knew that she twitched and giggled when he slid the tip of his tongue between her inner and outer lips and that there was a spot, a half-inch in… near the left side… that always made her…
“Mmmf… Y-yes… d-don’t stop!”
Jot felt a magical field press his head deeper into the soaking blue snatch, grinding his nose into her body, and pushing his neck against her soft teats as she rode his tongue into an orgasm.
“YES! MMmmmmm….”
A trickle of quivering love-juice sputtered into his mouth, as Trixie quivered and writhed under his bulk. Not her biggest orgasm of the night, but one she seemed to enjoy nonetheless… if the gracious licks against his balls were any indication.
Trixie - 1:57 AM
Jot’s bottom was pressing against hers as they sat side by side up against the cabinets under the kitchen sink. A mason jug of cold water sat between them. She’d left the magically powered faucet running, refilling the hydration source periodically as they took turns draining it.
“Mmmm… water tastes so good during a hard workout, doesn’t it?” Jot sighed, smacking his lips after draining another cup.
Trixie sighed contentedly in response, resting her head on his shoulder. She had Jot’s soft penis in her magical field, gently stroking and coaxing it, a relaxed and playful act that she’d gotten the hang of performing in between their lovemaking, reducing the amount of downtime.
She moved her left forehoof under the heavy black balls that rested underneath, hefting them on her frog as she did so.
“Just how do these things hold so much, anyway?” Trixie wondered aloud.
“So much?”
“Uh…” Trixie rolled her eyes, gesturing quickly around the wagon with her free hoof, a mess of collapsed boxes and trinkets, knocked everywhere during their more intense bucks. Everywhere she pointed had at least one greasy cum-stain on a wall, table, chair, or box… collateral damage when she’d missed having his spurting flare shower her. She pointed at the floor, which had spatters, puddles and pools everywhere.
“Ok… some of those are yours too.”
“And this?” Trixie pointed at her belly. The thing was still bulged out since Jot’s first load. She hadn’t felt it get any bigger or smaller since then, but it was a strange sensation… being so… stuffed.
“Heh… Uh… yeah…” Jot blushed and picked up the cup again, gulping down another mugful of water. His adam’s apple rocked up and down with each swallowing chug… water messily pouring out the sides of his mouth and down his neck… it was kind of… hot.
“You know, you’re probably converting all that water right now… into another load.” Trixie grinned. It sounded stupid coming out of her mouth, but she didn’t care. Their pillow-talk had long since devolved into a stream of consciousness, two souls completely connected and unashamed of their intimacy.
“Mmmm…. Sorry about that.” Jot giggled, looking down at her playing with his balls.
“Don’t be sorry.” She grinned and wiggled her eyebrows. “Fill it up and drink another glass.”
She felt him stiffen in her field.
Jot - 4:53 AM
Their bodies were barely able to handle the exertion of their non-stop love-making.
Jot stretched slightly, feeling the knots in his neck pop and crack. He’d never thought he could feel so stiff and tired, while also having his entire body feel like it was made of jello at the same time.
Not that he was interested in stopping.
Not at all.
He watched as Trixie slowly walked over to the window on one side of her wagon, wiping her mouth from their latest Prench kiss. She noticed him watching her, violet eyes flashing back over her shoulder at him.
“What?”
“Just admiring how beautiful you are.”
Trixie scoffed, and flicked her tail up, reaching back in one smooth motion and grabbing her left asscheek, pulling it aside to flash him her winking pink pony pussy and quivering black ponut.
“If you want to kiss my flank so much, why don’t you just do it?” She snarked jokingly.
“Again?”
He loved that his stupid quip got her giggling so easily as she rolled her eyes. It was so fun to just… be with her.
“Whatever, you big perv, I’m getting some fresh air.” Trixie laughed, walking up the window. It was completed fogged with condensation, rivulets of cold water running down the glass. She cracked the latch and opened the pane. He could feel the wash of air as a blast of steamy sex-fog was released into the early-morning Manehattan park atmosphere.
“Ahhh….” Trixie stuck her head out the window, enjoying a deep breath of fresh air.
The way her twitching plot waggled out that hole, the way her tail was flagged up… he couldn’t resist.
“AH!” Trixie squeaked. He’d quickly gotten the hang of sliding into her from behind. It still wasn’t easy, with her tight little snatch and his big fat cock… but practice makes perfect.
“R-really... ?”
“Really.” Jot laughed, pushing a few more inches into her squelching pussy. The little tugs and grips from her gripping cunt and the way she spread her rear hooves confirmed to him that she wanted this as much as he did. “Just enjoy your fresh air… and I’ll enjoy you.”
“That… mmmf…. is so… deeper… corny…” Trixie grunted, bouncing back against him as he assumed the short-stroke rhythm that both had agreed was their favorite pace.
“Just try not to wake up the rest of the park.”
Trixie - 10:34 AM
They had retreated to a small corner of her wagon that wasn’t a bacchanalian biohazard to crash in. Every sheet and blanket she’d owned was far too soaked to be of any use, so they’d curled up under her purple cape. It was too small to cover both of them well, really more of a perfunctory excuse to cuddle together under something, which they both agreed was their favorite activity… hence why they’d run out of any linens beside her small clothing.
Not that they were cold. The humid interior and the body heat of each other were far more than enough warmth.
The huge cock deep inside her was pretty hot too.
They were both too tired to fuck anymore. Movements that could best be described as small body shifts had long since replaced any humping, thrusting, or grinding… but it was still incredible.
Trixie cooed happily, nuzzling the underside of Jot’s chin and pushing her sticky chest fur against his rib cage. She knew that he liked fucking her from behind… she loved it too… he was so alpha when he took her like that. But this soft, face to face, style wasn’t bad either… especially for snuggling.
A happy rumble vibrated through her upper body as Jot hummed in contentment. She wrapped her rear legs around his hips tighter, not an easy task since they were both cuddled up on their sides. The radiant warmth deep inside her was a total one… the relaxed and happy snugness of her marehood matched only by the deep satisfaction in her soul.
“You aren’t asleep yet.”
Jot’s voice whispered from above her.
“Neither are you.” She whispered into his chest, squeezing with her legs.
“I don’t want to sleep... “
“Neither do I.”
“I’m worried that I’ll wake up alone.”
She wanted to giggle at him. Call him out on being overdramatic again… he tended to be a bit sentimental; it was cute. But she could hear his fear, could taste it in herself.
She squeezed him tighter, gripping with her arms, her legs, her marehood… grasping him in every way she could. “Never again, Jot.”
“Now who’s being dramatic.” She heard him giggle. And it was perfect. That fear, destroyed… so easily? Was it so easy?
“Shut up and go to sleep, you goof.” She giggled back, swatting him with her pillow and snuggling back into his body.
Her eyes closed; happily; she knew Luna wouldn’t have to work hard to give her a good dream this time around.