And You're the Fuel
Without the use of eyes, ponies tended to rely on their keen sense of smell and their adapt hearing. Currently, with your eyes squeezed shut, half your hearing drowned out by adrenal ringing, and the other being flooded with loud breathing and breathy moans, you focused rather on what your nose was telling you. It was safe to say you didn't regret it.
The natural aroma of a mare's arousal was hitting you like a brick wall, an almost overly-sweet smell, paired with another that you were having a hard time identifying. At first, you had guessed it was merely the mare's personal scent, but now that her body was thoroughly pressed against yours in as many ways as possible, you knew there was something different about it. Still, you decided to ignore it, as your mind had already been clouded in both alcohol and her pheromones heavily enough.
Despite the best efforts of your drunken stupor, you remained cohesive enough to know where you were and what you were doing. Your closed eyes told you nothing, but your sense of touch was being blanketed in marvelous sensations. Wings were wrapped around your midsection, hooves around your neck, and the muzzle of the pegasus holding you to her was currently doing its very best to get inside of your own. This mare stole your breath away, in so many more ways than one, even though the alcohol in your system granted you a distinct advantage in retaining it. There was no doubt that your partner had consumed just as much, if not more, but any affects it might've had seemed completely lost on her.
Whether or not it was your lack of immunity that won you your first, steamy make-out, you'd never know, but the mare broke away from you all the same. Her heated panting washed over your face, definitively revealing her taste in beverages. Scotch's heady bouquet alone wasn't all too pleasant in your opinion, but coupled with her, it might as well have been an opiate.
"Buck... you're an eager little guy, aren'tcha?" The surprised words of the mare who had brought you home with her snapped you from your daze. That same world-weary, but still undeniably feminine rasp that had captivated you at the bar still captivated you then. You needed to see her again, to take in her all. forcing your heavy eyelids open, you took in the sight of your gorgeous mate, if only for the night.
Delta Vee, even her name was new and exciting to you.
Her candy-red eyes were as half-lidded as ever, the circles of her age enshrouding them, a lecherous smirk tugging at her lips, Her usually disheveled, two-toned mane of dark blue and teal green was now even more so when she hastily and frantically removed the dirty tank-top that clung to her barrel so adorably, the tank-top that told you quite clearly of her trip to the bar after a hard day's work. You had always liked the idea of a mare who could get down and dirty after work as opposed to the prim and perfumed sort.
Her askew manestyle covered much of her face as she flung the grubby shirt to the floor, the pink hue on her cheeks still ever plain to see. You were quite certain the sight caused your own to match.
The mare closed her eyes and breathed a sigh as she relaxed underneath you, her form sinking a bit more into the bed that you two had somehow managed to find. Her brief respite as she continued to catch her breath gave you ample time to take in her form, your eyes wandering down to her extra-fluffy chest. (courtesy of pegasus anatomy) The mare's long, soft fur of a pale cyan complemented her mane well; it made her eyes shine like fiery rubies against all her other colors. You owed those rubies a lot, for they were what first caught your attention.
They were beautiful, like a comforting flame as she peered at you through the dark setting of the bar, entrancing you.
Looking further down, her legs showed few signs of exercise, allowing for a little pudge, making them very cute. Her belly wasn't much different. It gave her a more matured figure, more mare to hold onto, and once again you like the idea.
With your pelvis blocking your view of her bottom half, you gave up sight and used touch to explore her body instead, looking into her eyes all the while. Your hooves found her cutie marks, but rather than linger, you moved them further to fully grasp her rump. Delta moaned her approval against your lips as you kneaded her flank, the feeling of her skin revealing why she had so often been calling you "kid." during your bar-stool conversation.
Delta Vee was far beyond your age, and you could think of no finer way of discovering it than by digging your hooves deeply into her haunches and spreading her cheeks. The needy groan that graced your ears was maddening, and just like the potency of her fragrance, your desperate desire for her only continued to grow.
After all, as one of your more rowdy friends had once worded it, why go for a cradle when one could shoot for the pension?
"Mhmm... enjoying that flank, huh?" At least she hadn't called you kid that time, though the very thought made you grin.
"You're gorgeous." You whispered with an incredulous chuckle, keeping a hoof squarely on her butt as the other brushed most of her loose mane from her face. You gained an uninhibited view of her eyes again, and you saw Delta's smile grow bashful as she rolled the rubies you'd been admiring.
"Look, kid, you got me into bed; you don't need to flatter me anymore." Her tone sounded a bit cold, a bit distant, and you could tell she thought you were lying just to schmooze her. You were not having it. You wanted to prove your genuity. You gave her a disapproving look, which she returned with one of confusion. Such an expression made her seem as though she were staring at her own muzzle; it earned a snigger from you as you kissed her again. You briefly saw her eyes widen before you closed your own, and judging from her hooves and wings tightening their grip around you, she had closed her's as well.
The kiss was short, but it was deep; it was passionate. Once the short muzzle-lock broke, you saw Delta's look as one of shock, as if she weren't expecting such a wordless-yet-meaningful display.
After some silence in your smirking gaze, she simply chuckled and shook her head. "You do know I'm old enough to be your mom, right?"
Your mind wanted to form a good response, but it had been a good while since your time at the bar. The drinks' affects were beginning to hit you harder and harder, scattering your thoughts. The smell of an extremely horny mare wasn't exactly helping either, and you could feel some of your more primal instincts kicking in. Maybe you should have stopped at a half-bottle of whiskey, rather than two and a half.
"Welp... too late now." You thought.
Giving your swimming head a small shake, you spoke up again. "Why do mares care sho much about that kind of shtuff? You're beautiful, no matter what number's on a piece of paper." Had you slurred just then? You weren't entirely sure; Delta hadn't laughed at you, so you must not have.
"So, you really want to do this?" The pale blue mare asked with a wanton smirk. She knew the answer you'd give, so you decided to give it to her in a different way. You dug the hoof you still had on her rump under her tail and hooked your other one on the back of her shoulder. Delta let out a gasp as you used your body-weight to roll onto your back, keeping her on top of you. You were surprised that she was heavy enough to force a grunt from you, but you weren't about to say it. Mare's had a weird thing about their weight; even drunk off your flank, you knew that.
"Take that as a 'yes.'" Delta all but growled in that classic sultry tone, sending a shiver down your back. Both your hooves shot down to her backside, giving her cutie marks a little smack, earning a purr from the pegasus now above you.
"Turn around." Was all you said, to which the mare once again looked at you wide-eyed.
"Oh, come on!" Vee groaned as her neck craned backward in disappointed want. "Haven't we done enough foreplay already? I'm burning up back here." She emphasized her point by grinding her crotch onto your leg. Her lower lips parted on the bulk of your thigh, and left a very damp feeling in your fur. Still, as much as her natural perfume compelled you to get down to business, you still wanted a drink of a different variety. You made your point by pressing on her right side, compelling her to turn. She gave a suffered whine, but she moved all the same.
"Fine, you still feeling thirsty? Then the next one's on me." The way she had said that had actually frightened you it was so arousing, and for good reason. Either the alcohol was slowing you down something fierce, or Delta was lighting quick; you'd never know. All you knew, was that in the time you had blinked only once, Delta had your face locked snugly between her thighs.
The heat was beyond anything you'd imagined, and your face had already been burning up from you and Delta's previous activities, whether it was the intense drinking or the intense necking. Sweat dotted your forehead, both due to temperature, and her femininity overwhelming your senses. You were at a loss as to why her smell was driving you so crazy, but you loved it.
As Vee ground her hips and flank into your muzzle, you wrapped your hooves around her thighs and pushed your face as deep as you could into her now-gushing treasure. Your tongue wasted no time in extending out, deep into the pegasus, getting your first taste of the mare who had bewitched you so. Delta Vee gave a shriek at the suddenness of your actions, but her supple rump blocked out most of your hearing. You cared little, for it was her essence that bore your full attention.
Delta's flavor was not at all what you'd expected. If you had to name her taste, it was both tangy and sharply bitter, with her aroused sweat adding a delightfully salty tinge to it. You weren't sure of Vee's dietary habits, but you were certain that she had a love for junk food. Still, with her musky perfume being ladled into your lungs and down your throat, her marehood's juices were still enticing to you all the same.
You redoubled your efforts and pushed your snout impossibly deeper into Delta, yet again earning a choked squeal from her. You were essentially rutting her with your snout. Your muzzle's positioning inside the mare allowed you to use every single inch of your tongue, and you made sure to drive as deep as you could before you started really going to town on her depths.
Delta was moaning and panting like a mare in the worst estrus of her life. Her whole body trembled constantly. You could practically feel her abs aching from involuntarily clenching at your work, and her wings were going absolutely berserk, flapping wildly and out-of-sync. Your hooves drew her hips closer, kneading at her soft, supple cheeks, enjoying how giving they were to your touch. Her flank was like her thighs and her tummy, giving her a bouncy quality you positively adored. Grinning as you ate her out like a starving colt, you gave her cutie marks another, more substantial spank, forcing an "eep!" from her as you reveled in watching what you could of her tremoring rump.
The more you heard of her, the more you felt of her, the more you drank of her, the more you understood. Mares were like a fine wine, only getting better with age.
"H-hah... b-buck, kid! Having f-fun back there?" Delta Vee was barely able to finish talking before you forced yet another loud groan from her with a strong lick to the bottom of her fleshy walls. The primal sound made your own member twitch, reminding you of its existence.
You weren't the only one to notice it, though, if Delta's husky chuckle was anything to go by.
You had no time to think on the hidden meaning of that small giggle before your member was engulfed in a warm, wet place. Your hooves dug into Delta's rump all the harder as you bucked upwards by reflex, a guttural moan making Vee's throat rumble as she managed to hilt you in her gullet in a single dip. She then did something you never expected any mare to do, or even be able to do: She began to swallow rhythmically, her tongue snaking out from her stretched mouth to explore the base of your sheath. She was an expert if ever there was one. Any sound you made in response was absorbed by the flank resting firmly on your face, but despite having trouble finding air at the moment, you kept at it, pushing your muzzle all the deeper into her.
As Delta bobbed her head on your length, you circled your tongue on her most inner walls. You swore you even touched her cervix with its tip once or twice. You couldn't be too sure though, for the drinks from before were having stronger affects than ever. Your vision seemed to be wobbling a bit. Her scent and taste were hammering away at your resolve to continue the foreplay, for as indescribably wonderful as her mouth felt, your desire to mate was getting so strong it was beginning to feel painful.
Why was Delta's fragrance doing this to you? You were putty in her hooves. Was it just the alcohol talking, or was there something more to the feeling? Your mind's currently groggy state couldn't find any answers, but one thing was for sure, you'd had enough of just gorging on the appetizer.
You managed to get a hoof on Delta's chest and lift her head off of your stallionhood slowly, earning a rather immature whine from her. You smirked as you used your other hoof to tap on her rump, signalling her to get up, your snout wrenching free of her spasming tunnel with a surprisingly loud and wet "pop!" You immediately got to work licking your muzzle clean, wiping away what you couldn't reach with a hoof. Delta Vee simply sat down in front of you, panting as she ground herself onto the bedding, her stiff wings twitching and fidgeting.
"Wha--why'd you stop?" The mare asked without the proper breath to do so. She gave a desperate sounding moan as she humped away fruitlessly at the mattress. "I was so close... so b-buckin' close." You felt yourself overwhelmed by instinct at the noises she made, your mind reeling from alcohol, your body flaming with need. You knew this was far from normal, but you didn't have the strength to care.
All that mattered to you was making hot, passionate love to the mare right in front of you; everything else could be sorted out later.
Delta saw the look in your eyes, even if you didn't. She grinned knowingly and quickly stood up, making a show of turning around as she flipped her tail to the side. Her head turned back to look at you, a seductive bite to her lip.
Everything was becoming a blur without a trace of thought. Before your mind had even registered you getting to your hooves, you felt Delta's winged back on your chest, your left foreleg planting itself evenly to her side whilst your right gripped her midsection. Vee's wings quivered against you as your member found its mark, your tip resting ever-so-lightly against her outer lips.
"Go nuts, baby." Was all the encouragement you would need... ever.
Delta Vee's vehement scream filled the tiny room as your first thrust got you about as deep as your medial ring, your senses overwhelmed by how soft and active her marehood was. Delta's velvety passage clenched, shifted, and even trembled around your member, her musk hitting you like a baseball bat as her copious juices ran down your phallus and both her back legs. Apparently she wasn't lying about being that close, but thanks to the alcohol's numbing of your body's functionality, you were a decent distance away from the end of your rope.
You only pulled back an inch or two before hammering into Delta again, this time coming extremely close to hilting yourself. Delta gave out another long howl as her own current orgasm was being prolonged by your thrusts. Her eyes rolled up into their lids, and her tongue lulled from her mouth as she panted like a dog. You pulled back to your ring, and put every once of strength you had into slamming into your mate, this time ensuring you were as deep inside of her as you could go. Vee gave out a very choked wheeze as her breath hitched in her throat, her wings flexing insistently against your chest, her legs shaking out of control. You tightened your grip on her barrel and dug your muzzle into her neck before repeating the process, over, and over, and over again.
The combine affects of mare pheromones and heavy drinking had turned your mind to mush, but your actions had never felt more strong, more real. You put all of your remaining strength in each piston into Delta's now-soaked flower, each motion earning you a new moan, a new grunt, a new groan. The pegasus' insides twisted and churned about your length, desperately attempting to coax out your nearing seed. Your desire to breed was at its highest peak, and Delta's seemingly endless release of fluids and seamless multiple orgasms only caused the fire in your chest to burn brighter with each passing moment.
"I-inside... every drop." Delta barely managed to mumble out before her mouth returned to gaping. Your instincts had been begging for it the entire time, but to hear those words from her only fueled you further. Your mind seemed to slow the world, and you could feel and hear every detail of you and Delta's love-making. Her heavy panting, her sweat-soaked back and vibrating wings, her constricting tunnel, her intoxicating musk, all made up the whole of your world as you felt your climax hit like a tidal wave.
Delta Vee cried her loudest yet as you hilted at the same time as your member's tip flared, all your senses seeming to clear up for only a split-second as insurmountable pleasure shot down your spine. Without the shadow of a doubt, you felt yourself empty the largest load of your life into the pegasus beneath you, your hips giving small, violent, jack-hammering humps to grind yourself against your lover.
True to her desire, Delta Vee didn't allow a single drop to slip from her passage, her previously soft walls morphing into a constricting, quivering vice as she took from you what she'd so desperately been wanting. Her cries finally ended as too did your climax, and her shaking legs finally gave out.
Though you hadn't been expecting her to collapse, you fell over to the right of her due to her keeping tight hold of your right foreleg. There, the two of you melded into a pile of hot, exhausted, sweaty, sticky, but very relieved equine. You used the last vestige of will you had to pull the stunning mare into a spooned position, giving her neck and cheek a few soft and tired pecks. Delta hummed softly at your gentle ministrations, utterly content with existence.
"Thanks, Kid... heat sucks."
All at once, that one sentence explained her powerful pheromones and their considerable affects on you; It was estrus that was behind it all. That still however, did not explain the underlying smell on her you had yet to place the entire evening. With this in mind, you buried your muzzle into her mane to kiss her head, also in-taking her natural smell one last time before conking out.
Finally, you placed it.
Yeah, Delta hadn't been kidding about being a rocket engineer at the bar, because that "perfume" was in fact jet fuel. Funny, it actually smelled great on her.