> Dazed & Cumfused
>  by SunnyDontLook
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> Dazed & Cumfused
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Dazed & Cumfused



DING-DING-DING-DING-DING!


It was one o’clock in the morning and tomorrow was my day off, but someone had the nerve to ring my doorbell incessantly. They must be mental. As much as I wanted to just call the constables to my flat and deal with them that way, I thought they probably deserved at least a chance to explain themselves.
I stumbled out of bed and walked to the door of my flat. I started to check the peephole before I realized the outside lighting was busted, and my asshole landlord hasn't fixed it for a week. I just hoped that whoever was out there wouldn’t stab and rob me…
I opened the door and before my eyes had adjusted, I couldn’t see the pony who had rung my door. I was just about to yell and go back to sleep when I saw a pony shape duck around the corner of the stairs and close the distance.
“Skittles!” I heard them say before they threw their forelegs around my neck. I could smell the booze in their breath and they smelled like they hadn’t showered in a day.
“Ivy?” I asked as I stared into her golden irised eyes in the low light coming from the inside of my flat. I returned the hug after a few seconds as I realized who I was dealing with- who I was gonna let into my flat.
“Who else?” she said before burying her muzzle into my neck and breathing deeply. I let my foreleg run down her back slightly as we both eased into one another. It had been a month since the last time I had seen her, she had been heading to Hollow Shades to live with a bat pony for a while- “I shouldn’t have gotten drunk on the train, but uh, the bar pony let me get a few shots on the house-”
“It’s alright, Ivy, I’m just happy you came here instead of passing out in the street,” I said as I flushed a bit at the affection.
Ivy hummed gently as I spoke. “You’re much warmer than the gutter,” she responded, then released me and dropped back to her hooves. I smiled at her in spite of the time, and her bodily state.
“I would hope so,” I shot back softly. Ivy just snorted and brushed past me, she knew the flat well. So well that she shut the door behind her, locking the deadbolt without even looking at it.
“You got orange juice?” she asked before stumbling slightly to my fridge. I followed behind her, with a normal amount bewilderment about myself-
“Yes?” I answered as she swung the door open and pulled the carton out with magic. “You don’t even like orange juice-” I started to say before she poked the paper cartons opening with her tongue and took a big swig from it.
“You do though,” she said after setting the carton on the counter and shutting the fridge. With a coordination I wasn’t expecting, she got close to me and threw her hooves around me again, but this time she went straight in and pressed her muzzle against mine. I moaned against her mouth before opening mine- Her tongue tasted like OJ as it delved deeply into my mouth. My body softened as she leaned against me, her hooves rubbing my sore wings and back.
Moments later she let me go with her mouth and just rubbed her nose against mine. I could see her smile in the low light. “I thought you’d like that better with orange juice- flavoured Ivy tongue, more than Lager- flavoured Ivy tongue,” her muzzle pressed against mine again.
This time I pressed my tongue against her lips and slipped inside. Her tongue batted against mine as I felt all of my pent up feelings start to surface. I had missed her so much- I also knew that this was the way she expressed that same feeling. And I loved her for it. We had been on and off lovers for a long time, going on years now-
Ivy was lovely. I had met her at a concert, and we had uh, some fun that same night- Not that the sex was what attracted me to her. No, it was deeper than that- Not that she was anything less than a goddess in the bedroom, or in my kitchen that one time we had a morning sloppily making out session. I loved her.
She lit her horn up and started to shuffle towards my bedroom. Her hooves stayed on my form as we made our way over to it. The door had been hanging open since I had gotten out bed, she just kicked it with a hind leg, before it bounced off the little springy doorstop just to smack her in the rump- I felt her moan into my mouth at that bit of contact.
I pushed back against her, as she drug my foreleg over to her withers with her golden magic. I felt my sheath begin to tingle as the plushness of her rump came alive in my hooves once again. And then we came to the bed, her hooves came off of me and she threw herself bodily onto my mattress- Her horn was still glowing so I could see her spread her hinds out as she enjoyed the springiness of our bed on her tired back-
My hooves couldn’t climb into bed fast enough as I ended up beside her, our chests pressed against one another as I moved to kiss her again, her own forehooves taking the opportunity to drift over my flight muscles- and my withers.
As our tongues danced I began to realize that hers was slowing down, when the next time to take a breath happened Ivy let out a long yawn before letting her hornlight die.
“I’m going to sleep soon, but I know you’re okay with that. Moreover, I know little Skittles loves to wake up before big Skittles- I mean, I know you both like attention on a saturday morning,” she finished with another yawn. Her forelegs left my form and drifted down to rest between us. Ivy’s breath tickled across my face as I watched her eyelids slowly close from exhaustion and alcohol.
“Goodnight Ivy,” I said to her as my ‘little skittle’ perked up a bit at her presence and the idea she had just presented to me.
“Night Skittles,” she said to me before giving me another peck on the cheek and rolling over. My hooves pushed forward and rested on her back as I moved up against her. Little skittle taking the moment to rest against her rump.
After a little while, my own exhausted body fell into a deep rest as well.


Tomorrow would be fun, more than one part of me knew that…



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I awoke with a wet warmth around my cock. My eyes popped open and I stared at my crotch. Ivy had wrapped herself around me like a cat, her head was busy licking at my cock and holding it in place with her forehooves, while her rear was just to the left of my face. The sunlight was filtering through the east facing window. Her tail flicked out, and laid across my face, it smelled delicious! I took a deep longing breath as I felt just the edge of her teeth press against my cock.
She lifted her tail and shook her rump in my face before running her tongue up the length of my hardness. “I was right, lil’ skittles was up before you,” Ivy said between lusty breaths, the warm breath tickling and evaporating the saliva she had just coated my crotch with.
“Oh yes,” I let out in response as she winked at me, just before taking my head into her mouth. My hips tried to buck into her muzzle only to be stopped by her forehooves gently pressing me back down.
She let me out of her mouth. Her magic continued to stroke me as she dipped her head down below my cock to lay kisses on my inner thighs-
“Aah!” I moaned as she lightly licked my right ball before pulling it into her warm mouth and waylaying it with licks. After a thorough washing of my balls she looked back at me and stared at my head. Between her hooves rubbing my base and her tail pushing the scent of her around in the air my head was beginning to flare up.
“I hope this is a good apology for last night,” she said before dipping her mouth down on my cock, reaching the edge of her throat before pulling back- Staring me in the eyes the whole time. My left forehoof went over to start rubbing on her slit, grinding the softest part of the frog softly over her inner thighs. My right hoof came to rest on her mane. I slowly stroked her ears while she sucked my cock, running her wet, velvety tongue over my shaft. Again she released me, merely stroking me with her magic for a moment while kissing it while letting my cock press back against my stomach.
“I thought you’d like this better than breakfast, you know how I can burn water,” Ivy told me before covering my face with her dark brown tail and swallowing my cock once more. This time I could only moan as she pushed the flaring head of my cock past her mouth and into her tight, writhing throat.
“Aah,” I gasped as Ivy pressed her muzzle against my base, before pulling back until only my head remained in her mouth. The next stroke down to my base was wetter as her saliva began to leak from the edges of her mouth onto my crotch… The fur down there was beginning to get soaked-
“Ivy!” I lost control when her magic caressed my balls. The moment she felt the twitch of my cock she pulled back until the head was firmly in the middle of her mouth. Her magic didn’t stop and neither did her hooves as I felt the first rope of cum splatter the inside of her mouth. I could see her smile as she watched my face contorted in pleasure and my hips try in vain to buck further back into that tight throat of hers. Well, smile as best she could with a spasming cock still lodged in her pretty muzzle. The third and fourth rope filled her muzzle, her eyes suddenly betrayed the fact she wasn’t swallowing fast enough- She let me go, even as her soft forehooves stroked up and down my now oversensitive shaft- A final huge rope fired itself across her face before she let the cock point down at my own stomach.
I couldn’t help but laugh as I watched her eyes cross trying to look at the line of sticky white that extended from the bottom of her lower lips all the way across the bridge of her nose, with a little dollop of cum hanging above her right eyebrow-
“D-dude! How long have you been holding that in?” she said, displaying the cum inside her muzzle before throwing her head back and swallowing the cream.
“About a week and a half,” I said after my brain finally caught up with the present. As I spoke she climbed over me to rest her head on my chest, but not without taking the time to lick up the little bit of cream I had splurted on my stomach. I let out a laugh when she stuck her tongue into my belly button to get the small amount that had ended up in there. Ivy then laid her head on my chest sideways, before sticking her tongue out at me and smiling.
“You could’ve warned me about that,” she said before running a forehoof over my thigh and up to my stomach, revelling in the softness of my coat.
“You kinda ambushed me, and well- You have something right there,” I pointed at her entire muzzle with my right forehoof, mcy left one busy stroking her back and mane.
“To be fair, you didn’t complain about the sleep fellatio,” she smirked at her own use of the ancient pegasi word for dick sucking, “and I was wondering when you were gonna say something.” I laughed at that, right as she picked up a towelette sitting on my counter with her magic before using that to clean the cum off her face. “So uh, you want breakfast? I’m sure I could make something decent, with some help…”
“Sure, maybe after a few more minutes of recovery,” I admitted to her, she just winked at me and gently punched my leg.
“Okay, lazybutt,” Ivy responded, before burying her face in my chest. The very loud fake snore she made a moment later was almost convincing, and very cute.

It was a good start to a great day-


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“So, I went there and well, there’s this problem with the bottles these Bats are using,” Ivy said to me as she poured about a pound of syrup on her pancakes. “They keep getting their fangs caught on the bottles. I know it’s a stereotype, but, it was mostly the mango juice bottles.”
I chuckled a bit as I sat in front of her at little table. My own future health problem was the butter I had smeared over the top of it. It’s not that surprising that a candy factory worker would be less interested in sugary stuff-
“So, how’d you fix them?” I asked her, maybe taking a bit too long to look at her. The sun was bouncing off of her, reflecting off of her golden eyes. We were long past the honeymoon phase, if we had ever had one. If anything we functioned as one of those couples that had been together for a long while, yet we still sparked and had great joy around one another.
“I got them to widen the aperture. But that led to more problems, something something law of unintended consequences,” Ivy stopped to fork a large piece of pancake into her mouth. Something about her was just glowing this morning, maybe it was her practical, though unexplained, invulnerability to hang overs? No, it was something else. Her face was flush, and she just smelled wonderful… “-I had to work with a glass company to get a glass that had just a bit more malleability at refrigerator temperature. The bottles were too hard to open you see.”
“Right, that makes sense,” I just said before eating my own piece of cake. While my own glass of orange juice sat right next to me.
“Yeah, I was expecting it to take a little longer, but I had a great working relationship with the mare in charge of glass there,” her voice dipped at great and got just husky enough to be noticable. The fact she smirked and drained her glass of water right after didn’t hurt. I smiled and felt my recovering cock twitch a bit in my sheath at the thought of her fucking some goth aesthetic bat pony girl.
“Oh, in what way was it great,” I asked her with a mischievous grin spreading over my muzzle.
“Well, we spent a few sleepless nights in close proximity,” Ivy let her eyes close a bit before walking around the table. Her hips swung to and fro, while her tail flicked out randomly. “She mentioned something about being single, and having a hard time finding time to scratch that itch all ponies get,” Ivy was in beside me now. Her right foreleg lifted up and set itself over my shoulders while she pushed her chest up against mine. Ivy lit her horn, and lifted my fork, before biting into the buttery, airy lightness of it. “Ooh, yours is good, but not as sweet. I thought you liked sweetness?” I nuzzled her as she said this, before putting a kiss on the nape of her throat.
“I do Ivy, but I like Sweet ponies, I wonder if you know any,” her fur tickled my lips before I lifted them up to hers. We were millimeters away. Her foreleg draped over me moved perceptively.
“Well, I know this Stallion up in Baltimare, he’s nice enough to let me stay at his bed and breakfast in exchange for letting me make love to him, well, I also buy the beer,” Ivy added softly. Her golden eyes were staring into my turquoise ones, her breath mingling with mine.
“This guy seems pretty good, I don’t really like the competition,” I said to her, smiling broadly.
“He is pretty good, the only question I have is: if you fight him, can I sell tickets and concessions,” Ivy was able to finish speaking her sentence, but a not a word more, before she burst out laughing. “No, but, you like the idea of me and another mare don’tcha?”
“A little,” I said just before pressing my lips to hers. She moaned as her mouth opened in surprise, her sweet, sweet mouth. No really, I could taste every molecule of that syrup. Still, when her tongue played over mine before pushing into my mouth- It was good. My eyes shut as I just took it all in, having her here, to smooch and just to talk to. I hadn’t even been that long. Yet, I missed her a great deal. My heart was pumping. And though there was lust in it, there was something deeper than that. We knew we couldn’t settle down yet. But, I knew that eventually when we both got a little further into our careers, she’d be down for settling down. That thought was better than any pancake or blowjob, or even a orange juice flavoured kiss…
“Only a little, damn! I told her you’d be really up for a threesome,” She said after we broke apart to breathe. “I thought all Pegasi stallions wanted to try being preened by two mares at once?”
“Okay, now that’s a stereotype,” I shot back before burying my muzzle between her neck and shoulder, nipping her softly before kissing the spot better.
“Oooh, it totally is, but it’s totally true,” She said before leaning into me further. Her other hoof drifted down to my stomach and thigh, stroking over them softly. When it drifted down, right over my still slick sheath only to tap it once and go back to my stomach I moaned into her floof, before groaning at the teasing as I began to exit my sheath once again. “That’s a good Skittles, now do you wanna draw a bath for us while I clean this up?”
I lifted my head up from her body and nodded at her. I really had missed
her.

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The one and only thing that kept me leasing this shitty flat, other than the five burner ranger, was the massive tub. It was currently filling up with the hottest water the heater could muster, I dropped whatever bubble soap there was left in the bottle into the tub. Hey, there’s nothing wrong with a hardworking adult stallion having the stuff, especially if it smells like sandalwood…
I watched the stuff begin to mix in with the water, the peels of steam coming from it looked so nice right now. And it always seemed like a fun idea to get into a warm liquid with Ivy. I know little skittles loved the idea- But, as I waited for her to come in, I climbed over the walls of large tub before sitting down. Damn, it felt good. Even if the water was only above my flank, it was still nice.
A few moments later I heard hoofsteps coming from the hallway, I looked at the doorway to see Ivy stepping inside. “I washed the plates and shit off,” she said with a laugh. “Hey, you already got inside!” Ivy said in mock anger.
She practically threw herself into the bath, before pressing herself up between my splayed hindlegs. I laid my forehooves over her shoulders and instantly started feeling them up. There was so much tension in them. I could feel the knots and cramps easily. “Ooh, go easy to start,” she told me as I began to knead the knots in her shoulders with my hooves…
“Okay, but only because I really loved your apology this morning,” I told her before dipping my head forward to just smell her mane. “Hey are you using a new shampoo or something? You just smell really good,” I told her as I felt the water in the tub slowly begin to climb up our forms. It was a really nice feeling, her body pressed against mine and the bubbly pleasant smelling water soaking into our fur.
“Oh, I couldn’t get my heat blocker potion up there, so I’m in heat right now,” she said offhandedly while letting out little moans and groans as I massaged her shoulders and back into relaxation.
“Oh really,” I asked as my cock came to life against her lower back. That was certainly an explanation-
“Yeah, if I seem extra horny, that’s probably it. Not that my handsome pegasus isn’t enough to make me wink all on his own,” She told me quickly. I felt a particularly tough knot and pushed down on it, she yelped and jumped a bit. When she settled back down her body was sitting against my lower stomach and my cock was resting below her flustered slit. “Ooh, easy there. I really can’t have you popping off in me, as much as I want you too-”
“O-okay,” I said as I released her shoulders. She pulled herself off of me and flashed her wet tail out of the way as she moved to the other side of the tub. Her hind hooves pressed against mine as my erection throbbed.
“H-here, I wanna preen you. I don’t want my stallion with his feathers all messed up,” Ivy said to me from across the tub. I picked myself up and walked over, before sitting back against her. She was the big spoon for the time being-
I moaned as she stroked my back, one of her hooves playing across the base of my wings. Needless to say, I let my wings spread in front of her.
“Goddesses, I love your wings,” Ivy said before pulling my right wing closer to her with her magic. Her hooves began to ruffle across the surface of them, looking for any damaged or out of place feathers. She found a primary pretty quickly. Ivy dipped her muzzle down and pulled it out with a slight pinch.
“Oof,” I groaned before relaxing a bit as secondary feather came out painlessly. “I love that you love my wings,” I finished as she pulled another primary out. After that we fell into another gentle rhythm as the tub finished filling. Now we were up to our necks in warm bubbly water, a pair of young-ish ponies just enjoying our lazy saturday. This wasn’t the first time we had done this, but it was still novel- Maybe it would always be novel, the way a mare you loved always stayed beautiful. There was a timelessness to every pull and preen. Somehow I knew that we would be doing this for a long time.
“You falling asleep on me Skittles?” Ivy said before nipping my ear lightly.
“No! I’m just enjoying your preening skills. How much better they’ve gotten,” I said before she forcefully yanked a feather out- “Like that!”
She just laughed for a second before letting her other hoof slip down my frame, before coming to rest against my sheath. A gentle touch there was enough to get me hard and throbbing again. “I love hearing about my personal growth, even if mine isn’t as visible as yours,” Ivy said with a laugh.
“Ha-ha, you tease,” I said with a smile on my face, one she couldn’t see.
“I gotta get you nice and pent up for tonight-”
“You’re in heat though,” I interrupted her, to that she moved to cup my balls.
“I know that, and if you pop off in me, I’m gonna be pretty peeved. I’m too busy for a foal right now, even if they would be the most adorable little shithead possible,” She said in a serious tone as I felt my cock release a nice bit of pre into the slowly cooling water. “No, I was thinking of a special surprise.” I turned my head to see her grinning at me, mischievously.
“No, I’m not getting fixed!” I said immediately. Ivy cackled at that.
“Aw damn! We’re gonna have to go with the second idea then.” She said after a few seconds of laughing… “Don’t worry, but don’t try to spoil it either.”


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We went to a movie after toweling off and spending an inordinate amount of time with the blow-dryer. Ivy put on her white hoodie, I threw on a pleather jacket I wore to and from work a lot. Our plans weren’t fine dining, or meeting the princesses, no, we were going to see Nightmare On Moon Street. Then, we were gonna hit up this pub near my place and get shots.
“Tomorrow, is sunday, that’s Celestia’s day,” Ivy started to say as we made our way to the hoof of the stairs. “So, it’s basically a holiday.”
“And that’s why we should drink?”
“That almost sounds like blasphemy coming out of your muzzle mister,” Ivy shot back, bumping her hip against mine softly. Then again, her hips were pretty plush to begin with-
From there, we saw the movie and enjoyed it.
Eventually we popped up at the pub, before having the door spill open with a group of intoxicated lads. They were probably of the same opinion about drinking and sundays as Ivy.
“Hello Corkscrew!” I said to the pub pony at the front.
“Hey, Skittles, I’m more than happy to see you, because you brought Ivy along! She keeps this place running!” Corkscrew said in the most chirpy voice a pub owner could muster. Which isn’t that chirpy, but I appreciated it nonetheless.
“Nice to see you too Cork, give us the regular, medium style,” Ivy said to him. He just nodded. And turned to his mugs and taps.
“What?” I asked, Ivy just shrugged at me. Regardless, a pint of cider and a pint of mead were in front of us quickly. Ivy beat me to the draw and pushed five coppers pieces his way. She nodded at me before grabbing the mugs in her magic and making a beeline for our favourite boot.
We were lucky, a group was stumbling out of it right as we were making our way over to it. I made my way over to it quickly. Pushing myself into the booth, the worn upholstery smelled of good times long past. Not that surprising, this was one of the oldest pubs in Baltimare. Then again, it still had its rowdy vitality to it. That was what mattered most to a city, Manehattan may have new glass towers going up every other day, but this city still had it’s soul. And well, the rent around here wasn’t bad-
“Hey, you ruminating about random aspects of urban life, in a kind of nascent anti-pastoral movement?” Ivy said to me as she lifted her mug up and took the first good gulp of her Cider.
“No, no, I just really like thinking about the details around us,” I half lied to her. I was more of an Urban romanticist, not an anti-pastoral pony. The countryside may be overrated, but it’s not bad per se.
“Ehh, most places are pretty much the same, it’s the ponies I notice. Unless it’s Fillydelphia, never go there, it’s like someone decided to build a bunch of foundries and feedlots right next to each other, and then dump all the refuse into the river that runs through it. Did you hear about it catching on fire recently, took the pegasi around there like a week to put it out-” She told me before taking a drink. My own meade was alright, a little tart for my tastes, maybe the bees were angry about something when their honey was taken.
“That’s kinda crazy, was it some kind of Alchemical accident?” I asked her, low key laying a hoof on the table beside hers. Ivy took hers and laid it on top of mine. I smiled as she continued.
“Petroleum actually, it was a byproduct of a process by which you can make it burn longer and cleaner within and engine. Ironically, the leftovers are really really hard to put out. Apparently some kind of foam is in the works, starve it of oxygen. Maybe the princesses should actually do something about it.” Ivy finished and took her next large swallow. I could actually see it travelling down her throat- It reminded me a bit of this morning…
“Yeah, it’s a travesty that Canterlot is pretty silent in the face of these things, I mean, I don’t think Filly has the political clout to fight the industries that basically keep the city employed,” I told her, letting my hoof tap a little at the age polished oak table beneath us.
“Well, maybe we can write a very poignant letter to the Princesses,” Ivy said before sticking her tongue out. “She has to do something other than eat cake to enjoy the Mandate of the Heavens.”
“I agree that she has to do things for the good of the ponies under her, but I maintain that she has the mandate because she can move the Celestial Bodies,” I said with a chuckle before dumping more Mead down my gullet. It was always funny with alcohol, the more you drank of it, the better it became. Minutes passed and we finished our drinks and moved to more inane kinds of conversation.
After a little while we felt like we had spent enough time in this familiar place. And so we trotted out, leaning against one another. We might have seemed more intoxicated than we were, we had only had one drink of mead and cider, and split a stout. But half the fun of drinking as an adult is getting into the act, being a bit more forward, a bit more fun. Socially Lubricated some might say-
Not that lube has any significant part in the next section of our story…

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“Well, that was fun,” I said to Ivy as I pushed the key into the lock. The interior was darker than we had left it. Nighttime tends to do that, but somehow my marginally addled mind was surprised by it. Ponies weren’t nocturnal creatures, even if our eyes were rather large. What it did do is make me flip on all the lights. I turned to Ivy, who was about as buzzed as I was, with that same smirk on her face.
“It really was Skittles,” Ivy said before closing the remaining distance and placing a kiss on my mouth. “I’m gonna take a quick shower, if you wanna lay down on that bed of yours, well, that would be wonderful.”
“Alright, have a good shower,” I said to her before making some controlled conscious steps into the bedroom. Moments later, I heard the shower turn on. I looked the bed stand and picked up my novel, Pony-Up. Complete pulpy nonsense. A guilty pleasure of mine. I was maybe ten pages into it when I heard the door open, out strutted Ivy, her mane was still slightly wet. She was wearing a blue flannel shirt, unbuttoned and hanging over her chest and upper barrel loosely. On her hinds she wore a pair of leggings that seemed to reflect all the light that hit them, yet were black, the way they hugged her flanks made my sheath start to swell all on their own-
In her magic was a bottle of lube. My buzzed mind finally put the pieces together in that moment, and it made my cock throb from within my sheath. Seconds later it hardened and pushed out as she walked over to the bed, before spinning around and lifting her tail. My eyes locked onto her gleaming pussy, and her tailhole. Both were-
“Clean enough to eat off of Skittles,” She said before shaking her rump in front of me. I reached out with a hoof and groped her flank, she let out a moan and smirked at me. “You wanna try Anal?” Ivy said, voice dripping with mirth. And well, her other parts were dripping too-
“Hell yes,” I said before covering my own mouth with a wing. “I mean-Yes Ivy, I would love to stuff your beautiful rump!”
She took that as a yes and climbed up onto the bed. I watched happily as she pointed her rump up in the air, using all the pillows on the bed to support her hips. After getting comfortable she looked at me and winked at me, with her eyebrows-
“D-damn,” I said as I moved over to her and pressing my muzzle between her hind legs. She smelled good, that was something big and little skittles agreed upon. When I teasingly bit her inner thighs she groaned and pulled on my ears with her magic.
“C’mon, I’ve been burning up all day!” Ivy said before releasing me, I took the time to deliver a long stroke over her slit. Her moan was louder than I expected. My ears flipped own before I pressed my tongue against her pussy, I extended it out as far as I could before penetrating her depths. Her ass shook in front of my eyes, as I began to tongue her aggressively. “Ooh, Skittles!” Ivy yelled as I began to get into it. Her juices began to coat my muzzle, and her winking clit kissed my tongue every other second.
“Ivy, you’re delicious,” I told her as I took a second to catch my breath. If she wasn’t a wet horny mess before, well, she was now.
“Heat, dude, it’s the heeeeat-” I cut her off when I did something I had never done before. I let my tongue slide over her perineum before licking around her tight little butthole. That gave her pause. “Oooh,” Ivy moaned as I laid sloppy strokes all over her anus. My cock twitched underneath me.
“Somepony likes this,” I said with humour in my voice before licking up against her dock and feeling her body quiver under my ministrations. My hooves rested against her booty and groped away, while I readied myself for the push-
“Yes!” She answered as I pressed my tongue into her warm ring. It tasted like soap and skin, she moaned and writhed under me as I stuffed her as well as I could with my tongue. The next few minutes were spent by me loosening her rump up, while keeping her pussy nice and winking by grinding against her with my hooves. The amount of fluid her heat tinged pussy was making was crazy, I was gonna need to was everything on the bed afterward. My favourite part was her starting to hump against the pillows beneath her. Ivy seemed to be completely gone with the pleasure going on around her. I mean, to be fair, my own cock was throbbing and dripping onto the bed beneath it too- Something about a mare in heat was making me go crazy too. There was a word for it-
“Rut me!” That was the word I was looking for. I lifted myself up onto my haunches and laid my chest on her shirt covered back. I felt my wings flare as I aimed my hard shaft at her pussy- “Oooh,” Ivy moaned as I pressed my head into her warm folds. I bottomed out in her a single moment, but many moans later. I felt my heart rate skyrocket as I felt her wink against my shaft, my hips pulled back as I felt our pillar of pillow shift underneath us. Ivy bit her hoof as I thrust my hips back into her, I felt her clench down around me as her hind legs pulled together.
“M-more!” I heard her say as I bent my head down to nip at her neck, taking in the scent of my pretty mare’s mane. The fact that her dark brown mane smelled like my shampoo made my cock twitch inside her. I had to hold back from bucking myself into her. My own breath was hotter than usual as it flowed out of my nose. I was in Rut. My mare was in heat. Something in that those thoughts was the hottest part of this. Enough to have me flare up inside of her. As soon I realized I was so close, I pulled myself out of her. She mewled something at the lack of cock inside of her.
“I-Ivy, I was flared!” I told her, to which she flipped her tail down as I laid behind her and waited for a bit of that closeness to dissipate.
“D-dude,” she said before climbing off and looking at me. “T-thanks f-for pulling out,” there was horiness, and fear in her voice. And relief when she knew that her stallion had pulled out of her. In a moment that smirk came back. Her magic surrounded that tube of lubricant before dragging it over.
“Oh my,” I managed to say as she popped it open and moved it over to my cock. She winked at me before squirted a dollop on it, before spreading it over the surface with a few rough hoof strokes. And then she turned herself around and laid on her back, I grabbed the bottle with my hoof before getting myself up close and personal with her rear once more. With a little squeeze on the bottle I managed to squirt a bunch of the stuff all over her dock and butthole.
“Ooh, cold,” Ivy said with a smile. As I massaged it over her tailhole with a hoof.
“Right,” I said, as I was just about to mount her from the front and test the water’s with my head.
“No-no, this can be painful the first time, I’ve heard from friends,” She told me before picking herself up and gently pushing me onto my back. “So, I’m gonna be in the lead, alright?” I nodded at that and got comfortable for the ride to come. I felt her weight settle over me, but not quite at the angle I was used to. Ivy was bent back a little more than usual.
“Ooh,” I moaned as I felt her forehooves come to rest on my chest at the same time as her lubed up and tongue stretched tailhole pressed against the head of my throbbing cock. “This is a good surprise!” I said as I watched her bite her lips, her unbuttoned shirt tickling my stomach a little.
“Only the best for- You!” Ivy finished with a yell as the head pushed past her asshole, and into the tightness beyond. I settled my hooves more firmly on her flank as she adjusted to the brand new sensations. Even with a mind in the throws of rut, I was content to just feel her anus stretch and writhe around me.
After a little while, she looked down at me, a new relaxation apparent on her face. The next few inches were heaven as she sunk her ass down on my cock at a tantalising speed. All of that lube now felt necessary as the delicious crushing pressure of her ass worked itself on half of my cock.
“Dude, you’re so big,” Ivy said to me with a moan as she came to my medial ring.
“N-no, you’re just so tight,” I replied as we both groaned at the feeling of her sliding down my ring. One of my hooves left her ass to grab at the bedsheets as the full feeling of being inside her butt became known.
“S-shut-up S-skittles, you big dicked, handsome fucker,” Ivy said in a studdttery tone as she bottomed out on my base. I was fully hilted in her, and it was the best thing I had ever felt.
“I-I’ll let you win this time,” I responded as I just watched this beautiful mare smile back at me. Her hooves rubbed at my chest softly as we both just came to grips with the sensation. My eyes focused on her horn, it was lit. “That lube was a good c-call,” I told her between moans, as I wondered what she was using her magic on.
“Yeah, it was,” She said before biting her lips and lifting her hips up a few inches. The moment she dropped herself back down was the moment I realized that if there was a heaven, it was inside Ivy’s rump. Our moans were simultaneous as she picked herself up again, and began to bounce on my cock. All of the day played back to me as I just sat there and enjoyed the ride. This was  a good day. The next few minutes are ones that I will always remember, the subtle texture of her ass and the throbbing tightness of her butthole against my base and ring was nothing short of amazing. Her moans and mine intermixed like a pornographic symphony. Finally, I felt my cock begin to throb again. The head was flaring up inside of her, and I knew I was going to fill her up-
“Aah,” I heard Ivy yell as I felt her cum around me. Everything tightened up around me, if before it was tight, now it was a pressure cooker. My hips thrusted up into her. She squeaked loudly, as I forced myself to hilt in her hot butt.
“Ivy!” I screamed as I felt my first rope of seed force itself deeper inside of her. There was another squeak from her as my second and third shot began to seep between my cock and her anus. My little bucks and motions had stopped a few seconds but her orgasm hadn’t yet. She was cumming atop me- Until she fell forward onto my chest.
“Dude, your cum feels so weird in there,” Ivy said as I moved one of my hooves up to stroke her mane. I let out a yawn as I felt my penis begin to grow flaccid inside her.
“I believe you,” I said simply as she she reciprocated my own yawn. “Did you really cum that hard just from anal?”
“I mean, it helped,” Ivy responded softly, while rubbing a hoof over one of my wings, still half ridged at my side. “But, I was rubbing my pussy with my magic when I started bouncing,” I let out a sound of recognition as my now dopamine tinged brain connected the pieces again. By now I was feeling all the effects of the alcohol, the orgasm, and the warm fluffy mare laying on me. Tomorrow, I was going to be spending a lot of time at the laundromat-
“Haha, but you liked it?” I asked her as I felt my eyes begin to droop. She wasn’t doing much better, she had rested her head on the fluffiest part of my chest. And I had drapped a wing over her.
“I did,” Ivy said to me before closing her eyes. “Night Skittles.”
“Goodnight Ivy,” I said to her as I closed my own.

My last thought was: I’m so glad that I opened that door, the night before. 



The End