Learning Sign's sign language
You groaned as you walked out of the classroom, stretching your neck slightly and feeling the muscles and tendons pop comfortably back into place. You had never liked morning lectures…
It wasn’t that you hated university. Hell, you had told Celestia that you’d already gotten your bachelor’s degree in commerce with a concentration in accounting, but she’d still insisted that you enroll in the fall semester at Canterlot University.
She’d tried to hide it in the typical pony bullcrap: “Oh, it will be such a good experience for you Anon! Such a good chance for you to go and meet new ponies and learn about your new home!”
Yeah, right. You knew that she was just trying to get you out of the castle, where you’d been grumpily moping for the past few months since you’d discovered that your accidental trip to Equestria was a one-way ticket and you wouldn’t be heading back home any time soon.
Still, you had to credit the large-butt-having alicorn: the past few weeks had actually been a lot of fun. You did like learning, and discovering how magic actually worked from a biological and scientific standpoint was fascinating to say the least. You were having a little more trouble handling the interaction part of the deal though, which you knew had been Celestia’s true aim all along. It wasn’t that your fellow students were rude or unkind… that seemed to be almost impossible for a pony to demonstrate: it was almost like they were biologically hard-wired for friendliness and compassion.
But you were still the weird, pink-skinned, monkey creature… the rumours about your eating meat, coming from a lonely race with no contact with different sapient species… and of your sharp teeth didn’t help much either. You’d been last to be picked for pretty much any group project work, and you could really feel the eyes of other ponies follow you as you moved from class to class.
This morning class was the worst offender. Not only was it scheduled before your brain had a chance to fully activate and begin processing the information of the day, but there was a particularly conspicuous pair of mares that seemed to focus on you in this class. They would sit behind or around you, never quite close enough to interact with when the lecture would wrap up, but always close enough that you would feel their presence.
At first you thought that it might have just been your suspicious nature, and that they were just like any other pair of students in the class, but as time went along you began to notice whenever you dropped a pencil or shuffled your notes or papers, they would inevitably react.
You weren’t sure how they were doing it, but you were positive that they were communicating somehow about you - perhaps some kind of a telepathy spell?
In any case, you always felt their eyes on you - though they’d turn away quickly if you tried to return their stares.
You were attempting to make your quick exit as the professor assigned the required readings for the following class, when the smaller, darker mare from your surveillance team grabbed your arm with a free hoof as you passed her. It was like an electric shock - you couldn’t believe that they’d escalated to actually touching you! You resisted the urge to jerk back your arm from the strange touch of her delicate hoof, but she couldn’t help noticing your stiffened tense posture and she seemed to wilt under your scrutiny.
Seeing her face up close for the first time, you noticed that she was a real cutie. You’d long gotten over the fact that these adorable little creatures seemed attractive to you, and that some were more attractive to you than others. This mare’s big beautiful eyes and blushing face, her adorable little nose and her lovely mane were checking all the boxes for you.
She nervously pulled her hoof back to her side, rubbing herself with it awkwardly as she seemed to struggle for words. This wasn’t what you were expecting at all… you thought that this mare had been secretly sniping and making fun of the big dumb alien… but now she looked positively nervous and…. Shy?
It was making your cold heart melt as you could see her eyes darting back and forth in panic, too unsure of herself to make the first move as ponies walked around you.
You slung your backpack onto one shoulder, flashed what you hoped was a friendly smile, and spoke. “Hey. What’s up?”
The blush on her face seemed to burn three shades brighter, as she took a sudden interest in studying her hooves with a dopey grin on her face. She might have stood there for who knows how long, if she hadn’t been interrupted by her brownish-orange colored friend, who gave her a little hip-check to remind her to say something.
“Uhh… h-h-hi! M-m-meet me in the West Wing at… t-two o’clock… please?” She stammered out, her eyes meeting yours briefly before looking elsewhere, trying not to meet your dumbfounded stare.
You were just about to reply with a confused query response, when she suddenly shut her eyes tightly and ran out of the lecture hall, like some kind of spooked horse… OK well, that makes sense actually.
The brownish unicorn friend looked over at her escaping compatriot with a disapproving shake of her muzzle and an eye roll. Before bringing her eyes back to you. She reached up a hoof in salutation as she began to leave. You could have sworn that you actually saw the letters ‘L8R’ on her underhoof before she began trotting away, but you shook your head in disbelief - it was probably just your brain playing tricks on you and interpreting her gesture literally.
Right?
A few hours later you were checking your watch as you headed toward the west wing. A big part of you wanted to just ditch this bizarre invitation - just who were these two mares anyway? This whole thing felt like it could be a really bad idea…
Still, you went - something about that blushing nervous mare was too cute not to follow-up on… and wasn’t the whole point of you coming to this silly university to make friends with ponies? Maybe this was your first chance to connect outside of class with others?
You turned a corner, coming into one of the hallways just outside a lecture hall, currently empty, and coming face to face with the two mares from your morning class.
It was apparent that they had just been conversing with one another, and your sudden arrival put a damper on everything as an awkward silence descended over the three of you. Your eyes noticed that both mares had dressed a little differently for the occasion. The orange-brown mare was now wearing a pair of stockings and a long black t-shirt, her blushing dark gray colored friend had on a skirt and a purple hoodie sweater, which only revealed a hint of her wings beneath. She also had her own set of matching stockings adorning her hind legs. Your face began to heat up immediately as your brain thought, instantly: ‘C-cute…’
The first one to speak was the orange and brown mare. Sort of.
Your eyes did a double take as they tried to believe what they were seeing. It seemed, unbelievably, like she had a tattoo down her right arm, which was outstretched in greeting toward you.
Hey there.
Your mind was spinning, trying to catch up… why would she have such a strange tattoo on her arm? Was it really for situations like this? What was the point of something like that? In fact… did pony’s even get tattoos? Didn’t they have fu-
Your train of thought was cut off, and your brain short-circuited, the letters were shifting right in front of your eyes! It was as if there was some kind of magical ink that was filling each and every individual hair of her fur, turning it a pitch black and quickly morphing the text to form new words.
Are you just gonna stand there...
She paused a moment, the space on her arm used up, before letting the words clear and other words replace them.
...with your mouth open?
“Buh-buh wh-wha?” Your mouth struggled to form words as it raced to try to understand what was going on. Your eyes darted back and forth between the mare’s arm and her face and mouth, unsure of what to focus on for the purposes of communication.
“S-sign! Stop it! You’re freaking him out!” Her friend spoke up suddenly, a look of concern on her features as she prodded her friend, trying to convince her not to mess with you any further. The lovely pegasus pony mare who’d just spoken looked over at you bashfully with her large, beautiful amber, colored eyes. “S-sorry, Sign loves to make ponies get flustered.” She nodded toward the other mare, who was making the motions of a laughing pony… but without making ANY sounds.
“S-sign?” Your mouth managed to utter as you pointed at the mute pony, your head cocked in confusion as you still tried to catch up with everything.
“Mhmm…” The gray pony nodded, smiling at you. “And my name is Charcoal.” She reached out a hoof to you in the universal gesture of greeting.
“I’m An-anon.” You stammered, bumping your fist against her hoof, and turning toward Sign, who had also extended her own arm to greet you.
We know all about YOU, Anon.
The ink-black text formed on her other arm as you touched her hoof as well.
“Y-you do?” You asked, an eyebrow cocked.
Sign snorted, while rolling her eyes (so she could make some noises, after all.Of course. You are kind of a big deal in... This time she reared up and crossed her other arm over her chest to giver herself more writing area, revealing that she could do this writing trick on both arms.
...Equestria.
“H-how are you doing that? Wh-why are you doing that?” You stammered out, half tempted to to reach out and touch the ponies changing fur.
“Oh, that’s Sign’s special talent, she can change the coloration of any part of her body at will,” Charcoal explained, “she’s mute, so she tends to make good use of i-” Charcoal was cut off as a stiff jab from Sign landed on her shoulder, making her grimace and rub it.
I can speak for myself, THANKS. Sign glowered at her friend, the writing capitalized on the final word as an added bit of snark.
“S-sorry Sign-y, I just thought it’d help since he’s a little freaked to ‘hear’ the explanation, not READ it….” Charcoal motioned toward you as she tried to placate her friend.
Sign simply rolled her eyes and pouted, crossing her arms.
“I’m NOT freaked.” You grumbled. But, yeah, you were… kindah. “I’m not gonna lie, that’s a pretty incredible talent… is it really you controlling that? Can you make anything that you…” you shut your mouth as you watched Sign grin and begin to display an animated smiling pony face on her arm. The face winked at you.
“Woah! That’s incredible!” You marvel at yet another wonder which you would have never seen back on Earth.
“H-hey! Cut it out, Sign!” Charcoal whines, tugging at her friends black t-shirt, “You’re doing it again! You always steal the show…”
Sign grinned evilly, sticking her tongue out at her friend, but this did make you wonder… why were you asked to come here anyway?
“Uh… sorry to interrupt. B-but… why did you ask me here, again?” You stick your hands in your pockets, trying to act casual.
Instantly, Charcoal begins to blush. The beet-red face that was present at the morning lecture has returned in a flash, and she starts to focus on a point on the ground, grinding one of her hooves and doing everything she could not to focus on your face. “Uh… umm… w-welll…”
Sign rolled her eyes, letting words form as she reared up to cross her arms for maximum writing space again.
If you won’t tell him, I will.
Words spread across one arm. Charcoal read the line and simply nodded, embarrassed.
We’ve been watching you, Anon. The text began to fill in and out in unison, creating a useful stream of communication that was easy to read. At first we were just curious. But you seem like a really nice guy. We wanted to get to know you better. You are actually pretty cute.
As the words traced from left to right, you watched Charcoal get more and more shy, rearing up onto her rear legs and burying her face in her hooves, even though you could see her eyes darting between her friends arms and your face, looking for a reaction from you.
You were skeptical, you knew that Equestria had different ideas about who should initiate relationships, what with the different gender ratios here, it was pretty common for a mare, or mares, to make the first move on stallions, at least according to the sociology classes you were taking… but you couldn't believe that you’d be experiencing the effect first hand! There was no way such an interesting and confident mare like Sign, and such an absolute beauty like Charcoal would be interested in you.
“Y-yeah right…” You swallowed. “Are you guys just teasing me? I can’t believe that two gorgeous mares like you would like a weird monkey-creature like me.”
Sign smirked, words forming on her right arm as she stepped over to Charcoal, pushing the gray pegasus-mare’s hooves down to reveal her face.
I like you.
Sign’s eyes took on a sultry look and went half-lidded as she took the hem of her friend’s skirt. Your eyes darted from Charcoal’s adorable smiling face down to the actions that Sign was performing, as she.... lifted… her friend’s skirt… to her bellybutton.
She likes you.
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You could see Charcoal’s nethers, dripping with hot, sticky juices, little strands of gossamer fluid connecting her beautiful inner thighs and darker, plump mound with one another.
You’d seen pony-bits before… it was hard NOT to in a world of nudists, but never like this.
Charcoal bit her lower lip, looking at you with a hopeful plea that instantly turned your heart into a mushy puddle.
“I… uh…. Wh-...” You stammered, taking your shaking hands out of your pockets and bringing them to your chin.
Sign laughed silently as she went back down to all fours and began walking toward you.
I think we broke the little human.
Before you could even begin to protest, she lowered her head and began to push you, gently but forcefully through the open door into the empty lecture hall. You barely put up any resistance as you looked over your shoulder at the two mares guiding you inward, you did notice that Charcoal shut the door behind her.
“D-don’t worry Anon, there aren’t any classes in this wing for the rest of the day, we checked.” Charcoal smiles at you, clicking the lock on the door closed.
“O-OK? Why would that worry me?” You ask, your brain still racing to catch up. Sign had stopped head-pushing you, walking over to join her friend instead, the pair of them eyeing you like hungry wolves.
Because you’re going to buck us silly. Sign’s arm displayed as she licked her lips.
“Wh-what!?” You half shouted. But the mares were already approaching you - could this really be happening?
“I’m sorry Anon,” Charcoal sheepishly smiled, “I’d read in the articles about you that humans tend to take things a bit slower… but…” Charcoal’s had crossed the distance as she spoke, and put her muzzle into your denim clothed crotch, making you sit back on the professor’s desk, “...I was hoping that we could skip that, for today…” She looked up at you, with a smile, her warm, wet nose pressed against your inner thigh and your junk, which was quickly reacting favorably to the situation.
Are all humans this meek when it comes to sex? Sign displayed at you, as she sultrily sashayed to your side, laying a warm, wet lick along the side of your neck.
There was only so much that a red-blooded male could take before he went over the edge, the teasing about humans being weaklings was just the last straw. You had to stand up for yourself! You couldn’t be bullied around by two adorably cute, boopable, mares.... Could you?
As Charcoal continued to sweetly moan into your hardening erection, and Sign kept licking your chin, your thoughts raced to all the possible consequences of going along with this. Celestia could get mad and throw you out of University? No. You could get entangled in a pony-romance that you had no idea what to do in? Maybe…. But there was something in you, a spirit of adventure perhaps, or maybe it was the fact that you hadn’t been laid for months now… or the fact that you were being so heavily desired by two beautiful females…
Whatever it was, you were in. And if you were in, then you were going to have fun with this.
“No, they’re not…” You grabbed the shoulders of Charcoal as you began to sit up, to their credit the aggressive mares didn’t pin you down - but you weren’t trying to escape, “but humans like to get their girls ready before they fuck.”
As you finished this statement with a grin, you picked up the smaller pegasus mare bodily. You could feel her wings flapping and trying to spread under her hoodie. Lifting under her armpits, you twisted her around as she looked at you with a stunned expression, before finally sitting her on top of the professor's desk in the lecture hall, her cute butt plopping onto the beautiful cedar table so that she was facing you.
“Wh-what are you doing?” Charcoal asked, her eyes looking a little scared at the predatory gleam in your eyes.
You smiled back at her, ducking your head down as you lifted her skirt, revealing her dripping marehood. Immediately you were hit with a blast of hot, humid air that smelled of peppermint.
“Eating you.”
Charcoal squeaked, shifting and moving her legs closer together, momentarily squelching your view of her pussy. “Y-you can’t… stallions usually don’t… you don’t have to…”
You put a hand on each of her thighs prying her legs apart as you dipped down past her cute belly button and small teats. Your eyes feasted upon the swollen, darker colored mound that was her marehood. The swollen lips belied a powerful ring of aroused muscle, and her winking, fat clitoris would push those lips open periodically, peeling back her throbbing petals to reveal a juicy, twisting, pink interior that clenched and swirled with a life of its own.
“I’m no stallion.”
With that you buried your nose right under her red-hot lovebud, feeling it throb and grind against your skin as your lips pressed in to her opening. She was small, which made sense given her size, but she was also strong. As your tongue lapped from the bottom of her pussy upwards, you could feel the clenching musculature threatening to pin it, to trap you inside her.
“Hng, oh… y-yes!” You felt hooves on the back of your head as she began to press you deeper into her snatch. Unlike any romp you’d had back on Earth, the flavor and aroma were intoxicating, a heady, spicy musk of peppermint that made you desperate for more.
Your eyes caught movement, and your vision was suddenly filled with Sign’s face. She’d hopped up onto the professor’s desk of her own accord, and was leaning in to watch your work up close. You didn’t stop your oral ministrations, but you marvelled internally as you watched words swirl and appear on Sign’s face, forming a phrase just under her cute freckles.
Going to leave me out, hm?
The words wiped away quickly and were replaced as she smirked up at you.
She likes it… HERE.
Sign’s horn suddenly illuminated, an orange glow appearing around it, and an instant later, also appearing around Charcoal’s clitoris. You crossed your eyes to look down your nose and watch the unicorn’s magic thrum with power, buzzing the helpless mare’s most sensitive bit.
“OH C-CELESTIAaaaaa…..” Charcoal squeaked out, clenching your face even tighter, almost painfully. Her hips lifted slightly off the table and her legs fell further apart, as she tried to open herself completely to you. Her wings were fluttering and flapping under the hoodie as she writhed on her back.
I think she’s about to... Appeared on one side of Sign’s cheek, and then a moment later a words appeared on the other side: POP!
“Hng… F-f-f-fuuuuuuUUUUUUUUCK” Little spasms quickly turned into violent shakes, as the pegasus-pony under you began to show her terrifying strength. You had a first hand view as you watched her powerful muscles coil and uncoil, waves of pleasure cascading through her body, before her tight pussy began to quiver and then wink uncontrollably, again and again and again….
Then she squirted.
Or perhaps the more appropriate term would be gushed. Or flooded.
In any case, you felt your shirt getting soaked as stream after stream of hot, sticky, mare-cum splashed out of her overwhelmed tunnel, desperately soaking itself in wanton pleasure.
You stood up, wiping your chin of the dripping stickiness and looking down at your handiwork: a gasping, totally satisfied mare fully lying on her back, eyes closed and mouth open as she struggled vainly for breath.
You were interrupted from your victory lap by the sensation of your pants being fiddled with, and you looked down to see that same orange glow surrounding your crotch. A quick glance over at Sign showed her looking at you mischievously, before writing passed over her arms.
Good work stud. But no more... the message continued on the other arm, playing around, it’s time to… do her nice and quick like… a good stallion.
As you were focusing on her message, she managed to unsnap your jeans buckle and unzip your fly. You didn’t have time to move your hands defensively before your jeans had been yanked down around your ankles. A moment later, your briefs were slipped down too. Suddenly your penis was freed, springing into view excitedly... it had been fully, impatiently erect for a while now, demanding attention.
You brought your hands from Charcoal’s quivering hips to your groin as quickly as you could, looking to grab or hide (not an easy task) your manhood from Sign’s hungry eyes, but she quickly reached her hooves out to grab both your hands and keep them away from your treasure.
Uh uh, let me... She smiled up at you, before focusing on your dick, you were happy to see that her eyes went a little wide and her mouth opened into a small ‘o’... you’d wondered how you might stack up to stallions. W-woah… you ARE a big boy.
You were no slouch, that was for sure… a good 8 inches of good ol’ human dick, and enough girth to fill a soupcan.
You felt Sign’s magic aura stroke you up and down, playing with your length as she chuckled silently, waggling your cock left and right like an obscene stick shift.
No more playing around… it’s rude to keep a mare... still pinning your hands, Sign leaned forward and reached out with her tongue, the hot, wet, pink muscles starting right at your balls and slowly dragging up your shaft, her eyes never leaving yours before she finished her lavish lick by flicking your delicate head, all the while she’d let a word fill her cheeks teasingly letter by letter. Waaaaaaiting...
Suddenly, she pushed you forward with her magic, a strong impulse on your behind making you almost stumble forward as the naughty unicorn used her telekinesis to line you up with her friend’s still quivering pussy.
You clenched your eyes shut in abject pleasure as you felt the slick, squelching of her tight tunnel press against your fat cockhead, there was a momentary shudder as her small body resisted your size, accompanied by a moan from the hapless mare, but a half-second later the impossible tightness gave way, permitting your cock to push into her, displacing more sticky fluid out of her as you sank inch after fat inch into her cunt.
“Oh f-fuck!” Charcoal moaned, her legs trying to wrap around your hips and pull you in. It was getting harder as you pushed further in, the tightness growing and becoming vise-like. All the while you were assaulted by such an incredible, volcanically hot, twisting and gripping swirl of muscle, while her fat clitoris darted in and out, grinding against the top of your shaft.
Only a moment later, you felt your head press against something solid, with 2 inches of you still outside, and the little mare began to writhe and groan even louder. You had bottomed out in her small body, and instinct took over, your hips beginning their biological imperative to pump in and out of this female until you had bred her.
As you withdraw, the little mare’s lips gripped at you, not wanting to let you out with your delivery of seed, the pink muscular walls of her inner vagina were being pulled outwards from their gripping suction, and the feeling was intense… almost as intense as the sudden buzzing of a magical field around your balls and pressing against your taint.
Your eyes snapped open, and you looked down on a smiling Sign, her horn ignited and playing with some of your other more sensitive areas, with two words appearing on her cheeks.
Fuck her.
You proceeded to do just that, pumping in and out, with more vigor. It wasn’t long before Charcoal began catching her breath, moaning out your name as you pistoned in and out of her.
“Ah… Ah-Anon… y-yes… m-more…”
The spattering sounds of your union filled the empty lecture hall, a steady dripping and slapping of flesh against flesh the only noises… and then you felt something inside Charcoal give. It was at the bottom of one of your more insistent strokes, but the barrier that was there before seemed to spread slightly. At this point you weren’t thinking clearly at all, and your biological imperative simply demanded that you cram more of your sex deeper into your filly, whatever the consequences. On the next stroke you felt an impossibly tight ring of muscle part, pinching your cockhead almost painfully, letting it barely squeeze through, and then it gave way.
You slid all the way into Charcoal’s uterus, past her tiny cervix, hitting her completely and pushing a small bump up through her belly.
It was the final straw for her.
“Y-yeeeeeEEEEESSSSSSS!”
Her shudders were transmitted to you through the legs wrapping around you, but were quickly forgotten as her vagina began to milk at your cock, begging for its stick release, the uterus spasming and attempting to coax your cockhead to blow it’s load right into her fertile womb.
Her wings strained wildly against the constraining fabric of the hoodie, obviously not a pegasus-version, add they tried to extend to their full wing span.
Fluid gushed in spurts from her snatch, soaking your groin as you pushed as deeply as you could, the twisting grip not letting you go in any direction but further in.
You felt a pain in your gut and your balls as your urge to cum rose, you wouldn’t deny this mare, you’d give her your batter.
You groaned loudly and prepared to shoot…
Only for nothing to happen.
Agonizingly you looked down, to see the glow of the magic field under your body and around the base of your cock. Sign had pressed deeply against your vas deferens, preventing the orgasmic spasms from overtaking you and leading to your ejaculatory throes of pleasure.
Aside from a wicked, evil smile, there was only one thing on the mare’s face.
My turn.
Sign hopped up on the table fully, mounting her friend so that they were belly to belly, before flopping down on her and grinding her muzzle into Charcoal’s kissing her deeply as the pegasus-pony continued to ride out her orgasm.
At the same time, you felt the magic field gently pull your cock free from the dark pussy it had been jammed into. With a nasty-sounding splorch, it sprung free of the tight marehood, followed by a flow of sticky mare-juice and pre-cum, which splattered down to the floor.
The magic field stroked your cock a few times playfully, while Sign’s tail flicked back and forth playfully, before flagging up, pushing the black t-shirt well out of the way and giving you the view of a lifetime.
You had to catch your breath as you marvelled at what was before you. A delicious mare sandwich that you could only have dreamed of: On top beneath a wagging brown tail and the cutest little dock, was a beautiful, adorable, well-toned butt. In between those perfect round bundles of muscle was a tight ring of muscle, the sweetest, tightest tailhole you’d ever seen, you could understand why some ot the more vulgar stallions would call them ponuts.
Below that was Sign’s marehood, much like her friends, it was a shade darker, and swollen with her arousal. It was much smaller though, perhaps some difference between unicorn and pegasus-pony physiology? In any case, you wondered whether you’d be able to fit a finger in there, let alone your tool… Sign’s clit was smaller too, just peeking in and out of its hiding spot, winking at a high frequency but showing less than her friend.
And of course, mashed right up against Sign’s well rounded teats was the mare you’d just finished fucking until she had basically passed out. Her sweaty tail lashed between your legs as she responded to her friends ministrations.
Yes, it was truly a sight to behold.
You were jolted out of your reverie as the magical aura pulled your cock toward Sign’s winking plot. Your eyes widened as you saw writing slide across that beautiful ass aligned before you.
FUCK my… PUSSY Anon. The letters seemed to throb with insistence as the magic pushed your cockhead against Sign’s opening.
‘Holy shit.’ You thought immediately, ‘she’s fucking boiling’. The heat coming off of sign was an order of magnitude more than Charcoal. The musk from her wagging tail hit you a moment later, a cinnamon-y flavor that made you a little sad you hadn’t had a chance to eat this pony out too… maybe later.
You started to press forward, and immediately wondered if you should maybe try to sneak one of your fingers in place of your dick instead… there was NO way that you were getting into SIgn’s tight little box. Your cockhead was painfully mashing up against her opening. She was relaxed and extremely aroused, you could tell that her lips were as spread as they could be… she was just… tight.
FUCK… ME..
“I’m trying! Fuck you’re tight!” You groaned at her.
Sign groaned and tried wiggling her hips, grinding back and forth on your poor squished mushroom to try to wedge it inside herself. Her magic aura slid over and around her ass, pulling at the skin on either side of her tiny marehood, trying to open herself up for you to enter her more easily. Still you could quite push your steel-hard erection into her little snatch.
Knowing that Sign wouldn’t give up until she was fucked, you got a little desperate, and brought your hand down against her right flank with a slap.
An inky black shockwave exploded off of the point of contact, creating a ripple that washed away the ‘FUCK ME’ that had been on her ass cheeks.... And she loosened, almost imperceptibly, just a bit more.
You slid in, agonizingly slowly. Her muscles weren’t as strong or grippy as her friend Charcoal, but she was tight, almost painfully so. You grimaced as you saw your shaft stuffing into her, fillinng and spreading her pussy so much that her marelips were pressing against her asshole.
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More words appeared across her ass cheeks, as you sank another half-inch into her. You noticed that the inky text seemed to be bleeding and distorting strangely. Sign had stopped kissing on the semi-conscious Charcoal, her head now raised in a silent, eyes-shut moan as you slowly plowed into her depths.
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You sank another inch, halfway into her now, before feeling her cervix prevent you from going any further. The moment that you touched her something incredible happened.
Sign began to shudder, her body trembling violently and her hips twerking up and down, pivoting on your shaft as her head lashed back and forth. You couldn’t believe it, but she was cumming already… either she had been incredibly worked up from watching her friend get fucked by you, or Sign was something of a quick shot… or maybe she found cervical contact incredibly arousing.
You weren’t thinking about the why at the moment… you were focused on the show.
First the strange, half broken words on her ass had begun to melt, as if they were being pulled by the force of gravity instead of bending themselves to Sign’s will, running down her skin uncontrollably like streaks of rain. Then a new ink spot appeared: it had started as a small black dot in the center of her lower back, before it exploded.
The best comparison you had for it was fireworks.
The dot burst into little black sparkles, streaks shooting out across her back, under her T-shirt, before exploding out into more little starbursts and racing across her body, in less than a second little black contrails were racing all over Sign’s body, rebounding and curving in erratic patterns of beautiful chaos… then the ripples started. Waves of rebounding ink seemed to pulse, starting at the base of the unicorn’s neck and shooting out in waves over the already exploding patterns, throbbing faster and faster and faster… you realised quickly that the waves were connected right to her nerves, as the pulses would slide over her ass, making her ponut clench and tighten and her snatch choke your cock painfully, milking it as she came on your dick.
You were torn between the captivation of the show and the impossibly erotic feeling of such a tight marehood demanding your essence.
You began to thrust, ever so slightly, in and out.
In and out.
As you did so, the kaleidoscoping ink patterns shuddered and breathed from your thrusts, throbbing with each pistoning motion.
In and out. In and out.
Each thrust bottoming a little bit deeper, pressing Sign’s cervix a little further back, knocking at her most deep and internal door.
In and out. In and out. Faster and faster.
The inky patterns was starting to come back under control, fading back into her brown fur. On her ass, confused and cluttered lines struggled to arrange themselves.
Garbled nonsense, trying to convey something to you.
Y̪͍̯͎̼͍̘̊̾̓ͮ͆̕͝Ë̢͚ͧ̿̅͒͆̋ͦ́͟S̸̵͓̙̐̃̒ͥͫͮ̾̒ ̜̞̖̮̝͈̟̈́̓͢B̷͖͍̆̂̔ͦͦ̈́̍̇R̷̸̛̞̟̥̙ͩ̓E̵̮̙̯͕̻͎͎̠ͦ͒̀ͮ̀͟E͈̱̰̥̬͇̥̻͊̐ͬ̓ͮ̅̚̕̕ͅD̛ͫ̂͐̍͒̆́҉̩̜̝̘̘̭̙̥ ̧̤͔̹͑͘M̴̶͍͖̖̹͓͙̝̐̆̆ͥE̳͇̠̭̰̅̆ͦ̂ͥ̏̃͢….. ̵͍̪̺͉ͦ̾͐F̨͓̓̎̀Ū͕̙̯ͫ̌̒͢C̶̜͕̹͙͙̑̋ͦ͋̍ͪ̄K͔̱͓͉̭͕ͭ͗ͨ̎ͦ͑ͪ̈́͢ ̷̮̣̰͓͔͎̬ͩͨ̏͌M̶̸͔̫̖̣̝̠̤͈̑E̷̬͍͕͎̯̼̯̜̣ͥͫ̄ͩ̒͆͐͝ ̴̪̻̘͔̱ͫ́̏̊͟͜S̘̉ͥͮ͑͋̑ͯ͌E̶͑͋̈̎҉̫͚̜̟͙̱N̸̹̭̙̣͖͇̘̙͒̕͡S̢̤͈͔͔̘̬͇̋̈́͐̑ͥ̓ͅE̶̡̗̊̂ͨͦ̓ͭ̕L̶̶̼͎̖̖̦̣̦̩ͣ̎̓͌̃E̠͎̜̰̻̣̬̲ͤS̷̡̟͙̍̅̽͐Ş̱̝̑ͥ̇ͪ̊̓̄̕
Some semblance of words started to come out of the haze of twisting letters and patterns.
Ç͓̖̖͕̦̻U̳͉͚͈͈M̷̖̱ ͈͔̟̩̞I̷͍͉N͖S̭̤͖̖̣I̟̟̻ͅD͠Ḙ̷…. M̙̻͟E̤͎̟̮͞ ̮̲͔̺̤̟F́I̮̣̰̩͕̫L͙̫L̗̪̘̬ ̮̺͙̬̗͍M̪̫͈͇̱ͅE̫̮̣̰̳̞ ͇̞͈͓̪̠͍U̞̮̜̟̟P̧̣̲ͅ
You could read it now, and you were determined to give her what she wanted. Your left hand gripped the base of her tail, yanking it up to get purchase to slam into her more insistently. A shockwave of black thrummed around her dock in excited pleasure.
PLE̷A͟SÉ... ͘A͘NO͢N
You were on full autopilot now, all of your cock except the last little tip slamming in and out of her clenching tightness, slamming brutally against her deepest barrier as you tried desperately to completely fit your girth length into her.
FUCK… ME..
Each word throbbed and pulsated in tune with your thrusts, urging you on as if she were screaming the words again and again in visual form.
Then it happened…. The tip of your fat, human cock slipped into her womb.
And she exploded.
All you could hear were the desperate and gasping breaths of Sign as she struggled to fill herself with as much oxygen as possible. All you could see was splashed of chaotic, kaleidoscopic splotches exploding all over Sign’s fur, a complete meltdown of her control over her talen as her brain short-circuited from her powerful orgasm. All you could feel was…
Heaven.
The little unicorn’s milking muscles pulled and begged you to release, the impossible tightness coming in spasmic waves as her clitoris tried to grind itself as far along your buried shaft as it could possibly extend, mashing into your lower belly. You could feel her aching cunt opening itself to your cockhead, while shutting it’s outerlips as tightly as possible, readying itself for the torrent of seed.
You didn’t disappoint.
After your first interrupted orgasm, your balls were filled to bursting, and the first thick rope of semen exploded from your cockslit, painting the womb in a coating of human spunk. You clung desperately to Sign’s hips, your buttocks clenching and thrusting on complete autopilot as you let out a cry.
“FUUUUUUuuuuuck!”
Rope after rope poured from you, you felt like you’d been edging for a week you were spraying so much batter into her. Her small womb was quickly becoming filled, a small bulge pushing out her belly, before the dam finally broke and your warm cum began to squirt from the tight seal between her lips and your base.
Only after your twelth grunt, did you finally feel your orgasm subside, your cock twitching but no longer firing into this fertile young female.
You looked up at the clock as you dizzily tried to keep your balance. 30 minutes. You’d been fucking for 30 minutes straight.
Your head was starting to spin, and you tried to steady yourself as you slipped backwards away from the desk. Sign was completely out of it, her ink slowly fading into nothingness as a line of drool slipped from her open mouth.
You almost failed to disconnect from her, but your semi-erect penis slid out with a wet PLOP followed by a gushing stream of white batter splattering onto Charcoal’s tail and the floor below. Falling onto your ass, you struggled and failed to keep your body off the ground, as you slid onto your side in a gasping heap.
Before you lost consciousness, your last view was of a grinning Charcoal, who was still dreamily riding her sex-high, looking down at you.
“Awww… I wanted a creampie too! Well, I’ve got dibs on the next one."
Maybe university wasn’t so bad after all.