Anniversary Night
Dorkiversarry!
“You almost done in there?” I yelled through the bathroom door. My boyfriend was still in there. Which was a little absurd, given the shower had been turned off ten minutes ago.
“We’re eating fancy, so I’m making sure all of my feathers are looking luxurious,” he replied seconds later, with a hint of annoyance in his voice.
“Well, luxurious or not, if we don’t leave soon we’ll miss our reservation,” I stated flatly, face pressed against the cool wood of the door. My own coat was brushed and lightly dusted with cologne. I mean, I guess I didn’t have feathers to deal with-
The door opened a second later and I was face to face with my beau. He blew a raspberry at me before striding past me, his tail flicking across my side as he moved. I spun around and sighed at him. Whatever else he had done in there, he smelled really good right now. That and his crest of feathers was looking delightful. The urge to bury my face in those fluffy feathers was great. But, that would just send him back into a tizzy to get them looking presentable again…
“Well, are we gonna go, or are you gonna be staring at my ass all night?”
“I’ll have you know, I was admiring basically all of your other characteristics aside from your backside.”
“Sure you were,” he said with a smile. I trotted up to my smug bird-friend before kissing him on the forehead softly.
“Let’s go!” I said simply, my face going the slightest bit red. Somehow he still managed to get me flustered so easily. “I uh, already called the carriage company.” Crafted merely raised his head up, before nuzzling my neck softly. I might’ve cooed softly at the contact. But in a manly way!
Anyway, a few minutes later we were sitting in the back of a carriage pulled by a pair of large stallions. One was about my size, the other was a little bit smaller than me. I was just leaning back in the seat, enjoying the mostly gentle journey. Then, my eyes were drawn to Crafted’s claws. They were in the air, and seemingly grasping at the air. He had a look of great concentration on his muzzle, with his tongue poking out of the edge of his muzzle.
“What are you doing?” I said to him out of curiosity and concern, my boyfriend kinda looked like he was having a stroke.
“Watch,” he whispered to me as he looked back towards the ponies pulling the carriage. The one who was about my size had his tail flicking back and forth in a rhythm as he walked. Every few strokes it drifted far enough out of the way to reveal his balls. Oh, Oooh!
“You pervert,” I whispered back to him. He didn’t stop sizing up the balls. I had to concede that the guy pulling us had some big ones. Not as big as mine though, probably. He just giggled lightly in return. Before sliding one of his clawed hands up my legs. I let out a heavy breath, the hand wasn’t anywhere lewd, yet. But the potential for a bit of feelsy in a mostly closed carriage was enough to get my cock interested. The window at the front and the doors were the only ways ponies could see inside the black carriage. Perhaps, in hindsight, I should’ve gotten an open one…
“I dunno, you seem kinda excited too. Maybe I should ask him if he’d up for a friendly comparison?” Crafted teased me with a sing-song voice. My foreleg that had been resting over his shoulder pulled him a bit closer to me.
“We’ll be there in like, ten minut-” I started and stopped as his hand drifted down to my right testicle, the light touch over the hairless flesh was enough to make my breath hitch. His smile was like a naughty feline’s. I gripped him tightly as his claws teased over my balls and inner thighs, and after half a minute my cock.
My moans had to be restrained as he squeezed and fondled me, my cock beginning to drip pre all over his claws. Whatever else Crafted was, he definitely gave the best groping of anyone I had ever been with.
Those damn claws!
“You enjoying yourself Punch?” He smiled at me, as my cock twitched in his grasp, and his other hand stroked himself lightly. “I know that I want some of that primo alfredo… fresher the better.” I watched as he let his head fall towards my lap, and without missing a beat he ran his tongue out over my shaft. My moan was pretty loud. Noticing that, the hand not currently fondling my balls pressed itself to my mouth. I was free to let out a heavy grunt as a mouth found it’s way to my head, licking the pre pooling at my tip. My hooves came down on Crafted’s ears and stroked them softly as the birbyboi played with my cock in a carriage going down a road at about seven in the afternoon. Sunlight played over his orange feathers as I bucked my hips softly into his warm muzzle.
We must’ve lost track of time as my boyfriend played with my shaft and musky balls, getting his entire body into the act. His rear hooves playing idly with my hind hooves… he had just taken his hand that had been coated in my saliva and prodded my tailhole with it when the carriage driver yelled out.
“Nearly there!” He punctuated it with a kick as he looked at me from the front window. I just smiled nervously and hoped that he didn’t assume the other guy in there was sucking my dick. He snorted and turned back to his duty. As we crossed the last intersection before our stop.
“Dude your cock twitched when he looked at you,” Crafted whispered excitedly as he pulled himself back into a more, shall we say, legal position. My cock started to wilt after a few seconds as I tried not to think about sexy things. Meanwhile, my birdfriend just spent the time licking his lips and straightening up his feathers. Let’s just say there was an urge to grab him and take him to the bathroom the moment we arrived…
He needed his fresh alfredo, right?
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“So, the apprentice used half a can of leather dye on the saddlebag,” Crafted said as I sipped on my drink, a rum, and coke, before looking at me. “You know that you’re supposed to use stain on that stuff right?”
“As of half a second ago, yeah,” I replied as I felt the light burn from the drink drift down my esophagus.
“Well, it’s a stupid mistake to anyone in the profession, okay?” He continued before taking a sip of his bourbon.
“Whatever you say,” I said simply, as the embers of annoyance burned in his eyes.
“Well, that saddle I was working on is mostly done. All I need to add is the final stitching.”
“That’s wonderful,” I smiled at my beau as a waiter came up to us. ‘
“Are you gentle stallions prepared to order?” The cute mare in a bowtie said to us. Crafted grinned at her. Practically leered at her. She just smiled that same plaster smile all the ponies here wore.
“I’ll have your vodka alfredo,” he spoke loudly. And he winked at me.
“Uh-” the waitress looked at me in turn. My mind was like jello at that moment. Eventually, though I managed to get my brain back under control.
“Lasagna,” I managed to say to her. All the while, crafted smiled an evil smile at me.
“Three cheese or tempeh?” She asked automatically. I glared at my boyfriend for a second before clearing my throat.
“Three cheese.”
“Alright, it’ll be out pretty soon,” The waitress replied simply, before curtseying slightly and turning around.
“I’m gonna beat you with a brick,” I said under my breath to Crafted. His smile was the only reply I received.
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The Lasagna was good, like, really good. And so was the bite of alfredo that I stole from Crafted…
“Hey!” He protested as I impaled a noodle on the end of my fork.
“You deserve worse,” I said simply as I tasted the Vodka based sauce. It was good. “Anyway, I guess this place is pretty good.”
“I’m just glad that you finally got the reservation done,” Crafted said as he took another bite of sauce and multicolored pasta. “Besides yours is better,” he added under his breath.
“W-what?” I didn’t cook like, at all. I was lucky when I didn’t manage to burn water.
“Your uh, Alfredo is better than this,” he said in a low voice. “Though you’ve never paired it with noodles before.”
I nearly spit out my drink. He was at it again. I glared at him as I tried to suppress my choking noises.
“Do you need some mouth to mouth?” Crafted asked me in a low voice as finally got my lungs back under control.
“I’m fine,” I said simply. “No thanks to you.” He looked down at my words.
“I’m sorry Punch, you know me,” he paused and pushed his own drink away. “Crafted, the hippogryph who has a hard time expressing happiness in a normal fashion.”
“Aww, so you’re really happy about being here?” I had recovered fully. Though there was probably a few drops of rum and coke in my lungs. I would probably live.
“Yeah-” He started to say before the waitress cleared her throat.
“So, how’s everything going? Do you need a refill?” She asked quickly.
“Sure, I’ll take another rum and coke,” I replied instantly.
“Everything is going great, even the big lug over there is enjoying the ambiance.”
“Alright, I’ll bring out the drink for the ‘big lug’,” she smiled broadly at his words. This time the smile was genuine. I guess that made up for it. Not that he was gonna get off easy. Well, he was gonna get off-
“See you then, so tell me about that sex saddle you’re making for that couple?” I asked him very loudly so that she would definitely hear my words. Her face showed surprise even as she shook her rump slightly as she walked. I wouldn’t be surprised if this mare made more in tips than I made in my salary.
“You!” He blushed as I brought up the personal project he had been working on in the garage. As it turned out: we were the couple in question. And let it be said that the saddle was for him.
“All is fair in-”
“Love and war,” he cut me off before clicking his fingers together.
“Exactly,” I told him as I extended a hoof across the table. His claws met it and held on as we just enjoyed being together. Even if the other pony was both the biggest thorn in our side, they were also our greatest reason to get up in the morning.
“Well, I declare a loving war on you!” He said with derision in his voice, even as his dark face was glowing like the barrel of an overheated gun.
“Maybe you can power bottom me into submission.” I chuckled at my own joke even as the couple dining at the table to our right cracked up visibly.
“Shush you!” He huffed and turned around. The couple returned to normal after that. Well, they didn’t wanna seem to eavesdrop. Too late for that, in actuality, but good on them for attempting it.
“Oh come on,” I pleaded with him, mirth still tingeing my voice.
Moments passed as our meal took on a quiet tone. Eventually, the waitress came back with my drink, and even she seemed to realize the tension.
“So what are you two gentle stallions planning to do this evening?”
“Well, we were planning on doing each other,” I said sadly. Remorse to the nth degree flooded my voice. “But I feel like I ruined that.”
“No, you haven’t,” Crafted spoke up and eyed me. “Don’t be melodramatic.”
“You’re like ninety percent melodrama!” I said quickly.
“Yeah, well, you’re like ninety percent not there half the time!”
“So, I’m like forty-five percent there on average?” I asked him, my brain leaking out of my ears.
“I guess!” He replied as he threw up his hooves.
“Well, that isn’t that bad-”
“Yeah, well-”
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“So uh, I have a plan,” Crafted said to me as we walked back home. There were stains from a spilled plate of pasta on both of us, and we both badly needed a shower.
“Is it another great plan, like the time we got stranded out in the middle of nowhere without our phones,” I replied wryly.
“Nope, it’s way better. Impossible to fuck up,” Crafted paused and stared at me. He had to tilt his head up a little to get a good bead on my eyes.
“Okay, this I have to hear.”
“It’s simple Punch, we both blurt out an apology to each other at the same time,” Crafted said with a sly smile on his muzzle.
“Okay, that is a pretty good idea,” I had to admit my boyfriend was right sometimes, then again, so was a broken clock.
“Three, Two, One!” Crafted said before opening his mouth wider.
“I’m so sorry about the noodles and the yelling.”
“I shouldn’t have tried to embarrass you in public.”
There were a few moments of silence before I met his eyes again. He looked slightly shocked, like his asinine idea shouldn’t have worked, but it did.
“I just didn’t think you’d hate the being called a power bottom so much?” I asked earnestly, even with a smile on my face.
“It’s just, it sounds like the name of a gay power pony, with lube launchers and an extra stretchy plot hole.”
“You’ve put a lot of thought into this,” I replied.
“N-no,” he halfheartedly answered.
“So what do you wanna watch when we get home?” I changed the subject as artfully as I could when halfway to shit faced.
“That movie about the two stallions trying to get laid?” He chuckled to himself as we exchanged a look.
“You’re gonna need to be more specific than that,” I added superfluously.
“Ayep,” Crafted added after a second of thought.
“So you wanna take a shower when we get home?” I asked him before leaning against the smaller stallion.
“Only if you push me down, and dominate me with your tongue,” Crafted said this aloud before realizing there was a couple about two meters ahead of us.
“Okay, this one is all on you,” I chuckled as the ponies ahead of us sped up their paces a fair bit.
“Yeah, but you’re assuming I give a shit,” I crafted said, as I looked at him with a smile.
“That is always questionable assumption with you involved.” I shot back, before stopping to lay a hoof over his shoulder.
“You wanna pick up a six-pack at the store by our place?” He asked as he pressed back against me, the sun had dipped beneath the horizon hours ago, but I felt warm regardless. This was a good moment. The streets were nearly empty, we had been permanently banned from a fancy restaurant, but this day was gonna end well.
“Sure,” I said quietly, as our hug transitioned into a nuzzle.
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“Oh come on!” Crafted said to me as we looked at the slightly limited selection available at the store.
“I’m just not in the mood for a really bitter beer tonight,” I said back to him. My breath condensed on the cool glass case, my urge to write something in it was immense.
“Cider then?” He asked sadly, even as he knew I liked the taste of a sweet cider.
“That’d be great,” I said softly, before opening the case and fishing out the six-pack.
“Remember that time we got super smashed on malt liquor?” He asked a moment later as we walked up towards the counter. My favourite cashier was currently staring at a magazine, his earthen coat and dark eyes looked very nice on him. And his slight Arabian accent gave him a hint of the exotic, even if he had become very familiar to us.
“How are you doin’ tonight,” Crafted asked him as I tossed the six-pack onto the counter with a huff. He’d be the one carrying it home.
“Ehh, same old same old. Foals trying to be tough, stealing candy bars and trying to buy smokes,” Tariq said to us.
“Ah, same shit different day,” I said to him as I began to fish out ten bits for the cider.
“So, you two are dressed up nicely,” Tariq said as he rang up the booze.
“We just went on our anniversary dinner,” I paused and looked at the both of us. “It could’ve gone better.”
“Well, happy anniversary,” he said quietly, before hoofing me a small bottle of liquor. “Don’t tell Jabal that I’m giving anyone free stuff, but you two are great customers, and it’s your night.”
“Oh shit, thanks Tariq,” Crafted shot back with a smile.
“How are you and Indigo getting along?” I asked him slyly.
“The foal is due in about four months; I’m hoping for a colt, but Indigo has that weird intuition that she’ll be a filly,” Tariq said back. I hadn’t even known she was pregnant.
“Nice! Well, when you have the baby shower or something, we’ll buy you something cool. Would you like one of those toasters with four slots for bread?” Crafted responded with fervor, he had the oddest fixations sometimes.
“We already have a toaster,” when Tariq saw the look on Crafted’s face he rapidly added more. “Maybe we’re due for an upgrade!”
“That’s the spirit,” Crafted said after a second.
“We’ll see you around, have a nice night!” I said as we walked out, with more booze than we assumed we’d have.
“Same, Happy Anniversary,” Tariq said as we walked outside.
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The night air chilled me a little as we re-entered it. I looked over at Crafted with the bags tied and handing over his back, the smart birbie had taken the two bags and tied them together and balanced the loads in each bag.
“Was it you or me that first started talking to Tariq?” I asked Crafted as we walked the final stretch to our place.
“It was me,” he paused and fluffed up his neck feathers for a second. He must’ve felt the chill as well. Normally he kept his plumage a little more subtle.
“He and I talked about the merits of different flavors of sarsaparilla for like ten minutes that one time.”
“Oh, what was the consensus?”
“Ehh, the six-bit packs they sell at the fancy stores are the best, but like, you have to be a complete schlub to buy it more than once.” Crafted belted off his conclusion like it was weird for me to be interested in it. That wasn’t the case at all. I loved hearing his random opinions on things, it warmed my heart that he had a passion for things like that. Too many ponies walk around like zombies without any thoughts in their heads.
“Six bits is a lot for soda,” I added with a nod.
“Six bits is a lot for something without alcohol in it,” Crafted replied with a grin, before cracking open one of the ciders on a mailbox.
“Hey, that’s public drinking!” I said with a laugh, even if some part of me was worried about the situation.
“We’re a quarter mile from home,” my birbfriend grinned at me fiendishly. “You’re just jealous I had the idea first.”
“What, the idea to drink in public? You aren’t the first to come up with that,” I shot back and bumped his shoulder with my foreleg.
“I still had the idea before you,” he stuck his tongue out at me for about two seconds-
My kiss caught him off guard, he stopped and locked up as I held him gently. Forelegs over his withers, and tail draped over him, I bet he didn’t feel cold now. His tongue pressed back needily, as I filled his mouth with my tongue. A moment later I felt his hands caressing my withers and chest. He stopped when he felt a piece of errant spaghetti plastered to my coat. He pushed me away gently as the kiss came to an end.
“We should wait till we don’t look like the floor of a restaurant.”
“Agreed,” I said as I felt myself hum a little at the feelings I had just experienced. Not quite ballad material, but the basics were the same. Maybe that was the difference between love songs and reality, the notes were the same, but the intensity, the purity of experience were intensified…
Regardless, our building had just come into view.
“Gimme a sip of that cider,” I said to Crafted as he too saw how close we were. It’d be a shame not to dump the thing we already had open into the refuse bin-
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The two of us stumbled into the shower after taking a swallow from the bottle Tariq had given us. I looked at Crafted as he fiddled with the knobs, I myself sat on my rump and waited for the cleansing water to do its job. Though we were gonna have to fish all the random food out of the drain. I didn’t want the landlady to think we were straining spaghetti in the bathtub.
Crafted spun around as he finally turned on the water. Before I had time to register the warm water starting to hit me, he pressed his tongue against my lips and groped my withers with his claws.
I moaned into his mouth gently as the water struck the both of us, I could feel my body start to relax as I kissed my lover. It was even better than a shower beer. Moments passed and we eventually broke up to breath. Crafted spun around to grab the shampoo leaving his cute little backside open for fuckery.
“What kind do you want-” He lost his train of thought as I buried my blocky muzzle under his tail and took a long lick of his balls. Crafted moaned loudly, the sound competing with the sound of the water, as I took his left ball into my mouth. The taste of sweaty warm flesh that had just recently unfurled in the warmth of the shower was nice.
“D-dude,” he groaned as he started dropping out of his sheath. His dick looked tasty as he continued moaning my name as I polished both of his balls.
I pulled away and grabbed him by his shoulders, he got the message and ended up on his rump with his legs spread, shampoo bottle still in his claws.
“That’s for earlier,” I said to him as I watched his cock twitch when a drop of hot water touched his sensitive head. With a nicker, I ran my tongue down his shaft. He shuffled his hips forward and put a hoof on my head, the slight pressure drove me to take the first inch into my mouth. Crafted moaned as I sucked lightly on his rod, but I couldn’t handle his hooves on my head. I released his cock and looked at him, he smiled nervously.
“I was just shampooing your mane!” He spoke plaintively as I looked at his soapy hooves.
“Make sure to get my ears then,” I said before slurping down half of his rock hard shaft. The taste of hippogryph flesh rang in my mind, his pre and slight taste of sweat made this whole thing feel like a complex meal. Either that, or I was really horny.
“O-okay!” Crafted finally managed to say, before starting the process of really digging in on my mane. When he rubbed his hooves over the base of my ears, I pushed myself to swallow the whole cock. My own gentle mewling noises were nothing compared to his and the shower, but they were there. I didn’t mind. I had always been the subtle one. Subtle ‘til I had a dick in my muzzle.
The intimate act continued as I played up and down his hard cock, giving him the same attention he had given me in the carriage. My own cock was hard and hanging under me, water dripping off of it, my own tail flicking back and forth excitedly.
“Oh shit!” I heard Crafted say as he got close. My sucking only picked up in intensity, soon I could feel him twitching in my throat as he got close. “Punch!” He moaned as the first spasm from his cock sent a thick spurt of cum down my throat. I shivered as I let most of his cock out of my mouth, leaving the head inside to deposit his tasty load on my tongue. He kept cumming for a while, leaving me a massive pile of seed in my muzzle.
Finally, his first cumshot stopped. I smiled and looked like I was about to swallow his load, I could see the surprise on Crafted’s muzzle. That was just before I catapulted forward and locked my lips with him, before pushing the sticky seed into his mouth and massaging his neck to make him swallow. I backed off from him and watched as he balked at me.
“That was also for earlier,” I said simply, before sitting down on my rump and exposing my back for him.
“Eww! Sperm is for buttholes and pussies!” Crafted yelped before pumping more shampoo into his claws and beginning to spread the soap over my back. He might’ve seemed reluctant at first, but after a minute or two he got into the rhythm of massaging my sore back. Earth ponies might be the most muscular, but anyone with fingers is the best at massages. I might’ve moaned and groaned a little as he played with my shoulder, before dipping down and rubbing the tension out of my flanks, only once reaching around my body to give my half hard shaft a good grope.
“I’m so glad I found a boyfriend that can actually give a good massage,” I said to him before I felt him pull closer to me. His chest and cock poked me from behind.
“You know I’m way better at massaging the cum out of those balls, right?” He purred into my ears, the hot breath going where the water had dared not to tread. I moaned at the feeling and ground myself back against him. This buck had gotten hard again already…
“Oh, I’ve only had that experience first hand,” I shot back as I felt him gently nuzzle the back of my head and
“Haha,” Crafted said before releasing me and spinning around. “Now get my back, we still have a movie to watch.”
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We did eventually make it to the couch, and with a click of the remote we started up the film. It was a pretty normal romantic comedy. The kind we both had a soft spot for.
“So, she just runs into him?” Crafted asked as he lay atop me. His neck feathers felt pillowy against my chest. Our hind hooves and rear claws were interlocked at the other end of the couch.
“Yeah, it’s called a meet cute,” I responded as I gently rubbed his back with a hoof.
“It’s just not realistic,” Crafted started to say moving one of his clawed hands up to point at the screen. “How many ponies do you see on the street with no connection to, do you end up seeing again?”
“So, you’re saying it’d be more realistic for true love to blossom from two coworkers or at least two ponies who met at a watering hole?” I asked him before lifting my head up to bump against the closest patch of feathers. They always smelled so strongly of him, no-one else I knew had them.
“I mean, true love is relative. I think that ninety percent of ponies in relationships settle for someone who suits them well enough. And most of the time when you start a relationship with someone who isn’t the platonic ideal of relationships, you have something in common with them. Not everything, not nothing, but something. The glue.”
“I guess you’re probably right,” I said as I grasped my cider and pulled it to my lips. The tartness and bitterness in the drink cold drink was a marked contrast to the rest of the feelings. “But we’re the ten percent right?”
“Of course, but, I take that ten percent and I break it into two groups, both extraordinary, in their own way. About five percent of couples are so fucking incompatible, it’s amazing that they ever hooked up in the first place, nevermind the fact that they’ve stayed together for that long.” He stopped and took a sip of his own cider.
“I can kinda see that,” Memories of my own parents flooded my mind. Those fuckers were really that amazing one-twentieth of the pool.
“Right,” he paused and met my eyes. “But the last group is the group that these stupid movies try to a handle on.”
“The kind of love where you can go into a fancy restaurant, start a fight, get kicked out, then make up on the way home?” I surmised with a smile.
“Exactly-” I cut him off by pressing my hoof to the back of his head, pulling him into a deep kiss. Our tongues met and danced as the movie became nothing more than background noise.
“I love you,” I said when I let the smaller guy breath for a change.
“I love you back,” Crafted said immediately. There was a hunger in his eyes as he spoke. He wanted me badly. The good news was: I had plenty of me to give. The second kiss wasn’t as wanton, but neither was it chaste. My hooves dipped further back onto his form, caressing his cutie mark and bottom. His moans of pleasure were loud and a little squeaky.
Eventually, by which I mean really quickly, I felt his hardness pressing against my crotch. He was gently grinding himself against me as I stroked his body and made his lips mine. It took a moment longer, but my thicker shaft got hard as well. And when that happens, I need to get some proper stimulation on it. I grasped crafted and lifted him up and down slightly. Crafted was about to question it, but the feeling of our hard leaking lengths rubbing together made his words become nothing more than a moan. I wasn’t looking at the clock, or anything as intellectual as that, as we frotted and kissed hard.
Maybe minutes, maybe half an hour later, we broke apart. Crafted escaped from my grasp, taking his tasty cock with him. I sat up and realized that the movie had moved on quite a lot. My drink was still cold, as I sat there and realized how strange our night had been. Things hadn’t ended up the way I had planned, and yet here I was loving every moment I spent with him.
My cock twitched a little before retreating into its sheath. I knew I was gonna have to come another time this night, but I had a feeling that was related to Crafted’s absence. More credit was given to this idea when I heard the shower turn on again. I was still though, slightly buzzed, seriously horny, and completely content to wait until Crafted came back out.
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When he appeared, I was a little tipsier. I had finished off my second bottle of cider, and the third was sitting on the table. But, I had been a good stallion and drank a bottle of water between the fruity drinks.
My eyes were instantly glued to him as he trotted up to the couch, his mane was all brushed up, and on his hind legs were a pair of long, midnight blue socks.
“That’s not even the best part,” Crafted said as he sat down in my lap. “Reach for my balls.” I did as he asked, and the soft feeling of cotton on my hoof had me gasp. Did he put on panties for me? I looked over his body and saw the black dyed piece of clothing. My hoof drifted up and touched something hard right below his dock. “I’m plugged, just for you.”
“Oh damn,” I managed to say as my tongue lolled out of my mouth like I was a panting dog. Let’s just say I was hard quickly. “That would explain the shower.”
He pulled himself up and climbed into my lap, his hands grabbing around my shoulders as he tried to line up his hard panty covered bulge up to my exposed hardness. “Yes,” Crafted said before burying his head in the crook of my neck. “You smell delicious.”
“T-thanks?” I managed to say as Crafted ground his cock against mine. The soft panties felt amazing on my shaft, though it wouldn’t be dry for long.
“You’re welcome,” he paused and looked me in the eyes. “Or you will be.”
“If I understand that pun correctly, and it really is a stretch, you’re implying I’m gonna get off agai-” I said to him before he pressed his lips to mine. And it was a hell of a kiss, somewhere along the line he had eaten a mint or something because the inside of his mouth was wonderful. My own hooves shifted down to his hind legs, rubbing the soft blue socks and feeling the cute musculature of my birb boyfriend. His moans as I gently tugged on the plug in his ass were a delight too. The thing that brought things to the next base was simple, I smacked his panty covered rump with a hoof. His moan was loud enough for him to break the kiss, but the thing that really got me going was the twitch of his cock that synchronized perfectly with the smack.
“I think you’re in the right mood now,” Crafted said with a lilt in his voice as he looked down at my dripping cock.
“Can I take you right here?” I asked him brusquely. My heavy breaths pushing against his more petite exhales.
“But ponies sit on this couch,” he said with a faux-innocent smile.
“What they don’t know won’t freak them out,” I replied with a grin of my own.
“Okay, but I get to ride you at first,” Crafted said with a matching grin as he grasped at his own rump, getting his fingers around the base of the plug.
“Deal,” I said. Moments later the plug was laying on the floor like an empty can, and Crafted was lining himself up with my length. When I first felt the tight ring against my head, I moaned up as my grip around him faltered. He dropped an inch or two onto my head. Crafted looked at me like his brain had melted a little in his skull, his tongue lolled out and a little squeak came from his muzzle. I held on more firmly this time and felt the warmth and tightness of my boyfriend as he slowly descended my pole. Moments passed, his squeaks intensified as our mutual pleasure went up and up, as he went down and down.
“So good,” Crafted said as he hilted on me.
“You too,” I replied as I felt crafted lift his fat ass up before dropping back down. His panties were looking less than dry, as his tip was barely restrained by the fabric. On the second stroke the inevitable happened, Crafted’s cock pushed back the panties as he twitched. The top half of his rod was being restrained by the panties, but it was already covering my stomach in sticky pre.
“That didn’t make any uh, s-sense,” Crafted said as he bounced up and down my hard shaft, his hands holding onto my shoulders as made this couch into a biohazard.
“You can’t even speak correctly,” I moaned out as I realized I only said he got to start on top. With something of a grunt, I pulled Crafted off my cock and dealt with the comparatively cold air for a moment as I sat crafted down on his legs, ass up. With my teeth, I pulled his panties down his legs and waited for him to lift up at least one leg so I could let them hang around one of his ankles.
“No you,” he said plaintively, as I climbed atop him. My cock was pointed at his curvy rump.
“You aren’t helping your case-” I was caught off guard when he pushed back against me, my cock slipping back inside with just a slight resistance. My boyfriend was gaping for me! I whinnied in pleasure as he let out a little squeak as I hilted deep inside of him. My balls slapped against his, his butt tightened up a little when I licked the back of his neck. Crafted moaned like a mare in heat when I pulled back out and hilted again in the span of a second, but that was just the second stroke of many.
Minutes of hard and sticky rutting ensued, with one of my hooves going under Crafted’s cute tummy and starting to rub his cock in the same rhythm that I was fucking him in. My thrusts were getting less rhythmic, and more jerky as time went on. Though to be fair Crafted’s moans were growing crescendoing as my rough strokes and wet slaps of fur on fur picked up.
“You like being bred?” I asked him loudly, my head directly behind his.
“So much!” Crafted moaned out as I pressed myself deep within him. The warmth and tightness of his ass were making my head start to flare. My muscular legs were beginning to tire, and my brow was covered in sweat as I got closer and closer to cumming. My hoof sped up and lost synchronization with my thrusts.
“Good,” I moaned out. My head finished flaring as I felt him tighten up around me one last time, moments later my hoof got wet as he started to shoot cum all over the couch. I lasted another two strokes. Finally, I buried myself in his ass and shot rope after rope of cum into his tight rump. With a final smack to his rump, I collapsed on the stallion below me.
“You can get off whenever,” he said sometime later. I stirred from my torpor and looked down at him.
“I already did,” I smiled at him as I made my tired hind legs pull back from him. It was like pulling Excalibur from the stone as my flaccid dick was freed from my mate's rump.
“That was fucking bad,” Crafted replied as he spun around to face me, his ass dripping warm cum everywhere.
“And you wouldn’t know anything about being fucked?”
“I’m not a power bottom,” he huffed as he started waddling to the bathroom, ready to take his third shower of the day.
“No, you’re just a regular bottom,” I said as I started after him. He looked over his shoulder, pouting slightly at me. “But I love you.”
“I love you too, you big fucking lout,” He shook his rump at me and smiled.
“You’re gonna help me clean up right?”
“That kinda puts the power in bottom,” I said under my breath.
“What?” He asked me as I started trotting after him.
“Nothing,” I said. I hadn’t said anything.
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The bed was warm and way more clean than the couch.
We laid together under the covers, my hooves holding onto his cute tummy as sleep came to us, slowly. I pressed the back of my muzzle to his neck before nipping him gently.
“Ouch,” he groaned in the dark room. It was probably a little past midnight now, but a part of my heart was still racing.
“Hey, I didn’t even mark you as I was breeding your ass,” I said sardonically, my smile wasted in the dark.
“And I should feel so lucky,” Crafted said loudly, before pressing his butt back against my crotch. Such a power bottom.
“You know, I feel really lucky,” I waited a moment for the reply.
“For what?” He asked. Hook line and sinker baby.
“For being with you for a year,” my words were sincere, and I squeezed him lightly as I spoke.
“Aww,” Crafted said as I continued.
“Happy anniversary love,” I finished with another wasted smile, but maybe all those shitty bosses were right, and you could hear the smile.
“Happy anniversary Punch,” Crafted said before letting out a cute yawn. My body followed suit soon after.
After a few more words and a few more bodily movements, we both took our rest.
It was a good sleep.
It was next to the pony I loved.