Oh me, oh my...
“Quite the show, don’t you think?” Thunder boastfully asked, waving to his little brother. Trotting up to the colt, just outside the School of Friendship’s sports arena, the mohawked stallion slowed.
“If you say so,” Rumble grumbled, rolling his eyes.
It was bad enough that he’d gotten dragged out of the comfortable confines of his home, into the cool autumn air, but the Wonderbolt show wasn’t even objectively impressive. Sure, there hadn’t been anything wrong with it, but he’d seen the routines dozens of times before. Heck, they didn’t even have any of the more prominent members present!
“Well, Anon seemed to like it, judging from the way she was shouting and raising a ruckus,” the larger pegasus countered, scrunching his snout.
“Bro, she’s an alien. If I heard right, she was awestruck when she found out ponies here could talk,” Rumble sighed.
A few months back, the woman had appeared in the Ponyville bowling alley. Be darned if anyone knew exactly how she’d gotten there, or why she’d shown up in Equestria, yet she had. Twilight and the other Princesses thought it had something to do with ‘alternate dimensions’, or something crazy like that, but none of it really mattered to him.
With all the weird stuff Rumble had seen or heard about, some big, talking, hairless lady was the least of his problems. He’d passed by her once or twice, while going to class, but they’d never really spoken much. If the Princess said it was fine for her to be there, he had no reason to think otherwise, even if she was sort of odd.
Roughly double the height of a full grown stallion, Anon walked around on her hind legs. Instead of hooves, she had digits; sort of like a diamond dog or griffon. The only hair she seemed to have was on her head, and she had two large growths on her chest. Thunder figured they were breasts, but that seemed nonsensical. After all, Rumble couldn’t think of a creature which had boobs in such a peculiar spot.
“Well, alien or not, she seemed to get a kick out of it,” Thunder laughed, clapping his sibling’s shoulder. “You ready to get some -”
“OH MY GOSH!” an exuberant voice called, cutting the stallion off.
The two ponies turned, drawn to see who, or what, had interrupted them. To their surprise, the human woman was jogging in their direction, animatedly waving at them. Adorned in an oversized sweater, a skirt, and sneakers, she rushed over to them. She smiled from ear to ear, as she slowed to a halt before them.
“Thunder! I didn’t know you were a Wonderbolt!” she exclaimed, marveling at his uniform.
“What gave it away?” Rumble sarcastically muttered, kicking at the ground. His petulance was rewarded by a soft smack to the flank, causing him to glower at his brother.
“Sorry about him, he’d just rather be at home loafing around. But, yeah, I’ve been a reserve Wonderbolt for a few years!” Thunder stated, beaming up at the woman.
“That is so cool,” Anon virtually squealed. Slowly, almost as an afterthought, her gaze wandered over to the smaller pegasus. She seemed to blush and breathed heavily, almost as if she were somehow restraining herself, while she looked at him. Clasping her hands together over her chest, she stood motionless.
“What? Is there something on my face?” the colt wondered aloud. His sour expression softened, as he began looking himself over; that was, until a shadow blanketed him. Looming over him, Anon leaned downward, leaving him paralyzed in shock. Before he knew it, her hands were wrapped around his barrel, while he was pulled into the air. “H...Hey!” he bleated, fidgeting in her grip.
“Well aren’t you just the cutest!” she affectionately commented, holding him at arm’s length.
“No I’m not!” Rumble shot back, irately scrunching his snout. Being picked on for his size had always been a weak spot, so having the bizarre biped do it was not doing his mood any favors. Without warning, and rather abruptly, she pulled him to herself, hugging him to her chest.
“I could just eat you up!” Anon cooed, rocking her furry cargo back and forth.
With his face smashed against her breast, Rumble struggled for a moment, but only just. Fidgeting about, an unusual aroma assailed his nostrils, causing his wriggling to slow. It almost smelled like flowers mixed with a very subtle animal bouquet, yet it was unlike any he’d ever smelled. Out of curiosity, he sniffed once, then twice, until realization dawned on him; it was her scent.
The revelation regarding her captivating fragrance was eclipsed, when he took stock of exactly where he was placed. Held as he was, Rumble’s snout was pressed firmly against Anon’s teat. Squeezed against her soft, warm rack, a curious sensation began welling up within him. He almost felt like something was wrong, yet some deep seeded part of him screamed to savor the moment.
“You having fun there, little guy?” Anon giggled, snapping the colt from his stupor.
Recoiling slightly, Rumble’s gaze shot back and forth between her face and heaving bosoms. He could feel himself starting to blush, having been caught enjoying her embrace a bit too much. Regardless of the confusing feelings welling up inside of him, he had to say something, even if it felt like his mouth was full of sand.
“Y...you can put me down now,” the colt stammered.
“Oops! Sorry,” she apologized, lowering him to the ground and releasing him from her grasp. Squatting down before him, she extended a hand to the colt. “And you are…” she let the question hang.
“Rumble…” the cinder grey pony flatly responded, giving her hand a quick shake. As her fingers wrapped around his hoof, he paused. He wasn’t sure what he’d expected from the woman’s digits, but they were astoundingly soft and warm.
“Pleased to meet you, Rumble,” Anon laughed, releasing his foreleg. Slowly, she got back to her feet, before looking between the two. “If I remember right, aren’t you two cousins?”
“Actually, we’re brothers,” Thunder corrected, pulling his younger sibling closer. “We were about to grab a bite at the Hayburger, would you like to join us?”
“Really?” Rumble and Anon blurted, although their tones were diametrically opposed. Whereas the woman was excited, the colt seemed in shock.
“Sure, why not. Besides, it’ll be more comfortable to chat indoors,” the coal grey pegasus noted, turning in the direction of the eatery.
“We’re going Dutch, so I hope you bought some cash,” Rumble groused, leering up at the woman. She simply peered down at him impassively; not angry, not upset, just sort of blankly stared at him with the slightest hint of a smirk. “What?” he finally asked, feeling a bit uncomfortable.
“Well, I don’t know about you two, but I’ve worked up quite an appetite,” Thunder obliviously interjected, steering the conversation back on course.
“Me too, for some reason,” Anon responded, glancing down at the colt beside her. “I’m suddenly feeling ravenous...”
Something about her tone didn’t set right with Rumble, yet he couldn’t see the harm in having her join them. Even though she was odd, he’d never heard anypony speak ill about her. “I guess it’s fine…” he mumbled.
“Alright then, let’s get going,” Thunder announced, leading the way towards the eatery.
The trio proceeded into town and towards the diner, with the Wonderbolt leading the way. Anon walked along behind him, with Rumble taking up the rear. The colt could have kept pace with his sibling, but he chose to stay in the back. Out of sight, he hoped to avoid any conversation, not to mention he wanted some space. His gaze wandered to the human, while they made their way through Ponyville.
Despite having a markedly different morphology to equines, there was something enticing about her. Her bipedal gait was surprisingly graceful, her curves were strangely alluring, and her smell was infuriatingly nice. After a minute, Rumble recognized what he was doing and forced himself to look away. He’d only just started noticing how attractive mares were, so the last thing he needed was to begin pining over the resident alien hominid.
Fortunately, they arrived at the Hayburger moments later. Thunder blithely let himself in, not stopping to hold the door for his little brother or their guest. On instinct, Rumble scampered forward and hauled the door open. Glancing up, just as Anon strode past, he smiled awkwardly at her. He hadn’t meant to be chivalrous, it had just sort of happened, yet the woman definitely took note.
“You are such a little gentlecolt,” she remarked, stepping towards the counter inside. Seating herself on a stool, directly opposite the entrance, she turned around to face the lad. “Come on, you can sit right here,” she continued, patting the seat beside her.
Rumble’s focus danced over the empty stool, up her arm, across her shoulders, and to her smiling face. As soon as they looked at one another, Anon shifted her lower half, causing him to glance lower. His eyes went wide, when he saw exactly what she’d done. Her legs were parted slightly, allowing him to get the barest glimpse of her crotch.
A dark, shimmering fabric clung tightly to the woman’s loin, obscuring her nethers, but only just. Almost like a second skin, the material displayed a prominent cameltoe, as well as the creamy flesh of her inner thighs. He didn’t know why it felt naughty, but Rumble had never felt dirtier in his life.
“You gonna come sit?” Anon wondered, jarring the colt.
“Y...yeah,” he numbly responded, taking a step towards the vacant stool.
As the woman turned away, to face the counter, the spell was broken, leaving Rumble’s mind to race. Mares and stallions walked around nude almost constantly, so why was he so spellbound by the woman’s naughty bits. Sure, he couldn’t be absolutely certain that’s what lie beneath her panties, but he was pretty sure that’s what was under there.
Unless she had some truly bizarre mammalian biology, she’d given him a tantalizing peek. Intentionally or not, the act had stoked his curiosity and even gotten him a little worked up. Left to ponder the riddle, while attempting to quell his growing interest, he seated himself beside her.
“Two hayburger combos with carrot sticks,” Thunder ordered, as a waitress approached.
“Make that three,” Anon added.
“And a milkshake,” Rumble chimed in. The Hayburger made the best milkshakes in town, and he felt like he’d earned one, especially after having suffered through his umpteenth Wonderbolt show of the year, as well as Anon’s unexpected appearance.
“So, Anon, any plans for the evening?” Thunder asked, attempting to kill time until their food arrived.
“Not much, really. I’ll probably just go home and read, maybe take a nice, hot bath,” she replied. Arching her back, she looked between the pegasus siblings. “What about you two?”
“Well, I’m going to shower up and hit the sack. I’ve got weather duty tomorrow morning, so I’ll be off bright and early,” the Wonderbolt said.
“I dunno,” Rumble began, giving a small shrug, “I’ll probably play some games, before I go to bed.” The mention of games caused Anon to perk up and shift her attention towards him.
“What sort of games?” she inquired, a note of genuine curiosity in her voice.
“I’ll be right back, gotta use the little colt’s room. Anon, don’t let Rumble steal any of my carrot sticks!” Thunder interrupted, hopping to the floor and proceeding towards a doorway in the back of the restaurant.
“I’m on it, Chief!” Anon saluted, before turning back towards the little colt. “So, you were saying?”
“I’ve got a few games for my JoyBoy. Pratfall, Super Spengler Siblings, Acoustic the Antlion, and a few others I borrowed from Button. Do you game much?” Rumble asked.
“Video games? I used to, back on earth. I might need to pick up one of these Joyboy systems, if they’re any good, but there are other games I like playing too,” she chuckled, watching the waitress approach.
Apparently their meals weren’t quite ready, because the only item on their serving tray was the milkshake. The tall glass was mounded high with the beverage, with whipped cream and a single cherry at its peak. Rumble’s mouth started to water, as the frosty treat was placed on the counter before him. As he went to reach for it, a hand darted forward and plucked the succulent red fruit from its perch.
The colt’s brow furrowed, as he turned to face the thief. She sat there, with a smug little grin on her face, while she dangled the cherry in front of her lips. Lazily she looked over at him, as her tongue crept out to caress the savory little orb. Slowly, almost sensually, she licked it, before tossing the entire thing into her mouth, stem and all.
“You know you can’t eat the stem, right?” he grumbled, covetously moving the milkshake out of her reach.
As Rumble watched, a look of concentration crossed her face. After a second, she reached for her mouth, allowing her to retrieve the stem. Holding it aloft, much to his amazement, she’d tied the thing in a knot. Disinterestedly, she set it on the counter, while she continued smiling at him.
“If you think that’s impressive, I’ve got a few other tricks…” Anon liltingly sighed, shooting him a wink.
A part of Rumble was deeply anxious about her words, yet another part of him curious. Her tone was dripping with the promise of something sinful, though he couldn’t put his hoof on the specifics. In the end, wonder won out, stamping out any apprehension he had.
“Like what?” he innocently asked, hoping he wouldn’t regret asking.
“Hmmm,” Anon hummed. Rotating in place, she faced him fully and leaned forward. “Well,” she started, placing a hand on his knee, “if you walk me home, maybe I’ll show you.” With that, her fingers glided up his thigh, stopping just short of his nethers, before giving the soft flesh a slight squeeze.
Even as a colt, Rumble grasped the implications of her statement. Though he was relatively young, he’d been taught all about the birds and the bees, so he wasn’t completely ignorant about mating and coitus. Truth be told, he was just blossoming into a young stallion, finding himself stricken with various urges and lascivious desires, which hadn’t been doing him any favors in school.
To make matters worse, as he processed the events from the last hour, Rumble noticed a few things. The way Anon talked, how she’d coincidentally shifted to tease him, her smell, holding him to her chest; it wasn’t some oblivious set of acts. No, he wouldn’t be surprised if everything she’d done had been deliberate and well calculated. In spite of knowing that, and spitting in the face of his better judgement, he wanted to take her up on her offer. Opening his mouth, attempting to form a reply, the waitress reappeared with their order.
“Three hay burger combos with carrot sticks?” the server asked, looking to the human.
“Yup, that’s us!” Anon chirped, smoothly sitting back up.
It was an astounding transformation. The woman’s tone, posture, and energy, shifted instantly, leading anypony to believe she was just out having a meal with friends, but Rumble knew better. Beyond the actual dinner, Anon seemed to be attempting to sate herself on something other than diner food. Studying her, as she dug into her sandwich, Rumble noticed Thunder trotting nearer.
“So, did I miss anything too exciting?” the large pegasus laughed, hopping onto his stool.
“Nah, not really. Just shooting the breeze with Rumble here,” Anon cheerfully noted, hitching her thumb towards the colt. “You know, I gotta admit, you’ve got a pretty cool little brother.”
“You have any brothers or sisters?” Thunder asked, before taking a bite out of his burger.
“Nope, not a single one! I’m an only child, so I was never able to hang out with any siblings,” she explained, a tinge of melancholy in her voice.
“I think you’d be a nice big sister,” Rumble blurted. Thunder and Anon both looked over at him, but the difference in the looks he received from them was night and day.
His brother just coolly glanced in his direction, only for a second, before returning to his meal. Anon, however, was hungrily staring at him. She licked her lips, much like a wolf does when stalking its prey, leaving him to swallow hard. His remark about her seemed to have inadvertently dumped fuel on the fire, even if it helped cement his theory.
The notion of giving in, of letting her play with him was a tempting one. Many a school colt laughed and joked about being set upon by a lustful, older mare, yet the odds of that actually happening were virtually nonexistent. It was a childish fantasy, one steeped in hormones and wet dreams, so the chances of Rumble stumbling upon such a woman were slim. Still, he had to know.
Clearing his throat, and dredging forth every ounce of courage he had, Rumble stared up at her. “Once we get done with dinner, would it be alright if I walk Anon home?” he asked his brother, without his gaze leaving the woman’s face.
“Suits me fine, sure,” Thunder replied, with a shrug.
“Such a little gentlecolt,” Anon whispered, as if profoundly moved by his offer. With that, she nonchalantly continued with her meal.
Rumble did the same, digging into his burger and carrot sticks. The remainder of their dinner was relatively quiet, with each of the three enjoying the food. All things considered, it didn’t take them long to finish, and the trio were soon left looking at several empty plates.
“That hit the spot,” Thunder groaned, reclining slightly and patting his belly.
“I need to come here more often,” Anon remarked, peeking over at the colt. He’d finished most of his milkshake, although there was still a mouthful at the bottom of the glass. “Say, you wouldn’t mind if I try that, would you?” she inquired, pointing at the beverage.
“Go ahead, I’m pretty full anyway,” Rumble said, pushing the glass towards her. Picking up the glass, she ran her tongue around its rim, before wrapping her lips around the straw. Throughout it all, she kept her heavily lidded eyes on him, as if silently promising him some similar treatment. “P...pretty good, eh?” he sputtered, falling deeper under her spell.
“You have no idea,” she sighed, having finished off the creamy beverage. Digging into a pocket of her skirt, she retrieved a few bits and slapped them on the counter. “Alright, I think I’m going to head home. Thanks for letting me come out to eat with you guys,” Anon exclaimed, giving Thunder a thumbs up.
“I’ll be home in a little while,” Rumble stated, trying to sound casual. Jumping off his stool, he briskly trotted to the door, hoping Anon would follow. Sure enough, the woman unseated herself and moved towards the exit.
“Just don’t stay out too late, I don’t want you sneaking over to Button’s house to play games all night,” Thunder chuckled.
“Don’t worry, I’m sure he won’t be too long,” Anon said, waving goodbye to the large stallion.
As the woman strolled by, presumably heading towards her home, Rumble scurried along beside her. Even though they didn’t say much, as they walked along, he couldn’t help but feel a growing sense of excitement and nervousness. He still had no way of definitively knowing she had any lecherous intentions, though he would find out soon enough. It only took them a scant few minutes to reach her lodging, an apartment a stone’s throw away from the Carousel Boutique.
Under the warm glow of the streetlights, Anon opened her front door and waved him inside. “Come on in. It’s not much, but it’s home,” she warmly noted.
Stepping in, Rumble took a moment to appraise her abode. The living room was small and cozy, and he could make out a kitchen to the side. In the back, there was a hallway which he presumed led to her bedroom and bathroom. All in all, it looked like a comfortable little apartment. Hearing the door close behind him, he turned just as Anon strode past.
“So,” she began, flopping onto the couch, “how about you make yourself comfortable.” With that, she invitingly slapped the empty cushion beside herself.
Rumble numbly nodded and complied, watching the woman smugly grin at him. Trotting to the sofa, larger than most he’d come across, he jumped up and seated himself. Kicking his hind legs off the cushion, he idly fidgeted with his forehooves, waiting to see what was going to happen.
“I couldn’t help but notice you seemed kind of distracted in the diner,” Anon murmured, scooching closer to him, “why was that?”
“I...I don’t know,” he stuttered, refusing to look at her. Now that he was within her lair, his apprehension had grown exponentially. He didn’t have much experience with girls, nor had he been left alone in a room with one, so he hadn’t the foggiest idea of what to do.
“Was is because you think I’m pretty,” Anon playfully purred, leaning in his direction. “Or,” she continued, her volume dropping an octave, “were you too busy having naughty colt thoughts…”
Keeping his gaze on the floor, Rumble didn’t notice exactly how close she’d gotten, until she felt her breath against his ear. With a start, he turned towards her, only to find her face a scant few inches from his own. The same predatory look from before filled her eyes, causing his pulse to quicken. As he opened his mouth to say something, anything, she arched her back.
“I swear, these things are so heavy,” Anon groaned, groping one breast in each hand.
Truthfully, compared to a mare’s, her bosoms were absolutely massive. Each melon was almost as big as Rumble’s head, so he wasn’t surprised her back was strained. Without warning, after briefly fondling herself, she started pulling her sweater up. As if in a trance, he watched her remove the garment, revealing inch after inch of her abdomen. Just before the cloth reached her chest, she stopped.
“Looks like somepony is a little excited,” she giggled, peering towards his crotch.
Glancing downward, it was only then that Rumble realized he’d popped a boner. He wasn’t sure when it had happened, as he’d been too enamored with Anon’s impromptu display, yet there it was. His cheeks went beet red, and his wings flicked out to their full length, as he understood what had happened. Before he could jump off the couch, or cover himself, a sudden weight toppled him onto the cushions. Like a tiger leaping upon its prey, Anon had pounced upon him.
Unable to move, Rumble helplessly looked up at the woman. Positioned as they were, his face was sandwiched between her tits. His heart was racing, and he felt faint, yet he’d gotten his answer regarding her motives. As he went to speak, she moved one arm, while gyrating on top of him. Slowly, she hauled the sweater over her head, leaving him pressed against her bare chest.
“So…” she purred, her hand snaking to his groin, “whatever should we do now?”
The question was clearly rhetorical, considering her fingers were a hair’s breadth from his rigid colthood. Anon gently rocking her torso back and forth, causing her mammaries to caress his cheeks. Her nipples, each a dark shade of pink, were perilously close to his muzzle; acting on instinct, he pressed his snout against one and gave it a lick.
“Mmmmm,” Anon hummed, bearing down on him, “such a bad colt.”
Abruptly, she wrapped her arms around him and sat up straight. Pulling him onto her lap, while his face was still buried in her tit, Anon cradled him. He nearly bit down on her nipple, as he felt her fingers wrap around his shaft. Sweet Celestia, the sensation of her digits on his length was unimaginable. With renewed courage, he suckled upon her teat, as she slowly stroked his tool.
Cradling the colt to herself, Anon sighed contentedly. Although Rumble was quite small, and relatively young, his equipment was fairly impressive. Several inches of granite grey flesh glided over her palm, and a pair of plump nuts rested beneath his member. Squirming in place, reveling in the sounds of his muffled groans, she squeezed and massaged his cock.
As the seconds drew on, Rumble started to buck into her hand. He’d given himself hoof jobs before, but they paled in comparison to the woman’s soft touch. Moaning into her breast, he fought to stave off his impending orgasm. Despite his best efforts, his colthood began to twitch and flare in her grasp.
Out of the blue, he felt himself being moved. With startling speed and strength, Anon picked him up and sat him on her chest. Straddling her torso, with his length smashed between her udder-like bosoms, she cradled his rump with one hand. Like a striking serpent, she craned her neck downward to engulf the crown of his dick in her maw. The sight, along with the heavenly warmth of her mouth and lips was too much. Mewling uncontrollably, he came.
Gulping down the initial mouthful, Anon retracted her head. Several gouts of foal batter spattered over her face and upper chest, glazing her in the warm, sticky fluid. He shivered in her grip, spasming as he rode out his climax. Panting openly, while licking his jizz from her lips, she shifted her focus from his nethers to his face.
Wheezing, attempting to recover his faculties, Rumble found himself being set down to the vacant cushions of the sofa. Between the unexpected blowjob and the entire situation in general, he was having a hard time keeping track of things. Noticing one of her feet drifting over his head, he looked over; what he saw caused his jaw to drop.
“You’ve been a bad little colt,” Anon tutted, kicking her skirt to the floor, “just look at how worked up I am.”
Snaking one hand to her crotch, she pulled her panties to the side. Her womanhood was positively drenched, having soaked through the sheer cloth covering it. Not only that, but it looked rather engorged, almost as if it were angry for the lack of attention, but she wasn’t done yet.
“See what you did?” she cooed, slipping two fingers into her sex to unabashedly spread herself open.
The primal, base parts of Rumble’s mind switched on, overriding any judgement or hesitation he had. Standing there, faced with a willing and very eager female, he was spurred into action. His body acted on autopilot, as he took a step forward, then a second, until his snout was hovering just before her puss.
Drawing a deep, shuddering breath, her scent filled his nostrils. Pungent and reeking of lust, the carnal aroma of her nethers was nearly maddening. Under normal circumstances, his refractory period would have spanned several minutes; but faced with Anon’s invitation, he was already prepared for a second round. Submitting to his bestial urges, he reared onto his hind legs, shuffled forward, and locked his forelegs around the woman’s ample thighs.
Closing his eyes, he haphazardly bucked his hips, sending his colthood glancing off her crotch. Though he didn’t see it, he felt her adjusting, just before her hand softly seized his shaft. Guiding it to her sex, giggling slightly, she assisted her pint-sized paramour. No sooner did he detect her juicy entrance, than he rammed himself forward, entombing himself in her canal.
Hilting himself in one smooth stroke, Rumble paused. Anon’s mouth and hands were but a paltry tease, compared to the heavenly sensation of her snatch. Hot, moist, and immeasurably welcoming, her velvety canal embraced his length. It almost felt as though he was going to melt, so overwhelming was the feeling of being buried within her. She flexed, squeezing his member, urging him to continue; it was all the motivation he needed.
With all the reckless abandon of a sex-crazed youth, Rumble began pounding away. There was no skill or grace, only a colt giving everything he had. He huffed and grunted, as he pistoned himself into her. Though he couldn’t see it, Anon moved her hands to her breasts. Kneading and twisting her nipples, she moaned whorishly, while the small pegasus slaked his thirst.
Beyond the debased noises escaping the two, the air was filled with the steady, wet sounds of their bodies colliding. Rumble’s nuts slapped against Anon’s rump, while her cunt lewdly clung to his shaft with each backstroke. She’d enticed him here, hoping to sample what he had to offer, and he willingly obliged her with everything he had.
Rumble’s wings fitfully flapped, helping him thrust incrementally harder than he had been. His forehooves dug desperately into her meaty thighs, while he rhythmically slammed into her depths. He had no way of knowing if mares felt as good as she did, though he couldn’t imagine any manner of bliss rivaling Anon’s womanhood.
Gritting his teeth, and screwing his eyes shut, the colt endured. Draped over her abdomen, he held on for dear life, while he bucked away like a beast possessed. The medial ring of his tool continually ground against the woman’s g-spot, leaving her to writhe beneath him. Despite their difference in size, and though he was unaware of it, he was proving himself to be quite capable of sating her salacious urges.
“D...don’t stop!” Anon screamed, urging him to continue.
Ramming himself as deeply as possible, Rumble pounded into her. On some level, he was aware that he wasn’t going to last much longer, yet he persisted. The tip of his colthood steadily expanded, locking itself deep within her confines, as his body prepared itself for release. As badly as he wanted the encounter to last forever, it simply wasn’t meant to be. Finally, he cried out, as he was rocked by his second climax.
Every fiber of his being was awash in rapture, as Rumble came. A torrent of seed, rivalling his initial burst, surged through his length. Like a miniature tsunami, his cream crashed against Anon’s cervix, pushing her over the edge. Her legs wrapped around him, trapping him to herself, as she trembled uncontrollably.
Braying to the heavens, her sex gushed a cocktail of her nectar and Rumble’s spunk. “Yes! Oh God YES!” she wailed. Pinning him to her body, ensuring every drop of his cum was deposited inside of her.
As his ecstasy began to taper off, leaving him in a post coitus stupor, something brushed through Rumble’s mane. Wearily peering up, he met Anon’s feeble smile. An idiotic grin played over his face, as he came to grips with what had transpired; she’d made a stallion out of him. While it was true that he hadn’t anticipated his first time to be under such odd circumstances, nor with one of a different species, he didn’t care.
Anon had claimed him, and he felt a sublime satisfaction of taking one step closer to adulthood. Sluggishly, he released her thighs, cueing her to free him, and took a step backward. Taking care to keep his balance, he felt something snag his foreleg. Looking over, he saw Anon holding his hoof.
“Just one more thing,” she rasped, beckoning him closer.
Changing course, Rumble took a step towards her. Leaning forward and plucking the colt from the cushion, Anon brought him towards herself. Shamelessly, the woman moved him to her face, where she wrapped her lips around his softening cock. He gasped, as his overly-sensitive member was licked clean of their juices. As unexpected as it was, the deed didn’t take long, and he was soon found himself standing on the floor.
“So,” she began, idly rubbing her leaking snatch, “you think you can get home alright?”
Rumble nodded, unsure of what to say. The world felt fuzzy, and he was having a hard time thinking straight, but he knew he needed to get home. Celestia only knew how long he’d been at Anon’s house, though it couldn’t have been too long. As he drifted towards the door, he slowed. Glancing over his shoulder, longingly looking back at the woman, he had one last thing to do.
“C...can I come by tomorrow?” he boldly murmured, already hoping to have a repeat of the evening’s activities.
“I’ll be mad if you don’t,” Anon weakly chuckled, giving him a wink. “Besides, I still have a lot to teach you…”
Cracking a smile, and feeling like he could take on the world, Rumble trotted out the front door. He wasn’t sure what sinful delights Anon had in mind for him, or what licentious lessons she had to offer, but he was more than eager for whatever she had to offer. With a spring in his step, he made his way home, imagining all the dirty things the future held for him…