> A Hard Workout
>  by SunnyDontLook
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> Tight Shorts, And Saunas'
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The daystar, the blinding ball of fire in the sky was falling down the horizon. In the finale of its dance, it changed colours as the light had to travel through the thickness of miles of atmosphere to hit my eyes. Thin clouds, as dry as clouds can be floated up in the darkening skies. Pegasi were meant to be up there, but in Sall’han the clouds never seemed to be in reach. Not that the Arabs and ground bound equestrians never seemed to mind.

For them, Equestria was a place of mystique and dreams, for me, it was a place I had escaped. The blasted surface had only a few scattered tribes, and the parts of the military that had managed to hole up in a bunker through the years of ash and darkness. The Enclave, my home was a place of fear and hatred, a military dictatorship with a guise of democracy. No wonder I had fled, my only regret being the ponies I had left behind. 

In another age maybe I would have been famous. The first pony to cross the great ocean separating Equestria and Sall’han in a century. Back home they would hang me. Here, I had been taken in as a curiosity after they realized I didn’t know much more about Equestria than they did. I was assigned work and given accommodations. Eventually though, they realized that I did have technical skills. Maybe if they had been smarter they would have realized that flying an airship by yourself, across an ocean would necessitate a fair amount of skill… 

It didn’t really matter, now I was one of them, with all the trappings of being a Ranger. A scribe uniform, a genetic sample in their bank, and a full time job. There was always work to be done, maintaining equipment that had been old a century ago, keeping the power armour running, and building new power plants and machinery based on the natural resources here.

And so I was standing on a high ridge outside one of the myriad little outposts on the frontier. This one was among the most isolated of them all. We were closer to the warlords of the south than any other group of Rangers. Occasionally one of the upstart warlords would test the patience of us. They usually paid with their lives. It didn’t take that many Knights and Paladins to crush whatever forces they scraped up. Typically, we would drive an armoured column into the heart of their territory. A group of Ursa’s and trucks, with a few dozen mechanized artillery pieces to do the real damage. 
They were punitive, and something that the enclave back home would have done. But these Rangers weren’t the Enclave. The Enclave was reactionary, and running on things they couldn’t ever produce themselves. The Rangers of Sall’han, they built new things, and were getting closer and closer to the power of the old world. The two factions seemed unlikely to ever come to blows, but if I had to make a bet on which one would win the day… Well, I was one of them now.

“What are you doing up here? Moping around? Thinking of the birdies you left behind?” A familiar voice said from behind me. The soft displacement of the sand and the gentle hum of servos should have told me I wasn’t alone anymore.

“Thinking, maybe you should try it sometime,” I shot back before turning around. It was exactly who I thought it was. The blonde ranger I had entered into a kind of love/hate relationship with.

“Ehh, I’ve done it before, it just never seems to accomplish anything,” Icepick said before sitting her rump down beside mine. Her helmet was strapped to the back of her armour. I watched the back and forth of her short mane, still long enough to hang down below her jaw.

“You’ve always struck me as a mare of action,” I replied softly. The sun was nearly gone. Only a small part of it still hung above the horizon. There was a clear gradient in the hues of the sky: red, yellow, light blue, dark blue, a blue just shy of black, and then black. Black would swallow the sky, there was no stopping it.

“I am,” Icepick said in more thoughtful tone than I ever expected from her. It was tinged with a melancholy, a bitter note, a blackness held at bay only by the light of something equally bright. “Someone has to be.”

“Right,” I replied as we both watched the last tinges of light fall behind the horizon. 

“So there’s really a whole society of birdies floating above the ruins?” Icepick asked. 

“I’m here, aren’t I?” I replied with a laugh. 

“Your dick felt too real to be a hallucination,” she said with a sigh. “I just don’t see how so many ponies could just stay up there, leaving their fellow ponies in hell.” 

“Most of us don’t know about the surface, most of us don’t care about more than our meal tickets and our breeding lottery,” I said before pushing a foreleg into her metal and ceramic pauldron. “I only saw it when I was leaving. The cloud cover only extends of most of equestria. At the edges, on the islands and peninsulas to the west, there are towns, villages and well, life.”

“We’re gonna go there someday,” Icepick said with resolve as hard as steel in her voice. “And if those fuckin’ birds try to get in our way…” She slammed her forehoof into the rock underneath her. It broke away, rock older than ponykind itself crumbling to make a point. There was probably a lesson there. 

“I wouldn’t want to be a Raptor captain on the day you guys show up on the coast,” she gave me an odd look at my words. “I mean, when we show up.” 

“Better. You’re a Ranger now, and more importantly an Equestrian,” Icepick said before standing up and grabbing me by the foreleg. “But that Ranger part comes with obligations. We’re gonna go hit the gym.” 

“I thought I could’ve bought you off by explaining what a Raptor is to you,” I said as I got pulled to my hooves. She could push me around without her armour, with it, there were few things that could get in her way. 

“You bet your ass I want to know what a Raptor is,” she said with a laugh. “But you can tell on the way back.” 

“Fair enough,” I shot back as we started the descent down the ridge overlooking the outpost. “Well, if you remember your history, Equestria had a lot of enemies. When it started to look like we were going to beat the Zebras with our Airpower and our overwhelming advantages at sea, the other major power in the old world threw in with the Zebras.” 

“What other power was there?” Icepick asked. 

“The Dragons,” I said with a flourish. My wing springing out and waving our across the sky beginning to twinkle with the light of stars.

“Those are real?” Icepick asked, slightly startled by the notion. 

“Very real, and they love to eat ponies, or were supposed to like doing that,” I paused a smile on my muzzle. “But they’re gone, like so many things in the old world.”

“The megaspells,” she said with a voice barely above a whisper. There was a twitch through her armour. She had shuttered. 

“Yes, but before the Zebras and Equestria set the world on fire, and blacked out the sky, the war was still going. And the Zebras had creatures that eat artillery and small arms like a light breakfast. So while the navy and the pegasi, and all the armies we had were fighting a desperate battle to down the dragons with the weapons we already had, the government commissioned a fleet of skyships built to down those ancient beasts. They were the Raptors, the size of a heavy cruiser and armed better than most of the battleships made before it. Magical energy cannons capable of punching through the scales of a dragon, missiles big enough to bring down most fortifications, and a bunch of assault boats filled to the brim with shock troops,” I finished with another flourish of my wings. 

“Why didn’t you take one of those with you?” Icepick asked.

“They don’t exactly leave them lying around, for obvious reasons,” I said with a touch of defensiveness. 

“So that’s why you took the weird balloon?” She asked before bumping her armoured flank into mine. I was nearly knocked off my hooves. But my pegasus agility kicked in and I managed to stay upright.

“It’s called an airship,” I said with a bite. “But yes, I found it outside the city, beneath a heavy layer of cloud. I had to find a supply of hydrogen and reinflate it, get the spark reactor working again, and find a path where the radar stations would miss it. Or be likely to miss it.” 

“I guess the gamble paid off,” she said softly.

“Who dares, wins,” I replied to which she snorted.

“I like it, where did you hear it?” The earth pony mare asked.

“It’s an old trottingham expression. Specifically, the cloud city in the skies above Trottingham,” I eyed her as I finished. 

“I’m going to steal it, snuff you out with a pillow, and no-one will ever remember where it really came from,” she said with a frightfully serious voice. I stopped walking and my wings twitched on my back. “Oh you should see the look on your face.” 

“Haha,” I said bitterly. “You’ve already nearly brained me.” 

“And yet you’ve stayed around me,” she said with a lift of her eyebrows.

“I guess it comes down to a battle between reproduction and self-preservation,” I shot back. 

“If you wanted to reproduce, you wouldn’t want to stick it in my ass,” she said in a lilting voice. 

“Fair enough, it is quite the ass though,” I said softly, a dreamlike quality seeping into my vowels and consonants.

“You know how I got it that way?” She said in a didactic voice. I nodded at her, wanting to keep this subject of conversation going. “Working out, and genetics, but mostly the first thing.” 

“Is that supposed to inspire me? I don’t exactly want an ass like yours, there were already too many stallions in the enclave who wanted to rut me!” 

“There’s your blindspots showing again, flyboy,” Icepick said before staring at my rump with a hunger I had only ever seen in those wasteland mud ponies eking out an existence on the coast. “Girls can like butts too.” 

My blush could’ve outshined the sun at that moment. She just laughed at my expense. 


---===*===---


I was standing outside her room. The base was pretty much empty. It was late, and most of them had work assignments in the daytime. Icepick and I were the exception, being assigned to night work, and night watch more often than not. That didn’t make me any less impatient though. I could have been in my bunk catching up on sleep, or working on my arcanotech certification-

The door slid open and she pushed out of it. My eyes went wide as saucers as she spun around and shut the door. Her rump was covered in a pair of shorts more tight fitting than a jumpsuit.

“See something you like?” Icepick asked me with a giggle.

“Uh-” I said while my brain tried to catch up with my mouth. 

“Well, you don’t need speech to work out,” she said before grabbing me by the foreleg and dragging me towards the gym.

“You don’t need to marehandle me!” I said with a huff and a flaring of my wings a moment later. 

“But you like it when I marehandle you,” Icepick said with a lilting voice. I pulled away from her and pulled myself away from her, at least outside of grabbing range. 

“N-no!” I protested as we walked down the poorly lit corridor. “Pegasi are meant to be free.” 

“But I have this nice cage, filled with bird seed, and one of those little swings,” Icepick shot back before sticking her tongue out at me. I looked away and saw the signs for the gym real close.

“There isn’t enough birdseed in the world to make me want to live in a cage!” I exclaimed. She blinked at me before smiling broadly, malevolently.

“So you’re admitting you like birdseed?” 

“N-no!” I said as she pushed open the door to the gym. She waved a leg forward, and as I cleared the door frame she smacked my rump with that same hoof. It hurt more than it had any right to. When I looked over my shoulder at her, betrayal in my eyes she smiled. 

“Gotta get you in the door somehow,” Icepick said, before shooting her eyes over my rump hungrily. I pulled my tail closer to my body, defensively. “Now let’s stretch!” 

The next few minutes were a contest of my will, forcing my tendons to extend beyond their comfort zones, and trying to avoid letting Icepick realize exactly how appealing her ass looked in those shorts. Eventually though she looked at me, and pulled her body back to her full height. Her intimidating height. She always looked down at me, and the only thing I could do was try not to let on how much I liked that aspect of her-

“Onto the bench, I need to see what those noodle legs can do!” She said while pointing at the weight bench, currently holding a set of weights that I could probably raise, once. 

I breathed out a loud, warm breath, and started towards the bench, my wings ruffling on my back, feathers standing out a bit more. She followed behind, and I had a feeling she was ogling my rear. Whatever, I could do it. 

I layed down on the bench and looked up at the unyielding steel above my head, the weights on either end, and a moment later I was staring up at Icepick’s tits. She was standing behind my head, and had wrapped her hooves around the bar.

“Don’t worry, I won’t let the weights kill you,” she chirped to me as I tried to stop looking at her nipples. They were hard, and her considerable tits bounced a little as she spoke.

“Uh- good?” I replied as I shifted my eyes back over to the bar. I locked my hooves in the grooves of the bar, before pushing it up and feeling the tension in my muscles grow as I pushed up and over the catch. I let it fall nearly down to my chest, letting the cold steel brush against my fur, and with a loud exhale, I pushed it up above me. When my legs reached full extension, I smiled and nodded into the burning that accompanied the exertion. I let it fall slowly, feeling each muscle and tendon strain and ultimately hold steady. 

“Good job!” Icepick said as she watched me from above. I looked up at her, her smile, her glinting form in the electric light. She was a goddess, a Valkyrie, and she was helping me grow stronger-

“Thanks,” I said as I raised the bar again, feeling the effort increase with each repetition. I had raised it five times by the time I felt my legs begin to shake. I let it fall to my chest a little too fast, and it was caught by Icepick. 

“Come on, one more rep!” Icepick prodded me as I shut my eyes and pushed up with all the strength I had left. I managed to force it above my body, and with a huff I pushed it back over the top of the catch. My legs fell onto my chest limply. I was about to say something when I felt Icepick press her hips into my head. I looked up and was a little shocked to see her tits right above my eyes. Without thinking I managed to raise a foreleg and press my hoof into her right boob. It squished nicely, even as I breathed heavily from the exertion. 

“See, I knew you could move,” she chided before backing away and dropping back to her hooves. Icepick waltzed around the bench and looked down at me, impatience in her eyes. 

“Uh, yeah,” I said as I pulled myself up, and looked over at her. I got to my hooves, with my hindlegs feeling fine, my forelegs shook as I put weight on them though. 

“Now, spot me flyboy,” she said with a chuckle as I moved over to the back of the bench. I stood up on my hinds, and locked my forelegs around the bar. Without breaking a stride, Icepick sat down on the bench and let her body fall backwards into the worn padding. I looked down at her, tilting myself down, and realizing where exactly her head was. My dick twitched and I smiled nervously at her. “Just make sure I don’t die.” 

“S-sure,” I mumbled out as she locked her forelegs around the bar and pulled it from the catch, and before I could think about her position anymore, she had done a rep. Her muscles flexed smoothly as she worked the bar up and down, her breaths were calm and her expression was focused. Before I knew it she had surpassed me, and doubled my number. “That’s hot.” 

“Thanks,” she said with a smile before getting to eighteen reps and breathing a sigh of relief and notching the bar back in the catch and spinning around. “Now we squat!” 

“Y-yay,” I mumbled out. She frowned at me.


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The room was hot, boiling practically, as we entered it. Icepick had stripped out of her soaked shorts, and was now only wearing a towel. So was I. I made my way over to the sauna bench and leaned against the back of the wall, feeling the relative chill of the wood against my head, and the ambient warmth of the room. 

“It’s nice right?” Icepick asked as she went towards the coals at the center of the room. She dumped a ladle full of water onto it, and there was a loud hiss as the water became steam in just a few moments. The air thickened, the vapour filling the space, and warming my breath. It felt like a warm blanket encompassing my form. I opened my eyes to see Icepick sitting down beside me.

“Yeah, it’s nice, all that tension melting away,” I replied as she turned in place, her torso spinning to point towards mine. “Whatcha doing?” 

“Your feathers look all fucked up, that’s not normal right?” She asked softly, with something like concern in her voice. 

“Well, I haven’t preened them in days, I don’t do a lot of flying anymore,” I answered curiously. My wings shifted along my back, they were just about the only part of me that didn’t hurt after the workout. 

“But they make you unique! Why do you think I talked to you in the first place?” Icepick said with a note of annoyance in her voice. As I tried to formulate an answer, she gently ran a hoof down my left wing. 

“I guess,” I said before letting out a nervous coo at the contact. Her stroking down my wing felt really good. “I mean, if you wanted to try preening them, I guess you could-” 

“I do,” Icepick said breathily. There was a low excitement in her voice. It made me nervous, and excited in equal measure. 

“Okay, well, start by aligning the feathers,” I said before I felt her hooves shift over my body, grabbing me by the barrel and pushing me towards the bench. I went with it, and my tired body slammed against the wood with a heavy thunk. “That hurt!” 

“Sorry, I just wanted the best angle,” Icepick said in a distracted voice. I shivered when I felt the tip of her tongue slide along my primaries, near the middle of my back. She gripped one of my bigger feathers with her teeth and pulled it back into place. I shuddered beneath her. Her other leg grasped the end of my wing and held it to my lower back. The next moment, I felt her pull a secondary out by the root. When I drew in a sharp breath she tossed it over me, and I saw that it was broken. 

“F-fair enough,” I said after she went back to aligning my feathers, spreading saliva over them, and making my nerves tingle like crazy. 

Minutes passed as she worked over my wings, straightening them, removing the smaller feathers that weren’t functional, and gently rubbing into my back with her other hoof. I moaned, groaned and swore a little at her occasional mistakes. All in all, she seemed to be a natural at it. 

“I think this one’s done,” she said after pulling her mouth away from my back.

“Wanna do the other one?” I asked her quietly. For a moment she didn’t reply, and I was about to say something else, when I felt her muzzle tickle the hair beside my ear.

“Would that make my pretty birdy happy?” She whispered into my ear. I rolled my eyes at that but-

“It would,” I told her. She moved her muzzle away from me, but not before nipping my neck. “Ouch.” 

“Quiet, I need to concentrate,” she said sternly, before going to work on my right wing. Nipping, sliding, and grasping with that deft tongue of hers. The thought of what that tongue was doing, and what it could do, sent another twitch through my member. My back arched upwards, and I felt myself shudder as she pulled another feather from my wings.

“N-not so rough,” I said quietly. She pressed her hoof into my back hard, pushing me into the wood, the sweat dripping down my face getting into my eyes. I tried to lift myself up, but I couldn’t do it with her weight on me, and the effects of the workout still plaguing me.

“Stop me,” she said with a growl. For some reason, that only made my dick start to grow. The next few minutes were gentle though, her preening skills having gotten even better. When she made it to the end of my wingtip, she stopped and pulled herself off of me. I staggered to stand up, and look behind me. My wings looked presentable. She might have been a bit overzealous in her feathers removal- 

“Now rub my back, fly boy,” Icepick said before turning herself around and splaying each of her legs out behind and in front of her. I blinked once. A quick glance around the room told me that there was no-one else here. I turned back to look at her, as she looked over her shoulder at me. There was a smile on her face. “You can be as rough as you want…” 

I picked myself up and trotted over the bench plank, and watched her smile when she realized I was already half out of my sheath. Her plump rump seemed to draw my eyes in, her tail flicking from side to side slowly. When I stood above her, I let my rear legs drop down just enough to let my cock slide over her ass. “I’ll start with your withers.” I said in a not particularly convincing voice. 

My right hoof sunk into her tense shoulder, and she let out a moan. I ran that hoof in a circle around the tightest feeling knot, and my other foreleg pressed into her middle back, gently feeling it for spots of hot, tight muscle. Icepick laid her head down on the wood, and yelped a little when I drove my weight into her shoulder. 

“Rough enough for you?” I asked her with a grin on my muzzle.

“No,” she replied smoothly, before flicking her tail up and over my sheath. I felt my hips buck on their own, rubbing my length between her ass cheeks. She gasped a little at that- “We’re not doing that again, without real lube.” 

“So, that’s rough enough for you?” I teased her as I shifted my weight to my other leg, my hoof digging into her left shoulder, and causing her to take a take a gasping breath. 

“Until you’ve taken a dick up your ass, with only shower water as lube, you don’t get to remark on the matter,” she said with a tenor in her voice, that only came from remember past anger. 

“Uh, I’m okay, really okay,” I said with a nervous laugh. Before dipping my head down to her mane and taking a deep breath of her sweaty hair. It smelled like mare, like her. 

“The only straight pegasus around,” Icepick chuckled before whinnying as I moved my hooves down her back, and unfortunately having to back my dick off of that bubblebutt for a time. It went on like that for a while, my hooves kneading her back, eliciting a cute sound or three with every motion. When I had gotten to her lower back, right on the edge of her rump, she raised her head and looked at me. 

“You know, I think this would be a bit better back in my quarters,” Icepick said. 

“Not a raincheck, just a relocation?” I asked. She smiled at me. 


---===*===---


The door swung open, and a moment later I was pushed through it, into the home of my friend. I was surrounded by darkness, just before she trotted in and threw on the lights. With a soft click she shut the door behind us, as I took in the room. It was a spartan room, but not overly so. Other than the bed unmade and stacked up with more than the usual allotment  of pillows, there was a desk sitting underneath the sole window at the back of the room. A small fern sat on the top of a small bookshelf placed at the back of the desk, against the wall. I couldn’t make out any of the book on the shelf, but there were a couple, some old, some new, and some that couldn’t be determined easily.

“Don’t just stand there,” Icepick said as she walked over to the bed. Her bag fell to the floor in front of it. With a leap, she landed on the bed and scooted herself onto it fully. She patted the space in front of her with a hoof. I scrambled to join her, climbing up onto the wide bed and looking at her quietly. Her head plopped down on the pillow and she grasped my back with a foreleg, pulling me closer to her. She stopped when our chests were pressed together, and our muzzles nearly touching. 

“Those lights are kinda bright,” I said to her as I started to pull myself away, to hop up and turn them off. Icepick huffed a little, and lifted a ball off of the bedside table. A pre-war rubber ball. And then, she threw it at the light switch. It smacked into the switch and threw it up. We were in darkness nano-seconds later. 

“Something something, put a towel over your birdcage at night,” she chuckled dryly as I scowled at her. Her leg came back down over me, the unshorn hoof running along my wings. I gasped at the sensitive contact, and the moment that my mouth fell open, she pounced, pressing her hips into mine, and locking lips with me. Soon after, she wriggled her hips up and down, while sliding her hoof down to my rump. She squeezed my ass with her hoof, before pushing her tongue into my mouth, finding my smaller tongue and holding it down against the bottom of my mouth. My dick seemed to explode from its sheath, pressing instantly against her tits, sliding between them, and my hips pushed back against hers all on their own. A few moments passed with my body on auto-pilot, and my lungs were beginning to run out of air. 

“Warn me next time!” I said after taking my first breath of delicious air. I could tell she was smiling, even if I couldn’t see yet in the darkness. 

“You doth protest too much,” she said before looking at our intertwined bodies. My cock twitched at that realization. “I make things explode, and let me tell you, wiring up a demolition charge is a lot harder than making a buck blow out of his sheath.” 

“I’ve never done either of those things, so I’ll take your word for it,” I said with a laugh as I pulled a foreleg out from our compressed barrels, before settling it down on her back, and began to idly play with her mane.

“Yeah, yeah, that’s what all the cute boys say,” Icepick said with a giggle. “So, you wanna warm me up?” 
“Hell yeah!” I said before she did a barrel roll, and spread her hinds. I gasped, I could smell her from there. Warm, verdant mare! 

“Well, get crackin’. Or licking, maybe? Cunnilingusing?” She shook her head and pulled her forelegs back, before sitting them behind her head. I shrugged and pulled myself backwards. A moment later, I had my hooves on her strong, thick thighs, and before I could stop myself, I licked up the length of her slit. 

She moaned softly, and her hips twitched, and when I stuffed my tongue into her pussy, that moan became a soft obscenity. I was a little startled when I felt her hoof come down on my mane. I looked up at her in the dark, she only replied with a smile. That suited her, as I licked her pussy, playing with her clit when it winked out into the air. 

“Good pega,” she cooed as I licked up her juices. They were sweet, and tangy to the tastebud. 

“Bad pega!” She almost yelled when I pulled away from her honeypot to bite at her inner thighs. A moment later, she stuffed my face back into her pussy. I made a sound of annoyance, but she only started a short whistling noise. Maybe I was down there for a while, but I wasn’t keeping track, only listening to her breaths and moans, and feeling her slowly tighten up like the bands of a ballista. I made sure to tease her outer lips just as much as pleased her clit. That wouldn’t seem fair to her, but it would lead to a better outcome-

“Aaah, Gryph!” She finally released in front of me, spraying me with her juices and pressing my muzzle deep into her marehood. I tried to pull away, but her hooves just kept me there. Whatever, at least she was hot. 

“There, you satisfied?” I huffed a little when she finally let me pull my head up. 

“So, so satisfied,” she replied in a soft voice. She seemed chilled out. 

“Can I fuck your butt?” I asked her. She sighed. 
“I guess. It’s at your own risk though,” she shot back. A hoof shot out and pointed at the drawers to the side of her bed. “Lube’s in there, grab the toy too.” 

“Okay,” I chirped, as I got off the bed, my dick sliding over the soft sheets and sending electricity up my spine. A moment’s rummaging later and I found both things. I got back up on the bed, and she had already turned over, her fat ass sticking up in the air. I grinned. 

“So, toy first?” I asked her. She groaned and looked over her shoulder at me. 

“Yeah, get me warmed up. Slowly,” Icepick said. I took great pleasure in spreading her cheeks apart. I couldn’t resist giving her ponut a little kiss. She mewled at the contact, my tongue tracing a lazy circle over her asshole. “C’mon, I thought you wanted to fuck my ass, not make out with it.” 

“There’s a method to this kinda thing!” I shot back. I took the bottle of lube and drizzled some of the cold slippery liquid over her ass. Icepick flicked her tail at the sudden chill. I took another moment to put some on her toy, before taking the back of it in my hooves and pressing it to her ass. 

“Slow,” she said again. I rolled my eyes and pressed it into to her pucker, easing the toy into her. It was tapered, smaller in diameter on the point, before growing wider as it went up. My dick wasn’t like that, pretty much the same girth from the tip to the base. Slowly, I pushed the toy into her, as I watched her ring flex and strain as it slipped into her. It was a nice display. I surreptitiously started stroking my member with a hoof, as I pushed the toy inside her. I twitched rapidly, and leaked like a sieve as I played with her. When I finally got the toy most of the way there, her breathing had steadied out. “That’s good. Is it all the way?” 

“Yeah, mostly,” I said as I stared at her ass. My hoof rubbed at her cutie mark softly. 

“Well, do you wanna stuff me?” Icepick asked me with a hint of arousal. She didn’t want me to know how much she liked anal. 

“Fuck yeah,” I said as I pulled the toy out. She picked herself up and jumped off the bed before turning around and resting her barrel on the edge of the bed. 

“Mount me then, fly boy,” Icepick said with a flick of her tail. She seemed- impatient?

“Gladly,” I said as I got behind her, before hopping up and putting my hooves on her withers, holding her tightly as I felt around for her hole. When I found a cold patch of twitched ponut, I knew I had the jackpot. I pressed my cock against the entrance, before finally sliding my head inside her. 

“Aaah,” she moaned as I sucked in a breath at the feeling of warmth and tightness around my member. 

“Just as good as I remembered,” I said softly. Her ears twitched before my eyes and I couldn’t help but nip the closest one. She moaned and bucked her hips backwards into me. All at once I was hilted in her tight ass. “You like my dick in your ass, dontcha?” 

“Y-yes,” she said as I pulled out halfway, before slamming back into her. There was a clap as my hips struck her thick ass. I held onto her tightly, and rutted at a fast, but rhythmic pace. Her tongue was hanging out of her muzzle, I could tell just by the noises she was making. My dick was painting her insides white, just from the pre, and it was throbbing like it was being squeezed. Well, it was, he ass clenched every few seconds, fitting my cock like a glove-

“C’mon, harder!” Icepick mewled. I obliged, even as I felt my stomach starting to knot up from the pleasure. I took a hoof and squeezed her breast with it. And still, I went on, smelling her mane, taking big breaths filled with her scent, to feed muscles that were already getting sore. The sounds of our rutting echoed around the small room mixed with our pleased moans. It was intoxicating. 

“That better,” I grunted out just as I hilted in her again, my sheath bumping against her ponut. 

“Y-yeah!” Icepick said after a moment of heavy breathing. I pumped back into her, feeling her tight ass grip me tightly. That moan became something louder as she pushed her ass against me. She wanted more. 

“You’re a butt slut, aren’t ya?” I asked as my hot breath danced across her neck. She nodded at me, before pressing back against me with my next thrust. It took my breath out of my lungs. Still, my dick sang at the feeling. A moment later she had pushed me back and ran around me, before picking me up by the barrel and tossing me onto the bed. I barely had time to get some air back in my lungs before she got onto the bed, and climbed on top of me. A moment later I felt the warmth and tightness of her ass around my cock as she slipped herself onto me. She was smiling slyly. 

“Bad birdies get their mounting privileges revoked,” Icepick said before grasping one of my forehooves and dragging it over to her cutie mark. “Now, grope my ass.” 

“C’mon, ride me if you wanna ride me,” I said as I put my other hoof on her other flank. I squeezed her, just like she was squeezing my cock. I twitched inside her and she mewled at the feeling. Before I could get in another snarky word, she raised herself up, before dropping back down. The next couple moments were a cacophony of grunts and moans, getting louder as I grew closer.

“You about to pop off?” Icepick asked as she pushed down once again, the sensations hitting my brain like a line of coke. I nodded and held on for dear life as she sped up her movements-

“Icepick!” I moaned as I felt myself go over the edge, my cock flaring locking her in place as my seed travelled up my member. A second after that, the first rope of cum shot into her ass, painting it white. And it only kept going, all that teasing, all that contact, it all exploded into her. The only recourse she had was to collapse onto my chest and pant into my face. Even as my cock was going off inside her, I pulled a hoof away from her ass, and put it behind her head. I pulled her just a bit closer-

Our kiss wasn’t hungry, it was longing and experimental. Our tongues played with eachother even as my orgasm died down, and pussy dripped onto my crotch. There was a puddle beneath us, that I was sure of. But neither of us cared. Sometime later, she gently lifted up and my softened cock slipped out of her. She growled at the mess, but it was obviously a joke. Probably. I just kissed her again and wrapped my forelegs around her. 

“You’re doing my laundry tomorrow,” she said as she laid down beside me, one of her forelegs drifting down to my chest, and gently began to play with my chest fur. 

“I can accept that,” I replied softly. 

“Night Gryph,” she said in a drowsy tone. I wasn’t far behind her. I always got pretty tired after I came. 

“Night Icebutt,” I said cowly. She just pecked me on the cheek, before shutting her eyes. 

It didn’t take me long to fall asleep in that soiled bed, beside that beautiful mare. It did take long enough for me to realize that she snored. Loudly. Whatever, no-one’s perfect-