Serenades of a Siren

by Some Leech

First published 29th of April, 2020

What starts out as a plea for help, from one Ms. Adagio Dazzle, quickly turns into a roller coaster ride of lewd twists and turns for Anon...

Anon's always had a soft spot for Adagio. Sure, she might be a bit of an ass, and there are whispers that she harbors some strange secret, but hearsay and a somewhat disreputable reputation do little to dull his interest in the girl. She's talented, sassy, and a downright bombshell! Since he's always admired her from afar, a sudden text from her catches him off guard.

Kinks Include: Futa on Male (Chapter 1 and 3), Male on Futa (Chapter 2 and 3), A Massive Horse Cock, Oral, Rimming, Anal, Various Sexual Positions, Low Femdom, Cock Worship, and Many, MANY Creampies

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The Opening Act

Walking up to the apartment door, Anon checked, double checked, and triple checked the note in his hand. He was at the right place, there was no mistaking it, although the confirmation did little to calm his frazzled nerves. Raising a hand, taking a breath to calm himself, he knocked upon the hard, wooden surface.

“Be right there,” a voice from within called, followed by the sound of approaching footsteps.

Shifting in place, he dug his hands into his pockets and waited. The last thing he needed was to look like a bumbling idiot before even stepping inside. With the click of a lock, the door opened and he found himself staring at a daffodil colored young woman with a voluminous, bushy head of orange and gold hair. Clad in a matching violet shirt and skirt, she expectantly looked him over.

“Took you long enough,” Adagio snickered, stepping back to allow him entry. “Please, come on in.”

Anon nodded and walked inside. He could scarcely believe he was inside the Adagio’s apartment. Stepping into the foyer, he turned to face his host. Tall and slim, her slender aesthetic stood in stark contrast to the woman he’d come to know; while she may have appeared to be a quaint high school senior, he knew she was surprisingly cunning and manipulative.

To his astonishment, not even an hour ago, he’d gotten a text from her. Apparently, knowing that the semester’s finals were on the horizon, she’d sought out aid. Be damned if he could explain why she’d asked him of all people, but he couldn’t turn down her request. He knew she was pulling his strings, acting like some damsel in distress, yet the prospect of simply being around her was too good to pass up.

“So,” Adagio began, walking past him towards the couch, “you think you can help me pass our algebra and chemistry finals?” Seating herself, staring intently up at him, she smirked.

Snapped from his reverie, Anon shook his head. “I...I could try. As long as you know the -” he was cut off, as the girl dismissively waved a hand.

“You thought I was talking about studying? Pfft!” she laughed. “No, by help I meant you let me cheat…”

“W...what? No! I can’t do that! Besides, even if I was alright with it, you don’t even sit next to me!” Anon blurted, caught off guard by her proposal.

He’d be more than happy to help her get ready for the test, but cheating was out of the question. For all intents and purposes, were he to let her copy from his exam, he’d be running a huge risk; if they got caught, they’d both fail! Shaking his head, taking a step backward, he dismissed the notion outright.

“It’s not a big deal, Sonata and I could switch seats. Nobody would notice I-” Adagio was interrupted, when her classmate threw his hands up.

“Nope, not gonna happen! No way, no how!” Anon adamantly stated, crossing his arms over his chest. Cute girl or not, he wasn’t going to risk an entire semester of a class on some stupid gamble. “I’ll help you study, but that’s it, take it or leave it…”

“Fine, whatever!” Adagio grunted, rolling her eyes in frustration. “Just, have a seat wherever and help me understand this stupid material. I don’t need an A+ or anything, so any passing grade would do…”

A small smile played across Anon’s face, as his host relented. Had she kicked him out, he wouldn’t have been surprised, yet that wasn’t the case. Frankly, he wasn’t really upset about her asking to copy his exam; it wasn’t the first time a student wanted to cheat off of him and he was sure it wouldn’t be the last.

Strolling over to a recliner, situated a few feet from where Adagio was seated, he shrugged off his book-bag. Sitting it beside the chair, he eased himself into the pillowy cushioned seat. He had to say, it was far more lavish than any of the furniture in his house. Glancing over to the girl, inspecting the area around her, he noticed something was missing.

“Where are your textbooks?” he inquired.

“Ugh,” his host huffed, pushing herself up and stomping off to a different area of the apartment.

Making himself comfortable, Anon studied the interior of her home and waited for her to return. The living room had a surprising number of nautically themed artwork and decorations, which was interesting, considering he couldn’t recall her ever mentioning an interest in the sea. Hearing footfalls, he dug into his bag and retrieved his algebra book and calculator.

“Alright, we’ll start with the math first, then we can move on to chemistry. Does that sound alright?” he chirped, smiling over at her.

“It sounds boring,” Adagio groaned, hopping onto the couch and tossing the books beside herself. Rolling her head to the back of the recliner, she dragged her palms over her face. “Isn’t there anything I can do to convince you to let me copy your test?” she lamented, peering over at him.

“Not really, but you can buy me a milkshake when you pass. Trust me, you’ll be fine! Just follow along and…” Anon trailed off, as the girl crossed and uncrossed her legs.

Positioned as they were, he couldn’t quite get a peek up her skirt, although he was able to see the creamy, supple flesh of her inner thigh. Moving his gaze upward, forcing himself to look away, he found the girl staring right at him. Curiously enough, despite having been caught ogling her legs, she didn’t appear angry - no, if anything, she seemed somewhat pleased.

“Are you sure I can’t convince you…?” Adagio purred, leaning forward.

The neck of her shirt fell open slightly, allowing him to peer at her chest. To his shock, there was no bra beneath the garment, which meant he could plainly see the uncovered valley between her bosoms. His eyes flitted to her face, where he found her grinning back at him. There was no mistaking it, she was trying to charm him.

Beyond being an outright bombshell, Adagio was a divisive young woman. Amongst her fellow seniors at Canterlot High, she was one of the few who everyone either loved or loathed. As if being attractive wasn’t good enough, she was also a member of a band - the Dazzlings - along with her friends Sonata and Aria.

A great many students admired or pined for her, while an equal number reviled her. Some saw her haughty and domineering attitude as captivating, although a great many found her disdainful treatment of others downright awful. Either way, virtually everyone in the school knew her and held some opinion of her.

Anon, though he tried to remain neutral, had a certain fondness of her. Sure, she could be a bitch sometimes, but she wasn’t that bad. Part of him knew his interest was purely the result of his hormones and youthful urges, though that wasn’t all. He genuinely did adore her, given how talented and good looking she was. If only he could…

“I’ll let you see my tits…” Adagio murmured, snapping Anon to the present.

“I - Uh - well…” he fumbled, utterly failing to form a coherent statement.

He watched, as the girl sat back, grabbed the bottom of her shirt, and nonchalantly started pulling it up her torso. Inch after glorious inch of her midriff was exposed, as the garment galacially moved up her frame. Just before it crept over her bosoms, giving him the slightest glimpse of the underside of her rack, she released her hand. In the blink of an eye, the apparel covered her once again.

“If,” she clarified, giving him a wink, “you let me cheat.”

His mind went into overdrive, as he mulled over the proposition. As badly as he’d like to get a peek of her bare breasts, it wasn’t quite a fair trade. All she was offering was to show some skin, while he’d be putting several months of schooling on the line. No, if she was trying to bait him, she’d have to offer more than that.

“Your naughty bits too,” he muttered, swallowing hard.

“Excuse me?” Adagio spat, taken aback.

“I...I…If I’m going to let you copy my exam, I...I want t...t...to see you n...naked,” Anon stammered.

For all he knew, judging from the shocked expression the girl bore, he may have been the first person to ever ask be so forthright with her. His mouth felt like it was full of sand, his loins stirred, and he could feel sweat beading on his forehead. Even if she shot him down, he could rest easy knowing he’d done his best to get a glimpse of the divine.

“Ho ho ho,” she chuckled, reclining in her seat. “Bold move, if I do say so myself. I’ll tell you what,” she continued, leveling a finger at her guest, “I’ll show you mine, if you show me yours…” Slowly, her digit lowered, until it was pointing to his crotch.

Anon’s peered downward, until his eyes settled upon the tented fabric of his pants. He wasn’t all that stunned, given the salacious direction their conversation had taken. Considering his options, he shrewdly rubbed his chin. On one hand, he’d get a full view of possibly the sexiest girl in school’s body; on the other, he’d have to give her a display of his own.

“Fuck it, why not,” he sighed, giving in to the temptation. Surrendering, jamming his calculator and book back in his bag, he gave her his full attention.

A smug smirk split Adagio’s face, as she grabbed the bottom of her shirt with one hand. Extending one arm, she hauled the garment up and over her torso, allowing her bosoms to swing free. Tossing the blouse to the side, interlocking her fingers above her head, she gently swayed her chest from side to side.

Watching Adagio’s tits languidly swinging back and forth, Anon was at a loss for words. Easily a C or possibly D cup, they were perfectly proportioned to her frame. Bronze in color, dark areola surrounded the girl’s perky nipples. The parched sensation he’d been feeling disappeared immediately, as his mouth began to water.

“Hmm hmm hmm,” she tittered, eyeing him heavily, “and this is only the appetizer.” Lowering her arms, cupping one breast in each hand, she pressed her pressed her knockers together. “Just think about how good they’d feel around that throbbing cock you’ve got tucked away in your pants…”

The mere mention of Anon’s equipment was enough to make it twitch involuntarily; as if sensing her siren’s call, it railed against his trousers, desperately seeking release. The thought of getting a tit job from her was extraordinarily appealing, even if it was likely just a tease. Releasing her boobs, folding her hands over her lap, she nodded towards him.

“Your turn…” Adagio whispered, shooting him a wink.

As excited as Anon was, the idea of whipping out his dick caused him to pause. He had perilously little experience in the bedroom, and he’d certainly never nonchalantly pulled his cock out in front of anyone, so his anxiety spiked. Even though he knew he was at or slightly above the average size, the last thing he wanted was for her to mock him. Still, a promise was a promise.

With trembling fingers, he unbuttoned his pants and pulled at the fly. Like a beast roused from its slumber, his manhood leapt from its confines. Knocking aside his boxers, springing free, his member proudly stood. Giving it a few cursory strokes, ensuring it was at full size, he smiled sheepishly up at her.

“Oh ho! Not what I was expecting,” she noted, inquisitively raising one eyebrow.

“It’s not that small…” Anon meekly rebuked, his self-confidence wilting under her comment.

“No, no! It’s quite impressive, but mine’s bigger…” she conceitedly stated, flashing a toothy smile at him.

Her assertion immediately raised a number of questions, leaving Anon to wonder exactly what she meant. Before he could ask for clarification, the girl coolly stood and unzipped the side of her skirt. Squirming in place, hauling the garment down her deliciously plump thighs, he was greeted by an exceedingly odd sight. Her groin looked off, though he had a hard time explaining it.

Between her thighs was an odd, meaty bulge, with what looked like a pair of ripe, exceedingly swollen orbs on either side of it. Gradually stepping to the side, spreading her legs, an absolutely prodigious log of flesh unfurled. Witnessing it flop down, nearly reaching her knees, Anon’s eyes went wide. For some reason, Adagio had the most insanely huge cock he’d ever seen.

The damn thing had to be nearly as long as his forearm and about as thick as his wrist. Beyond the fact that she had a dick at all, it was unquestioningly inhuman. Amber hued skin covered its length, from trunk-like root to bloated tip. Unlike a person’s, the head was blunt and flared, looking not unlike a battering ram. Anon had seen similar appendages before, but only on…

“Ay dios mio...She’s got a horse cock…” he reverently breathed.

He’d read about dickgirls before, and seen them in illustrated porn, yet he’d had no way of knowing Adagio was one. She must have kept it tucked around her groin and secured beneath whatever undergarments she could find that could support such a titanic package. Regardless of the whys and hows, there was no denying that it was the most beautiful equipment he’d ever laid eyes upon.

“Looks like love at first sight,” she giggled, taking a step closer. Walking forward, swaying her hips from side to side, she didn’t stop until she was standing right in front of her guest. “If you like it so much,” she cooed, wrapping her fingers around its thick base, “how about you give it a little kiss.”

Anon blinked, as his mind fought to comprehend what he’d heard. There he was, in the apartment of an exceedingly attractive young woman - who happened to have a set of equine genitals - and he’d been offered the chance to play with them. Any semblance of reasoning or rationale could wait; for all he knew, he’d just been offered a once in a lifetime opportunity.

Remaining seated, he spread his legs and reached out. Delicately resting his hands on her waist, he moved his head towards her nethers. The first thing which struck him was the smell; earthy and pungent, but not unpleasantly so, the girl’s scent was ambrosial. It was feminine, yet held a hard, powerful edge, spurring him to continue.

As he drew nearer, the heat of her junk radiated to his face; warm and inviting, it begged for him to continue. Closer and closer he drifted, until his nose bumped against its trunk. Stars above, between Adagio’s bouquet, her impressive size, and smug demeanor, he couldn’t help himself from…

“Mmmmm,” she hummed contentedly, leering down at him, as his tongue dragged along her length.

Cloying and salty, the flavors of Adagio’s unwashed member danced over Anon’s taste buds. Kissing and licking his way up her length, as it steadily became erect, he couldn’t help but marvel at the velvety feel of her skin on his lips. Sheathed in satiny skin, its interior grew rigid and stood proudly beside his face. All the anatomy was seamless, ruling out the possibility of it being some sort of prosthetic or surgical augmentation, though that only poured more fuel on his growing interest.

The sensation of her fingers through his hair, when he reached the head of her shaft, was all the blessing he needed to proceed. Opening his mouth, clutching it mid-length, he guided it into his eager maw. That moment, as he dug his tongue into her urethra, left him at a bit of a crossroads. Part of him wanted to close his eyes, to avoid looking at her, while he did his best to fellate her; a different, slightly masochistic portion of himself wished to peer up at her, to see the condescending look in her eyes.

Bobbing his head, working the first few inches of the massive tool, he peeked upward. There, standing above him, Adagio affixed him with an arrogant sneer. Seated there, slobbering on her shaft, a curious mixture of shame and arousal surged through him. Humming, working the sensitive underside of her prick with his tongue, he didn’t look away.

“Look at you! I would never have guessed you’d be such a hungry little cock sucker!” Adagio scoffed, holding a hand to her mouth. “If you do a good job, maybe I’ll -”

“Y...you’re beautiful!” Anon bleated, retracting his head and freeing his mouth. “I’ve always dreamt of finding a girl like you. You’re confident, gorgeous, and you have the voice of an angel!”

Adagio paused and her eyes widened, at his admission. The barest traces of a blush crept to her cheeks, reddening them ever so slightly, as she gazed at his face. “Y...you’re just saying that because…” the protest died, when she noticed a pleading look in his eye.

“No. I’ve always admired everything about you. Holy hell, the fact that you’re hung like a donkey only makes you even more perfect!” Anon shamelessly declared, locking eyes with her.

It was true, he’d had a bit of a fascination for dickgirls. As embarrassing as it was, he’d gone so far as to buy a few rather large dildos to fuck himself, with while fantasizing about being with such a beautiful creature. Sure, he was well aware of trans women, but this was completely different. There was no reasonable explanation of why Adagio would have a functional horse cock, but he was hardly going to complain.

“I…” Adagio faltered, breaking eye contact. Petulantly crossing her arms and looking to the side, she exhaled frustratedly. “I didn’t say you had to stop…”

Seeing her pouting face, noting her rosy cheeks, Anon’s lustful determination blazed brighter than ever. Slipping her length back into his mouth, he committed himself to the task. Stroking her with one hand, while fondling her pendulous balls with the other, he hummed around her shaft. Maybe it was due to his skill, or perhaps his confession, but he was soon graced with the first drops of her viscous pre-cum.

Inhaling through his nostrils, he applied vacuum on the backstrokes. Though he may have never actually sucked a dick before, he’d watched a lot of porn. Simply having a cock himself aided in his endeavor, given that he knew where all the sensitive areas were, plus he may have practiced sucking an equine themed sex toy he’d bought on the internet. In the end, maybe due to some combination of all the factors at play, his efforts were rewarded by the slightest whimper from above.

Drawing to a halt, Anon gazed up at his host. Adagio stared down at him, gnawing her lip, as she watched him service her. Looking back at her, an insidious notion took root. If she wanted a show, then he’d give her a show…

Taking a deep breath, he relaxed his throat, opened his jaw as widely as possible, and rammed his head forward. The blunt tip wormed into his gullet, causing him to cough and sputter around her shaft, yet he persisted. Like his father had always said, ‘no job was worth doing, unless it was worth doing well’ - and so, he literally choked himself on her girthy member.

“H...holy shit,” Adagio astoundedly mumbled.

Clamping his eyes shut, giving the herculean task every ounce of his effort, Anon endured. Mercifully, though she was fully erect, her tool maintained a certain amount of pliability; it was hard, yes, but just malleable enough to allow him to fuck his face on her loins. Pistoning his head back and forth, feeling his lungs begin to burn, he realized he’d have to withdraw.

Rearing back, hauling the colossal dong from his esophagus, he coughed. Continuing to crank its length in his hand, a strand of saliva and pre-cum connected him to Adagio’s prick. Inspecting it, noticing he’d made it less than half way down its length, he felt defeated. Glancing up at her, he affixed her with an imploring look.

“I...I can do better, I promise, I just need more practice,” Anon lamented.

Interestingly enough, Adagio looked almost remorseful. Stroking his cheek with her hand, she took a step backward. “I...really wasn’t expecting you to be so into this…”

“Why wouldn’t I be!” Anon attested, bolting to his feet. “You’re perfect…” he sighed, exasperatedly smiling at her. “Anyone would be lucky to have you as a girlfriend, giant dong or not.”

Adagio’s blush deepened, her cheeks turning a bright crimson, as she knit her brow. “Y...You’re just saying that.”

“No, I’m not,” Anon pressed, shaking his head. Standing, taking a step closer to her, he reached up and softly placed his hands on her shoulders; though she fidgeted slightly, she didn’t move. “Why do you think I came over to help you…”

“I...I…” Adagio fumbled, failing to find the right words. Peering to his face, meeting his eyes, she swooned.

Standing there, staring at one another, the two lost themselves. It was a magical moment, one which neither had experienced before. Strange though it may be, between a young man and otherworldly traveler, something sparked between them. Little by little, Anon moved his face towards Adagio, until they were but a hair's breadth apart. Feeling their breath upon one another’s lips, they kissed.

Feeling the girl’s taut muscles slacken in his grip, Anon was emboldened. Stepping forward, pressing his chest to her, he drove her back. She stumbled, falling into a seated position on the sofa, but he wasn’t far behind. Following her, he snaked one legs between hers and leaned in, maintaining their kiss.

His manhood was pressed upward, between he and Adagio’s abdomens, along with her mammoth stallionhood. He wanted her - no - he needed to feel her against his bare flesh. Pushing himself away, tugging his shirt up and over his head, he felt something at his waist. Freeing himself of his top, he flung it to the side and peered downward.

Adagio, seizing the initiative, was steadily drawing his trousers and boxers down his legs. Wriggling in place, he aided in her efforts. In a matter of seconds, his pants dropped to the floor, allowing him full freedom of movement. Stepping out of his discarded slacks, he lifted one leg and rested his knee on the couch, before full mounting her body.

Straddling her, he raised his hips and torso; Adagio’s turgid length sprang between his thighs and nestled between his bun. Glancing to her face, noting the captivating combination of anxiety and excitement on her features, he smiled. Considering how worked up they both were, what with her diamond-like tool resting on his pucker, he knew exactly what to do.

Steadying himself with one arm, Anon reached behind himself. His fingers danced over the sinfully soft exterior of her shaft, as he guided it to his entrance. Though there wasn’t any lube, her tool was slathered with a cocktail of pre-cum and saliva; it wasn’t much, but it would have to do. Steeling himself, holding it to his backdoor, he bore down.

Carefully, he lowered himself, applying more and more of his weight against the meaty pillar beneath him. Wiggling his tush, doing everything in his power to get it inside himself, his resolve paid off. With a resounding Pop, the first few inches of her cock buried themselves in his ass. The pair froze and gasped, as they were each rocked by the sensations the other afforded.

Adjusting to the intrusion, Anon fixated on Adagio’s face; she really was a sight to behold. Her countenance, wreathed in her frizzy hair, peered up at him. Languidly, he continued his downward descent, gradually impaling himself upon her tool. He grunted, as her medial ring pummeled its way into him and snaked past his prostate.

“Oh fuck…” Adagio wheezed, while her length disappeared into his rump. “H...how in the hell can you do this? I didn’t think people could - Mmmmph - handle something so big this easily?”

Anon’s face went flush, as he bashfully averted his eyes. “Practice, I guess…” he admitted, laughing to himself.

Fully seating himself on her lap, feeling her ripe balls against his bottom, he gave himself a moment to acclimate. While he’d been able to fit all of her, it was a still a monumental accomplishment. It probably helped that he’d had a protracted toying session the night before, yet the insertion was still extraordinarily intense. Grabbing the couch to either side of her head, he slowly raised his waist, freeing the base few inches of Adagio’s shaft from his vice-like grip, before rocking back down.

Like some titanic engine, Anon started lazily bouncing on her lap. Even though their position didn’t allow all that much movement, he had enough to work with. Up and down, he pistoned himself on her thick shaft, throwing in the occasional gyration here or there. As his body conformed to her, warming up to her size, a blissful warmth began to overshadow any discomfort.

It almost felt like Adagio was made for him. The girthy ring of skin on the lower portion of her dick perfectly accosted his prostate with every plunge. Before he knew it, he was breathing heavily and leaking pre-cum onto her belly. Closing his eyes, relishing the feeling of having his depths plumbed, his body lurched forward.

Apparently, Adagio wasn’t content with sitting idly by. Firmly grasping his waist, she bucked her hips upward. Synchronizing her movements to his, her nuts slammed against his backside, evoking a stifled whimper of pleasure from Anon. The sensation of an actual dick inside of him was vastly superior to any sort of sex toy he could imagine, so having someone fuck him was the most mind-bendingly satisfying thing he’d ever experienced.

Faster and faster the couple moved, crashing their bodies to one another. Clenching on the upstrokes, Anon milked her shaft as best he could, yet Adagio wasn’t without tricks of her own. Leaning in, pressing her face to his chest, she bit and suckled upon one nipple, while freeing one hand to twist the other.

Doing everything in their power to endure, while each fought to pleasure the other, it was a race to the finish. Adagio and Anon embraced, holding tightly to one another, as their movements became frenzied and lost cohesion. Resting his face on her shoulder, he passionately bit her neck; the abrupt combination of pleasure and pain spontaneously pushed the girl over the edge.

Crying out, wrapping her arms around Anon’s chest, Adagio rammed every bit of herself into his stuffed hole and pulled him downward. He could feel something shifting within him, while the tip of her stallionhood violently flared to nearly double its original size. As if that wasn’t insane enough, his gut gurgled angrily, as what had to be pints of cum surged into his depths.

The added heat and pressure of the deluge proved too much to bear. Gnawing his lip, mewling like a whore, Anon came. Ropes of spunk shot from his rigid prick, spatting over Adagio’s tits, neck, and face. Despite having screwed himself with a number of toys before, he’d never been able to achieve a hands-free release - that was, until that very moment.

Awash in ecstasy, with raw pleasure coursing through every fiber of his being, his body gave out. His arms and legs went limp, as he draped himself over her. It was all he could do to drag air into his lungs, panting and wheezing atop her - though, to be fair, Adagio wasn’t in much better shape.

Breathing heavily, languidly stroking his back, her muscles relaxed. Bringing her nose to his ear, she gave him a small kiss. It was a sweet gesture, standing in stark contrast to the brutal fucking she’d been giving him mere minutes ago, and it caused him to stir. Shakily pushing himself up, Anon wearily stared at her face.

“I - Cough - I want to date you…” he croaked, punctuating his statement with a peck on her cheek.

Somehow, Adagio’s blush deepened. She opened her mouth to speak, but almost instantly closed it and gave him a subtle nod. Anon couldn’t be sure why she hadn’t said anything, but he considered the small signal as a confirmation. Grinning from ear to ear, he rubbed his face into her neck.

“You think maybe we should shower?” he asked, savoring her warmth within him.

“Yeah…” Adagio eventually admitted, shifting slightly beneath him. “B...but don’t think I’m gonna clean this up myself! It’s mostly your fault…”

“Oh?” Anon quipped, glancing up and over at her pouting expression. “I didn’t hear you complaining,” he added, giving her a wry smirk.

“S...shut up,” she halfheartedly protested, looking away in consternation.

Smiling to himself, feeling her length soften within his abused and exceedingly tender hole, Anon hummed contentedly. Not only had he found the girl of his dreams, but she hadn’t shot down the proposal of a relationship; hell, even if things didn’t work out, he considered himself lucky for bedding a woman of her caliber. Basking in the post-coitus euphoria, their bodies entwined, the two were left to wonder what the future held for them…

Drop the Mic

Lounging outside the classroom, Anon looked up as another student walked out. The teacher had let them leave early, as soon as they were finished with their test, yet he lingered by the doorway - sure, he could have gone to the cafeteria and gotten a bit of early lunch for himself, yet he was far too preoccupied to eat. He wanted to make sure his efforts over the weekend hadn’t been for naught.

For the past three days, he’d been tutoring one of his fellow students - a very particular student at that. Just the Saturday before, he’d gotten a rather curious text from a girl in his algebra class. It wasn’t every day that one of the most captivating girls in the entire school asked him for help, so he’d leapt at the opportunity - after all, who in their right mind would turn down the chance to help Adagio Dazzle.

The enchanting songstress was, in a word, absolutely perfect. Cool, collected, drop-dead gorgeous, and remarkably flippant, she was everything Anon found appealing in a woman. He could have never expected that she, of all people, would invite him over to help her study for class; he’d been even more shocked when his tutoring had resulted in a hard cram session. Regardless, a number of surprises had awaited him, amongst which being the fact that his classmate was equipped with a fully functional horse cock.

Be damned if he could explain why Adagio had a stallionhood, but he didn’t dare question it. He couldn’t count how many times he’d cranked one out to doujins or hentai involving futas, so the fact that the hottest girl he’d ever known was one of the mythical creatures knocked his socks off. Upon the miraculous revelation, he’d set upon her like the lusty Highschool senior that he was.

Carnal desires and hedonistic delights aside, he had done his best to help her prepare for the test - after they’d both blown a few loads onto or into one another. She seemed appreciative of his assistance and attention, yet she’d abstained from making any formal acceptance of his advances. Honestly, even if they weren’t officially dating, he’d gotten further than he could have dreamt of.

A flash of violet strutting by drew Anon from his thoughts. Looking up, spying the unmistakable tangerine and gold streaked afro, he grinned. “Well,” he asked, catching her attention.

Turning to face him, Adagio placed a hand on her cocked hip. “There’s no guarantee that I passed, but I think I did alright. I took my time, like you said,” she sighed, giving him the barest hint of a smile.

Normally the brooding sort, seeing that little smirk of Adagio’s damn near made Anon swoon. Reflexively moving in to give her a hug, he caught himself. They may have done the do, but he wasn’t brazen enough to embrace her in the open - at least, not yet. Opting for something a bit more socially acceptable approach, he reached out and patted her shoulder.

“I’m sure you did fine, try not to worry about it too much. You know Cranky gets these things graded lickety split, so he’ll probably have the grades posted by the end of lunch - speaking of which, you want to grab a -” his offer was cut woefully short, as the period bell clattered loudly.

Sadly, the diversions didn’t end there. As students filed into the hallways, escaping their classes with the hope of a meal on their minds, the two lost any semblance of privacy. To make matters worse, a very familiar voice cut through the throng.

“Dagi!” Sonata called out, frantically waving one arm above the milling high schoolers.

Weaving through the crowded hallway towards them, the arctic colored Dazzling was quickly joined by the third band member. Aria was easily the broodiest member of the trio, oftentimes staying quiet or throwing out biting remarks. In contrast, Sonata was generally bubbly and cheerful, easily the most amiable of the three.

“Are we going to stand around and wind up at the back of the line for lunch or what?” Aria groused. Glowering at the band’s lead, her disapproving gaze wandered over to Anon. “Who’s this nerd?”

“Nobody...He’s a nobody,” Adagio proclaimed, flippantly brushing a curly lock from her face. Stepping away from her erstwhile tutor and joining her friends, she put her arm around their shoulders and turned them towards the cafeteria.

Anon stood mute, his jaw slightly agape, as he watched the three depart. Silently watching them walk away, his mind processed what had just happened. Not only had Adagio not thanked him for his help, but she’d glibly dismissed his existence altogether. Slowly, his shock turned to resentment and woe.

He’d realized his chances with her were virtually non-existent, and that there’d been a high likelihood of her using him from the start, but that did little to dull the ache of being so casually discarded. Setting his jaw, he stomped off towards the cafeteria. Though he was in no mood to see her at the moment, he had perilously few options; gym was his next class and he had to get something in his belly.

Thankfully, the dining hall of the school was relatively cavernous, which meant his chances of running into her were slim. As badly as he would have liked to give her a piece of her mind or tell her off, he knew better than to try. Adagio was one of the most popular girls in school, so any sort of confrontation with her would end poorly for him; even if he was one hundred percent in the right, it’d be the equivalent to painting a bullseye on his back.

Resigning himself to acquire and eat a meal as quickly as possible, Anon joined the end of the queue. The cafeteria had a buffet style setup; once a student received their portions and checked out, they were free to sit where they pleased. Playing on his phone, while the line steadily moved forward, he did his best to distract himself. Before he knew it, he’d gotten his food and seated himself at a corner table.

Wolfing down his meatloaf and mashed potatoes, he stewed on the situation. He only had a scant handful of friends to vent to, leaving him to fume on his own. Beyond avoiding Adagio, there was little he could do. Bitter and wounded about his attempt to help her, he swore never to extend any aid to her again.

Before he knew it, consumed with his thoughts, lunch concluded and he found himself loping off to gym class. One small saving grace was that the period would take place outside, due to the pleasant weather, which meant he could probably avoid her without much trouble. After changing into his shorts and a tank-top, he proceeded out to the track field.

The external gym was pretty well equipped; not only did the area sport an olympic track, but it also had various equipment for stretching, weight lifting, and other outdoor activities like shot put or javelin throwing. Limbering up on the bleachers, Anon thought about what he should busy himself with. Students were left to pick and choose their activities for the period, which meant he had a variety of options.

Peering over the field, he observed his classmates socializing or screwing around; few of them were actually exercising, though there were exceptions. Sunset Shimmer and her band of comrades practiced pole vaulting, Bulk Biceps was pumping iron, and the Dazzlings were jogging around the track - of course. Scrunching his nose, he watched the trio trotting over the path.

In spite of his indignation, Anon couldn’t help but admire Adagio. Adorned in a pair of painfully form fitting shorts and a matching tube top, the songstress ran along with her companions. She certainly knew how to take care of herself, that much was for damn sure; even though they’d only been at it for ten minutes or so, she’d already worked up a bit of sweat.

As the three rounded a corner, growing closer to where Anon sat stretching his calves, the leading siren slowed. It was only when she grew nearer did he realize she’d been looking in his direction. She bore an odd expression, something between regret and happiness, leaving him perplexed.

“I’ll catch up in a minute, gotta work a kink out real fast,” Adagio announced, waving her band-mates onward. Waiting until they were out of ear shot, she strutted over to the stands and towards her helpful classmate.

“What the hell do you want?” Anon grumbled, setting his brow. He was in no mood to hear her lording over having used him, despite her allure.

“You don’t have to talk, but there’s something I need to say - not here though,” she stated, lowering her voice. Without another word, she sauntered away.

Cursing his curiosity, Anon watched her depart. He had no idea where she was going, though she appeared to be headed away from the sports field. Having some privacy would mean that he could tell her how he felt, possibly allowing him some catharsis, so he was reluctant not to follow her. Grumbling to himself, he pushed himself up and walked after her.

Strolling towards an equipment shed, Adagio fished into her hair and produced a bobby pin. There weren’t many places she would speak with Anon without somebody seeing them, so the secluded building would have to suffice. It wasn’t that she was overly concerned with folks watching her interact with him, though she preferred to do it with some modicum of solitude. Deftly picking the lock of the small shack, she let herself inside.

Following in after her, Anon took stock of his surroundings. A number of mats lie stacked to the side, with racks of equipment neatly aligning one wall. The space was small, cramped, and the air was stiflingly hot. Before he could ask what she’d summoned him for, he found the door quickly closed behind himself. Stepping between him and the exit, the girl cocked her hips and leered over at him. Steeling himself, he turned around and faced her.

“Look, I know that looked bad, but I wanted -” she stopped, as he held up a hand and shook his head.

“You don’t have to explain yourself. You’re one of the cool girls and I'm nobody; it wouldn’t look good for you if you were caught chatting with some random nerd,” Anon weakly laughed. “Just don’t go calling me if…” he tailed off, as he noticed her expression.

Gone was Adagio’s signature haughty appearance, replaced by something altogether different; even her body language looked off. Her shoulders sagged slightly, she held one arm, and she’d averted her gaze. She almost appeared remorseful. Relenting, he took a step back to give her space.

“I didn’t...It’s just that…” Adagio sputtered, fidgeting uncomfortably. Clenching her fists and gathering her resolve, she glared up at him. “It’s not like I’m good at this or anything, so cut me some slack!”

The abrupt shift in her attitude caught Anon off guard. “Cut you some slack? Oh, excuse me! I forgot about how I was the one who completely blew you off in a hallway!” he countered, his temper flaring.

“Yeah, and it’s not like I let you suck my dick!” she retorted, boldly jamming a finger to his chest.

“Let me?! Sure, because I’m the one who whipped his cock out and asked you to strip!” Anon asserted, peering towards her groin. The subtle bulge in her shorts was a stark reminder of the behemoth she had hidden.

The fact that she had a stallionhood, while odd, only added to her appeal. Why - sweet lord, why did she have to have a horse dick. The damn thing was flawless and huge, the sort of thing he’d jerked off to on a regular basis. If it had been attached to anyone but the bewitchingly stone-cold tart it would be better.

“Not like I heard you complaining,” Adagio began, grabbing his hand and pulling it to her crotch, “considering I fucked the cum out of you with it.”

Good god, he could feel the heft of the thing through her flimsy garment. His loins stirred, knowing what sinful delights she could give him. Unfortunately for him, the songstress was far from done with her assault. Stepping closer, pressing her bosoms against his chest, she stared into his eyes.

Backing the man against the stack of sports mats, Adagio had him just where she wanted him. She hadn’t planned on him being so hostile, even if she had brushed him off in the hallway, yet things had taken a heated turn. There was no way she was going to let him try to make her feel bad, especially since she’d intended to apologize.

“You know, I was going to do something nice for you, if I passed that test, but now I’m not so sure,” she mused, smugly smiling up at him.

Driven by his unshakable desires for her, Anon acted on impulse. His head shot forward, pressing his lips to hers. He wouldn’t help it; even when she was being bitchy, she was the most enchanting creature he’d ever had the good fortune of meeting - yeah, he might end up getting a slap for his impertinence, but it would be worth it.

Adagio’s heart skipped a beat, as she found herself in a startlingly passionate kiss. Her eyes fluttered close, one arm wrapped around his back, and she pulled herself to him. She couldn’t put a finger on why she found Anon cute, since he was relatively plain, yet she did all the same. As her equipment took note of the situation, struggling against the interior of her shorts, she reluctantly pushed herself away.

“Don’t,” Anon whispered, pulling her into a hug, “I...I know you probably don’t really like me or anything, just don’t string me along.” Grabbing her shoulders and extending his arms, he looked her dead in the face. “I don’t want to be some conquest or tool, I want to be your boyfriend.”

As the words left his lips, Adagio’s heart melted. In all her time on Earth, and even back when she’d been in Equestria, none had been brave enough to court her so directly. Her knees felt weak, her breath hitched in her throat, and her growing erection damn near tore through her shorts.

“How about this,” she began, walking her fingers down his chest, over his abdomen, and to the waistband of his trunks. Squatting before him, she drew the garment down his thighs. His manhood practically sprung free, stopping just short of her face. Leaning in, giving the crown of his dick a little kiss, she slipped it past her pouting lips.

“F...fuck,” Anon wheezed, fiercely grasping the mats he rested against.

The last thing he’d expected was to get sucked off, considering how tense the air had been mere moments ago. Peering down, watching her lips drag over his length, his grip tightened. He could scarcely believe that his first blowjob would be administered by her of all people, but he sure as hell wasn’t going to complain.

Working his tool in her maw, Adagio skillfully bobbed her head back and forth. The velvety skin of his dick caressed her tongue, as she worked its sensitive underside. Reaching down, hauling her prodigious cock from out of her shorts, she leisurely stroked herself off. There was something supremely gratifying about knowing he was into every part of her.

It was rare enough to find a man who didn’t shy away from her, after finding out she was literally hung like a small horse, yet that wasn’t the best part - no, Anon was just an infuriatingly charming creature. He was timid enough to easily bully, but bold enough to seize the moment. Getting her first taste of his salty pre-cum, she retracted her head.

As suddenly as Adagio had begun, she stopped. Watching her stand and lick her lips, Anon had no idea what he was in for. The girl stood, stepped beside him, and pressed her hands against the wall. Turning to face her, she pulled her trunks down to her knees.

“How’s this for a thank you?” she purred, reaching back and prying her pillowy buns apart.

Spying her amber colored pucker, resting just above her succulent nuts and gently throbbing stallionhood, Anon nearly came on the spot. It was, by no small margin, the hottest damn thing he’d ever seen. The horse dick, her seductive look, her exquisitely presented ass; like some combination of hellish temptation and heavenly promise, it called to him.

“I...I even made sure to clean and lube it this morning, s...since you were so nice,” Adagio stammered, her arrogance faltering for a moment.

The girl’s admission was the final straw, forcing Anon to act. Hastily discarding his shorts and underwear, he stepped behind her and grabbed her ample hips. Pressing his chest to her back, draping his face over her shoulder, he detected the first hint of her natural aroma. Having worked up a light sweat, her scent was positively divine.

“Fuck, you smell nice,” he murmured, rubbing his cheek to her neck.

Sensing his tool nestled against her rump, Adagio had had enough. Rocking back against him, desperate to feel him inside of her, she squirmed. “A...are you going to fuck me or not?” she blurted.

Standing straight, Anon grabbed the base of his shaft and aligned it with her entrance. It wasn’t that he didn’t want to take his time, but an offer like that was too good to pass up. Pressing his hips forward, his length ground into her backside. Warm, moist, and delectably snug, her tush slowly swallowed him to the hilt.

As his prick glided past her oversized prostate, Adagio gnawed her lip. She wasn’t opposed to being noisy during sex, but she’d already displayed a great deal of weakness. It was extremely rare that she let someone plow her, so moaning whorishly would add insult to her already injured pride. As his waist pressed against her behind, she bucked back against him.

Taking her signal as an unmistakable sign to begin, Anon did just that. Almost experimentally, savoring the tight and silken embrace of her ass, he started thrusting into her. Had he known he’d be getting laid today, he would have abstained from jacking off the night before - still, that may have been an unforeseen boon. If he hadn’t relieved himself the day prior, he would have probably cum instantly. Taking his time, enjoying the sensation of her interior, he steadily picked up speed.

Moving one hand, Adagio pulled her top up and over her breasts. Twisting and pinching one nipple, adding another layer of enjoyment to the experience, she synchronized her movements to his. He was adequately well endowed, more than enough to get the job done, and his self restraint was admirable. Hungry for more, she glanced over her shoulder.

“Harder…” she cooed, shooting him a wink.

Anon acquiesced, thrusting with increasing speed and force. The stagnant air was soon filled with the soft sound of their heavy breaths and the steady Plap Plap Plap of their bodies impacting one another. As amazing as it was, he couldn’t help but think that something was missing. Looking down at her rump, up her back, and to her head, he realized what it was.

The look she’d given him, that’s what it was. Fucking someone, even a godly young woman of Adagio’s caliber, was great and all, but he wasn’t getting the full experience. Drawing to a halt, with his cock partially lie partially submerged in her rear, he was torn. On one hand, he didn’t want to stop - on the other, he had an idea. Willing himself to step away, abandoning the warmth and comfort her tush afforded, he pulled out.

“Why’d you - Eeeep!” Adagio squeaked, as she found herself being lifted.

With a strength belying his size, he managed to scoop her up and cradle her to his chest. Looking to his face, seeing him warmly smile down at her, she swooned. Turning to the side, he gently deposited her on the heaping stack of mats. As he gingerly tugged at her legs, repositioning her, it didn’t take a genius to figure out what he was planning.

Scooching closer to him, Adagio brought her tush to the side of the padded tower. She wasn’t going to object to the change of position, since it was far more comfortable than standing, yet she wasn’t sure why he’d chosen to have them mix it up. Most guys would be content to fuck a girl from behind, so unless he…

“I...I wanted to face you. I...if that’s ok,” Anon mumbled, stepping between her parted legs.

Adagio’s pupils shrank to pinpricks, her heart thundered in her chest, and a gobbet of pre-cum oozed from the broad tip of her cock. Either the man was trying to undo her, or he’d continued to inadvertently press her buttons. Staying silent, lest her passion get the better of her, she locked her heels onto his hips and pulled him closer.

Softly grabbing her ankles and setting them on his shoulders, Anon got into position. The view of her midriff, turgid member, uncovered breasts, and blushing face was sublime, bordering on the picturesque. Resting one hand on her hip, and the other on her tool, he plunged back into her confines.

Lying there, watching Anon screwing her, Adagio was at a loss. Not only did the new arrangement let her see him doing her, but his dick was mercilessly pounding her p-spot. With little else to do, she clutched and toyed with her tits; if nothing else, he might enjoy the show. He could have commented on how good she felt - he could have praised her for how taut her hole was - but he did something so much worse.

“You really are beautiful…” he sighed, his movements unceasing.

Having her ass fucked and length tenderly stroked, Adagio swallowed hard. His spontaneous utterance flipped a switch within her, straining her already weakened control to the breaking point. Gazing into his eyes, seeing the joy and admiration held there, she took a shuddering breath.

“I...I…” she huffed, unwilling or unable to give voice to her feelings. Thankfully, in a merciful twist of fate, he pressed a finger to her lips. Eagerly suckling upon the digit, if only to keep herself quiet, she closed her eyes and fixated on the sensation his manhood afforded.

Jacking the exceedingly well-hung girl off, while he plundered her rear, Anon couldn’t be more happy. It wasn’t like he’d ever actually done anything with a horse before, but he was left to believe it felt the same. Nearly as long as his forearm and as thick as his wrist, her stallionhood could only be described as godly. Adjusting his grip, he delicately worked the sensitive bit just below her glans.

“D...don’t stop,” Adagio muttered, her pulse quickening.

The way his fingers played over her length, the angle of his thrusts, and the steady rise and fall of his chest; everything was just perfect. Bucking her hips, simultaneously driving her shaft into his grip and fucking herself on his pistoning manhood, she pawed at her bosoms. Between his ministrations and smooth talk, she knew she wouldn’t be able to last for too terribly long.

Harder and harder, faster and faster, Anon’s movements steadily grew in speed and force. Despite her having asked for it rough, she felt too good to do otherwise. Caving to his yearnings, feeling himself growing closer to sweet release, his rutting transitioned from long, steady strokes to a rapid fire jackhammering. Shifting ever so slightly, he tweaked the angle of his pounding.

Having closed her eyes for just a moment, to relish the feeling of his rutting, Adagio gasped as something warm latched around the tip of her tool. Looking out, she spied the man hungrily licking and kissing on the bloated crown of her length. Her pleasure skyrocketed, pushing her to the brink.

“I’m gonna,” she wheezed, her thighs trembling uncontrollably. No sooner had she spoken than he popped the tip of her stallionhood into his mouth. Her hand shot out and grabbed his hair, ensuring he wouldn’t escape.

Anon’s eyes widened, as the stallionhood in his grip flared and throbbed violently. A veritable deluge of spunk erupted in his maw, coating his taste buds in rich, creamy goodness. The influx of scalding seed, knowing he’d made her cum, was too much; hilting himself in her upturned ass, he flooded her interior with baby batter.

The additional heat and pressure of Anon’s jizz only served to heighten Adagio’s ecstasy. Crying out in bliss, she quivered from head to toe. She couldn’t remember the last time anyone, Equestrian or otherwise, had evoked such a powerful climax from her. Wickedly pulling on her nipples, hoping to catch a glimpse of Anon’s rapture-streaked expression, she peeked out.

As soon as he noticed her looking up at him, Anon abandoned the girl’s cock, leaned in, and locked lips with her. Blowing his load in her rump, feeling her cum seep through his shirt, his tongue worked into her mouth. She reciprocated, in the blink of an eye, grabbing the back of his head and passionately making out with him.

Locked together, the two rode out their near tandem orgasms. Were it not for the fact that they were slathered in dickgirl ejaculate and sweat, while in the supply shed of their school, it would have been a touching moment. As the seconds ticked past and the two realized where they were, they pulled away.

“Sorry about the mess,” Adagio snickered, seeing the gooey results of her ecstasy.

Anon shrugged. “It’s alright, I got a spare shirt in my locker,” he contentedly sighed, hauling the sullied garment up and off his frame. As far as he was concerned, the loss of a t-shirt was well worth the bawdy encounter. Stepping away, hauling his softening length from her abused hole, he let her stand.

Stooping down and retrieving his discarded shirt, Adagio wiped the cum from her leaking pucker. She still had to finish her classes for the day, like it or not, so going around with spunk soaked panties was less than ideal. After cleaning most of his man-jam from her posterior, she threw the article behind the stack of mats.

“I’m gonna run to the locker room and shower. You might want to give it a minute, unless you want folks getting suspicious about us leaving together,” Anon noted, hitching his thumb to the door.

Adagio nodded. He had a point; the last thing she needed was unwanted questions from their classmates - or worse, from the teacher. Stepping into her shorts and underwear, pulling them up her legs, she stood.

“Meet me by the cafeteria after fourth period,” Anon whispered. Brazenly leaning in and pecking her cheek, he saw himself out.

Left to her own devices, Adagio stood mute. Even if he had stayed, she wasn’t sure what she would have said. He was a sweetheart and cute as a button, but she didn’t know how or where their relationship would go from there. After waiting a few minutes, she casually exited and went to find her friends.

The remaining two hours of the day went by in a blur, even though the two were separated. Anon’s final period was computer tech, while Adagio’s was pottery. Divided though they were, neither could keep the other from their thoughts. Finally, as the clock hit three PM, the last bell of the day rang out.

True to his word, Anon lounged by the dining hall and waited for her. Scanning the masses of students walking by, each heading towards one of the various exits, he kept his eyes peeled for her. Looking down the hallway to his left, something tapped his right shoulder. Wheeling around, he found Adagio demurely fiddling with her hair.

The pair stood there, motionless in the sea of their classmates, looking at one another for what felt like an eternity. Part of him was surprised she’d actually showed up, but he was supremely joyful that she had. He had something to show her, something he desperately hoped she hadn’t seen yet.

“Come on,” Anon said, motioning for her to follow

Adagio gave a subtle nod, opting to follow along next to him. Walking against the current of flowing bodies, they found themselves standing before the doorway of their algebra class. Posted on the wall, just beside the entrance, was a neatly printed out piece of paper. Mid-Term lie emblazoned at the top of the sheet, just above a row of names and scores.

Swallowing hard, fearful of what she may find, she looked for her grade. A shuddering breath escaped her, when she found what she was looking for. She’d actually made a low B! Not an A by any means, but it was sure higher than what she’d been anticipating. Feeling Anon’s fingers gently lace through her own, she beamed up at him.

“I told you that you’d be fine,” he smugly stated, smiling confidently over at her.

Compelled, she turned and hugged him. She was sure that, without his help, she wouldn’t have done nearly as well. As he returned her embrace, the question she’d dwelled on returned to her. Like a piece of a puzzle falling into place, something clicked. If having him around meant having her current level of peace and happiness, why not stick with it.

“So…” Anon fretfully hummed, as she pulled away. In lieu of a verbal response, she leaned in and gave him a kiss - a small one, but it was a kiss nonetheless. Blood rushed to his cheeks, leaving him blushing like a fool, as her fingers laced with his. The small sign of affection was the best affirmation she could have given…

A Grand Finale

The remainder of Anon’s school week went without incident. Despite suffering through a number of mid-term exams, he’d made it to Friday and had the whole weekend to look forward to. So far as he knew, he’d passed all of his tests, although that wasn’t what kept his mind occupied - no, that honor went to Adagio Dazzle.

Even though he hadn’t gotten the chance to spend any time with her, since they were both busy with studying or various obligations, the charming young woman was never far from his thoughts. He’d been lucky enough to help her pass an exam, and he’d fool around with her twice, but that wasn’t the best part. On Thursday afternoon, she’d given him a VIP backstage pass to one of her shows.

Anon knew all about the Dazzlings, the mythical trio of songstresses, though he’d never been fortunate enough to see them perform live. Sure, he’d bought their albums and listened to them regularly, yet actually being among a crowd to watch them sing hadn’t happened. Not only were their shows rather costly, but he wasn’t too keen on the prospect of standing shoulder to shoulder with hundreds of overly enthusiastic fans - which was exactly why the VIP pass got him so excited.

Because of her gift, he’d be able to see the show from the relative seclusion of backstage, effectively removing any elements from the concert! It left little doubt that Adagio had held him in her thoughts, considering how exclusive his ticket was. The only fly in the ointment was that, in spite of having texted her several times, he hadn’t heard from her.

The lack of communication, while odd and a touch unsettling, didn’t sully his plans to attend her show. On Friday afternoon, after showering and slipping into a pair of comfortable shorts and t-shirt, Anon made his way to the colosseum. Flashing his pass to the security at the gate, he was ferried to the private area behind the set. Sadly, after being escorted to the area, he was left to find a place for himself.

Roadies and assistants scampered about, setting up equipment or making last minute preparations for this or that. Slowly working his way across the stage, hearing the excited throng just behind the curtain, he looked for his girlfriend - well, not technically his girlfriend. Even though they’d screwed one another twice, they’d yet to make any sort of official proclamation. It only took him a few minutes to spot a very singular gold streaked, apricot colored afro.

“Adagio!” Anon shouted out, weaving his way towards her. Hearing her name, she turned and gave the briefest little smile. Slowing as he approached, he fought the urge to hug her. “Thanks for the ticket!”

“It’s no problem,” she responded, straightening her skirt.

“You…” he awkwardly began, fidgeting a bit, “You had me worried there, since you didn’t return my texts.”

The slightest blush crept across Adagio’s cheeks, upon hearing his remark. It wasn’t like she hadn’t seen his messages, but she wasn’t sure how to reply. Having someone other than Aria or Sonata regularly speak with her was a rarity and, given her friends were by her side practically constantly, she rarely checked her phone. Rubbing her neck, she looked to the floor.

“I figured I could talk with you today, since I knew - well, hoped you’d be here,” she murmured, keeping her eyes averted.

“Why wouldn’t I come!” Anon exclaimed, impulsively reaching out and taking her hand. “I’ve always wanted to see you guys perform live!”

Feeling his fingers lace with her own, Adagio’s heart skipped a beat. Slowly, reluctantly, she pulled away. As pleasant as seeing him was, she had a show to put on. “There are a few chairs over there,” she indicated, nodding her head towards the right hand side of the stage. “Feel free to make yourself comfortable. Oh! If you’re thirsty, help yourself to a drink or snack from the concession table that’s just down the hall,” she continued, pointing towards a doorway.

“Thanks,” he beamed, watching her walk towards the center of the state. “Adagio,” he called, causing her to turn, “good luck!” She grinned back and gave him a sheepish little wave, having stopped for a moment, before turning back to get into position. The performance was about to begin and he needed to get ready himself.

Rushing over to the area she’d pointed to, Anon grabbed a chair and took a seat. Situated as he was, just out of view of the crowd, his view was damn near perfect. Just as he settled in, having dragged over a bin to prop his feet on, the lights dimmed, the curtain withdrew, and a fog machine whirred to life - just like that, from the shadows on the stage, a trio of voices cut through the air.

Anon couldn’t remember the last time he’d gone through such an array of emotions while out in public. Hollering and clapping his hands for the high energy songs, while being mute and moved by their more somber melodies, he was positively amazed by the show. Their execution was flawless and they hit every note perfectly; the sheer energy of actually being there to hear them sing, listening to the crowd go wild, added a whole new level of energy to the experience.

The trio of musicians stood on stage for nearly forty minutes straight, before they concluded their part of the concert came to an end. Skipping off stage, gleefully waving at their fans, the Dazzlings retreated from the attendees’ view. Aria and Sonata trotted past Anon, although their lead did not. Strutting up to the young man, she slowed.

“Was it as good as you were expecting?” Adagio smugly asked, cocking one hip.

Covered in sweat and breathing heavily, she stood before Anon. She had to be tired, what with all the song’s she’d just sung, but she was just as bewitching as she’d always been. Pushing himself up, he stepped closer to her and offered her a can of soda he’d hastily purloined from the break room.

“Even better than I could have imagined,” he breathed. “For the life of me, I don’t know how you hit those high notes…”

“Pfft - as if; you’ve made me hit them on several occasions,” she snickered, looking him from head to toe.

Despite having just finished her performance, there was an undeniable look of hunger in her eyes - one which Anon had only seen a handful of times. Inching back, his cheeks darkening, he crammed his hands into his pockets. “Heh - yeah…” he weakly laughed, trying not to glance at her crotch.

He was well aware of what lay hidden beneath the brightly colored fabric of her shorts, even if he didn’t understand how she managed to conceal the damn thing. Hung like a horse, quite literally, she was like something out of the bawdiest wet dream. Although he had little doubt that other guys may shy away from a girl packing her vascular caliber of heat, her additional hardware only served to make her even more perfect than she already was - at least, it did for him.

“You know,” she purred, stepping closer and leaning towards him, “maybe I could give you a private show…”

Anon swallowed hard, as the lilting and sinful words drifted to his ear. He had no quandaries about getting a little bit of special attention from her, although her advance had been completely out of the blue. Fighting the urge to thrust himself at the opportunity to bed her for a third time, he cocked his head to the side.

“I’m guessing performances get you a little wound up?” he timidly inquired, forcing a smile.

“Mmmmhmmm,” Adagio hummed, grabbing his wrist and pulling him towards a corridor. “You have no idea…”

It was true, there were few things that got her blood pumping harder than belting out a ballad for a crowd. Tugging at her classmate's arm, she hauled him along behind herself. The venue was large enough to afford her and her bandmates changing rooms; though she hadn’t used hers before the concert, she sure as hell intended to put the private space to good use.

Trailing behind the songstress, Anon was torn. On one hand, getting the chance to sate his nigh unquenchable lust for her was definitely appealing, he had a reservation. Yes, he had a growing erection - sure, he’d probably cave and end up fucking her in some way or another - but he needed to get something off his chest. It only took them a minute or two to reach their destination, where he found himself being pulled inside a relatively small dressing room. There was a couch, a restroom, a coffee table, and a standing mirror; all in all, it was cozy and well equipped.

Turning the lock behind herself, Adagio turned and rested her back against the door. “Pants,” she intoned, leveling a digit at his slacks, “now.”

Setting his jaw, Anon summoned every ounce of courage he had. She was, without a doubt, the hottest woman he could imagine and the best lay he’d ever had - hell, she even had a fucking horse cock! Still, he wasn’t going to be used like some living sex toy by her. Taking a shuddering breath, he glared at her.

“Are we dating or what?” he demanded.

She stared blankly at him for a moment, almost as if processing what he’d said. “Excuse me?”

“Are we dating?” Anon repeated, feeling as if his heart was going to jump through his chest. “I...I don’t…” he faltered, slamming his fist against the nearby table, “if we’re going to fool around, I want to know that it means something.”

Adagio opened her mouth to speak, but quickly closed it. Earlier that afternoon, when he’d asked about not getting a reply to his messages, she’d only been half truthful with him. She did want to speak with him at the show, yet it was specifically regarding an issue she’d been having. Like it or not, she’d found herself thinking about him more and more often.

He was relatively smart, goodhearted, was attracted to every part of her, and he’d actually done his best to help her with classwork. It was all too possible that he could have done it merely to try and get in her pants, although something told her that wasn’t the case. As crazy as it sounded, serendipity seemed to have led her to him.

“It’s...it’s just…” she gulped, her mouth suddenly feeling dry.

“Just tell me if you don’t actually like me,” he sighed, shaking his head. “I’ll admit, the more time I spend with you, the more enchanted I am with you. If you’re going to rip my heart out, I’d rather it be sooner than later…”

Moving towards her, Anon went to push the girl aside. Fear, anxiety, and resentment bubbled up within him, warring with his sense of reason. Even if she wasn’t romantically interested, he was about to walk away from the hottest and, as far as he knew, biggest dicked girl on the face of the planet, although that didn’t stop him. He’d rather spend his nights alone with his hand and a bottle of lotion than to wind up getting emotionally crushed.

“Stop!” Adagio barked, grabbing his shoulder. He cocked his head, peering over at her, with his hand resting on the doorknob. “I...I…” she stammered, screwing her eyes shut. Seconds ticked by and the two stood mute. When she heard the lock turn, something snapped.

Bowling him over, she tackled him onto the couch. “I like you alright!” she bleated, pressing her chest to his. “I like you and I don’t want you to go. Please...Please don’t leave me now. I...I don’t know why, but you’re just so genuinely nice to me. You’ve always been so sweet, even when I’m being a bitch, and I don’t - !!!” her impassioned admission was cut short, as the young man pressed his lips to hers.

In the blink of an eye, Adagio reciprocated. Their bodies became entwined, pulling and pawing at one another, as they made out. Each moaned into the other’s mouth, while their tongues wrestled. The bonfire of their feelings and yearnings had been ignited and there was only one thing which would quell the growing inferno.

Anon wasn’t even aware that his hand had wandered over her back and to her hip, until his thumb dug under the waistband of her shorts. The warmth of her flesh against his digit caused him to impulsively tug at the garment. Intended or not, his impulsivity had an immediate and provocative effect. The girl placed one palm against his chest, as she pushed herself up and away.

Without saying a word, she wrenched the jacked from off her frame and began pulling her shirt up and over her head. The young man took no time to stop and watch; as soon as he’d seen her beginning to disrobe, he did the same. With his classmate standing beside him, he clumsily undid his pants and drew them down his legs.

Having removed everything above her waist, Adagio bent over and hauled her shorts and panties down her legs. Though she hadn’t meant to wind up with her face less than a foot from Anon’s then free boner, the sight dumped fuel on her salacious fire. Licking her lips, she stood and took a step to the side.

One of the only things she’d brought to the concert had been a small shoulder bag. Her phone, a bit of cash, keys, and a few other useful odds and ends were in the satchel, though there was something very specific she needed to find. Blindly rummaging around, her fingers graced a singularly shaped plastic bottle.

Casting the bag back to the floor, now that she’d gotten what she sought, she flipped the top of the small container and squeezed a rather generous amount of slick, gooey lotion onto her free palm. As she reached back to apply some of the lube to her backside, a hand darted out from the couch.

“I think I’m going to be needing that,” Anon muttered, snatching the bottle from her grasp. Shuffling onto the couch, leaving his head on the armrest, he squirted some of the viscous substance onto his fingers.

Adagio slowed, as the young man reached between his parted legs, past his throbbing prick, to his backdoor. She realized he was into her, but she had no idea he’d been that keen on getting plowed. Idly stroking her hardening prick, she watched him finger himself.

Seeing her looking down at him, Anon bashfully grinned up at her. It wasn’t the fact that they were both naked that had him feeling restless - no, it was because he’d started shamelessly warming himself up. “I - uh - already cleaned and stuff, if that’s what you’re worried about. Just give me a second. I was sore for a few days after we did it in your apartment, so I -”

“I am going to ride that dick so fucking hard,” she whispered, throwing one leg up and over his waist. Swiftly pulling his hand up and away from his groin, she sank to her knees and straddled him. Seated on his waist, feeling his turgid manhood resting in the cleft of her rump, she snickered. Extending an arm back, she seized his dick and brought it to her entrance. Feeling the tip of his length kiss her pucker, she bore down upon him.

The sensation of his tool being steadily swallowed by the girl’s ass was amazing, though that was only part of the experience. With her seated atop him, he was treated to the absolutely divine view of her body. Her cocky smirk, her perky breasts, her toned midriff, and last but certainly not least, her gorgeous marecock and magnificent nuts. Without any warning, snapping him from his reverie, she started bouncing.

“Feel free to - Mmmmm - join in,” Adagio hummed, relishing the sensation of his manhood within her. Though her member positively dwarfed his, she was more than pleased with his size. Unlike herself, his junk was the perfect size and shape to stimulate her overly productive prostate. Arching her back slightly, she lazily impaled herself on him.

Gently grabbing her hips, Anon bucked up to meet her downward plunges. Warm and astonishingly snug, she skillfully milked him on the upstrokes. Delightful physical sensations aside, he couldn’t help but be distracted by the long, girthy pillar of flesh bobbing before him. Glancing to her face, noting that her eyes were closed, he moved one hand around her waist.

Adagio gasped, as his fingers wrapped around the base of her shaft. She hadn’t planned on asking him for a handjob, but she certainly wasn’t going to turn one down. Quickening her pace, she moved with steadily increasing speed and force. “I bet you love this don’t you,” she cooed, pausing to gyrate her hips.

Too enwrapt by the show and the sensations she afforded him, Anon dumbly nodded. It was true, she was a veritable feast for the senses. The delicate aroma of her sweat and musk drifted to him, adding another sensual layer to the event as a whole. With every passing second, he was thrusting his hips harder and faster.

As badly as Adagio would have liked to affectionately tease her paramour, driving him wild with her honeyed words, she kept silent. The fact of the matter was his manhood, paired with her feelings towards him, was pushing her to the limit at a breakneck pace. Under normal circumstances, she would have lasted much, much longer, though that wasn’t the case.

She’d admitted her growing fondness of him to him, which removed a substantial weight off her shoulders; it may not have seemed like such a monumental affair, yet denying herself of her emotions had been slowly taking a toll - now freed, new life had been breathed into her. A muted groan shook her from her thoughts, causing her to glance down at him.

“I...I don’t know how…” Anon sputtered, fighting tooth and nail against his impending release. His jaw was clenched, his eyes were screwed shut, and the muscles about his frame tensed, though his pistoning did not slow.

“Hey,” she sweetly called, drawing his attention. Knowing he was about to pop, she decided to send him flying over the edge. With her hands behind her head, giving him an unparalleled view of her body, she gave him the most seductive smile she could muster. “Cum for me,” she commanded, as one heavily lidded eye shot him a wink.

Just like that, he came. Simultaneously pulling her to himself and bucking into her, his tool erupted in her backside. Grunting triumphantly, painting her interior with his essence, his hips fitfully twitched and trembled. As sublime as his release was, he’d taken care to continue stroking her throbbing shaft. It was only when he noticed the battering ram-like tip of her length growing larger that he stopped.

“I...I want it inside,” he croaked, releasing her length.

Adagio’s jaw flapped uselessly, attempting to find something to say to him. After trying and failing for a moment, feeling him soften within her, she chuckled and shook her head. If she couldn’t find the words to tell him how she felt, she’d just have to let her actions speak for her. Rising to a kneeling position, unsheathing herself from his length, she moved back between his slowly spreading legs.

Anon knew what was coming and it filled him with a heady cocktail of trepidation and excitement. Plowing her was fun - amazing, in fact; but feeling his innards contort around her behemoth member was something altogether different. Grabbing his ankles, pulling his legs upwards, he presented himself like a porn star on set.

WIth her feet against the opposite end of the couch, Adagio guided the head of her stallionhood to his hole. Milking some pre-cum from her dick, spying his slickened pucker, she had little doubt that they’d have plenty of lube; she just hoped he was ready for what she was about to deliver, because she was not going to take it easy on him. If he wanted to be her partner, he’d get to experience everything she had. Working three fingers into his hole, ensuring he was loosened up enough to continue, she grinned wolfishly down at him.

“You ready, big boy?” she breathed.

“For you - anytime…” he sighed, losing himself in her brilliant ruby eyes.

Slowly, showing a remarkable amount of self restraint, Adagio ground into him. Anon took slow, steady breaths, doing what he could to remain relaxed. Seconds dragged by and the pressure on his backdoor mounted. Finally, with a particularly frustrated shove, the bloated tip Popped into his taut hole.

The two froze, each beset with the absurdly captivating sensations the other afforded. Having slipped nearly a third of her shaft into his tush, Adagio relished the slick and shockingly accommodating confines of his rear; Anon, on the other hand, squirmed beneath her. Despite having taken her before, the experience was intense. Peering up at her, knowing she’d only gotten a few inches into him, he nodded and signaled her to continue.

Taking her time, she languidly began humping. Each thrust drove a fraction of her length deeper into his depths, as she wormed her way into him. Little by little, bit by bit, she molded his interior to her mighty stallionhood. Peering downwards, past her gently swaying bosoms, she watched his pucker cling to her tool - that was, until she heard a whimper.

Gazing at his face, seeing the undeniably sensual look in his eyes, the force of her thrusts grew. She knew he wanted it and, by Celestia, that’s exactly what he was going to get. As her medial ring crept into him, crushing his prostate, the remnants of his first load dribbled out of his semi-flaccid prick. Nearly hilted, with not but a few inches left, she slowly leaned forward.

“Feels good, doesn’t it?” she purred, pressing her palms to the mattress.

“Mmmhmm,” Anon hummed. He could feel his insides rearranging, conforming to the mammoth intrusion.

Glancing to his sides, he released his legs and let them rest against her arms. He could scarcely believe it, he’d actually wound up in some simulacrum of a mating press. She had to be taking it easy on him, though he had a solution for that. Filled with hubris and an unabashed want to get fucked senseless, he reached up and gingerly twisted the girl’s nipples.

It was hard enough having to hold back, since she’d yet to blow a load, but Anon’s teasing flipped a switch within Adagio. Bringing her face lower, pecking and biting her way from his chest to his neck, she breathed hotly in his ear. “So,” she growled, drawing her tongue up the side of his face, “that’s how it’s going to be - huh?”

Fortune favors the brave and the stupid - at least, that’s what Anon told himself, as he grabbed her head and turned her to face him directly. “Breed me like you have a pair, you stud,” he snarled, punctuating his statement by a passionate kiss. If she was going to plow him like a mate, he was damn determined to make it count.

Finding his tongue suddenly in her mouth, hearing his impulsive demand, the primal portions of Adagio’s mind leapt to the fore. Leaning in further, she grabbed his ankles, pressed her breasts against his chest, and wrenched his legs further upward. With his feet to either side of his head, and his tush torqued upward, she began pounding him with reckless abandon.

Between her body weight and the force of her thrusts, Anon was driven into the soft cushions of the sofa. Contorted like a pretzel, being used like a breathing onahole, it was only then that he realized the raw, unrefined power of the equipment she wielded. There was no way on earth that anyone could withstand a fucking of the magnitude she was doling out, yet he persevered. He’d shambled away from it once before and was sure as hell going to make it through a second round.

“T...that really all you got?” he huffed, his body slowly acclimating to her rough rutting.

“Just shut up and - Nnnph - kiss me, you magnificent bastard,” Adagio huffed, before locking lips with him yet again. The steady deep-dicking she administered transitioned into absolutely brutal jackhammering. She was on the cusp, teetering on the razor’s edge of losing herself, all she needed was a nudge.

Under the full brunt of her carnal assault, Anon lost himself. Though he’d only just reached his limit a few minutes ago, he could already sense himself barrelling towards another climax. Her stallionhood, the heavenly unit which was brutalizing his insides and tender prostate, was undeniable. The raw power of her shaft pushed him to his very limit, threatening to overtake his sanity.

Squirming his head to the side and back, he freed his mouth. There was something he had to say, before his tenuous grasp of reality slipped from his fingers. Mercifully she retracted her face, if only slightly, and looked upon him. He gasped, filling his lungs with air, and stared deeply into her eyes.

“Breed me!” he howled, painting his abdomen and chest with spunk.

Adagio shuddered, the muscles about her frame jerking and trembling violently. Hilting within him, leaving her hefty nuts resting against the cheeks of his behind, a veritable tsunami of foal batter surged through her length into him. She could have grit her teeth - she could have given a triumphant growl or snarl - yet she did not. Her head shot forward, accentuating their near-tandem orgasm with one final kiss.

His battered ass quivered around her, seemingly milking her length of every drop of seed. With their eyes closed and tongues warring with one another, they rapturously moaned into one another’s mouths. It was a singular moment, as their amorous affection and genuine like for each other fed into the nirvanic finish.

Anon fought valiantly to remain conscious, only barely escaping the warm, tender embrace of the void. The heat and pressure of her load seemingly forced his ecstasy to double in strength, leaving him utterly at a loss. As impossible as it may have seemed, he’d found the perfect woman.

As the seconds ticked by and the post-coitus stupor settled over Adagio, she released her mate’s legs. Reassuming something akin to a missionary position, while leaving her tool buried in his tush, she put her hands to good use. Pawing at him, feeling him, clutching his head, she left her digits to wander about his body.

Anon did much the same, having regained the use of his arms. Holding her to himself, feeling her essence sloshing around in his abdomen, his passion reached unfathomable heights. The pair were so caught up with one another, swiftly whipping themselves up for another round of bawdy hijinks, that neither heard the door creak open.

“Oh hell yeah! Dagi got us a groupie to fuck!” a voice excitedly rasped, putting an immediate halt to the lust fueled makeout session.

Anon looked up and spied a pair of figures standing besides the sofa. It only took a second to process who had interrupted his good time. Aria and Sonata, the other members of the Dazzlings, stood an arm’s reach away. Each was in their outfit from the show, a pair of skin-tight yoga pants and a pink skirt respectively, yet something was off. Looking back and forth between their groins, noticing the fleshy appendages in their hands, his pupils shrank to pinpricks.

“No!” Adagio interjected, covetously pulling the young man to herself. “He’s mine and I am not sharing!”

“Wait…” Aria murmured, inspecting Anon’s face, “Isn’t that the nobody from - Ooof!“ she grunted, as their lead singer reached out and smacked her nuts.

“Unless you want worse, kindly fuck off!” Adagio growled.

“W...whatever!” Aria petulantly stammered, wincing and stuffing her dick back into her pants. “Come on, Sonata, there’s plenty of ass for us to find.”

“Awwwwww,” Sonata whined, her gaze lingering on Anon’s shocked face. “He’s kind of cute too…” she groused. Tucking her junk back into her panties, she scampered after her pigtailed friend.

“Think they’re going to barge in here and fuck my boyfriend, there the…” Adagio’s grumbling trailed off, having realized what she said. Peering down, noticing the look of abject happiness on the young man’s face, she hastily looked away. Despite having just screwed and been screwed by him, she went a remarkable shade of crimson. “I...I mean, if I w...was dating you, I would - “

“Shut up and kiss me, Babe…” Anon chuckled, his fingers drifting through her hair.

Picking up where they’d left off, prior to being disturbed, they properly finished the makeout session. Adagio reluctantly withdrew, hauling her slick and floppy length from his backdoor. On unsteady legs, helping one another shamble into the restroom, they hopped into the shower. There were many, many things to discuss, although that could wait.

Save for the occasional giggle, they remained silent while they washed up, dried, and got dressed. It was only after they were nearly ready to depart, tying their shoes and straightening themselves up, that Anon cleared his throat. He’d heard what she’d said clear as day, but he needed to be sure.

“Boyfriend, huh?” he nonchalantly asked, raising an eyebrow.

Adagio shifted in place, anxiously rubbing her arm and averting her gaze from him. “Well, yeah, I guess,” she finally admitted, almost begrudgingly.

Stepping over to her, hooking a finger under her chin, Anon turned her face towards himself. “You keep being cute like that and I might hold your hand in public - or worse, maybe give you a little kiss,” he teased, pecking her cheek.

“W...Well if you do that, I...I’d have to fuck you until you can’t walk straight!” she retorted. Her cheeks darkened and a very distinct bulge within her shorts throbbed, outright dismantling her threatening tone.

“Only if you promise,” he whispered, breathing hotly on her lips.

“I can not believe this guy!” Adagio groused, throwing her hands up in defeat. Stomping past him, she disappeared out the door.

Anon stood mute, his eyes fixated on the vacant doorway. For the briefest moment, his heart stopped entirely. He’d overstepped his bounds, pushed her to flee. Should he follow her? What would he say? Why would he say something so reckless? A maelstrom of cataclysmic thoughts whirled about in his head. Thankfully, it didn’t stay that way for long.

“Are you coming?” Adagio groaned, her head popping back into view. “Until you’re properly trained, I swear, I’m going to have to get you a leash!”

Grinning like an idiot, Anon scampered after her. He’d gotten one step further with his sweetheart, having earned the title as boyfriend. Though it was true that he had no idea where their relationship would go, or what adventures awaited him, he couldn’t be happier that they’d finally made it official…