> This is How a Unicorn Ruts...
>  by Some Leech
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> Watch Us Shake Our Unicorn Nuts
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“Thanks again for letting me crash here tonight,” Sunny hummed, sipping from her steaming mug of cocoa.

“After everything we’ve been through, don’t worry about it,” Izzy cheerfully replied, dismissively waving a hoof at her guest. “Besides, your house needs a bit of remodeling after Sprout remodeled it.”

The reminder that her family home, as well as a good many of its contents, had been all but destroyed cast a cloud over the little earth pony mare, leaving her to wistfully stare into her cup. “Yeah…”

Izzy scrunched her snout and knit her brow, momentarily regretting her choice of words, before her smile reemerged with full force. “Don’t be that sad! Everypony in Maretime Bay said they were going to help fix it up; with the unicorns and pegasi willing to lend a hoof, you’ll be back home in no time flat! Speaking of flat,” she continued, glancing towards her kitchen, “didn’t you mention pizza earlier?”

Sunny’s ears perked up at the mention of food, and her stomach grumbled at the thought. Aside from a few apples and a rather stale granola bar, she hadn’t had much to eat over the last few days - then again, she’d been too busy questing for artifacts, escaping from guards, or averting a war between the three tribes to worry much about being hungry. As she lifted her head and peered over at her host, the corners of her lips turned up.

“Yeah, I was wondering if you guys have pizza and what you eat on it,” she remarked, seeing the unicorn trotting across the living room.

“Well if you give me just a few minutes, you’ll find out,” Izzy giggled, shooting her guest a wink. “Just don’t go peeking in here, unless you want to ruin the surprise.”

“I won’t peek, trust me,” Sunny snickered. “At this point, I think I’d wolf down whatever you…”

She fell silent, as her eyes drifted to the unicorn’s backside. Her new friend was, so far as she could tell, a mare, but there was one not-so-little detail she’d been curious about since she’d first encountered the horned pony. Unlike any other female that she’d ever met, seen, or even read about, her companion was packing some serious heat.

Forcing herself to look away from Izzy’s backside and the ripe, pendulous nuts which rested against her thighs, she shifted in place. She’d noticed the pony’s package moments after they’d first met, though she hadn’t had the time or privacy to inquire on the matter, since it wasn’t like they hadn’t been running from town to town for what felt like ages. Now that things had calmed down a bit, and she had a bit of privacy with the unicorn, she had every intention of asking about the peculiar bit of extra anatomy.

Quietly waiting for her host to return, listening to the sounds of rustling from within the kitchen, she drank in the mare’s home. For the next few days, she’d be crashing on Izzy’s couch and hanging around Bridlewood while the damage to her home was livable again. She was heartbroken that the lighthouse had been so badly damaged, but she’d been able to salvage most of her dad’s artifacts after reunifying the three tribes of ponies.

With Hitch keeping watch over town, Phyllis promising to oversee the repairs to her house, and most of her belongings stashed away at the Sheriff’s office, she’d made the relatively short trip back to the unicorn village. While a portion of her was upset and heartbroken that she’d nearly lost her home and all of her father’s research, she ultimately decided to make lemonade from lemons. She might just be the first pony to live amongst unicorns in generations, and there was one mystery she was determined to get to the bottom of - that being said, she wasn’t sure how to best address the erotic enigma.

Unless she kept her hooves crossed and hoped that conversation would drift towards matters of love or biology, her best chance of getting answers would be the direct approach. Seeing as how Izzy seemed remarkably open and unphased by just about anything, she felt reasonably certain that her host wouldn’t mind a few personal questions - that was, so long as she remained non-judgemental about the ordeal. As she considered the best way to brooch the subject, the unicorn reappeared and trotted to the sofa beside her.

“I know you said you’d like me to come with you tomorrow, but the townsponies might be a little more inclined to talk to you if I’m not there - after all, you did give us our magic back,” Izzy noted, easing herself up and onto the couch.

Sunny lifted her hoof to speak, but remained quiet. She had mentioned wanting to go through Bridlewood to speak with some of the residents about any old mares’ tales about the past, although that could wait - for the time being, she was more concerned about her friend’s sudden doubt about joining her. Shuffling to the side, she rested a hoof on her companion’s shoulder.

“We saved everypony’s magic,” she corrected, “and, in my opinion, I think it’s about time everypony knows just how amazing you really are.”

Hearing the words of encouragement, Izzy beamed, leaned over, and embraced her in a hug. It was a touching and heartfelt moment, although it was interrupted by an odd aroma. Sniffing the air, wondering if she was smelling something from the kitchen, she dipped her head, opened her eyes, and found herself gazing at her friend’s steadily growing endowment; as unexpected as the development was, she comprehended it gave her just the opening she needed.

“Soooooo,” she mused, straightening up and releasing her companion, “would you mind if I ask you something?”

The unicorn paused and cocked her head, before glancing down at her groin. “Is it about my…?” She let the question hang, glancing to her groin.

“I…” Sunny faltered, thrown off by how shrewdly succinct her friend had been. “If I said yes, would you be mad?”

Izzy shook her head, though her smile wavered. “Not really,” she murmured.

It was true; aside from her sunny disposition, her stallionhood had done little to make her feel welcome by others. At the best of times, others would attempt to ignore the large appendage which dangled beneath her - at worst, she’d get open stares or hear hushed whispers from the townsponies of Bridlewood. She figured it would only be a matter of time until her friend asked about her endowment, but she’d dreaded the moment since they’d first met.

“I mean, that’s not a bad thing,” Sunny noted, trying to keep herself from gawking at the impressive package. “I bet anypony who acts put off by you is just jealous.”

Getting a bit too excited, spying an immense, violet length slowly emerging from her host’s sheath, she looked to the floor. While she wasn’t normally one to be enamored by such an intimate detail, seeing as how the ponies in Maretime Bay typically trotted around in the buff, the fact that her companion was both exceedingly well-hung and a unicorn did little to quell her wonder.

The mare wasn’t even fully hard, yet her tool was an order of magnitude larger than Hitch's or, for that matter, any stallion’s dangly bits she’d seen before. In and of itself, the sheer size of Izzy’s equipment would have been remarkable enough, though she assumed the oddly captivating scent she’d detected wasn’t from anything cooking in the kitchen. Clearing her throat and breaking the somewhat awkward silence, she turned her eyes up to the mare’s face.

“I’m gonna guess that you’re a bit unique among the other unicorns?” she postulated.

Feeling a blush creep into her cheeks, Izzy nodded. “Yeah, something like that. As far as I can tell, I’m the only mare who’s got an extra horn.”

Her gift, as she’d come to view it, was a bit of a blessing and a curse. On one hoof, she genuinely didn’t mind having an admittedly large stallionhood, considering she loved herself as much as she could - on the other, the regular and oftentimes shameless attention her amorous appendage lent her could be a bit uncomfortable at times, especially on the occasions when she got aroused. Lowering her head and glancing down at her groin, she scrunched her snout.

“Have you ever seen an earth pony mare with one?” she inquired, glancing over at her companion.

“I can’t say I have,” Sunny responded, then swiftly shaking her head and holding up a forehoof, “but that’s not a bad thing! It just means you’re even more unique than usual!”

“Really?” the unicorn countered, her smile returning ever so slightly.

Wrapping a foreleg around her buddy’s shoulder, the earth pony grinned. “Really…”

The reassurance that Sunny accepted her for who and what she was was more comforting than words could describe. Twisting in place, she hugged and unintentionally tackled the mare over. Not only had she gone on an adventure, met plenty of new ponies, and restored magic to the land, but she’d made a wonderful new friend. Plastered to her guest, cheerfully humming to herself, the joyful moment left her woefully ignorant to just how overjoyed she was.

Returning the embrace, Sunny tried and failed not to fixate on the sublimely warm and weighty sensation of something resting on her thigh. Situated as she was, she knew good and well what was pressed against her, yet she wasn’t sure how to process the information. A part of her was happy she’d consoled her host, but another, far more insidious portion of her psyche couldn’t help but be a little turned on by the development.

Though she tried to ignore the immense stallionhood, the thrill of something so scandalous and novel sent a shiver up her spine. She’d never so much as touched a penis before, so being casually exposed to one so massive was far more arousing than it should have been. Feeling an ache surreptitiously creep into her loins, she pushed the unicorn up and off herself.

“Did - um -” Izzy animatedly began, cutting herself off, “no, never mind.”

“What is it?” Sunny pressed, quirking a brow.

“It’s just, well,” the unicorn continued, listing away from her guest, “you can take a closer look, if you want.”

Leaning into the far corner of the couch, she spread her hind legs and rested one on the sofa. She’d never been so brazen as to put on such a display before, yet she felt more comfortable around Sunny than anypony she’d ever met. Far be it for her to put a damper on the charming, kindhearted mare’s curiosity, even if it meant a bit of embarrassment on her behalf.

Sunny opened and closed her mouth, unable to form a reply, before she swallowed hard and  nodded. She was not about to waste the opportunity to expand her knowledge on unicorns, regardless of how carnal the details were, and so she slowly eased herself to the floor and trotted in front of her host. As she inched closer to the reclined unicorn, bringing her muzzle to within a foot of the bedicked mare’s goods, her pulse gradually increased.

Driven on by her insatiable thirst for knowledge, while simultaneously attempting to tamp down her lecherous thoughts, she unslung her shoulder bag. “Do you mind if I take a few notes?” she asked, retrieving her notebook. “For posterity o…of course.”

“Nah, I don’t mind,” Izzy chipperly replied, “just as long as you don’t blab to everypony about it.”

“Right,” Sunny muttered to herself, grabbing her pencil and a roll of measuring tape. “Alright, just pretend like it’s a doctor’s visit.”

The data she was about to collect would be invaluable, quite possibly the first of its kind ever documented, so she had to force herself to remain calm and professional. Resting the book beside herself, she crept forward, unfurled the tape, and slowly extended one end of the fabric to the base of the unicorn’s length. Taking a breath to steady herself, hoping to quell her admittedly frazzled nerves, her attempt to calm herself backfired spectacularly.

The ambrosial musk of the unicorn’s loins struck her like a gong, derailing her thoughts in an instant. Earthy and pungent, yet not unpleasant by any means, the heady bouquet was far more potent than she could have ever expected. Despite her efforts to concentrate and collect herself, her marehood eagerly winked and seized upon itself.

“Equestria to Sunny,” Izzy theatrically droned, shaking the stupefied mare to her senses, “is everything ok down there?”

Briefly shaking her head, Sunny shot an uneasy grin to her host. “I…I’m fine, just trying to get a good measurement…”

The admission was a half truth - one which only then illuminated a hiccup in her plan. Being an earth pony, with only her four limbs and mouth to manipulate items around herself, she was left in a rather uncomfortable pickle. Holding one end of the tape in her forehoof, while supporting herself on three of her legs, her only option to get a legitimate measurement was to use her lips to hold the strip of fabric - in and of itself, this wouldn’t be an issue for any ordinary task, but her task was far from what she’d define as ordinary.

Uneasily unrolling the tape, she clamped her jaws over the band. “Mmmph mph, hmmph sphill.”

Fortunately for her, Izzy didn’t seem bothered in the slightest by the undertaking. Dipping her head, subconsciously filling her nostrils with the wondrous fragrance of her host, she draped the tape over the semi-flaccid length, released the fabric, and reared back - sadly, as soon as she glanced down to get a measurement, the ribbon slid free and fell to the floor. The turn of events would have been frustrating enough by itself, yet another issue quickly became apparent - her friend’s cock kept getting bigger.

Igniting her horn, Izzy leaned forward and sorcerously plucked the band from the floor. “You want me to hold it?”

She wasn’t about to say anything, though the fact that she was popping a stiffy made it impossible to hide that she was more than a little worked up. It wasn’t her fault that she couldn’t control that part of herself, since her stallionhood had always acted like it had a mind of its own; add to that the fact that she was a virgin, and the one-two combo of attention from a very cute mare and tactile contact put her in an a tricky situation. While she wasn’t about to admit it, she was getting a bit hot under her nonexistent collar.

“Here ya go,” she chirped, resting the fabric atop her cock. “Is that better?”

“I…” Sunny cut herself off, gazing longingly at the lightly throbbing behemoth.

She’d known her companion was well above the average size of a stallion, but that was before she’d seen how big Izzy was while erect. The unicorn wasn’t even fully hard, and yet her stallionhood utterly dwarfed even the biggest wiener she'd ever seen. Licking her lips, keenly aware of a bead of nectar creeping down her inner thigh, she caved to her licentious wants.

“It might not be a bad idea to measure it after you’re at full mast,” she sighed, praying her companion wouldn’t question her dubious motives. “I…if that’s alright.”

Izzy had to fight to keep herself from smirking, forcing herself to appear unphased by the request. If Sunny was half as excited as she was, which was saying a fair bit, she might just be in for more than an exam. Splaying her hind legs slightly wider, she flexed her pelvis and caused her shaft to bob.

“If you really want to do that, you might need to give me a helping hoof,” she purred, doing her damnedest not to laugh.

The line was cliche and corny as all get-out, yet it felt strangely appropriate given the circumstances. While she’d never been lucky enough to do the deed with anypony, she’d consumed her fair share of adult material. She didn’t consider herself a degenerate by any means, but she was a healthy young mare and, as such, had to deal with certain urges from time to time.

It wasn’t like she’d ever really spoken to anypony about the matter, which gave her no frame of reference, but she had to relieve herself several times a week. She always presumed it was normal to have a vigorous sex drive, however her poor social standing and somewhat singular anatomy made discussing such issues unthinkable. As thrilling as her evening was becoming, she honestly hoped she might learn something from her guest.

“Hey,” she chirped, staying Sunny’s hoof, “can I ask you something?”

“S…sure,” Sunny blurted, tearing her eyes off the unicorn’s immense shaft.

“So you said something about ponies being jealous earlier; was that because of how big mine is?” Izzy pressed.

“It’s - uh -” Sunny mumbled, sensing her tail involuntarily flag, “yeah - that and it’s just really nice.”

“Awwwww,” the unicorn cooed, willing her dick to twitch. “Be careful with the flattery,” she added, lowering her voice, “I think she likes it…”

“R…right…Well then, about giving you a hoof, maybe it’d be better if I…” Sunny trailed off, gradually inching her snout towards her host’s nethers.

Be darned if she’d planned on things developing in such a depraved fashion, but she wasn’t about to put things to a halt - not this time. In years past, she’d gotten perilously close to doing the horizontal mambo with somepony, yet it had never come to pass. For whatever reason, be it bad luck, poor timing, or some combination of the two, she hadn’t gotten lucky enough to, well, get lucky, but it wasn’t from a lack of trying.

Maretime Bay wasn’t exactly bustling with stallions, so her options for a coltfriend had been limited from the start. She had entertained the notion of courting Hitch, but she didn’t want to upend her cherished friendship with the little stud muffin. Left to fend off her marish needs by her lonesome, she’d surreptitiously borrowed a prototype marital aid from Canterlogic - sure, the toy managed to scratch her itch, if only just, although it left much to be desired. 

Shifting her attention from the unicorn’s face to the prodigious tool before her, she extended her tongue and gave the colossal tip a lick. She’d rather not come off as some promiscuous strumpet, despite Izzy’s enthusiasm, so she needed to pace herself. Taking her time, coating her taste buds in the salty flavor of unwashed flesh, she stifled a groan.

To think that she’d wind up doing something so sinful to a pony she’d only met several days prior was as unimaginable as it was exhilarating, yet that only added to the hedonistic moment. Angling her head slightly to the side, she wrapped her lips around the mare’s stallionhood. She knew she was far from an expert at oral, but she’d read enough on the amorous activity to give her some idea of proper technique.

“Mmmmph,” Izzy quietly grunted, gnawing her bottom lip.

In addition to feeling amazing, far better than her relatively cool hooves, the sight of her cock in somepony’s muzzle was way, way hotter than it had any right to be. She’d be lying if she said she didn’t want to jump off the sofa and rut her friend’s face, but that was the last thing she needed to do. They’d only just begun getting frisky, which was a welcome, albeit unplanned development, so she needed to restrain herself - at least, for the time being.

Bending at the waist, she gently rested a forehoof on her companion’s head. “Holy cow - you’re really good at this,” she marveled, seeing her medial ring pressed to her guest’s lips.

“Mmmhmm,” Sunny hummed around the behemoth.

While she wasn’t typically one to mislead anypony, she had several factors working in her favor. For starters, the compliment from the extremely gifted unicorn was wildly inspirational and she felt no need to correct the assertion that she knew what she was doing - secondly and more prudently, it was impolite to talk with one’s mouth full. Unfortunately for her, her elation had one tiny drawback - the ache in her marehood.

She was quite possibly more turned on than she’d ever been in her life, with her depths angrily clenching and drooling in anticipation. As badly as she would have liked to be in a position where she could rub one out, she was unable to do so; balanced on three legs, with the forth holding and softly stroking the base of Izzy’s length, her throbbing nethers went neglected. As she ground her thighs together, offering herself the barest bit of stimulation, her desperation did not go unnoticed.

“Here,” the unicorn whispered, “maybe this will help…”

A faint glow and the soft hum of magic was all the warning Sunny had, before something delicately rubbed against her sex; it was an odd sensation, somewhat similar to the soft touch of warm skin, although it felt fantastic. After suffering in silence, the stimulation was exactly what she needed. Rolling her hips back, pining for more, she began steadily bobbing her head and caressing the mare’s magnificent stallionhood with her tongue.

She’d dreamed of doing something so erotic for years, and the moment did not disappoint. Quite literally an assault on her senses, she relished the sight of the unicorn’s soft belly, the exotic aroma tickling her sinuses, the mystical massage, and the delicate sounds of contentment coming from her host were staggering. As her eyelids fluttered, the marish parts of her subconscious surged to the fore.

It may have been a bit odd to have her first true sexual experience with a supremely well equipped female, but she couldn’t care less. For her, the fact that she was doing something so naughty with a unicorn made the event all the more momentous. It wasn’t until the fat cock-head bumped against the back of her throat, causing her to gag, was she shaken from her blissful stupor.

Relaxing her grip, only then realizing she’d been subtly pulling Sunny’s head towards her groin, Izzy bashfully smiled. “Sorry about that, i…it’s been a while.”

Though the admission wasn’t exactly true, considering she’d never actually gotten anywhere close to being laid before, her guest had no way of knowing her assertion was a little white lie. She simply couldn’t admit to being a virgin, not since Sunny undoubtedly had a wealth of experience! Shunting more power into her horn, fixating on the earth pony’s clit, she fidgeted in place.

She hadn’t spoken about it with anypony, and she hadn’t dared mention it to her friend, but she’d always had a fondness for mares. Truth be told, she’d found herself very attracted to Sunny from the get-go. In addition to being just her type, both shorter than herself and with a deliciously plump derrière, her companion was easily the nicest and most selfless pony she’d ever met - in short, she didn’t want to have all the fun.

“Hey,” she breathed, drawing her guest’s eye, “since this is for science,” she continued, lifting and quoting with her forehooves, “maybe I could see what an earth pony tastes like?”

The question threw Sunny for a loop, coming completely out of left field. She honestly wouldn’t have minded staying between the unicorn’s thighs for much, much longer, and she’d had every intention of trying to throat the giant log of flesh, yet the prospect of her slavering, engorged marehood was too good to pass up. Taking a step back and retracting her head, with a glimmering rope of pre-cum connecting her lips to her host’s rigid stallionhood, she rubbed the back of her neck.

As enthused as she was to have something more than sorcery grace her nethers, she hadn’t bathed since the start of their little adventure. “Are you sure? I could take a shower before -”

“It’s fine,” Izzy cut the mare off.

Hopping from the couch, with her turgid shaft obscenely swinging beneath her, she trotted around behind her friend. She wasn’t bothered that Sunny hadn’t showered, actually preferring to get an au naturel experience. Moving perhaps a bit too quickly, betraying how eager she was to return the favor, she scampered around the petrified pony and got her first good look at her guest’s naughty bits.

Blood surged to her stallionhood, her eyes widened, and her mouth set to watering, as she gazed upon Sunny’s marehood. While she’d seen more naked ponies than she could count, the sight of her friend’s winking sex flipped a switch within her. Without so much as a warning, she stepped forward, leaning in, and all but buried her snout in the adorable and very aroused earth pony’s snatch.

Sunny’s startled gasp almost instantaneously transitioned into a throaty moan, while Izzy feasted upon her friend’s loins. The taste was incredible, tart and slightly sweet, yet that was only one sensual aspect of the captivating experience. Breathing in the hot, intoxicating must of a fertile female, while she noticed the mare broaden her stance, her self-control buckled under years worth of carnal desires.

Lowing her chest slightly, while she arched her back and spread her hind legs, Sunny was beset by waves of pleasure. Every flick of Izzy’s tongue sent shock-waves of bliss through her, causing the breath to hitch in her throat, and fanned the flames of her lust into a roaring inferno. Closing her eyes and fixating on the wondrous sensation, she did what she could to keep her thighs from trembling.

Slowly but surely, a sensation of warmth grew stronger and stronger within her abdomen, radiating through her being and heralding her inevitable release. She knew the feeling well enough to know that when, not if she came, it was going to be a doozy - one which very well may leave her a quivering, whimpering mess. Twisting her head and swallowing her pride, she cleared her throat and drew the unicorn’s attention.

“D…do you wanna - ya know…” she murmured, grinning sheepishly.

She simply couldn’t bring herself to be eaten out to a climax by Izzy, not for the least of which reasons being she was her friend’s guest, but there was an obvious solution that would potentially suit both their needs. Waiting until her host looked to her face, she pressed her chest to the floor, braced her legs, and flipped her tail to the side. Though she wasn’t above asking to take things to the next level, she hoped presenting herself would give her buddy a clue.

WIth marish juices dripping from her chin, feeling her heart thunder in her chest, Izzy reared back, shuffled forward, and locked her forelegs over Sunny’s hips. Thinking wasn’t the easiest thing under such sexually charged circumstances, but it didn’t take a rocket scientist to tell her that her guest needed some loving as badly as she did. As she steadied herself and got into position, pressing the broad tip of her length to the mare’s entrance, she leaned her head to the side.

“Just tell me i…if you wanna stop,” she sputtered, grappling with the impulse to start thrusting.

Sunny nodded, too embarrassed to look her friend in the eye. “O…ok…”

The moment the word left her mouth, Izzy slowly sank into her confines. The sensation of having an actual stallionhood gradually filling her, stretching her depths, was indescribable. A strange mixture of pleasure and just the slightest hint of discomfort were accented by the weight on her lower back and the feeling of hooves on her hips, as the unicorn incrementally filled her; while she may not have been able to express how amazing the experience was, she could say that, without a shred of doubt, it simply felt right.

“Almost…” Izzy muttered above her, as the thick medial ring popped into her stuffed marehood.

Spontaneously throwing her ass back, hilting herself on the final few inches of her host’s cock, Sunny shuddered. “Oh my gosh - you’re even bigger than you - Mmmph?!”

The warm, snug, and deliciously moist confines of her guest’s snatch, paired with the flattery about her size, undid the final vestiges of Izzy’s resolve. Securing her grip, she unsheathed the base of her length and started plowing her buddy like a beast possessed. As much as she would have liked to take her time and savor the moment with her friend, her baser need to breed took the reins and overtook her higher functions.

Compared to her hoof, Sunny’s marehood was absolutely divine. She’d figured that actual sex would eclipse any sort of self-indulgent activity, yet she was shocked by just how staggeringly incredible the actual act was. Plowing her guest with reckless abandon, driving the smaller pony forward with each savage thrust, her thoughts grew clouded by her primitive longings.

“Aaah - Nnngh - Aaahn,” Sunny repeatedly groaned, able to do little more than weather the amorous onslaught.

As if having her cunt absolutely stuffed wasn’t mind-boggling enough, the sensation of Izzy’s ripe, fat nuts slapping against her clit sent bolts of rapture through her frame. While she was aware that she’d just given her first time to a pony she’d known for less than a week, the raw passion of her host made that fact an afterthought. Yearning for more, getting the unicorn’s timing down, it didn’t take her long to begin bucking back against her host.

The sound of hushed whimpers, pleased grunts, and a steady drumbeat of Plap Plap Plap filled the air, echoing off the walls to make a depraved symphony. It only took a matter of minutes for the friends to disappear, replaced by a pair of needy ponies scratching an itch they’d neglected for far, far too long. As they gradually reached a fevered pitch, with sweat glistening on their coats, things took a sudden and dramatic turn.

“G…gonna…” Sunny mewled, her movements becoming frantic, before it finally struck her.

Every muscle about her frame tensed, she howled out in ecstasy, and nectar gushed from around the unicorn’s pistoning length, as she was wracked with the most powerful climax of her life. Though her knees buckled, threatening to give way beneath her, she was somehow able to save herself from unceremoniously collapsing beneath her rut-crazed companion. Only vaguely aware of the flaring cock-head battering her cervix, lost to her bliss, her mind went blank.

Pounding away at the mare beneath her, Izzy set her jaw. She couldn’t truly say how long they’d been going at it, but she knew it hadn’t felt like nearly long enough - still, her attempt to stop her impending orgasm proved fruitless. Unable to stop the inevitable, she plunged the entirety of her length into her mate, threw her head back, and came.

Locked against her mate’s cervix, her stallionhood erupted. Shot after seething shot of hot, virile seed splashed against and into her friend-turned-lover’s foal-factory, claiming the mare like none ever had. It was the perfect ending for a spontaneous roll in the hay, was beyond gratifying, and much, much better than stroking herself off, yet it didn’t hold a candle to her companion’s finale.

Though she’d just peaked, Sunny was stricken with a second, almost instantaneous climax of incomprehensible strength. The influx of seething jizz was too much for her to endure, all but shattering her mind and raising her orgasmic wail several octaves. Her depths quaked, milking every drop of precious spunk from the she-stud atop her back, before her legs ultimately gave out.

Crashing to the floor, still impaled on Izzy’s throbbing length, she dragged the unicorn to the ground along with herself. Panting out, laying in a pool of their rapidly cooling essence, she heaved air into her lungs and struggled to remain conscious. How anypony could endure rapture of such a magnitude was beyond her, but she’d done it - if only just.

Only eventually becoming aware of what had happened, Izzy rested her head on her friend’s shoulder. “Was it as good for you as it was for me?” she chirped, nuzzling the mare’s neck.

“Uh…uh-huh,” Sunny wheezed, crushed under the unicorn’s weight.

She could already tell she’d be sore in the morning, she desperately needed a shower, and there was one heck of a mess to clean up, yet she hadn’t the slightest bit of regret. She’d bedded a unicorn, something that likely hadn’t happened in generations, and she took no small amount of pride in it. Wriggling in place, she clenched around the semi-turid shaft and shakily looked her friend in the eye.

“Well I wouldn’t -” Izzy stopped dead, sniffing the air, “the pizza!” Pushing herself up and unsheathing her length, she rushed off to the kitchen.

Sunny whimpered, feeling her gaped, leaking marehood grasp at nothing, while the ecstasy of her rutting was replaced by a warm, euphoric afterglow. As her eyes wandered over the room, she spotted her journal and the tape measure she’d abandoned. The fact that she hadn’t  properly documented her companion’s somewhat singular anatomy, while frustrating, brought a weary smile to her lips - not because she was happy to have forgotten something so vital, but because it gave her the perfect excuse to ask for a second round…