> Talk About Self Service
>  by Sugar Rush
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> Talk About Self Service
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"Talk About Self Service"


Evening, once more, had rolled around in the small village of Colton. Largely unnoticed, it sat between the northern border of Equestria and the Gryphon Kingdom, south-west of Stalliongrad. It was a place of little excitement, as most of the strange happenings happened in the relatively larger town of Ponyville, some miles southward. Contrasting nicely with most of the settlements that ran along the Everfree, this was almost a Bed N' Breakfast as opposed to a village, albeit one that was more permanently settled in.

In a small house, more of a flat than anything else, near the very edge of the village, a blue unicorn was setting about locking his doors and pulling his curtains. Tonight was very important that he not be disturbed, for it was again experimentation time.
A very curious stallion by nature, as well as an avid reader, he had come across a few things in his scouring of books that had interested him very much so.
One particular book had given him the inclination to try something... Well, something different. Depictions of self-pleasure, but in a more unusual way than the norm.
So here he found himself locking his house down to keep anyone and everyone away, lest they cause him unnecessary embarassment for what he was about to do. That would be awful. The quiet night suggested that he wouldn't have any trouble with that though, so his confidence remained with him. The first thing to do was set up the couch. Horn glowing the same bright green as his eyes, the couch floated to the center of the living room, where the floor had room for his body to lay. He would only need half of that space, for the other half of him would be up against the soft sofa.
A semi-paranoid glance over at the door gave him a better feeling, and he dropped to all fours and rolled onto his back. Edging along the floor towards the couch by shifting his shoulders, the stallion managed to raise the lower half of his body up, so that it rested nicely on the edge of the pillow. His body had taken on a sharp curve, with the lower-half bending back towards his upper half as extensively as it could without hurting. Predictably, his shaggy blond tail spilled through onto his stomach, tickling it unhelpfully. Another quick burst of magic, and the unicorn had lifted it out of the way.

Eyes focused on what lay before him now that the tail no longer obscured his view. A dark blue, near black sheath rested along the lower half of his stomach, pointing down towards the bend in his body, and topped by a visibly heavy pair of balls that seemed to do the same. He could feel the gravity pulling them down, made more apparant by his semi-arousal. The thick member half jutted out from its resting place, twitching every few moments, as though it had a mind of its own and shared his anticipation.
The stallion's mouth suddenly felt very dry, and he quickly wet his lips. The light above him made everything look strange, and he'd never viewed his own member from this angle. It gave it an oddly warped appearance, looking wider than it actually was.

His eyes fell closed, and his horn began to glow again, the green aura dimmly pulsing around the ribbed lance. Tendrils of magic stretched out from the horn, lazily wrapping around the resting cock until it was largely enveloped. It then contracted, and the unicorn gave a slight gasp of shock. This was made so much easier by his magical inheritance. The green aura surrounding his shaft started to pulse along with his horn, sucking inwards as it pressed the sensitive flesh in on itself, then outwards as it pulled and teased it. All the while, soft glimmers of magic stroked the expanding member up and down, tracing spirals and curves across its growing surface, and the unicorn clenched his teeth in pleasure. 
The head flared and began to stretch out, snaking its way towards the stallion like a crocodile leaving the water. The magic continued to stroke and massage the stallion's shaft until it felt fully solid beneath the magical caress, and he let the aura fall away.
Green eyes opened again, and observed the flared, flat tip of his erection staring right back at him. He gave his mouth another lick, then leaned forward, tongue extended, and quickly swiped it across the top of his cock.
Salty was his first thought. Honestly not a bad taste. Though the intense jolt of feeling that it caused quickly overtook any doubts. Leaning forward again, he licked the tip once more, this time slowly dragging his tongue over the swollen head. It was such a distinct feeling, made all the more amazing by the fact that he was doing it to himself. He had to pause for breath amidst the shudders that ran through him, and seriously questioned if he could even last through this. Better to try than not, though, and he stretched out his tongue, pressing it to the underside of the head and licking around the top of the shaft. It pulsed against his tongue, forming a complete heartbeat circle. That was too much for him to bear however, and stretching his neck out, he opened his mouth wide and took the flat head of his member into it.
It felt strange, laying there with his own cock in his mouth. It twitched inside him, and its pulse ran against his lips, making them tremble. Thinking back to what he'd read, he began to massage the glans with the tip of his tongue, which sent rings of pleasure spiralling through him, making him feel giddy and light-headed. But damnit, it felt too good! He couldn't keep it up without breaking off in shakes and moans, though he kept his tongue wrapped around the fleshy member so that it didn't spring away from him.
Through his nose he breathed in deeply, then sucked in on the shaft, tightening his lips below the head and moving down them, as far as he could in his current position, slowly but roughly till the tip pressed against his throat and he gagged, drawing back.
Okay, he understood now. Gag reflex wasn't really something that could be gone against, not unless the couple in question had a vomit fetish. He did not, and wanted to avoid that at all costs. Another deep breath and he began to suck again moving his tongue around the shaft as it trembled in his maw, and the unicorn descended his head once more, lathering the now throbbing rod with love. It wasn't an easy process, and he had to stop more than once to prevent himself from filling his own mouth. The stallion could have sworn that it swelled with each suck, though that was probably just wishful thinking. An idea came to his head, and he sparked up his horn again, this time sending the magic to the base of his member. The green tendrils curled around his dark balls and began to dance along them, grasping the base at the same time, causing him to moan out loud, the head sliding from his mouth with a strand of saliva clinging to it. It shone in the light, now slippery and hard, and the sight of it standing there gave him a sudden rush.
Reaching up, he took it into his mouth once more, bobbing his head along the stiff length while his magic sporradically massaged his lower half. By now, it was oozing into his mouth, small drops of sweet and sticky that stuck to his tongue and his lips. The taste was something else, something he was quite enjoying, and very different from the original salty flavour. He couldn't quite put his hoof on what it reminded him of, but he wanted more. Gripping his shaft with his forehooves, he started to rub it along with his self-blowing, while the magic began to cover the whole member again. With a quick nod, the spell changed and began to vibrate, shaking it in his hooves. Air blew out of his nostrils with a snort, and he clenched his eyes as the new feeling rolled through him. Letting go again, he gasped and rubbed himself, not caring now, and quickly swallowed his cock once more, sucking enthusiastically. No mare he'd ever met had done this half as well as he was, though again it was more the fact that he was doing it himself. Beads of precum layered his tongue, mixing with the saliva that lubricated it so well.

His heart forced the blood to race through his system, and each pulse could be felt through the thick member lodged in his mouth as it completed its circuit. His face had long since descended into a blush, for even though no one could see him, he felt oddly embarassed to be doing this. But at the same time, he knew it would become routine.
No longer pausing for breaths, his tongue tickled the slitted tip of the flattened cock, and he felt it twitch and jerk, his own body feeling very hot. The magic pulsed around it and changed once more into a rapid jerking motion while he held the head in his mouth, tail flicking spastically against the couch. Then his stomach tensed, he felt his balls tighten, and the shaft stiffened and spurted into his mouth, one jet at a time. The stallion's eyes widened in surprise, but he quickly began to swallow, forcing himself to acquire the bittersweet taste of semen. It wasn't enough though, and it filled his mouth before he let it go, where it fell to his chest and shot its last into his fur. He swallowed and lay there panting, licking the rest off of his face and watching the softening member retreat into its sheath. It was a few moments before he allowed himself to move, his rump falling away from the couch and falling flat on the floor. It seemed very comfy all of a sudden.
Perhaps he would rest there, and clean up later.