Ask what she means by that phrase "what's your pleasure"

Also act confused as to why she is looking at you like that.

Also also

FIRST!!!!

You have no idea why you suddenly had the word FIRST screaming inside your mind, but that hangover you still had was making everything you think about confusing as hell. Along with your thought process being reduced to that of an epileptic granny.

“Okay, what the hell do you mean what’s your pleasure?” you asked, still not getting why exactly she was staring at you like that. Wait... why was she staring at your dick in the first place? I mean, sure, pitching a tent was pretty noticeable, but that didn’t exactly explain why she was drooling just by giving it a hungry look.

Rolling her eyes she said, “Oh, you gotta be kidding me. Not even the drunk ones can be this dense. I’m supposed to have sex with you, idiot. I just wanted to know what you enjoyed to help the process along.”

First ask for some breakfast, and then demand what the heck happened last night.

“What I would enjoy is some pancakes and scrambled eggs. And if you can make sure the eggs are not runny, I’d greatly appreciate it,” you said, your growling stomach beating out your penis for once. “Also, mind explaining what I did last night to end up here?”

She gazed at you with a shocked expression. “Seriously? Food? I don’t get paid to cook for you, I get paid to fuck you!” she yelled, furrowing her eyes at you and looking much less sexy and more terrifying now. “As for the other part, no. From what I heard you just threw up in the bathroom all night while giggling like a moron.”

Eeyup, that sure sounded like you while drunk. Or high. Maybe the later, seeing how you’re now having a discussion with a pegasus. One dressed in a sexy maid’s outfit at that. Were you tripping on acid?

First order of business, deal with the hangover.

"Ugh, Jesus, this hurts. You got any... Erm, like, horsepills? Like, I dunno, Aspirin or somethin'?"

Maybe a cold shower could help a bit, too.

Well, she seemed pissed now. But you didn’t really give a damn either way, since your brain felt like it was turning emo and bashing itself in with a hammer. Grunting while trying to lift your chest up higher, you asked, “Ugh, Jesus, this hurts. You got any... Erm, like, horsepills? Like, I dunno, Aspirin or somethin'?"

Also, hitting it up with a cold shower would do wonders too. “And a shower would be nice too, if you aren’t going to make me breakfast.”

Have her wash "you" off. Not necessarily sexual immediately. But, having her bathe you would be fun.

“Well, we don’t have any showers in the castle. But I can always give you a bath,” she slurred, walking over slowly to you. Her hips swung side to side as she slowly made her way closer, her tail swinging like a darting flame while her noticeably seductive hips made the tightness of her dress all the more revealing.

She stood over you now, the feather duster in her jaws as she started to dust your chest. If you hadn’t been wearing a shirt it probably would’ve tickled you, but instead it was an innuendo experience that left your face blushing as red as can be.

Wonder how I have morning wood

Well that was quite obvious, because that tent you were pitching was sure as hell screaming to be free now, throbbing so near her open legs. Spitfire looked underneath herself to notice your bulging meat hammer trying desperately to break out of your pants. She giggled, her voice delightfully feminine with an edge of alluring.

With the feather duster she tickled your chin, leaning in closer while fluttering her eyelashes in a downright cute manner. “So you dirty colt, want to get cleaned up?”

Tickle Fetish

Tickle Fetish

Tickle Fetish

Tickle Fetish

Tickle fight with the feather-dusters.

You had no idea why you suddenly had a hankering for a tickle fight with that feather duster, but currently it was the only thing on your mind. Sure, you always had a slight tickle fetish. Okay, maybe not slight. Maybe full blown hard on whenever a girl so much as stuck her finger in your armpit. Oh god yes, that was good stuff!

Without even thinking you grab ahold of the feather duster and used it to your own advantage. Mainly by tickling her exposed neck area. Spitfire squealed and giggled, falling on your chest as you dusted her forearms with the feathers.

“Calling me dirty, eh?” you chuckled, reaching out with a hand to tickle her sides while still going full force with the feather duster on her neck. “Well, you aren’t much better, are you?”

He should feebly attempt to be suave and completely forget about his morning wood.

Finally she conceded by nuzzling your cheek and staring up at you with big orange eyes. “I never knew you humans could be so sweet,” she whispered, her mouth underneath your chin. You barely noticed her weight at all as she laid atop you, your morning wood momentarily forgotten as you laid a hand on her back.

“And I never knew you could be so sexy,” you whispered back, your hand slowly sliding down her dress and over her luscious curves.

... Be convinced it's a dream, and capitalize on it with sexy time!

Sex tag? Well, clearly we should have sex with spitfire.

fuc that pony!!!!! lol double meanings .  also when ur done wit this how about a llitle BDSM wit fluttershy. eh?

Go super sayin. Grab her and fly to the moon. Proceed to rail her until the moon gets out of orbit.

Well, this is all a dream, isn’t it? While certainly different than your usual dreams, that doesn’t mean you can’t have some fun. A sexy woman... mare... whatever, is right before you, practically begging for it. Why shouldn’t you enjoy it? Let loose, and just fuck her already! Go all Goku, take her to the moon and annihilate her and that floating rock until you fuck them both out of orbit. It’s a dream, so all of this is highly plausible.

With both hands you pull her in tight, she squeaking slightly. Now your hands were fondling her sweet ass, squeezing and groping while pulling them apart as your hands slid in deeper in her asscheeks.

“Ah, I always heard that humans can do special things with their hands,” she said while still moaning softly as your fingers searched every inch of her bodacious booty. Finally they stopped as your felt a wetness against your fingertips.

“Wet already, huh?” you chuckled, rubbing her warm clit with an index fingers, collecting more of her juices.

“Mmhmm,” she answered, licking her lips as she giggled, her arms wrapping themselves around your chest. “But you’re not much better, big shot.” Her back hoof started rubbing against the bulge in your pants, going underneath to lift up your cock.

Make out.

Grab her, rub her Cutie Mark, make out, ANAL SEX!

Holy shit, this was the best dream you ever had. And it just got a whole lot better as she suddenly leaned forward to press her soft and full lips to yours, locking them both in place. Not wanting to break the flow as both of you were touching each other in all the right places, you pressed in harder with the embrace, your fingers having a mind of their own as they parted the lips of her pussy as dived in deeper.

She moaned in your mouth, her tongue like a slithering cobra as it traveled across your teeth and gums, hot and appealing. Not holding back, you meet her head on and wrestled with her tongue, lost in the dance of the kiss as both your embraces grew more passionate. Her back hoof was still rubbing against your shaft, the material of your pants feeling more and more constrictive by the second.

Oh, you were going to enjoy every inch of her in this dream fantasy. Starting with fucking her tight little asshole. Your other hand made good on this promise by probing this extremity, getting it ready by sticking your finger slowly inside it. This caused Spitfire to break away from the kiss, drool hanging from her mouth as she moaned deeply for more, her face a deep shade of red.

this

Anywhore, I would ask her to play Super Smash Bros with me and we both play as Zero-Suit Samus

Your pounding headache from before was nearly gone, only a dull throb as sexual hormones sobered you up faster than a cold shower ever could. And with this clearer set of mind came a blissful state of being one would receive just on the verge of about to be pleasured.

Not thinking, you ask, “Hey, want to play Super Smash Bros with me and we both play as Zero-Suit Samus?” You had absolutely no idea how this thought popped in your head, but the thought of playing your favorite video game with your favorite video game girl sounded really appealing right now. Hey, maybe they even had a Zero-Suit for Spitfire to dress up in. That would be really sexy.

Spitfire, however, didn’t get what your were talking about, because she just stared at you with a blank expression and asked, “Say what now?”

Oh shit, you just had to screw up! Well... at least you didn’t say she smelled like your mom.

So, what do you do now, oh master of blocking your own cock?

What the hell do you do?

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