Joy opened the door to her apartment, giggling as Dean's hands slid over her fur, his fingers digging into her ribs. They had stopped at a bar on the way home, the ponies inside at first shocked as his appearance, then recognising him as one of the city's saviours. He had even signed a few newspaper articles with a chuckle before the mare dragged him away. Several glasses of wine later and they had left, the man now pinning the mare against the wall as he lay a trail of kisses up her neck, the slamming of the door knocking the numbers loose.

Joy pushed him away with a giggle as one of his hands started to stroke her thigh, moving past him and walking towards her bedroom, swaying her hips and swinging her tail from side to side. Dean went to follow, but the mare glanced over her shoulder at the doorway, mouthing 'five minutes' to him, then closed the door.

The man stood staring at the dark wood, giving a small groan. Why did she want him to wait? He slowly slipped his jacket off and unbuttoned the top of his shirt. He walked around the apartment a few times, his gaze drifting over countless objects, and then he found himself in the kitchen. He looked in the fridge, grinning as he pulled out another bottle of wine, filling up two glasses he saw on the side. He made his way back to her bedroom and knocked on the door. “Come in...”

He opened the door and entered, seeing candles spread throughout the room, shadows flickering across the walls. “Is that drink for me?” His gaze was drawn to the bed, where Joy was lying waiting. She was wearing a sheer black babydoll, and as his gaze dropped lower he noted nothing between her thighs, and colour matching sheer stockings on her legs. She had taken her mane down from a bun and brushed it straight, causing him to just stare at her.

The mare shifted onto her knees and moved forward, just out of arm's reach. To Dean's surprise, and also impressing him, her red tail came around and wrapped around one of the glasses, taking it from his hand, raising it to her mouth. They kept their eyes locked as they drained the glasses, the man taking them and putting them on the table. As soon as he turned around, Joy wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him down to the bed.

The man's hands were against the mattress to either side of the mare's head, and she closed her eyes as he pressed down into a passionate kiss, her hands running over his back. She gasped for breath as he pulled away, crawling up the bed on her back until her head was on the pillows, her arms spread across the bed and legs crossed. Dean reached down and unzipped his pants, letting them slide down to his ankles as he followed, then kicked them off.

Joy reached up and finished the unbuttoning of his shirt, pulling it off his arms and throwing it across the room. She started smirking, looking at the way his underwear was being stretched. Biting her lip, she began to hum happily as she slipped a hand down the hem of his boxers, stroking his shaft. Her hands dropped to the sheets on either side and scrunched them up, her head rolling back as she began to breathe slightly heavier.

This was because Dean was now returning the favour, one of his hands slipping between her thighs and rubbing her lips. Her arms then shot up and wrapped around his neck, pulling him close as two of his fingers slipped in, his thumb sliding over her clit. Her breathing turned to moans as he reached deeper, spreading his fingers apart inside her, and he pressed down into another kiss.

Panting heavily, she pulled his hand from between her legs, locking her eyes with his as she placed his fingers into her mouth, sucking her juices off them. Her other hand moved to his boxers and pulled them down, and then she flipped the pair over so that she was on top, rocking herself over his crotch. She bent forward and brought her lips to his, her hands to either side of his head, moaning into his mouth as his tip slipped into her moist folds.

Joy lowered herself until their crotches met, then started to slowly slide her body up and down his, Dean holding to her hips for added stability as her tight marehood slowly massaged his dick. Her breaths were accompanied by low moans, her hands placed on his chest, keeping her upright. He gave a firm squeeze on her flanks, making her moan out loud, her hands slipping to his shoulders.

He sat up so that their torsos were pressed together, kissing her neck as her arms tightened around his head, her warm, heavy breaths brushing his ear. He began to roll his hips in time with the mare, causing him pull out further, a loud moan escaping her mouth as he buried himself deep once more.

He grunted as her fingernails dug into his skin, clawing across his back as her hands draw back, moans of pleasure erupting from her open mouth. He spun them around and lowered her back down so she was the one on the bottom once more, drawing back and firmly thrusting forward, making her eyes snap shut as her mouth opened and shut.

They soon found a rhythm, their hips moving back and forth as one, Joy's moans mixing with Dean's grunts to create a sound that anypony walking the streets below would recognise. Especially due to the fact that her window was open. She had one arm around his neck, the other hand holding his cheek as she tried to kiss him, not lasting more than a second before breaking for breath.

He looked at her with confusion when she pushed him away, but then started grinning as she flipped over and pulled her knees up, her ass being pushed up in the air. He was again impressed as her tail flicked around his waist, tugging him closer. He eagerly complied, sliding into her glistening lips with ease, starting to thrust once more.

This new position had Joy moaning loudly, his cock slipping back and forth over her more sensitive parts. Her eyes were half open, her fingers opening and closing, the sheets ruffling as they did so. She moaned louder as her flanks were firmly squeezed, Dean's fingers digging in deep. His thrusts was slowed down in exchange for stronger ones, causing her to start panting heavily.

Dean was doing his best to hold off, feeling her walls close tightly around him, giving him the sign that she was close. He then slowed right down, moving back and forth sensually, his hands massaging her flanks, making her moan gutturally. She then let out a gasp as he began to thrust in and out as fast as possible.

She didn't have time to breath properly as with each thrust he caused her to moan out aloud, her fingers gripping the sheets tightly. Her eyes were scrunched shut as he pounded away at her, and she could feel herself building pressure like water against a dam. She then threw her head back with a scream of passion, her body shuddering as she reached her orgasm.

Dean glanced down and noticed the mare's shoulders shaking, her walls clamping tightly around his shaft. He swapped his fast thrusts for slower, more powerful ones, Joy giving small moaning whimpers. It didn't take long for a familiar feeling to appear, and with one more powerful thrust, his body tensed up as his tip flared, groaning with pleasure as he shot his warm seed inside her.

He slipped out and fell to the mattress, lying on his back, both of them panting heavily. Joy rolled over so that her chest was pressed against his side, lifting her head up and kissing his cheek, before laying it upon his shoulder. He started to run a hand through her mane as they lay there in the afterglow... at least until there was a knock on her front door. The mare rose with a groan, grabbing her robe off her chair and glancing over her shoulder at Dean. “I'll go see who it is and tell them to buck off. You stay right there.”

She flicked her tail across his grinning face, the scent of their fluids drifting up his nose. He kept the smirk up as she walked out of the room, swaying her hips and letting her tail swish from side to side. He leant back against the bed and closed his eye, lying there for a few minutes. They then shot open as he realised what it meant. “Holy shit... I'm the first person to fuck an alien. I've gone native. Then again, I can't get home.”

He heard a hushed conversation through the doorway, before hearing a click, the mare returning a moment later. She lifted a leg up to the foot of the bed, her half lidded eyes locked with his as she slowly rolled her stocking down her fur, following with the other. She then slid the babydoll up and over her head, throwing it across his face.

He watched through the sheer fabric as she opened the door to her bathroom, stopping in the doorway. She glanced over her shoulder at the man and nodded at him. He scrambled off the bed and rushed to catch up with her as her tail disappeared past the door frame.

A Lunar Guard made his way along the fifth floor, following the numbers on the doors. “Five oh eight, five ten, five one two, five one four, five six, five one eight...” He stopped, going back to the previous door. The five and six were too far apart, and he had already passed five oh six. He shifted his feet and heard his boot hit something, glancing down to find a metal 'one'. He picked it up with a smirk and knocked on the door.

He heard a muffled voice, and the door swung open a moment later, revealing a heavily breathing mare, her mane hanging down her back. “Yes?”

“Good evening, Nurse Openheart. I understand that I can find Sergeant Hollis here?” Joy gave him a nod, and he pulled out an envelope from his jacket and passed it to her. “He has been summoned to court in the morning, please see he receives it. Oh, and I think this belongs on the door.” He lifted up the metal number up, and she took it with a giggle.

“Thank you, good night.”

“Good night, ma'am.” As she closed the door he caught a glimpse through her robe at her undergarments, a particular scent hitting the edge of his muzzle as the latch clicked into place. The stallion turned back towards the stairs and shook his head with a chuckle. “Lucky monkey-bastard.”