I was a bit excited. It wasn’t too often that I got to be in charge when it came to sex. Ponies were rather uncreative in that regard. The mare would bend over a bit and sway her flanks in the air while the stallion mounted her and ‘ploughed the fields’ as AJ would say. Aside from when the mare would lie on her back, that was the main position used. One thing always stayed constant: the stallion was more or less in control. The usually rather dominant mares seemed to like that. For them, it was something new to not be in charge, to allow themselves to be pressed onto the ground by somepony they trusted so that they could barely move.

I, knowing that there were more than two positions, was a bit more curious in trying new things. My little pegasus for the night came in very handy there. And he was a fine stallion as well, someone that I could keep around. I would just have to try not to go over the top right away. From our talk at the bar, I had learned that it was his first try in searching for a partner outside his usual area. I didn’t want to scare poor Celsius. I was a woman who knew what she wanted. Sometimes.

My house wasn’t far away from Berry’s bar, a brisk walk of around five minutes, two if you were in a hurry. We managed somewhere in between. I opened the door that was almost never locked. There was no reason for it. Crimes were almost non-existent in Equestria, with only a few very rare exceptions. I blame the princesses for that. They were powerful magical beings that were thousands of years old, but many ponies thought of them as gods that would descend from the sky and bring justice upon them if they dared to commit a crime. That thought was so ingrained into the minds of the ponies that they probably had always seen them like that. It did wonders for making ponies keep their hooves to themselves instead of stealing apples, for instance.

The self-illuminating candles came to life as I entered my warm house, Celsius right behind me. “It’s all a bit… bigger,” he noted correctly. Like I said, the Equestrian Welfare ponies had taken account of my special case. It had even been signed off by one of the princesses, and they had built a house suited for my needs. Larger doors, windows, furniture, and so on. Applejack had jokingly said once that she could use my toilet as a bath for the piglets. She owned them to dispose of her bio waste and to get cheap manure. Those pigs were just faster than a compost heap.

“Well, a big girl like me needs her space,” I said, trying for a sultry tone to get us both in the right mood. Celsius nodded and cleaned his hoof at the rug behind the door as I closed the door behind him. “Why don’t you go in the living room while I make some coffee? It’s straight ahead.” I already had an idea how I could introduce Celsius a bit better to my physiology and needs. “I’ll be with you in a moment.”

The stallion nodded and trotted away, not taking his eyes off my furniture for a moment. With a few steps, I disappeared behind the first door to the left of the entrance and opened the fridge. I thanked myself for being smart enough to go shopping yesterday as I took the cream bag out of the fridge and placing it on the worktop.

Ponies loved sweets, and my plan was simple. I would just mark the places he had to ‘work’. And I liked some cream in my coffee.

My old coffee machine, that was always shook and hummed when I used it, didn’t take long to make the two cups of coffee I needed. These smaller machines ran on magical batteries - crystals to be more precise. Once or twice a year, you had to buy new ones for every gadget. A year after my house was built, the dam was constructed to supply newer buildings with magical energy. All in all, there were only about three or four buildings like that in Ponyville at the time.

I took the two cups of coffee into my hands, with the bag with cream under my arm, and made my way into the living room. The room was as simple as it could get and basically took up the entire rear section of my house. At the wall to the left was a fireplace with the last leftover wood of the winter. From the corridor, the wall looked like a single large window that gave a beautiful view of the extensive hilly landscape. To the right was my couch, a red, fringy carpet in front of it and a shelf with the few books I had. Next to the couch was a small table where I always had my sketchbook which Celsius seemed to have found.

“These are really good! What places are these?” he asked and turned the book towards me so I could see what he meant.

“That’s Big Ben. One of the city’s landmarks where I was from,” I explained and offered him one of the cups. He closed the book and took it with quiet thanks.

“You can draw really well. I bet you could get a cutie mark if you used a brush or something like that.” That was the kind of way ponies would flirt. Telling somepony that they were good enough in one thing to deserve a cutie mark was apparently big praise.

“Thanks, Celsius,” I said and carefully kissed him on his cheek. I had just made the coffee, but it still was just an excuse. “Some cream?” The stallion nodded, but instead of pouring the cream into his coffee, it oozed onto his muzzle. Confused, he eyed the little pile of cream until I licked it off with my tongue. Licking was akin to kissing for the ponies, just with more eroticism and intimacy behind the act. In one of the few books I had, most of them about the ponies’ culture, there was a section from when they had wandered through the world like nomads and had little time to wash themselves, so the families licked each other as clean as they could.

My actions had the desired effect on Celsius, and his muscles began to clearly tense. I could see his red cheeks even through his bright coat. These ponies could be so… expressive sometimes.

“A bit more cream?” I whispered into his ear and nibbled softly at it. It flinched and tried to get out of the soft embrace of my teeth to no avail. I knew how sensitive they were, and so I elicited the first moan of the night from the stallion.

“Please…” He gasped as I went to work. I carefully placed some more spurts of cream on his chest and neck. Then, being the artist that I was, I leaned back a bit and watched my work for a second before carefully placing another one between his belly button and sheath. If he had no idea how to play this game, then he should have an inkling now.

I placed the bag on the couch behind me and began with a mix of nibbling and licking to remove the first squirt of cream from his neck. My tongue slowly went through his short and soft coat before I sucked in some skin with my mouth and softly bit into it. His breath was getting heavier, his heartbeat pounding. I was so close to him that I had no trouble noticing. My breasts lightly brushed over his feathers while I stretched my body out to the back, almost lying down on the sofa so I could reach the cream on his chest. Ever so slowly, my short tongue went through his slightly denser coat and worked the cream out of it. The stallion in front of me began to quiver slightly. He must have felt my slightly sharp teeth a while ago, but I doubted it was because of that.

With a grin, I wanted to turn to the last drop of cream, but it had changed its place. His penis had decided to join in on the fun and softly brushed over his coat in his lower parts and taking the cream with it, where it was now spread on the flat head of his shaft. Just like his stature, he wasn’t equipped as big as other stallions, but it was still impressive. It was about half the length of my lower arm, including my hand, and almost as thick as well. Black, with a thick pulsing artery, it twitched directly in front of my face and gave a pleasant musky scent, indicating what type of stallion he was. “What do we have here?” I asked with playful ignorance and softly wrapped my hand around the fine piece of stallion meat in front of my nose. Celsius winced slightly as he felt my touch. “I think someone wants to join us.” Without further ado, I licked the cream off his throbbing shaft. With a loud moan, Celsius fell back on the couch, almost lying on his back now.

Satisfied with the result, I began to climb on top of him so that my face was directly above his. “Wow…” he panted before I brought my lips against his. He finally decided to show a bit of initiative as his tongue fought its way into my mouth. My right hand, meanwhile, found its way between our bodies, naked skin on coat, where I again grasped the best part of him and stroked it softly. We moaned into each other’s mouths. I let the whole thing go on for a few more seconds before I stopped the kiss and sat up again. Celsius followed my example and eagerly waited for what I had planned next. I grabbed the bag of cream behind me and placed some cream on my neck.

“Your turn,” I simply said and handed him the bag. For a few seconds, he looked questioningly at it, then at my body. He didn’t really seem to know how he could return the pleasure, so I gave him a little help. Carefully, I took his hooves and guided them to my left breast, allowing him to pour a bit of cream over my nipple. Ponies tended to ignore the teats of the mare when they had sex, so I usually had to tell the stallions that it was different for me. But he caught the hint and did the same to my other breast. Then he laid a trail of cream from the little squirt at my neck down my body, between my breasts, and down to my belly button.

“Umm, could you lie down?” he asked.

“You’ll have to do that,” I returned. Excited as he was, he didn’t need to be told twice, and his hooves began to bring my body to the position he wanted. He gently stroked over my thighs, my calves, and finally I was the one lying on the sofa while he stood above me with the bag. He continued pouring out the cold trail of cream, from my belly button and over my lower abdomen until he finally reached my slightly wet slit. Of course, his sight didn’t leave me cold either, but I was still far from being ready for him.

He placed the bag aside and carefully stepped towards me, paying close attention to not actually step on me. The couch wasn’t much wider as my body. The second he stopped, I wrapped my hands around his neck and slowly pulled him down. His tongue quickly went to work and licked, ever so slowly, the bit of cream off my neck. Just as I had done, he took a bit of skin between his lips and nipped at it slightly before moving further down. Without stopping, he followed the trail that he had laid down from my neck to my breasts. His tongue circled around my nipple for a few seconds before he finally took it between his flat teeth as well, and now it was my turn to moan. I hummed a little to show that I enjoyed his ministrations and to encourage him as he moved on to my other nipple. Apparently, I didn’t even need to. His new toy seemed to please so much that he eagerly got to it this time without hesitation. His muzzle pressed into my breast as he strongly slobbered over it, almost followed by what was a real bite. I clung harder around his neck and whimpered. He changed to my other breast again and started the game anew. I felt my breathing becoming heavier as I felt the heat welling up between my legs.

After a minute or so, Celsius seemed have enough of my breasts for now, and his tongue continued to wander over every inch of my body. He circled a few times around my belly button before he continued his journey further downwards. The last few centimetres was torture for me, but then his tongue finally reached my wet lips, parted them, and stroked over the little pleasure button. My hips arched sharply, and a heavy moan escaped my lips while my hands clung to his mane. Without a break, he continued his assault on the more familiar anatomy for him, licking up the liquids that I produced en masse now and circled close around my opening.

Eventually, he looked up at me with a smile, the coat around his mouth and chin soaked with my fluids. Slowly, he moved up again and pressed his lips against mine while my hands wandered around his neck. I could taste myself on his lips, on his tongue. It just turned me on even more. We moaned into each other’s mouths, sending little vibrations through our bodies. I was ready, and he could have taken me right here and there, but there was one more little thing that I wanted to do first.

I sat back up and softly pushed Celsius back down with my hand against his chest. “Lean back a bit, will you?” He just nodded as I stood up from the sofa. I stepped into something cold and wet. The remains of our two cups of coffee must have fallen at some point. I ignored that for now. I got down on my knees and took the stiff piece of stallion meat in both my hands. I began slowly licking over his scrotum before pressing one of his testicles against my lips with a light sucking motion. If he had hands, they would surely have been pressed into the cushions of my couch. Instead, he slammed both forehooves against it. Satisfied with his reaction, I repeated the action carefully with his other testicle before very slowly moving my tongue up the entire length of his shaft. At the flat top, the first trickle of precum was already out, and I eagerly licked it off as I took him into my mouth. I couldn’t fit a lot inside my mouth, but the bit that was was softly caressed by my tongue while my head moved lightly up and down. I made sure that my teeth didn’t come into contact with it. I knew that that could be very painful.

Celsius moaned and panted as my tongue massaged the head of his best piece, but I didn’t want him to come so soon. With a last suckle, I released his shaft and scooted down with my back on the carpet, a bit away from the couch to avoid having to lie in the cold coffee. With a finger, I motioned for him to follow me. “Mount me,” I whispered, barely audible to my own ears, but I knew how good pony ears were.

Carefully, he brought himself into position above me, his head over my breasts. I raised my hip slightly so that the angle was a bit better and felt the almost smouldering piece of stallion in front of my wet slit. It didn’t take more than my grin before he slowly pressed against me. The swollen head of his cock reared up slightly before my folds were parted to allow him to sink me. Accompanied by both my whimper and his ragged breath, he pushed his way in very slowly unlike any stallion had before. Centimetre by centimetre, I felt every little bulge in his meat. The pulsing artery, the medial ring, everything. Finally, I felt him pressing against the opening of my womb, but he didn’t stop there. He pressed even further, and then it happened. For the first time in my life, I felt the hips of a stallion pressing against my own, his leathery balls meeting my swollen lips. He was completely inside me, and it felt so good!

We both stayed in this position for a moment, enjoying the feeling of each other. But then he was overcome by his instinct, and just as slowly as he had pushed into me, he pulled out again. The familiar and much hated feeling of emptiness and the missing warmth began to spread in me, desperately awaiting his return. There were women who loved it when a man was inside them, and the ones that loved the moment when he left them. I definitely belonged to the former, loving the feeling of being filled up to the last millimetre.

For a second, I thought he would pull out entirely, but then he returned with a bit more power. My body slid a bit over the scratchy carpet as his hips made contact with mine again, and I screamed in ecstasy. A random part of my mind noted that it was a good thing that I lived out of the town so that no one would be disturbed. He pulled out again before pushing his way back in, seeking the warmth and tightness to be found between my legs. His muzzle found my breasts again; he seemed to love them. His tongue began to work them while his hips continued thrusting, working to build a rhythm, getting faster and faster with a bit more power every time. The only sounds in the house were the wet meeting of organs and our screams of ecstasy. Just like me, Celsius moaned and panted as he began to make me see the world in another light with his steady pace. I couldn’t think clearly anymore. Everything that was in my head at this point was the stallion that worked me, his tongue and a few occasional soft bites at my nipples, and the familiar feeling of an orgasm that was building up. My hands gripped in the long mane on his neck. I pulled him down to me every time he pushed into me, driving him to go even harder.

While I could feel my own climax coming closer and closer, Celsius wasn’t far away from his own either. His thrusts were getting shorter and quicker, which finally pushed me over the edge. My muscles convulsed, the world around me went blurry, and I screamed so loudly that I was sure that my distant neighbours had heard me now. I screamed his name, God’s, and Celestia’s as the muscles in my pussy began to milk the hard piece of stallion meat for everything it had. But Celsius wasn’t there yet. With rapid and short thrusts, he went on, drawing out my orgasm. Then, just as mine was beginning to ebb away, I felt his. The head of his shaft widened, and like hot magma, his load pumped into my body. Again and again, his cock twitched wildly inside me, one load following the other. I felt plenty of it finding its way past our union and slowly dripping out of me on the carpet that I should finally get rid of after this.

Meanwhile, Celsius tried to pull out as he noticed what happened between us, but I held him in place with my legs that had wrapped around his hind legs. No words were needed, and I grabbed his head, leaned up a bit, and gave him a passionate kiss.

We stayed in that position for a while longer. No speaking, just kissing and nuzzling while his penis slowly receded into his sheath. As it eventually slipped out of me, I stroked with one hand over my pussy and caught a handful of his spunk with my hand. I watched the white sticky substance for a few seconds before licking off each of my fingers very slowly. It tasted awful, but the effect it had on the stallion was worth it. With a wide grin, I turned around on my stomach, ignoring the amount of spunk on his stomach and took his shrinking stallionhood in my mouth. I pushed it down my throat only few, quick times, but it was enough to clean it off the remainder of the fluids that had lingered there. I gazed up to the stallion who looked down at me with half-lidded eyes. This time, it was him who leaned down, rubbing his cheek against mine and then kissed me.

There were people who said that one could tell if two people can fit together based on how good the sex was. Let’s just say that I had a very good feeling.

So, that would be the first time me writing clop. Be honest and give me some feedback ^^

Thanks to Gron for translating this chapter.
Thanks to JBL for co-authoring, proofreading and editing.