Hot coffee, strong and black, fell from the pot and into the waiting porcelain cup below, where it steamed in the cool air. Baen shook his dark mane and yawned. While normally okay with mornings, there was only so much that one could do with four hours of sleep following partying like a champ. He split open his dry mouth to yawn, welcoming in a rush of air which revitalized his taste buds. He felt the sticky dryness on his tongue, but fortunately no traces of vomit. The slightly burnt smell of coffee reached his nose. Not caring about the black beverage’s strong heat, he took a big sip. Immediately, Baen tasted bitterness, then the scorching heat hit him in full. Too hot! He sputtered, losing the fight to control his drink, spilling some from his lips and cup as he put it all down. A casual glance to the right; some of the coffee had spattered the mail. Oh well, might as well see what was in the envelopes this time around while he waited for the coffee to become more drinkable than molten lava.

Baen took one look at the first envelope. “Bill,” he said, casually discarding the stained stationery it to the left side of the table. He read the heavy handwriting on the second envelope, which was improperly sealed and already spattered with something other than the light spotting of coffee. “Bill,” he said, intending to give the stallion’s missive its due consideration when he wasn’t skirting zombification. Some sort of unsolicited spam, all dressed up to look important. “Junk,” he said, idly wishing he were a unicorn just so he could burn it to ash effortlessly. He got to the final envelope. He recognized the handwriting. “Could it be…?” He picked up the envelope and examined it closer. “Maud Pie,” he read aloud. What could she want?

“Hi, Baen. I will be in Ponyville on the sixteenth to buy equipment for the expedition. If you want to meet me, just look around the town in the afternoon. Boulder won’t be coming; he’s feeling sedimentary and has to watch the camp, so it will be only the two of us alone together. He won’t be lonely; he had plenty of friends. They’re all rocks. Don’t worry about Pinkie Pie. Would it be cool if I crashed at your place? I will pay you back however you want.

P.S.: Boulder took the picture. I hope it’s not bad.

-Maud”

Enclosed was a picture of Maud in her simple, tattered work overalls with the orange hardhat atop her head, holding that flimsy pick favored by geologists. In her pocket was a small bulge, doubtlessly Boulder, her debatably animate pet rock. Her expression was the same as always. Her big, green eyes were half lidded over by her dark eyelids in their perpetual stare bordering between resigned boredom and utter apathy, but always annoyingly stone cold unreadable. Her grey coat was dusty, but she had managed to take good care of her pale violet mane and tail, keeping them as plainly as ever, but that wasn’t what his eyes sought out. He sought curves in this mare’s form, only to come up empty. Curse all baggy garments and dead-on frontal photography.

Baen looked the letter over once again. He read the last sentence, where Maud said she would repay him for the favor with anything he wanted. He grinned, remembering that he hadn’t been with a mare in a while, and the one time he had met Maud in person, he could definitely tell that there was something fine subducted underneath the stony expression and the frumpy clothes; photographs never flattered her. He felt the anxious fire in his body, here was a chance to woo a mare, if only he could manage it. What was the best time to look for Maud, anyway? It wasn’t like she had specified a time to meet. He checked the letter again. No times mentioned, just the date, the sixteenth, which was – he started – it was today! He looked at the clock; it was already mid-morning, beginning to draw near to noon! Damn, he’d probably slept through Maud’s arrival! Jolted into action, he gulped down the not quite scalding coffee, making a face as the strong taste hit him full force. He was out the door on his search before the liquid even landed in his stomach.

The sun was setting. Exhausted, Baen slouched down on a bench and watched the sunset. He pawed at his armor. He had worn it to bed the previous night, had not taken it off all day, and it was starting to ache quite a lot. Ignoring the pain, he sighed. No sight of Maud Pie. Not even one peep out of Pinkie Pie. “Where are you?” He sighed into the breeze, not expecting a response.

“Right behind you,” a dull voice said. Baen whirled round to see the eternally deadpan face of Maud Pie with its green eyes looking into his own. Was it just him, or did she somehow look well, happy to see him?

“Where did you come from!?”

“I came from Sugar Cube Corner. Pinkie Pie was making me try rock candy with her.” She held out a solid half dozen rock candy necklaces. Baen took them from her.

“Not a fan?”

“Totally. I don’t like rock candy, but I sure love Pinkie Pie.” Baen nodded.

Maud circled around and sat next to Baen on the bench. He saw that she was wearing something tight and revealing, but no less protective than her trademark outfit, and she definitely had some nice curves under those clothes… Taken off guard, the stallion replied, “So, um, about your letter…” He hoped she didn’t see the heat on his face.

“What about it?”

“You can do it, right?”

“Oh yeah, that, of course.” Not good; he was getting more skittish than a virgin colt visiting his first hooker. He needed to not sweat it; Maud was attractive and in his debt, and soon to be in his bed, if only for convenience. By right, this ought to be an easy scenario for him, but it wasn’t. This mare was not a stranger.

“Let’s go,” Maud droned.

“Where?” Baen spat out, doing a sterling job of showing how to not impress a mare.

“To dinner, unless you aren’t hungry.”

“Oh no, I’m hungry, Maud,” winked back Baen at the ever stoic Maud.

“For what?”

His mind drew a blank. Shit. Spinning around, Baen pointed at the first restaurant he could find, a diner. “How about there?”

“Okay.”

Soon they were inside the diner. As they ate, Baen kept on trying to interest Maud in conversation, but, to be frank, it was like trying to talk to a rock. “So, Maud, anything interesting happen on your expedition?”

“I guess.” As Maud was not turned to face him, but rather towards the countertop, Baen caught himself eyeing her toned flank.

“What were you looking at- I mean for?”

“Rocks.”

“What kind of rocks? Special rocks?” Baen suggested, trying to get something interesting out of her.

“I guess. They were all special rocks.” Then, without prompting, Maud produced a satchel from thin air and extracted a few stones from it. “These are some samples.”

“Rocking ones.” Baen flashed a smile. He swore that the waitress within earshot physically greyed. “What kinds of rocks are these, again?”

Maud pointed to a shiny, black one. “This one is igneous, because it’s made by something hot.”

“I think part of me is igneous…”

Maud ignored him and pointed to the second one, a multicolored striped stone. “This one is sedimentary, because it’s made by a bunch of layers laying of top of each other and pressing until they become one rock.” She smacked it with her hoof, causing a small sprinkling of dust to fall from the rock. “This one was made in a riverbed. You can tell where it was wet by the color.”

Baen couldn’t touch that one, not with the waitress discretely glowering at him. “Cool.”

Maud pointed to a final rock. “This is metamorphic. It’s made by other things squeezing it hot and tight, making it very hard.”

“Like me.”

“Unless you’ve been crushed by magma for thousands of years miles underground, I highly doubt that.”

The waitress was giving him an embarrassed look mirrored by Baen’s own sense of social awkwardness. He caught her eye. “Check, please.” He was reaching for his bits to pay when Maud suddenly placed a magnificent sapphire on the counter. “Are you getting it?” No response. The waitress hovered over them. “Maud!?”

She blinked slowly. “I think Steiner is a cousin of this granite.”

Baen smiled painfully at the baffled waitress. “She’s a geologist,” he explained. “She’s really into rocks.”

“That’s fine, but is she paying?”

“Toni- No, I am,” answered Baen, putting a few extra bits on the countertop, eager to get out before the heat in his cheeks ignited the atmosphere. They were out in record time. Once outside, Baen proposed to Maud, “Let’s go home; I have drinks there.” Maud nodded and they proceeded back to the stallion’s place. Maud was eerily silent the entire time. Was she angry at him? Was she privy to and upset by his efforts to bed her? Was she bored? Baen couldn’t tell, and he just couldn’t quite bring himself to ask for fear of ruining any last chance to salvage the day. He still had two more chances, he reminded himself in an attempt to stay positive.

First of all were the drinks left at home – not the best or fine by any means, but they were pleasant enough, and more importantly, packed with plenty of that all-important ethanol. The second chance was to bring up the promise that she’d pay him back however he asked, but would that turn out well? For all he knew, Maud probably acknowledged the existence of sex as just something which happened to others outside of her. Her sex drive likely existed buried deeper than the lithosphere. After all, he had never heard Pinkie say anything about Maud even being aware of romance, let alone desiring it. What if she was uninitiated?

On one level, the thought of having a virgin very much excited Baen. He grinned at the thought, envisioning looking at a blushing mare all spread out on his bed, blushing, doubtful, but eager. “Be gentle…” she’d ask. He would enter her slowly, breaking through the barrier no faster than she was willing, but ultimately filling her all the way with his cock, claiming her as his, unknown to any other stallion or touched by any mare. She would be so slick and tight that he could not last long before filling her fertile, fresh body with his hot seed while she rocked her body, making lusty noises.

Then another thought occurred to him. What if she was already quite experienced in bed? It was not at all uncommon for unmarried ponies to be quite prolific, so Maud could already know exactly what she’s doing. That could be good, if she liked sex with stallions. For all he knew, the mare could be quite the exquisite fuck; her body gave all the right indicators of agility and fitness. But Maud already being experienced could be a bad thing if say, she was frigid or not into stallions or even just not into sex. Or worse, she could just be decided that she’d never bed him no matter what. Despite being the horny bastard he was, Baen would never intentionally force somepony unwilling or unable. Worst of the worst, though, was what if she didn’t appreciate being rutted and then ended up pregnant. Nothing that a bit of caution and magic couldn’t prevent.

Baen marched to his home with Maud right behind him the whole time. She had been silent. One thing Baen immediately recalled about Maud was just how much the mare could dawdle. If he hadn’t noticed just how quietly she could move, then odds are that he wouldn’t’ve realized that he’d left her behind until he was miles away. When they reached his door, he stopped “Are we there?” Maud asked.

Baen began contending with the lock. It was several seconds before he realized that his guest had something. “Almost, just let me open this,” he replied, not looking at her. The lock clicked into place. Then unbidden came a sinking feeling. He hadn’t cleaned up the place, had he? Damn. He hoped that not having had a real roof over her head in months had made her impassive towards dirtiness. Baen opened the door. “Welcome to my humble abode, Maud,” he flourished with a flick to turn on the lights.

Silence. As if on cue, a sole cricket began to chirp. Clip-clop, in they walked. Baen shut the door behind them. “Am I sleeping here?” Maud asked, completely unreadable.

“No, you’re sleeping with me in a bed, I mean in a bed. You’re my guest, after all.” Another brilliant move by the world’s least suave seducer.

She nodded. “How do you want me to pay you back for your kindness?”

“Don’t worry about it; I got a feeling you’re going to be the best guest I’ve had in ages. So, can I get you anything? A drink?”

“A drink would be nice.” Maud saw herself to the table and got seated. At least this part of the plan was going like he wanted.

Baen ducked into the refrigerator. Even if he hadn’t been intent on seducing her, of course he’d offer her drinks and give her the best bed in the house – he was a barbarian, not a savage! “So, whaddaya want? Beer, vodka, whiskey, chacha, absinthe, waragi, rum, tequila, cognac, liqueurs, wine, coolers?”

“Chacha.”

Baen was taken aback. “Y’sure? That’s some strong stuff.”

“Yes.” Well, that was the first time he’d even seen Maud definitely assert herself for something, so he thought better than to argue. He quickly produced the bottle, unopened, full of clear liquor strong enough to blind a horse. He uncorked it with one of his bronze war daggers and then proceeded to find and then partially fill a pair of lowball liquor glasses. The unmistakable odor of strong drink filled the air.

Baen lifted up his glass in a toast. Maud lifted hers just as he proclaimed, “To friendsh-” He stared, caught off guard. The mare merely stretched out her empty glass.

“Why are you wasting drinking time to friends?” One corner of her mouth poked upwards just a little bit.

Baen smiled. “So you want to drink like a mercenary quartered with a moonshiner?”

“I would.”

“Great! Let’s get started!” Baen inhaled his shot of Chacha before it even had time to maraud over his tongue. He was about to pour out the second round when the biting strength hit him with full force. How the hell was this mare just sitting there, taking something akin to rocket fuel like it was nothing? He tried to hide his reaction. He made a face, but held in the cough from the burning alcohol. Her eyes lit up good-naturedly. “Don’t think I can take it, eh? Well, let’s serve up round two!”

Five rounds later, Baen’s head was pleasantly swimming. After pounding back the initial three, he’d slowed to avoid spending the night worshipping at the porcelain altar. Maud, infuriatingly enough, was still sitting as stonily as ever. She had taken him shot per shot. Currently, he’d sipped away part of his current one. She asked him, “Too much, Baen?”

“Too much!? What do you mean too much? I’m a barbarian, damnit! Where I grew up, you’d be dead if you couldn’t hold your liquor. We all drink real spirits, distilled in old bronze melted down from our enemies’ swords and dropped right into your cup.” Baen gestured to indicate something the size of two mugs of cider put together. He stumbled over to the fridge in his most brilliant move of the night. He opened it, declaring, “See, I’m as hard-drinking a barbarian as there ever was.”

Maud rolled her eyes. “Okay then, Baen and bar-barian, why do you have softy drinks like wine, liqueurs, cognac, coolers, and absinthe?”

Defiant, he pulled out the vodka and took a great gulp right from the bottle. “They’re for locals, especially the mares. Seriously, they couldn’t take a shot if their lives counted on it.”

“I know,” replied Maud before she downed another mouthful of chacha. “In my expedition, there’s me, four mares from Equestria, and a griffon.”

“She wouldn’t be named Gilda, now would she?”

“Yes. So?”

“Nothing. As you were saying.”

Maud looked Baen in the eye. “So, when we are relaxing after working all day, Gilda and I always drink together.”

Baen’s mouth hung open. “You mean you’re the only two drinkers there?”

“I mean the other mares just don’t drink anything good.” Baen nodded. “On our first day there, while we were unpacking, one of the others had this bag with nothing but different things to be used in mixing drinks. Imagine like a sorta strong thing that’s supposed to taste like watermelon, only not at all like watermelon. And it was blue.”

“I hope you never drank it.”

“No, I would not drink it. Life is too short to not have fun.”

Baen chuckled, “You sound like Pinkie Pie when you’re drunk, Maud.” He sat back down at the table with the vodka.

“No I don’t, and I’m not even drunk,” she blushed back.

“Yeah well, this pony says you are and you do.”

“Go home, Baen, you are drunk.”

“I am already home and I’m just slightly drunk. And speaking of intoxication, you want to keep going?”

“Yes. Keep ‘em coming.” A few moderated, paced, spaced rounds of somewhat smaller doses of vodka followed. In spite of the epic quantities of liquor they were consuming, Maud somehow managed to maintain more or less the exact same expression and demeanor despite becoming more chatty.

A while later, Baen asked, ‘Are you having fun, Maud?”

“What do you think?”

“You know I don’t think. I’m a stallion; I get ideas in my head which are right so long as I don’t express them to any mares. But I’ll tell you that I think you’re having a good time.”

“Wrong on all three accounts. First, I doubt you’re really a true stallion. Second, you’re wrong even if no mare is around to tell you you are. Third, I haven’t had this good a time since Gilda gave me a very special wakeup call one morning in the tent…”

Baen’s mind leapt into foggy action. Suddenly, unbidden, without his suggestion, Maud had suddenly said something that sounded pretty raunchy. He teased her back, “You and Gilda must be very close friends.”

“We are very close. When you spend all day with someone, working with them, eating with them, living with them, drinking with them, bathing with them, eating them, especially in the Badlands, where it gets pretty cold at night…”

“Glad to hear you’re getting along well with your coworkers. I gotta say, though, it can get pretty cold some nights here, too, what with there being only one bed and all, graciously offered by the host, and it would be a shame to miss out on some really nice company.”

Suddenly, Maud sat straight up, looked Baen right in the eye, and demanded, “Baen, have you been planning this whole time to seduce me by taking me out to dinner before taking me back to your house, getting me all loaded up, and then suggesting that we share a bed, with a backup plan being that you would use my expressed gratitude and written statement that I would be indebted to you to sway me into having sex with you, because you know that I always say exactly what I mean, and you’ve spent this entirely night awkwardly trying to execute this plan of yours, because you feel awkward about trying to seduce a mare who is already your friend, because you really want to have sex with her, but you also don’t want to lose her friendship or hurt her.”

Baen was stunned. He just sat completely unable to process it for a great many moments. Then, he admitted sheepishly in just a whisper, “More or less.” Shit, shit, this was not good. Maud was leaning forwards towards him, unreadable as always.

“Why didn’t you just tell me that you’d like to fuck?”

Baen, in the most desperate, dangerous move of his life said, “Maud Pie, I want to fuck you.” This was it, his reckless death or glory charge. Either he’d finish tonight balls deep in Maud’s pussy with his cum leaking into her or he’d spend the night wishing that he had a booze-powered time machine.

With her voice in the same monotone as ever, she said, “Let’s do it.” With a wide smile, Baen got up from the table and put a limb around Maud, squeezing her plot.

“Allow me,” he said, leading her towards his bedroom.

She gave a glance downward followed by a casual remark. “I see you are excited to see me.”

“And to touch you, too.”

“I know I don’t look very excited, but if you saw how much I’m looking forward to this, the furniture would be floating.” Her speech was weird; it was the same robotic drone as always, but chattier and trying to be sexy. Baen brushed it off. They climbed the stairs, with both of them groping each other liberally. When they arrived in the bedroom, Maud unfastened her belt and stripped naked in seconds. Baen saw every inch of her glorious body, with its sensual curves, generous proportions, toned core, and inviting thighs spread just for him. She said, “Make me your mare.”

“Oh I will.” Baen licked his lips and went for the lightswitch.

“Baen, stop.” Baen did.

“What’s the matter? If you don’t want to do anything, that’s okay.”

“I’m okay. I just want to do it with the lights on. I’ve only been with one other stallion a few times before, and he always did it in the dark.”

Baen grinned. “So you want to see what’s going on when you’re being rutted, do you?”

“Yes. Is it weird?”

“I like it,” answered Baen, stepping forwards to claim his prize. He was about to spread her thigh when another interruption came from Maud.

“Take your armor off.”

“Are you sure?” He self-consciously patted his protection.

“It can’t be anything bad; you’re one sexy guy, and I want to see what it looks like when I fuck a hot stud.”

Baen was too drunk and too horny to say no to a stunning mare splayed before him. “If you wish. If you don’t like it, well, that’s your problem.” He removed his armor and cast it aside, where it clanged on the floor.

“Not bad,” remarked Maud. “You look very fuckable.”

“Maud, are you trying to talk sexy?”

“Yes.”

“Please stop it; you sound like bad porn dialogue.”

“You sound like bad porn dialogue.”

Baen laughed, “The difference is that I’m a professional at it; I never fail to make a mare groan.” He got on the bed, overlooking Maud’s naked body. He met her eyes and smiled. “Are you sure you want to do this?”

“Baen, you’re attractive, I’m offering myself to you, I haven’t had a stallion in ages, and I know that you want to fuck me until your cum gushes into me like liquid igneous rock, and you’re wondering if I want to have sex with you because you’re worried about my feelings. Don’t be so sedimentary – and I thought I was supposed to be the one with rocks in my head. Now hurry up and fuck me before I ride you so long that your dick fossilizes.”

With the biggest blush ever, Baen chucked, “Okay, okay, I’ll thrust my mountain into your rift valley.” Gently, he touched her face. “You’re pretty, Maud.” He lowered his muzzle to hers, holding his gaze with hers. He caressed her soft cheek, feeling the mare relax at his touch. A little heat came up and she pressed her lips to his. Maud was warm and soft, but not overly gentle. Her kiss, though distinctly feminine, was bold, brazen and hungry. She pressed against him without making any noise. He proffered his tongue, teasing against her slightly parted lips. She leapt at the opportunity, caressing his lips and tongue with her own, deepening the kiss as their hooves went elsewhere.

Baen’s hoof stroked her exposed throat. Then he gently touched her chest, feeling it rise and fall as a quickening pace. The heart within it beat furiously. Maud’s hoof pressed against Baen’s back, drawing him into a deep kiss and pressing their bodies together. He couldn’t resist her strength and enjoyed her soft touches on his face, the way she ruffled his mane. This was a simple mare, plain in speech, serious in work, open in friendship, and tender in bed. They held each other close, appreciating the warmth and softness. Slowly, Maud’s hoof ventured lower down, finding every strong muscle in the stallion’s body, admiring his body as a work of sculpted art. Deep within her, she felt a desire to feel him inside her, giving himself to her. She wanted to experience him. Her hoof came across something long and hard by his hips. “You are hard, like a rock,” she whispered into his ear. “Are you ready to rut me now?”

A twinkle came into Baen’s eye. “Not yet; I want to show my appreciation.”

“How?”

“Just lie back and let me make you feel good.” Baen kissed her lips again. Then, he kissed her cheek, then her chin, and then her throat as he laid down an erotic trail of kisses down her body, coating her liberally. He kissed her chest and then he rested his head against it, patting her chest. “I can hear your heartbeat.”

“What does it sound like.”

“Strong. You have a strong heart. I’d like to make it beat a little faster.” With those words, he clapped a hoof to her inner thigh, almost where it joined her body. The thumping in her chest jumped. The steady rise and fall of her breathing quickened. “It seems like you’re enjoying this,” he teased. He touched her slit, immediately feeling wetness. “Oh, you want it, don’t you?”

“Just give it to me before I lose my mind!”

“As you wish.” Baen laid more kisses down her belly, nearing her hips. As he approached her pussy, he slowed down. He felt her unsteady, shaking with anticipation. The smell of her lust was thick. Damn, he was hard; it took every bit of restraint in his body to resist the impulse to leap on this mare and fuck her raw, fuck her until he blacked out, fuck her until his balls ran dry. He held back for a moment to tease her, and then he licked her slit, a long lick from top to bottom straight up the middle. Silently, she shook and put a hoof on his head. Getting the message, Baen began to lick Maud more vigorously, making her twitch with pleasure. He licked her slit, her folds, her lips, but he never entered her with his tongue. Long, skillful strokes lapped at her dripping pussy. Maud was beautiful – he was an artist, she was his instrument, and he was going to play her until she sang like an angel.

Lick by lick, Maud got even hotter and wetter with every kiss as he pleasured her. As Baen planted a special kiss on a sensitive spot, Maud let out a little peep of pleasure. Pleased by her enthusiasm, he dove in deeper to her nethers. He ran his tongue around the edge of her waiting cunt, building anticipation for what was going to happen next. He kissed, licked, and sucked on her pussy deliberately, paying attention to her every little reaction, feeling his lover come alive. A little moan escaped her lips. Almost. He sped up, ravishing her with sensuous licks of the tongue, loving every inch of her. She moaned again, and at that very moment, he responded by thrusting his tongue into her cunt, immediately eliciting gasps from the mare. She rested her legs on his shoulders. “Faster,” she breathed.

Wordlessly, the stallion speed up, diving deeper and harder into her than before, earning squeals of carnal pleasure as she delighted in every last lick of his pleasurable onslaught. Her chest began to move more quickly and she shifted a bit, drawing herself closer. Baen pressed on for minute after minute. Her legs twitched. Her breath gradually started to come in quick, irregular gasps. “Good?”

“Yes.” Baen knew she was getting close. He dove in one last time, frantically teasing and licking her pussy. Her quickening gasps excited him. Just a little more…

“Baen!” Maud said almost too softly to hear, jerking her hips. Her body crashed over the limit as she lost control, pulling her lover deeper into herself, where he set her senses ablaze with every lick, sending her heart racing as sheer pleasure overwhelmed her. She let out a long, low, quiet moan, writhing her hips and shaking from her core. Baen hit her with jolt after jolt of pleasure, using her sensitive flesh to wrack her with quakes and primal moans as she gradually came down from her orgasm. She still exhaled in gasps as she released the stallion’s head from her thighs and stroked his head tenderly. For a long time, they were quiet.

“How was that?” Baen asked.

“That was nice, but I still want you to fuck me.”

Baen immediately leapt up with a glint in his eye. She was soaking wet and waiting for him, just as planned. He looked in her eyes and rubbed himself against her entrance. Praise the sun, she was wet! Ah fuck, she was hot, too. Just a little more, make her beg for it.

Suddenly, Baen found himself thrown into the air and slammed down onto the bed. “That’s enough; time to fuck you silly.”

“Maud?”

“I need a fuck. You need a fuck. Now shut up.” With that, she carefully brought her hips down over his, engulfing him with one slow stroke. Fuck, she felt good, so hot and tight. Baen shuddered even as he bucked his hips upwards on instinct. Maud touched his cheek and said, “No, you stay still. I am going to ride you like a bronco.” Maud began to slowly rock her hips up and down, back and forth. Baen could tell that he was truly pinned; this mare, this sexy mare, was going to fuck him senseless, and despite his love of being in control, the thought of being utterly powerless as a beautiful mare rode him turned him on more than he cared to admit.

Maud bucked her hips upwards, just slightly rubbing the underside of his cock. Baen grinned – the mare was good. He thrust up into her, feeling the slick walls of her pussy wrap around him as he filled her entirely. Maud smiled and brought her hips down, relishing feeling him deep inside. She kept him close, needing to feel him. Baen grabbed her hips, bringing her close. He held her down and she rocked her hips. Her lips let out a small moan of satisfaction.

Baen felt the pleasure rise with every thrust. Maud rode him slow and hard, taking him in all the way into her hot, sticky cunt, the slick walls teasing him with every motion, sliding over lightly where the pressure was soft, and stirring a deep chord of pleasure in his flesh where he pressed hard. Maud shook her hips, just teasing the sensitive tip of his cock with the erotic motion. It was deeply arousing to watch the mare shaking her luscious curves, watching as he disappeared inside her, being teased with the delicious sensations her insides gave him. This mare rode him excellently. Already, his balls were beginning to tighten even as he plateaued. An unexpected motion, a little flourish around his sensitive head made him twitch. He surged his hips into the mare, making her groan just a little. He grinned, noting the faint blush of arousal spreading across her cheeks, her lips beginning to hang open just a little bit. She took his hooves and placed them around her hips, continuing her sensuous dance, letting him feel her in a new way. Her body was so soft, so wonderful. He felt the well-honed muscles under her skin gently undulate with just a fraction of their strength. Her every move was deliberate, rocking him to where she felt best. She gave him pleasure as he took his from her, each giving the other gentle, tender touches and kisses all over their bodies. He admired the stunning beauty he held so intimately, touching her, feeling her against himself, so warm, so animate, so alive.

She locked eyes with him for a moment. Her expression, her eyes never shifted, even though the blush spreading across her face and the noises coming from her mouth spoke volumes. She felt him deep inside, in that place where she needed him most. His body felt good. He was hard like a rock inside her. He was strong. He was attractive. More than that, he was cute and available. As the pleasure continued to rise inside of her, she wondered if maybe he would like to do this – do her again. She noted down mentally that she would absolutely fuck him again if she got the chance. She felt him began to tense, just as she was doing within her own body. She was getting close. She felt herself only getting wetter and hotter, her motions only getting jerkier as she rode the stallion mercilessly, her body rejoicing in the feelings. She let out little moans, letting them fall from her lips to show her happiness. Right on the edge, she was so close. Just a bit further.,. So hot… So good… More, yes!

Wish a gasp, she pinned his legs down and shuddered just as he grunted, “Maud!” He came inside the quivering mare, helpless to stop her as she furiously bucked and rode through their orgasms, driving Baen wild with pleasure as he came, spilling hot loads of cum into her ecstatic pussy. “Fuck!” He yelled, finding himself pinned down as if by iron, his senses and resistance obliterated by the searing pleasurable lightning of climax. Maud cried out a wordless howl, bucking frantically, mad with lust and pleasure, taking from Baen all he had to give, feeling him spill deep inside her, hot cum flowing from his twitching cock as her pussy contracted around it to coax every last bit of pleasure from their release. Somehow, they ended up kissing, moaning into each other as they hung on for dear life, their bodies alight with orgasmic ecstasy. Their hearts pounded like mad in the frenzy, continuing even after they cooled down.

Baen’s cock still kept releasing small spurts of cum even after it retreated from Maud’s drenched pussy. In a blurry, contented haze, he kissed Maud on the cheek and whispered, “How’s that for getting your rocks off?”

Maud froze dead and then let loose a gale. “Totally awesome! I mean, sex is really really really really fun and totally feels super good, but that was incredible and we should totally do it again. You made me cum twice and you came inside me and I rode you like a maniac and then you made that really really really obvious pun, making this the best fucking night ever!”

Baen smiled back, “What was that about you not being like Pinkie Pie?”

Maud said nothing and instead just embraced him hard. Baen tried to move, only to realize that the mare had fallen asleep with a smile on her face. He draped his forelegs around her before drifting off to sleep.

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