"Oh my gosh, Deepy. You are so lucky!" Rose gushed over the lunch table.

"Big Mac is such a hottie. I always knew he had a dark side," Lily added.

"I wouldn't really call it a dark side," Deepthroat Cockslut said. "Big Mac's a stallion just like the rest of them. They have needs."

"So, are you two, like, a thing?" Daisy asked.

The three mares leaned in for the answer, and Deepy felt like even the passerby were listening.

"I don't think so. I mean, he smiles at me when we pass each other. Don't get me wrong, I'd gladly take another roll in the hay with him if he wanted to, but I think he's keeping quiet about it. So you really can't tell anypony."

"We won't," Rose assured her. "Big Mac's a good guy, and Applejack would be furious with him, especially if Apple Bloom found out. But still, that part about Granny Smith was pretty funny."

"Why don't you just date him, though? Then what would be the problem?" Daisy pressed.

Deepy just shook her head. "Dating's... hard for a mare like me. I don't think one stallion could ever be enough."

"Wow. You're something else, Deepy. Sometime's I think Toe Tapper's just too much."

Deepy just offered an encouraging smile. She was hardly scanning the crowd, but her talent infused every part of her, and just as when she was young, her eyes gravitated toward every ballsack she could see. But sometimes, a good pair stood out to her.

They were huge. Almost freakishly so. Even from across the market, she could see that these jewels would put Big Mac's own impressive set to shame. Everything about them, from the way they sat between his legs to they way they hung, like his entire sack was stretched by the sheer weight of such massive balls, all caught Deepthroat Cockslut's attention. She was wetting the mushroom seat beneath her almost immediately with her arousal, the heat starting to catch fire and spread through her entire body.

"Who... is that?" Deepthroat Cockslut pointed.

The three mares turned to see who she meant. "Him?" Rose asked incredulously. Deepy nodded. "That's Gizmo Poindexter. What about him?"

"What do you mean?" Deepy asked, appalled that they hadn't noticed that which was too big to ignore. "Look at his set! How does he even walk straight with those?"

Her friends blushed, but only Lily took a quick look. "They're pretty big, I guess..."

"He's such a dork, though," Daisy said. "There's no way he's even kissed a mare, Deepy. He can hardly even talk to us."

Once Deepy managed to remove her gaze from between his legs, she started to notice what her friends meant. He wasn't a tall stallion. Or a strong stallion. Or even a handsome stallion, with a light coat and greasy brown mane and a pencil mustache to boot, like he was still in middle school. The thick black glasses and bowtie topped it all off. Deepthroat Cockslut could see why the other mares were so shocked. Without Deepy's eyes, he was anything but appealing.

Rose, at least, was a bit more encouraging. "If you think he's hot, you should go introduce yourself."

Deepthroat Cockslut nodded. She never had trouble with the less-attractive stallions. They were all beautiful once her head was between their legs. Plus, the nerdy ones were always very grateful for her attention. This Gizmo could be one of her favorites.

Still, crossing the distance between where she sat and where he walked on the road was always a little nerve-wracking. But the knowledge that he would likely be more nervous than she was helped to calm her.

Deepy decided to do it quick, like a bandage. "Hey there," she said as she caught up to him.

"Gah!" Somehow she had managed to startle him, and as he jumped a few papers flew out of his stuffed saddlebags.

"Oh, sorry! Here," Deepy said, already leaning down to help him collect them. He scrambled to gather them, and she placed the few she collected back in his bags. From the numbers and graphs she had seen on the sheets, she could tell he was the real deal, not just some pony attempting to be trendy.

"Sorry. Didn't see you there," he said, but as he picked his head up to look at Deepy, she could tell that would be the last clear sentence she would get from him. The blush hit his face like he was sunburned, and she could see the lump forming in his throat beneath the plaid bowtie. Now that she was up close, she had to admit that the acne and buck teeth were pretty unappealing, but she had the same problems in middle school, and it was nothing braces and some cleanser couldn't fix. At least he was taller than she was.

"That's alright. I'm Deepthroat Cockslut," she introduced herself. Quick like a bandage.

The poor thing looked like he would choke on his own tongue. "Uhh... Gizmo..." he mumbled. His voice sounded like he needed to blow his nose; like he had a cold.

There was a moment of heavy, awkward silence. Deepthroat Cockslut had never had to ask another pony out before; usually it was the stallion asking her. But after what she had seen, she really wanted to get to know him a little better. She shuffled nervously. "So... what are you doing?" she asked.

"Lunch..." he answered.

She had found her opening. "Oh! Would you, maybe, like to get lunch with me?" Never before had Deepy felt so out of her comfort zone, and she actually felt tense waiting for his response.

"Like... a... date?" he said quietly.

"Um... yeah, I guess," Deepy said. He still hadn't answered yet, and it was killing her.

"Well, aren't I... supposed to ask you?" he said.

"What?"

"Isn't the s-stallion supposed to ask the mare?" he repeated, clearly as nervous and intimidated as she was.

"Uh... sure, I guess?" she answered.

He cleared his throat. "Then, uh, would you, uhh, like to... you know... go to... dinner with- with me?" he managed.

"Yes! I'd love to." She let out a long breath of relief. "Meet back here at six?" she said.

"Um... s-sure..." he answered.

"Great! Looking forward to it!" Deepthroat Cockslut said as she skipped off. She couldn't help but be excited. All his stammering and blushing was rather cute, and besides, even if it was with easily the nerdiest colt on the planet, a mare would always look forward to being taken on a date.

She needed the help of her friends. There wasn't much time until dinner, and she still had to get a bath, wash her face, pick out a dress, pick out her shoes, pick out her accessories, do her makeup, do her mane, and pick out her perfume. And that was just the basics. Her friends would tell her it was too much effort to waste on a colt like Gizmo, but the effort was half the fun, and even if she was out of his league, Deepy had found that the shy ones were often the sweetest.

"No way! Like, Prince Shining Armor?" Deepy leaned over the table.

"Y-yeah. Canterlot High, same class," Gizmo answered. Her enthusiasm brought another flush to his cheeks, but at least he managed to speak. It wasn't exactly a candelight dinner, but it wasn't a burger joint either, so he earned points for that. Still, the tuxedo he had chosen to wear was a little much. Not that she was going to call him on it.

The conversation, surprisingly, had been good enough that Deepthroat Cockslut barely noticed the little faux pas. "So what was he like in high school?"

"He was a dork, like me," Gizmo answered. "We used to play Ogres and Oubliettes in his parents' basement all the time. We even helped him get with Cadance his junior year. I think he stopped being all nerdy once he joined the guard, though. I haven't heard from him since he moved to the Cyrstal Empire."

"Does any pony ever stop being nerdy? Once a geek, always a geek," Deepy answered.

"I guess you're right," he said, wearing a shy smile. But despite his timidness, he kept the conversation going. "So what were you like in high school?"

"Oh, I was a cheerleader. Sorry," she said. Deepthroat Cockslut knew that was basically admitting they were like mortal enemies.

"It's alright. Cadance was a cheerleader, too, and she was nice," Gizmo answered. "What about now?"

"Well, now I'm a nurse."

"Like in the magazines?" Gizmo said quickly. His hoof snapped over his mouth, and there was a moment of heavy silence. His face turned red, and Deepy realized he meant those magazines.

"Oh, no, no, I work in geriatrics," she chuckled.

"Uh, I'm so s-sorry, I didn't mean-" Gizmo stammered.

But Deepy just smiled and waved her hoof at him. "It's alright. With a name like mine, I totally understand. I don't mind. There's nothing to be embarrassed about," she assured him. He nodded, and they finally took some bites of their food. As cute as he was, Deepy couldn't help but let her mind wander to that big set between his legs. She wondered if he had the cock to match. She had taken stallions before who had impressive gems but small shafts. But she shook her head a little, admonishing herself, trying to focus on eating. When the air had cleared, she steered the conversation back to polite territory. "So what do you do?"

"I'm an astrophysicist," he answered. He even pushed his glasses up, a moment of smug intelligence for the dorky stallion.

"And I thought med school was hard. You must be some kind of genius," she said.

"It's not... that big of a deal," he said, smiling wide but remaining red. "Med school isn't e-easy either."

"That's sweet of you to say, Mr. Smarty Pants," she said. "So what do you do?"

"Oh, uh, I study celestial bodies, their movements, and attempt to predict their behaviors. Right now I'm studying black holes." He seemed much more confident once he was speaking about something in his field of expertise.

"Go on," was all Deepy had to say to get the flood going. She tried her best to keep up, asking questions instead of just nodding and flattering him, and he seemed to really appreciate the effort. Even if he was smarter than she was, Deepthroat Cockslut wasn't about to have this nerdy stallion assume she was a dumb bimbo.

Eventually, their plates grew cold, their food half-eaten. Gizmo insisted on paying, and Deepy allowed it. Luna's moon had risen over the streets of Ponyville, full and bright, and the two strolled together, the conversation still going. "Did you... have fun tonight? I didn't mean to talk so much," Gizmo said.

"It was great. You don't have to worry so much," Deepthroat Cockslut answered. And she meant it. If the night were to end right here, she could go to sleep happy. But she didn't want it to end here. "I don't have to go just yet, if you don't want to take me home right away. Didn't you say you lived nearby?"

"Uh, yeah. Would you w-w-want to come over?" he asked.

"I'd love to." Deepy smiled wide.

His apartment was smaller than she expected, and rather cluttered, with stacks of books and papers holding dirty plates and silverware scattered around. It wasn't the worst she had seen, though. "Sorry about the mess," he said.

"It's alright. No pony likes doing the dishes," she assured him.

"So I uh, guess this is my, uh, castle," he said with a nervous smile.

"And what a fine abode it is," Deepy answered, affecting a Canterlot accent. "May I see the lord's chambers?"

"Wha-?" the syllable spilled out of his mouth, and Deepthroat Cockslut realized she had taken him off-guard. She could practically smell the nervous arousal on him. "I mean, if you want to look around, sure. G-go ahead," he mumbled.

Deepthroat Cockslut sighed. She knew she would have to come clean with him at some point. She sat on the couch, and after a moment, he took a seat next to her, moving a stack of papers aside to do so. "Gizmo, I want to tell you something."

He nodded, looking down. "It's okay. You don't have to say it."

She just shook her head, smiling. "I really like you."

His head snapped up. "R-really?"

"Yes. You're smart and you're sweet, and I know you're nervous, but I don't want you to be. I know you like me, too. But that wasn't what I wanted to tell you."

"O-okay..." he trailed off with a big gulp.

She sighed. "I wanted to tell you that, well, I didn't get this name for no reason."

"O-oh... that's okay," he answered.

She chuckled. "Thanks. Some guys don't like me being a... well, a slut. But I've always loved being with stallions. It's my special talent." He nodded, and she could hear his shallow, excited breathing, and almost hear his heart pounding in his chest. "I wanted to see your home because I wanted to... be alone with you." His breathing seemed to stop. He was dumbstruck. "Have you ever kissed a mare?"

It was a long moment, and a big gulp, before he could answer. "N-no."

She smiled sweetly at him. "Could I kiss you?"

He only nodded. Gizmo crawled over to her, and she could see the sweat dripping down his temple. Once he was close, Deepthroat Cockslut took the reins. She nuzzled into his neck, taking in his dusty, musty smell, like old books. Slowly, she inched her way upward. His eyes were wide as could be, but his lips were parted perfectly.

Deepthroat Cockslut planted her lips to Gizmo's. They were soft, as soft as his little mustache on her lips, and his kiss was sweet, as innocent as his little Celestia-blessed heart.

Finally, the kiss broke, and Gizmo seemed to stare into space. "Wow," was all he could manage. His grin was almost too wide for his face, and she could tell how much it meant to him. She nestled into him, her head on his slender chest, listening to his excited heart.

"Thanks," she said.

"Thank you," he answered.

Deepy steeled herself once more. "Can I ask you something else?"

"S-sure," he answered.

Deepthroat Cockslut looked up at him once more, the sweetest of smiles on her face. "Could I suck your cock?"

Gizmo's voice was like a whisper. "Okay."

He stood, and she followed him. He opened the door to his bedroom, and after he lit the lamp, she realized she should have expected the spectacle. Toys, action figures, and posters of all sorts covered every surface and nearly every inch of wall space. While most of them were tough warrior-looking stallions or sleek, futuristic pilots, many of them were mares, proportioned and dressed to be impossibly sexy. She hoped that with all these near-lewd images surrounding him, he would have a strong sex drive to match.

Gizmo froze, realizing how pathetic things must look to Deepy right now. He even had Ponan the Barbarian bed sheets. She just smiled. "Lay down with me," she said, spreading herself on top of his sheets, intentionally striking a sexy pose. She could tell by the way he stared at her that what he was seeing was a fantasy come true for him.

With shaky steps, he made his way toward the bed. She moved toward him, placing herself in his arms as he laid down. He was on his back now, and she realized that if she turned her head a little, she could probably get a much better look at his nuts, and maybe even his shaft starting to emerge from the sheath. But she didn't want to spoil the surprise. Focusing on him, she kissed at his neck, eliciting a moan.

His hooves rubbed over her shoulders and down her back, and it was clear he was still trying to be polite. She chuckled into his ear. "You can go a little lower if you like. I'm all yours, Gizmo."

"O-okay," he said again. His breathing was shallow as his hoof slowly slipped down until it was resting on her soft ass. "Ohh," he groaned as he gave her ample rump a squeeze, feeling a surge of power run through him.

"Mmm," she moaned in his ear, letting him know how much she liked it. With her encouragement, he grew a little more bold, his hooves sliding around to her front, gingerly flicking over her nipples. "Ohh, Gizmo," she moaned again, enticing him to give her teats a squeeze, rolling them around in his hooves as he liked.

Deepy was dripping wet with anticipation alone. She couldn't take it any longer. She knew he was hard, and she wanted to see it. With one last kiss to his chest, she let her eyes take him in.

If she didn't know any better, she would have sworn he had a medical condition. If Big Mac was twice the size of a normal stallion, Gizmo could have been three. It stood before her, tall, thick, proud, light brown, and throbbing, begging for her attentions. The very sight of it left her feeling weak. Of course, the balls that crowned such a magnificent cock were just as impressive, full and round, each bigger than a grapefruit, hanging low in their sack, ready to feed her the hot, gooey cum she craved.

"Celestia's tits, Gizmo," Deepthroat Cockslut swore under her breath, her throat wetting with desire.

"What?" he asked.

"You're huge," she said. "I've sucked a lot of cocks in my day, but I've never seen one even close to being that big."

"Really?"

"Gizmo, you could be the most hung stallion in all of Equestria. The whole world, even."

He gulped again, but grinned. "Thanks," he said.

Deepy moved around in front of him. "I can't believe I'm the first mare who gets to do this. I feel so lucky," she said. As she plopped down in front of him, his massive shaft blocking her view of his face, she asked, "Excited?"

"Yes," he breathed.

"Good. You just lean back, relax, and enjoy yourself." She watched him wiggle around, every movement jiggling his huge balls hypnotically before her as he settled in, spreading himself over the bed. He let out a long sigh, and she peeked around his girth to see a happy smile on his face. She hadn't even started yet, but already she felt warm and fuzzy inside.

As much as she wanted to feel that dick spreading her throat, Deepthroat Cockslut remembered her manners. Leaning forward, she planted a few kisses on his sack, running her lips over his nuts to prepare them. Gizmo groaned above her, having only ever fantasized about a mare lavishing him like this. Deepy began to administer light licks, taking in every detail about his balls. She firmly believed you could tell a lot about a stallion's character from his balls, and apart from the incredible size, forcing his thighs to spread wide, she noticed that they had almost the same dusty, musty smell that the rest of him did, like old books. But there was something more, the musky, primal smell of a pent-up stallion with a high sex drive; the lustful, masculine smell of an incessant masturbator's ballsack. The smell spoke to Deepthroat Cockslut like a whiff of destiny, and she prepared herself to right the wrong of such a well-endowed stallion being a virgin.

But once she had thoroughly pleasured his balls, she looked up toward his cock, and for the first time in her life, she faltered. Gizmo's cock was staggering. Deepy wondered if she could take it all, a thought she hadn't entertained in her entire life. She feared she couldn't. She would have to change her name to Halfthroat Cockslut, and apologize to poor Gizmo for not delivering the very best blowjob a stallion could ask for.

No. She couldn't be beaten before she even tried. She had never gagged on a dick in her life, and she wasn't about to now. She would be letting down the entire female sex if she failed to pleasure this stallion properly. So, bracing her resolve, Deepthroat Cockslut administered a few more licks to Gizmo's balls, slowly working up to his sheath.

"Ohh, Deepy," he sighed, his cock throbbing against her lips. Inching her way up his shaft with licks and kisses was like climbing a mountain. Where she was used to feeling the tip of a stallion, instead she only nibbled on his midring. The journey was leaving the bedsheets beneath her soaked, though, and the anticipation alone of feeling his mighty shaft inside of her left her heart pounding as hard as his.

At long last, she reached the summit. The fat head of Gizmo's cock, leaking a steady stream of precum, with every curve and throb inviting her to go further. She rubbed his length affectionately with her hoof, noticing that she would never be able to wrap her hooves around such a thick girth.

"Thank you for this, Gizmo," she said, stars in her eyes as she looked toward him.

He was red and sweating, but grinning. "Thank you, Deepthroat Cockslut," he managed to say her full name.

With a nod, there was nothing left. It was time to see if she could take it all, and by Luna, was she ready. Just as she had done hundreds of times before, Deepthroat Cockslut opened her mouth, and began to take the head.

He groaned as her breath and lips covered his tip, but already she faced setbacks. He was too thick for her to cover her teeth, and she knew that a bitejob was worse than being a virgin. She had never faced this problem before, and she knew it was only going to get worse as she went lower, as his shaft thickened toward the base. But she couldn't give up now. Relaxing, breathing calmly through her nose, she opened her jaw a little wider, letting her lips slip over her teeth as she gained a couple more inches.

"Ohh, yeah," Gizmo groaned, and the feedback encouraged her. She went a little further before facing her next obstacle: fitting his head into her throat. Deepthroat Cockslut simply did not possess a gag reflex, but gagging wasn't the issue. Her throat was tighter than her mouth, which was normally intensely pleasurable for stallions, but this made it all the more difficult to fit this titanic cock inside of her. Still, she took another series of deep breaths, preparing to let her throat stretch and expand, and when she was ready, she pressed forward for the next few inches, feeling a bit of pressure as the cockhead hit her throat, then a small pop as it pushed past.

She moaned around the shaft just as Gizmo moaned aloud. He was in her throat now, which meant that the hardest part was over. As she slid down, letting her wet lips and hot throat clamp around his shaft, she felt pleasure spread through her own body. Deepthroat Cockslut was in heaven. Her marehood throbbed as heavily as his cock did, and she felt so gloriously spread, so wonderfully filled with stallion meat if she were to die now, she would be happy. But a thrill ran down her spine, as there was still so much more Gizmo left to suck.

His midring was another small hurdle, but Deepy could barely breathe now, let alone take deep breaths, so she simply had to power over it, forcing her lips wider as it popped into her mouth. Her jaw almost ached it was stretched so wide, but it was a good ache, like having her ass spanked by a rough stallion. Gizmo was quivering now, his hips jerking as Deepy's lips and tongue teased and swirled over his sensitive areas. Now that she could see him, she watched his mouth open, taking in deep gulps of air as he grinned wide. For once, he seemed to push all nervousness aside, simply enjoying the pleasure of having his cock sucked, and wearing his satisfaction plainly on his face.

Deepthroat Cockslut enjoyed herself too, her eyes rolling up in bliss as she sank her mouth lower and lower. Gizmo continued to thicken, his cock truly monstrous, but Deepy took it like a champion, negotiating every inch, tending to it skillfully and lovingly. She could see herself nearing the base, but the last problem presented itself. Once again, Gizmo was simply too long, and too thick.

She cursed in her mind. She was certain she could have spread her mouth a little wider for the last several inches if his thick tip wasn't lodged so deeply within her. But she didn't want to stop here. Her pussy was burning, dripping fiery juices, her entire upper body tingling with ecstatic sensations. She wouldn't stop here. She wanted to take every last inch of Gizmo's godly cock. She didn't care if he was nerdy and awkward and no other mare in her right mind would talk to him, much less fellate him. She needed to have her throat absolutely stuffed full of him. She needed to bury her muzzle into his sheath, to smell his male scent again as every inch of her tongue and throat worked for his pleasure. She needed to hear him roar in orgasm, and she needed to taste the sweet ambrosia that was his cum, brewing in his heavy balls. She needed to be facefucked and made his cumdump, and she wasn't going to let Celestia or Discord or a few more inches stop her.

Positively shaking with lust, Deepthroat Cockslut rammed herself forward, the last of Gizmo's gigantic cock sliding into her with wet heat. He bucked forward, and with another pop within her, his midring entered her throat. Deepthroat Cockslut had never felt something that thick so deep within her, and it was the ultimate feeling of being spread, the pinnacle of everything awesome about sucking cock.

Deepthroat Cockslut came. With her marehood spasming, gushing female juices onto the sheets below, Deepthroat Cockslut came. With every muscle in her body clenching, her arms and legs jerking and her gut wrenching, everything inside of her like fireworks, Deepthroat Cockslut came. With loud, needy moans dying around the massive cock inside of her, her throat gulping around the shaft, milking it as her lips pursed around the sheath, Deepthroat Cockslut came. And Deepthroat Cockslut came hard. Harder than she ever had in her life. Harder than when the hoofball players fucked in her the locker room, harder than when the Omega Omega stuffed her full of their own nerdy dicks, even harder than when Big Macintosh humped her like a bull in season. As much pleasure as Deepthroat Cockslut had gained from performing her talent, she had never felt like this before. So many times she had sucked dick only for the pleasure it brought her. But this opened up an entirely new world to her, a world of shared pleasure with this very special stallion, and as her thoughts and emotions died to her euphoric pleasure, she wanted only to spend the rest of her life sucking this cock.

A noise came to her. "You okay?" Gizmo was asking her from above.

Deepthroat Cockslut responded by withdrawing a few inches, only to mash her face back down, moaning as Gizmo's rock-hard stallionhood massaged her throat better than her marehood could have ever been fucked. Even with her hooves still trembling to fondle his wonderful balls, she could feel her next orgasm building, and she prayed that Gizmo could last long enough to deliver it to her.

She used every trick she knew on him, loving every bit of meat she was offered, tending to every part with painstaking detail. Gizmo groaned and sighed above her. Just as she hoped, he wrapped his hoof in her mane, male instinct taking over, as he pressed her down, bucking his hips upward, taking just as much pleasure as he could, and she was happy to give. Watching his face twist into silly grins of pleasure, listening to his grunts and moans, tasting, smelling, and feeling so much of him so intimately was what fueled her extreme ecstasy. This was why she sucked cock, not for her own pleasure, but for his pleasure. She knew that if he wasn't enjoying it so much, she wouldn't have came as hard as she did. So, redoubling her efforts, determined to give Gizmo a blowjob worthy of his perfect maleness, Deepthroat Cockslut did destiny's work on him.

She came four more times, each time only encouraging her to pleasure him more. But as she felt her sixth orgasm draw near, she felt his balls pull away from her hoof, his sighs turn into gasps, and his head toss back. Her stallion was about to cum now, and in that moment, nothing else mattered to Deepthroat Cockslut.

"Ah! Deepy, I'm gonna- Ohhh," he groaned. She picked up the pace, slurping messily at his length. She tugged on his balls, drawing them away to draw out his pleasure, and she nipped at his sheath with her tongue, working her throat to stroke every inch of him. She was ready.

"AH! YES!" he screamed. Deepthroat Cockslut froze, letting Gizmo do his thing. With a massive throb, the first spurt of cum shot into her stomach, heavy and plentiful, and more was on the way. Deepthroat Cockslut simply closed her eyes, let her own orgasm take her, and drank from him.

Gizmo came so much, Deepy felt like she was dreaming. All too soon she felt her stomach filling, but the flow was too much, his essence filling her throat before it could manage to flow into her belly. Her marehood gave a hard throb, and a spurt of whatever juices she had left in her when the taste first hit the back of her tongue. Bitter, tangy, salty, thick, hot, and dirty, it was better than she could have imagined. Her senses left her when her mouth finally filled with cum, and she savored every drop, letting it fill her mouth as much as his shaft did, letting it flow down her lips and cheeks before beginning to gulp it down, drinking it slowly like it was a fine wine.

The moment seemed to last forever, Gizmo's orgasm long and plentiful. Deepthroat Cockslut enjoyed every moment of it. For her, having her throat full of thick, meaty cock, drinking warm, gooey cum straight from a stallion's nuts was nothing short of heaven.

When it was over, Deepthroat Cockslut slowly withdrew, the sensation of all that stallion flesh flowing out of her threatening to send her into another trembling orgasm. But when she finally released the head with a pop, she let out a satisfied, "Ahh." She looked down as Gizmo, his face still contorted in euphoria, every part of him still twitching with orgasm.

She laid down next to him, the fatigue of such a difficult cocksucking taking its toll on her. "Thank... you..." Gizmo panted.

Deepthroat Cockslut laid her head on his sweaty chest, rubbing her hoof over his tired balls. "No, thank you, Gizmo," she said. She gave him a peck on the cheek, and looked at her, smiling.

"So... can I ask you something?" he spoke up, a little more confidently than before.

"Of course."

"Will... you be my marefriend?"

This was a question Deepy had been asked before, and she knew where this road led. Jealousy, hurt, and heartbreak. But to her, Gizmo was more than just any other stallion, and she didn't want this to be a one-time thing. She didn't even want him to be just another "friend" of hers, even if things were moving very quickly. But she knew she would hurt him.

"Gizmo... I don't know if that's a good idea."

"Oh," he said. "I get it."

"No, it's not you. I'm... really a slut. I love sucking cock so much, I just can't help myself. Every other relationship I've had before ended because I couldn't keep myself to just one stallion. I don't want to hurt you like that. You're really a special guy, and you deserve better."

He nodded. But in a moment of strength, he said, "I don't care."

"What?"

"I don't want to be cheated on, but you're the only mare that's ever noticed me. If you're going to hurt me, that's fine. I wish you wouldn't but I still want to try. If it happens, I'll deal with it then."

"Really?" she asked. No stallion had ever reacted like that. What he was saying was more accepting and kind than she had ever received from a male before. And she was truly touched.

"Really," Gizmo answered. "I like you, and I want to make it work, no matter what it takes."

She nuzzled into his chest, swearing she felt more strength in his arms and chest than she had before, his limbs wrapped around her making her feel so very safe. "Okay, Gizmo. I'd love to be your marefriend."

He chuckled to himself. "Awesome," he said, in that nerdy, nasally rasp.

She pecked him on the cheek. "Get some sleep. I'll suck your dick again in the morning, if you like."

"Yes please," he answered. He blew out his lamp, and after the two laid in the darkness for a while longer, he spoke again. "Goodnight, Deepthroat Cockslut."

"Goodnight, Gizmo."

The last sound heard in the room before the two fell asleep was Gizmo planting a kiss on his marefriend's head.