The wind was soft that Thursday afternoon. The weather ponies of Baltimare were flying by and ending their shifts for the day. A single pegasus was at the edge of the park, practicing golf swings. In front of her laid a golf ball, ready to be shot to an undefined goal. She stood on her hind legs, as opposed to how normal ponies would play golf. She had the club in her front hooves and tightly held on to it. With a final test swing, she felt confident not to screw it up and slowly moved the golf club over her head, ready to swing. A few moments passed as she just watched the ball lying there, her mane dangling in front of her face but not cutting her view of the ball. She adjusted her position and took a strong swing. She missed the ball and the golf club slipped from her grip. With a slightly irritated but still interested gaze, she watched how the club flew through the air...

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It was quitting time at the Baltimare Train Yard. Ponies had been working hard, doing maintenance on train engines, building new designs, and putting up with rough customers and tight schedules. A stallion with a mint green coat and navy blue mane was leaving the warehouse next to the train station, looking rather aloof and distracted. A small crowd of other ponies were leaving behind him. He took a turn towards an empty looking street, a district of small businesses filled with restaurants, bars, and coffee shops, likely anticipating hungry, thirsty workers after a long day. For him, it was bound to be a very routinary evening of buying some dinner and taking it back to his apartment. He was glad to have options to keep things from getting repetitive.

WHACK

A sudden, sharp pain erupted in his skull, a long blunt object hit him right in the temple. The force knocked him over and he fell flat on his face into a puddle of mud. He clutched his head with his forehooves and fought the tears from coming, grinding his teeth as the agonizing pain felt like it was perforating his brain.
The mare had followed her flying club and found it laying next to him. She gazed upon him, curiously. Not putting much thought on him, she stepped over him to get her club. The stallion squirmed under her steps, but she dismissed it. She had her eyes set on her favorite club. It was not that expensive and looked like rather ordinary; there was nothing truly special about it... but she loved it regardless. Playing golf with that felt as good as the content feeling of touching herself while drinking alcohol and reading dirty novels. She took the club in her hooves and examined it for damages. Searching it up and down, running her hoof over it to make sure, flipping it on its side. She found a thin streak of blood running down the club’s head. She licked it clean, with complete disregard of who may be watching.

The stallion stirred and groaned. He put his hooves on the ground and weakly pushed himself up. He was squinting his eyes and biting his lip to suppress the pain. He kneaded his temple and felt a soft, wet lump. He hissed at the sensation. He looked at his hoof and found blood where it touched his head. His eyes nearly exploded out of his face at the sight. He looked up to see the mare, who was quietly staring at him. She was holding the club under a wing. He immediately noticed the blood on it. With a shriek, he dropped to the ground again.

“PLEASE DON’T HURT ME!” He said, quivering with fear.

The mare tried to not burst out laughing.

“What are you talking about?” She asked herself and shook her head.

“I DON’T WANT ANY TROUBLE! IF YOU WANT MY MONEY, JUST TAKE IT!”

She watched him quietly as he begged for mercy. The way he was doing this, covering his head with his hooves, the way he suffered, the way he looked. It was very charming and amusing to her, but there was something more. The kind of aura that surrounded him.
She felt something washing over her as she looked into his pained expression, but she pushed it down. His submissiveness was very cute. She smirked as a naughty thought crossed her mind.

“The convenience of this is just too absurd.” She thought to herself. She licked her lips like a predator, ready to consume its prey. She moved toward him and knelt down to his eye level.

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The stallion opened his eyes with hesitation. What awaited him was the sight of the mare, staring at him with a smouldering expression. She held out a hoof towards him.

“Bananasplit. Nice to meet you.”

He was very confused. One moment, he thought this lady was going to maul him. Now, she was looking at him in a manner that, if it had been a different time and place, would make him think she was trying to seduce him.

“Uh…” Her eyes were brown and shiny, almost hypnotizing.

“...you OK?” She asked.

The stallion shook his head and returned to reality.
“Skyler. Skyler Loft.”

He accepted her hoof and took it. Just as he was being pulled up, she let him go and fall into the mud again. He could hear her chuckling, amused at what she did. This annoyed Skyler, but still didn’t know what to make of this mysterious girl, so he didn’t show it. He once again pulled himself from the ground. He could feel her gaze following him with that sultry expression. It was when he stood up that he could finally get a full look at her. She was a jet black pegasus from top to bottom, even her mane and tail, with a white underbelly. The only bits of color on her body were the dangerous looking Cutie Mark, a green apple-shaped grenade, and a streak of hair, both on her mane and tail, that was dyed yellow.

Skyler hadn’t realized that his jaw had dropped. Without thinking, his eyes studied her all over; the way her dark coat showed off her curvy hips, the soft, inviting look of her chest fur, the way her long, curvy mane fell over one half of her face. His eyes eventually locked with hers, and he saw her growing hunger within her. She was undeniably pretty, beautiful... stunning. Like any mare, but feeling like she was hiding something wild, something dangerous. She must’ve been the most beautiful mare he had ever seen. Skyler couldn't help but crush on her.

Bananasplit chuckled again and pointed at her chin. Skyler didn’t understand at first, but when he touched his own chin, he felt something sticky. He hadn’t noticed that he had been drooling while staring at her. He quickly wiped it off and turned away, embarrassed. The lady snickered at this, tickled by how delightful he looked. This stirred that warm feeling that had been building inside her even more. The moment could not be more satisfying.

‘ I am such a whore…’ she thought.

“Sorry about that. Does it hurt?” She asked, pointing at his head.

“Huh? Oh…” Skyler rubbed his head. “Yeah…”

“Maybe this will help.” She stepped forward and grabbed his head with her front hooves. She pushed it down, and planted a soft, long kiss on his wound. Skyler was perplexed, to say the least. However, his face was being buried in Bananasplit’s underbelly, which was just as soft as it looked. It was as comforting as the kiss. When she was done, she stepped back and flashed him the same look as before.

“Better?”

Skyler was too blown away to answer. He just stood there dumbfounded, his face looking like a giant tomato. Split enjoyed seeing him like that, but was starting to get a little impatient. She walked up to him and shoved him hard on the shoulder with her hoof.
"Hey!" she said, demanding his attention.
He yelped and took a step back. They locked eyes and for a brief moment he saw something dark, intimidating in her eyes. Good that his bladder was empty.
Split licked her lips before speaking again. Her voice was sharp as knifes but sweet as sugar.
“Now listen here, boy. I am sorry that my club hit you in the head but I can't help but notice how…” Her eyes darted up and down, sizing him up. “...handsome you are.”

No one had ever called Skyler that.

“ And it would be a total waste if I had to... dispose of you.” She made a hard emphasis on the word ‘dispose’. “But I can't let you go off just like that, because you might call the guard on me for whatever strange reason."

“Wha-? What are you talking about?” Skyler wasn’t keeping up with whatever the mare was going on about.

“I think it would be for the best if we keep this little incident between us. If you do…”
- she leaned closer and whispered in his ear- "...I’ll make it worth your while."

Those words echoed inside Skyler’s ear. They gave him goosebumps and made him tingle all over.

“W-w-what do you mean?” He stuttered.

Split looked around, as if trying to find something. “Do you know where we can get some...privacy?” She winked at him.

The question... no, demand was too sudden for Skyler's own good. He looked her up and down again. She looked stunning with the sun behind her head, setting behind the horizon, for what her true intent was, he did not know... but it was clear to him what she wanted. Sex for silence, apparently. This kind of thing is only possible in animes, right? RIGHT? Still, not even in his wildest dreams had he considered he’d have such a chance with such a smoking hot mare.

The entire nature of that question hanged on him. He’d be lying if he said he wouldn’t want to have sex with her right then and there. His immature part took over and imagined all the naughty things he would do with her, even though she was a perfect stranger. However, her aggressiveness was almost frightening, which probably would not have happened with a normal pony.

After debating it in his head, Skyler nodded, unsure of what he was getting into.

Her stare softened to a gaze of calmness. This was the first time for Skyler to even see any emotion in her eyes other than desire. Suddenly he felt more confident in this situation and flashed her a smile..

"Lead the way, stud." she said, turning around and brushing her tail in his face. It was soft and smelled so sweet, very enchanting. Skyler let out a goofy giggle and rubbed the back of his head.

“Um...my apartment is this way.” He pointed in a direction away from him, and walked towards it, with his mate walking next to him. As they walked, Split stared at Skyler’s cutie mark, a hammer smashing a cog.

“So, was I right to assume that you work with big machines?"

Skylar looked confused at first but got himself straight before answering, "Oh, yes, I build train engines..." he looked at her Cutie Mark, trying to not get distracted by her shapely curves, oscillating with her every step.

"What is your talent?"

Skylar found her Cutie Mark very interesting, grenades were a recent discovery and so far used for parties, filled with confetti. The Apple just added to the mystery; why the apple?

"It’s a secret." she said. No room for further conversation.

"Oh."

While he wasn’t looking, Split was eying his flank, licking her lips, and resisting the urge to squeeze it. She felt her tongue rubbing against her teeth, which for a split second, felt sharp like fangs. This made Split momentarily regain her composure.

As they walked down the roads of Baltimare together, Skyler glanced at the mare at his side. Somebody, who gave him the most unnatural fear of his entire life, yet at the same time, aroused him like no other mare had before. It was like staring at death itself, but instead of an old friend, it looked like a promise of unimaginable pleasure. He wanted to know more about that Mare and decided to small talk, even if it was just to make himself feel at ease.

"So... where are you from?" he asked casually.

"From a place where you do not belong," she replied in a low voice. But smiled and looked at him, engaging in the small talk, "And you?"
A bit put off by her answer, Skyler answered, "Born and raised here, in this town."
She nodded and looked around, "This kind of talk should only happen when we are a bit closer."

He arched an eyebrow but decided not to question her. He had no real experience with courting some pony; he blamed his studies for it, and career choice. But it did not help him subconsciously to cope with that feeling of... missing something out. The few friends he has probably had far more experience than him, except for one female friend/ co-worker he knew of, but was afraid of asking out. Despite his circumstances, there was this weigh on his mind that suppressed any negative feelings about the situation, but he couldn't help himself but to ask himself if that what was about to happen could be considered rape? Maybe, Maybe not. It will feel good, right? It is not like he has anything to testify against her. But she was hot. The hottest pegasus he had ever seen. And then there was her name, Bananasplit.
It sounded playful, and it was fun to say, yet it was associated with someone as beautiful as an angel... or as lustful as a succubus.

They were still a few blocks away from Skyler’s home but one question still lingers on his mind.

"Why?" he asked the Pegasus.

She knew what he meant and replied, "Yolo."

This killed the rest of the potential conversation. Split glanced at him as they walked. His inner turmoil was as obvious as a golf club to the head.

“What’s the matter?” She observed his nervous sweating and the way he avoided eye contact.

“No need to be nervous, sweetie.” She nuzzled his neck. “We’re gonna have some fun.” This made his heart go aflutter.

They arrived at an apartment building and Skyler opened the front door, leading them to a flat on the second floor. The building itself, was by pony standards, simplistic and cheap. Yellow-wallpapered halls, white front doors and the flats themselves were all for rent. Skyler never met his landlord, because it was more like a company that owned some of those buildings. Nevertheless, it was a beautiful building and Skyler was proud living here.

They stopped in front of a door numbered 336. Skyler began to unlock it.

“So... any roommates?"

Was she planning to kill him anyway?

"No, ma'am;" he said and opened the door.

She looked in but hesitated to go in. "You’re forgetting something."

He turned, surprised. "What is it?"

"You have to invite me in. I am your guest after all."

He looked confused but shrugged it off, playing along. He raised a hoof and opened the door a bit wider.

"You may come in, if you want. "

She looked back at the doorway, breathing easier than before and walking in, confidently. As if there had been a barrier before.

Bananasplit was now in the living room of her prey. It was an easy hunt and she was congratulating herself that this was obtained so quickly. She only had to enter the bedroom and let the magic play but... something in her mind stirred. An idea. A kinky idea.

She looked at Skyler for a moment and then took the simple apartment in again.

“Nice place you have.”

“Uhh...thanks.”

"Say... Skyler, where is your shower?" She had a cat-like smirk on her face.

Skyler got the clue and blushed a bit.

"Uh... yeah. follow me." he said and awkwardly walked past her. Split caught his smell and wanted to pin him to the floor and kiss him. Something about him was setting her off... in the best way possible. That alien feeling seemed to agree. She followed him and ignored the little details of the apartment. They rounded a corner and stepped through the door. The bathroom was fairly big for an apartment like this but 'Split was not concerned with that. They stepped in front of the bathtub and Skyler reached out, nervous of where things were going. He turned the knobs and water started to pour out of it.

"It will take a moment until it is wa-"

Skylar was cut off as Bananasplit pressed her lips against his and shoved him in the direction of the tub. Skylar felt how she forced his lips to open and how she slid her tongue inside his mouth, completely dominating the space and his own fleshy appendage. It certainly wasn't his first kiss but this felt so mature compared to the rest. At the same time, Bananasplit felt how that feeling inside her exploded in a near-euphoric way. And she noticed how the sheer energy of the feeling settled inside her Spine and rushed her brain. An emotion flared inside her mind. One that felt so strange to her but yet so familiar.
She pushed Skylar against the tub side, embracing the new feelings blooming inside of her.

Skyler was in bliss. Of course, it hurt that he was pushed against the tub, but it was nothing compared to the boner he had right now. His dick started to go stiff after he entered the house and was now throbbing for attention. Attention, which Bananasplit would take care of. He felt how she held him by his shoulders and pushed him over the edge of the tub.The cold water hit his face and he yelped out. Bananasplit climbed over the edge and sat on his chest. Moving down to kiss him deeply again, giving him some leeway with the tongue. Suddenly, Skyler didn’t know what to do. He could only stare at Split, who was grinding on top of him.

“Sorry. I couldn’t resist myself anymore.” She licked his cheek. She smacked her lips, as if she had deeply enjoyed his taste. This wasn’t helping Skyler’s current situation.

“Mmmmm.” Split moaned as she continued to grind. She could feel the tip of Skyler’s erection against her ass.
“You’re cute when you’re nervous.” She kissed him again. She grabbed his front hooves and placed them on her hips.

“How does that feel?” She asked with a smokey tone. Skyler was speechless.

“What’s wrong?” She asked. Skyler avoided her gaze. He didn’t know how to explain himself.

“Skyler...is this your first time?” She sounded concerned.

Skyler sheepishly nodded. He felt like he had blown his chances at sex. However, that perverted look in her eye returned shortly, as if she had barely processed this information.

“Don’t worry. Just follow my lead, OK?”

Split grabbed Skyler’s hooves again and moved them down to her butt cheeks.

“Play with my ass.” Skyler nodded obediently. He took a deep breath and proceeded to explore her backside. tugging and kneading it. It was like nothing he had ever experienced before. He let Bananasplit be the dominant one in this session. Not only because he was a total noob in sex but the fact that it felt actually nice being submissive the way he is. Letting her decide what to do and what to feel.

“Yeah, you like that?”

Skyler nodded again. The nice feeling of being helpful surged through his body and he pushed into another kiss, wanting to make Bananasplit happy.

Bananasplit tasted his saliva and moved her tongue over his teeth. The taste... The taste of the kiss was addicting and she couldn't get enough of it. It was like she could taste the very young and innocent soul of Skyler while adding her own salt to it. After she wrestled with his tongue for a bit, she pulled off, the burning need in her nether regions was stronger than the kiss.

“Good boy.” She patted his mane. “Let’s try something else.”

Skyler looked up at her in confusion as she started to come closer to his face with her lower body.

“You see this?” Split presented her pussy to Skyler. She pulled open the flaps with a free hoof. “I want you to lick it. Don’t be afraid to get creative.”

Skyler stared at it. It looked narrow and slender. It would certainly be a tight fit if he were to fit something in it. He could see her cum starting to drip from her sides sliding down her body. He expectantly opened his mouth to give his master what she needed. Master? Whatever. As long as he could get a taste of her.

Bananasplit lowered herself on his mouth and let him taste her. He put his tongue out and licked her folds. He felt her shiver and heard her moan as she pressed some more onto his face. She sat as deep in his mouth as she could and let him ride her from below while she hold on the edges of the tub. Skyler pushed his tongue in and out and with full eagerness explored her inner regions and the walls of her vagina, enjoying its savoriness. If he would be a bit more courageous, he would bite down to see how Split would react to that. But he wasn't and feared that she would clench her hips and suffocate him.

“You’re doing great. Keep going.” She said.

She tasted different than from what he expected. It was not bananas, which was his first guess but he threw that thought away because it was ridiculous. His second guess were apples.... but that made no sense either. She tasted more creamy, yet salty. It was an entirely new taste for him. He couldn't compare it to anything, but it was delicious. Skyler closed his eyes and ignored his throbbing member for now, only focusing on pleasing on the lady on top. He dared to not think what would happened if he failed to comply.

“Mmmmm. Your tongue is divine.”

'Split chewed her lower lip as she stared at Skyler’s face while enjoying the oral sex. A big and fat kept poking at her flank. She looked behind her to see that Skyler was more than just ready for her. Without much thinking, she rose off his face and despite the confused groans of Skyler, she turned around toward the dick and sat down again. The penis throbbed and leaked precum. That new feeling started again at full force and she found herself caring for Skyler’s well being. Without much thought, she leaned forward, giving him a chance to catch his breath, and kissed the head of his member. Skyler squirmed under her, demanding more with the new intensity of his licks and breaths.

“Well, aren’t you eager?”

He couldn't see it but 'Split had a warm smile, something that surprised her. She would only grin or smirk and all that edgy stuff. But she felt truly happy for him. She enveloped his member with one slurp of her tongue and pushed her head down slowly, enjoying the taste and feeling of the penis. She pushed down and deepthroated it instantly, gliding her tongue along the surface of it. Skyler went stiff on his lower end due to the instant wetness and warmth radiating on his dick by 'Splits mouth. It was even better than what he imagined a blowjob would be.

Bananasplit started to bob her head up and down, grunting, to give Skyler more pleasure, letting the dick slide across the inside of her throat. That alone was too much for poor Skyler and he thrusted his hips up, giving Bananasplit the warning that he would cum. 'Split increased her movement and slurped on the shaft, drenching it in her saliva. Skyler gave a muffled cry from under her pussy and came in her mouth, painting it all white. Bananasplit took it into deepthroat again and swallowed the whole load. The feeling and burning sensation in her vagina hadn’t left yet, she still hadn’t cum.
She popped Skyler’s dick out of her mouth. Skyler was panting below her haunches as she removed herself from his face. She found a towel and dried herself off. She turned off the water and threw the towel at Skyler, who was still flat on his back in the tub, with a mixture of ecstasy and exhaustion in his face. ‘Split was seriously amused and pleased with herself.

“You did wonderfully, but don’t think we’re done yet.” She smirked. "How about we move on over to the bedroom?" With that she was gone out the bathroom door. With little thought, Skyler struggled out of the tub, and with a hop over the edge, he toweled himself off and followed Bananasplit to the bedroom.