Stella loomed over Fredrick’s prone form, the latter eyeing her up with a most inviting lip bite.

Though she was more concerned with getting relief in a certain area as top priority, she was not deaf to her own emotions and feelings entirely. With her hip cocked to the left and her tail swishing anxiously at what would soon transpire, Stella could practically feel Fredrick’s penetrating gaze roaming over her form… bending her over the bed in spirit.

She could feel how much he wanted her… how much he so wanted to just give into her very whim and allow himself to be used to her liking. She knew she was the sexiest mare alive to him right now.

And she absolutely loved it.

She craved it.

Just as she craved him.

The lone thought of Fredrick wanting to expend all his pent-up sexual desires on her—and her alone—sent an enormous tingle up her spine and a forceful surge of blood southward. Further, it filled Stella with enough motivation to quite literally pounce once Fredrick delivered his final affirmation.

Her wings had expanded to their full span, as well.

As for the poor man, the last thing he saw clearly was Stella losing her shorts (leaving her in plain-black thong) and throwing herself on him with all her weight. She slammed her lower body into his when she straddled him, and damn-near evacuated his lungs of air.

He whined as his diaphragm compressed unwillingly.

“Jeeeeeesus…” he wheezed.

Her response was a simple, breathy assertion:

“I’m gonna milk you fuckin’ dry.”

Fred’s pleads for air were answered instead with Stella’s own lips, as she affixed them right onto his. Any attempt of his to struggle into a more comfortable position was quelled the moment Stella’s tongue pressed forward.

T’was familiar and always welcome incursion into the sovereign territory of his mouth.

Both groaned the instant their tongues began their rehearsed dueling routine, and Fredrick’s hold on Stella tightened considerably.

Their crotches still pressed firmly together, the fire in their loins remained ever-desperate to connect in shared euphoria. All ten of Fredrick’s fingers traced firm lines down Stella’s backside, digging his nails into her skin to emphasize just what she did to him.

He tugged playfully at her bra, to tease at what would eventually be the inevitable, before continuing his descent downward… eventually sinking his grip into that perfect butt of hers.

Unlike through shorts or pants, her thong offered no clothing with which to grab through, thus Fredrick was afforded essentially her bare ass to fondle with impunity.

And fondle he did.

Once his fingers sunk into that heavenly rear of hers, Stella shuddered harshly, which only spurred the human on further. His fingertips memorized just how far he could sink into her before resistance from rock-hard muscle, and he used this to deep-massage her to his liking.

Fredrick learned a little fact: Stella loved her ass played with, and he giving her the deep-tissue massage of a lifetime only served to extort involuntary pants and groans out of the mare’s mouth.

Then, he gave her a nice, firm swat on the left cheek, feeling just the right amount of jiggle.

“Mmmph!” Stella moaned deeply, nipping on Fredrick’s lower lip and nearly drawing blood with her fangs.

Neither cared though, and Stella was given the green light to assault Fred’s face with her mouth and teeth once again.

Her hips developed a gentle, slow bucking rhythm, pressing deeply forward and back. She grinded her covered slit against her human coltfriend’s imprisoned, completely-hardened rod.

She could feel his entire length throughout her movement, and her already-soaked nethers were practically screaming for the attention their counterpart could provide.

Stella’s movements were needy. Desperate. And she fought to get every little bit of her tongue inside Fred’s mouth (to the point of suffocating him) as if it would bring her any relief between her legs.

In the end, she settled for prying her lips off his and running the flat of her larger tongue up his neck and over his cheeks.

She marked him like he was hers.

He was hers. Hers and hers only.

And he knew it.

As Stella dragged her tongue up to his hairline, she exposed yet another vulnerable spot that Fredrick loved to exploit: her neck. He seized the opportunity like a child with free candy, and sunk his canines directly into her collar once he adjusted himself into a more comfortable sitting position.

Her moan was gentle, pleading… yet it flowed unbidden.

She still straddled his waist.

“Ooooh fuck!”

Fredrick lavished her with the same treatment she bestowed him, if only partially. He soothed her little bite with his tongue before delivering his breathy reply.

“Always figured you loved things a little rough…”

Stella clasped her hands around the back of Fred’s head, and the latter took a deep whiff of her scent.

“I love rough. I’ll be yer dirty slut if you just make me cum Fred please I’m dying!”

She punctuated her words by continuing to sway her hips in every direction, pressing herself against him. Fredrick was guilty of the exact same thing, and they both moved with each other’s lower bodies for any measure of relief to their aching loins.

They spent the next ten seconds in pure silence save for their strained breaths, letting their intimate environment dictate their pace of lust.

The magical candles cast flickering light off each other’s eyes as the two stared at one another with a sexual hunger so profound they could practically taste each other in the air: powerful, commanding golden eyes meeting their wide, light-green counters in silent communication.

And as they strained in vain to come together through their clothing, the two lidded said eyes simultaneously.

Their mouths were open, panting and groaning at each little movement that hit them in that special place… only to sensually fuse their lips together yet again.

They sighed loudly into each other’s mouths as they let themselves enjoy in a true intimate kiss not orchestrated solely by carnal desire. They relished in their combined touch, the pure electricity shooting through every nerve at the thought of how naughty they were being.

Perhaps Stella’s heat clouded her mind, but she could not recall a deeper longing, an almost biological need for the one in her grasp.

Her victories with both sexes were fair and many, yet how he made her heart flutter and her crescent throb continued to surprise her.

Fredrick was in the exact same straits…

…except without the whole ‘having a vagina’ thing.

Luckily, Fredrick had the most mental clarity at the moment.

“Mmm… How about we lose these clothes then?” he suggested with a lascivious smile.

He nipped at the underside of her jaw, and Stella responded with another groan… though at the mention of his final words, her eyes lit up and she beamed a massive smile.

Her wings sprung out again like wound toys.

“Now we’re talkin’, mate!”

Without warning, she returned him to his back with a mighty shove and gripped his shirt by the plackets. It was a simple manner of yanking the two halves apart and sending every single button shooting off into a different direction, each with a hollow ‘pop’ much to Fred’s immediate horror.

Adding insult to injury, each landed on the polished stone floor with plastic-sounding bounces and rolls, never to be found again.

Fredrick was less than enthused at his marefriend’s lack of discretion.

“What the fuck, bro… that was one of my best shirts!”

Stella’s reply was husky and indifferent while she planted her hands on his bare chest.

“I’ll buy you two more shirts.”

Running his own hands up her arms and squeezing her firm biceps, Fredrick curtly riposted under his breath.

“You fuckin’ better…”

“I’ll fuckin’ buy you two more shirts an’ destroy ‘em in front of you if ya don’t stop bein’ such a whiny bellend an’ start playing with me boobs right fuckin’ now, aye?”

It was Fredrick’s turn to smile brightly, and he only shrugged.

“As you command! Lose the bra.”

“Yer goddamn right, cunt!” Stella exclaimed, pumping both her fists in the air.

She pulled back said hands and reached behind her. With a single, fluid motion and no teasing nor leadup, she unclasped her bra and tossed it aside with a cocky, victorious smile.

Fredrick’s eyes widened as Stella’s breast bounced free of their brassiere constraints, and yet still held their distinctive perkiness. They were nigh-perfect teardrops with hardened, smaller nipples a shade darker than her coat adorning their peaks. Even without the aforementioned bra, there was still a fair semblance of cleavage to behold.

Fredrick had to lay back completely to take in their sight, like when he visited the grand canyon for the first time; the garment really did not add much size to them… she really was at the perfect size of ‘handful,’ as it were.

Stella knew from the day she met him that he was a ‘tit man.’ While she had the greatest pride in her ass that she loved to grind against him, she could not fault him for appreciating her chest.

Besides, she quite enjoyed getting her girls lavished with some attention here and there, something she was in the mood for now.

Lidding her eyes and snagging her lower lip with her fang, she cupped both her arms under her orbs and squeezed them together between her biceps.

The inviting canyon of cleavage she created with pert, suck-able nipples standing at attention all dared Fredrick to throw all his resolve at her and conquer her.

Stella lightly shimmied her torso for extra effect, and judging by Fredrick’s heavy breathing and trained eyes, she had him right where she wanted him. She gyrated the cleft of her ass right onto his throbbing, still-covered dick, then pressed her palms into the sides of her tits and hefted them upward.

She gazed upon him with such faux-innocence, it would defeat a lesser man.

“Well? Do I need to hold yer hand, love?”

Fred wasted little time, and he slid his hands up to her shoulders then down her chest to cup her breasts in full.

He was not hesitant to touch them either, as hesitance in a situation like this would likely irritate the mare trapping him to the bed. So, his fingers sunk into her firm, fleshy chest and he felt just how they morphed around his touch.

He was handed his fantasy on a silver platter, so there was no sense in not enjoying it.

Stella’s gentle sigh and leaning over him more were the cues to continue his actions.

However, her new orientation put Fredrick’s face (and by extension, his mouth) in perfect position to broaden his assault on her chest. As such, he felt this was a deliberate move on her part, and he formulated his approach while continuing to caress the current objects of his affections.

It was true, Stella did enjoy when foreplay and sex got on the rougher side, but she was not opposed to targeted, gentle ministrations such as this. Even she had to admit that, while it was cute that Fredrick was enjoying himself by using her, it still felt good.

Each time he squeezed her two tits together, he would press his thumbs into her puffed-up, perky nipples… and she already found a favorite technique as a result.

In the end, she still wondered why she would get surprised when Fredrick could—once in a while—read her mind.

“Mmm… yeah, do that again,” Stella encouraged, biting her lip and arching her back.

Finally finding something that made her tick, Fredrick glanced back with an equally lust-driven expression. Coyly, he asked:

“What? Oh, this?”

And he once again created a beautiful, mouthwatering expanse of cleavage as he pressed her two orbs together. Like his thumbs would a video-game controller, he expertly worked her nipples and pressed them into her breasts themselves.

That feeling was just perfect for Stella. While it would by no means get her off, that tickling, tingling sensation that shot through her chest and core each time he massaged, squeezed, pressed, or pinched, just touched on the fringes of her precipice.

It only enticed her further, and further exacerbated that burning heat between her legs.

Her thong was already ruined by how much she had been leaking already, if that was any indication.

“Ahhh~, yes, just like that… that feels nice.”

Her gentle, if stunted groaning was the greatest musical encouragement Fred could hope to hear thus far. So, he decided to advance things further.

He lifted his head up just enough to take her right nipple into his mouth.

The gentle suction of his suckling was just enough to drown out Stella’s hitch in her breath. His forward little foray drew more, pleasant words of encouragement from the mare’s mouth:

“Mmmm… Freddy baby’s hungry,” she cooed with a teasing giggle.

She knew just how to get to him.

Fredrick stopped sucking immediately, and opened his mouth to reply tersely with an almost disgusted look… though his mask wavered when he struggled to hold back a tide of laughter.

“Shut the fuck up I swear to god…”

Stella threw her head back in guffaw, her chest heaving as she lost her shit entirely. Fredrick was not opposed to this in the slightest, and he joined in.

He then tugged at her nipple tenderly with his teeth, circling it with his tongue while Stella composed herself, though his little ministration quickly sobered her up.

“Mmph! Oh don’t be like that,” she said, pulling his face into her cleavage.

She used her arms to help squeeze her breasts around his face, and Fredrick helped the whole act along by continuing to massage those perfect sweater puppies.

The extra pressure on his face from her two tits keeping him nice and warm… how could anyone want to leave such a prison?

Well, he certainly hoped he had life without parole.

Fredrick tugged a bit more harshly at her right nipple this time, squeezing her tit and giving him much more surface area to run his tongue around. His desire to be much more aggressive with her stemmed from when he took another whiff of that alluring scent she gave off.

He personally didn’t think he could get any harder at the moment, and if he could, his pants would be destroyed.

Stella was more than okay with that; her breath caught in her throat once again and she bit down on her lip by reflex. She also allowed her head to fall back and eyes to flutter closed, all while Fredrick reoriented themselves so he could comfortably work her over.

“Yeah… Mmm, there we go, Freddy,” she cooed.

Part of her was keen to continue to let him play with her tits to his heart’s content… it had been a fair amount of time since somepony lavished her with a breast massage, after all. But in the end, she would only let him do so for the next few moments.

While she would love to continue relishing in her girls receiving more attention than they had in a good while, the thestral had other plans for this one.

As for Fredrick, he had little inclination of when Stella would eventually advance them to the next stage of their night. Thus, he was poised on enjoying himself a little longer.

Wrapping his arms around Stella’s back and thumbing the joints of her wings (which came as a mite, pleasant shock to said mare), he pulled her down and smothered himself into her cleavage.

He pressed his nose to her sternum, just as he always wished to do, and took in her smell. It was clear that she had not showered today, but Stella was a clean mare, and most of her stench… no, her musk was generated from her heat.

While pungent, it was by no means unpleasant; quite the contrary.

Fred’s pupils dilated as he ran his tongue through her cleavage in a desperate attempt to just get his mouth on her and taste the mare of his dreams.

Stella, however, had other ideas once she felt him lick her.

She giggled mischievously, tracing her fingers through Fred’s hair before murmuring cheekily:

“Well if ya wanted tae lick somethin’, I can easily put yer mouth to good use, love.”

Fred pried himself from her bosom and met her gaze with an impish one of his own. He wasn’t going to be bested just yet.

“Yeah? And just what did you have in mind?” he said, playing dumb.

His right hand dutifully remained attached to Stella’s left breast, continuing to squeeze and caress it as if it was a delicate stress-ball. Their eyes, just as when they had full view of each other’s faces, never left one another.

Stella rocked her hips needily against his for extra emphasis, then leaned in close to his ear. Her steamy breath broke upon the side of Fred’s face in gentle waves.

She flicked his earlobe with the tip of her tongue, sending a pleasurable shudder up his spine before whispering:

“How ‘bout I get on me back, you get that cute face o’ yours between m’legs, and ya lick mah dripping cunt ‘til I’m screamin’ fer ye tae stop, aye?”

She finished her little suggestion by pulling back and bestowing upon him her usual, garden-variety, challenging ‘Stella Stare.’ That innate cockiness that she espoused no matter where she went was probably one of the larger turn-ons for Fredrick.

And his earlier hypothesis was wrong. He could get harder.

Mohs would be pleased.

Fredrick raised his right eyebrow up at her.

“Then why don’tcha get off me, huh?” he countered.

His fingers firmly drew meandering lines on her thighs of steel, running his palms over the leg musculature of a goddess. Stella knew exactly what he was doing, and she let a little extra blush mar her face at Fredrick’s admiration.

She flashed both rows of teeth widely.

“Awrite! Switch!” she proclaimed, pumping her fist in the air.

Extorting a yelp out of Fredrick, she grasped his shoulders and inverted their positions with such abruptness and equal grace, that the human experienced mild vertigo.

When he blinked out the remnant dizziness that had onset from ye-olde switcheroo, Fredrick had discovered himself exactly where Stella had prophesied the two of them earlier: Right between her legs.

There was only one problem that was reintroduced to the forefront: their respective bottom garments were useless and plenty in the way.

Before Fredrick could even take the initiative, Stella lifted her hips and shimmied out of her thong, slipping it off and tossing it aside.

It fell against the floor with a wet slap.

With that same defining smile, she appropriated a pillow for her head and proudly spread her legs wide for the human’s viewing pleasure.

And there it was… his prize.

Staring back at Fredrick was Stella’s perfect crescent, a shade darker than the rest of her coat by just how wet she was. The human’s jaw slackened in carnal hunger, and his mouth salivated as he burned this image into his brain with a blowtorch.

Her entire slit twinkled in the dancing candlelight, afforded by the extra bit of sheen that covered her lower lips. They opened just barely, revealing the fleshy, vulnerable pink inside while her clit remained hidden… just waiting to be sought out.

As much as Fredrick wanted to rip his pants off currently, that same smell—more powerful than ever before—graced his nose.

Biting and licking his lower lip, he could not deny his hunger any longer.

Stella only urged him on, placing her right arm behind her head and snaking her left hand down her toned tummy. She rested her fingers between her legs and prodded at her own netherlips, then spread them apart with her index and middle fingers.

Her needy tunnel was now on full display for him. That, plus her lean, muscular build combined with those magnificent boobies of hers having fallen to rest all perky on her chest, made for a sight he would carry with him until the day he died.

“Well mate?” Stella asked cutely, biting her lip in kind.

“All yours!”

Fredrick wasted no time in laying on his front, hooking his arms around Stella’s thighs, and planting his lips straight onto her begging pussy.

Further, he drew a tantalizingly slow, firm lick up her slit for the first true taste of her.

Stella’s eyes widened comically at the unexpected, enormous influx of electric pleasure shooting directly into her lower torso.

Her hand went instinctively to the back of Fred’s head.

Oh, this was exactly what she needed… a coltfriend who could not impregnate her and could quell those crippling desires during her equally crippling heat cycles?

How many advantages could one mare have?!

“Hooooly shit mmmmmph where’d that come from?!” she cried.

One lick was all it took for Fred to stop just below her clit. He separated his lips from hers—the lower half of his face already covered in a sheen of Stella’s essence—and tilted his head to the left.

He then clicked his tongue. Her taste was as familiar as it was distinctive.

P-Pineapple??? Oh hell fucking yes!

His pause, however, gave rise to some concern in the batpony currently being serviced.

She lifted he head up and gazed down at the pensive human questioningly.

“Fred? What’s going o—OOOH! OKAY THEN!”

She was swept off her guard when Fredrick dove back in without a shred of warning. He lapped at her labia, licking up all he could of her juices that leaked onto his palate.

Ravenously, Fredrick pressed his thumbs into her inner thighs (earning a less-than-dignified yelp out of the mare) and parted her lips with his tongue.

If he was gonna drink up all she had to offer him in her arousal, he was determined to get it from the well’s source.

What could he say? He fucking loved pineapple.

And if this was how she tasted on a normal basis (likely attributed to a large fruit diet) then she better prepare herself.

Stella’s hand clenched tightly around the bedsheets, and her other hand dutifully maintained a fistful of Fred’s hair. Getting nearly assaulted with pleasure through her hypersensitive nethers was not expected at this magnitude, and she made this clearly known.

“Luna’s Moon fuck YES! Right there… Mmm right fucking there lick me right there you hot fucker, you…”

The verbal encouragement certainly helped to boost Fredrick’s morale. With a fire having been lit in his core, he parted Stella’s lips with his thumbs and pressed the flat of his tongue directly against her throbbing hole.

Her moans were angelic to his ears, and he longed for nothing else than to keep hearing them. Even so, there was still something on his mind that sent him into a giggling fit.

Fredrick lifted his head from between her legs, struggling to keep his composure.

“Is it weird that with, you know… your ‘accent,’ I thought you'd sound a bit more…”

Stella, to her credit, only rolled her eyes.

“Are you fuckin’ retarded? What'd ye expect!?” she questioned.

“Oh, but if that's yer fetish, sure!” she continued, then began faking her pleasure with a horrifically exaggerated twang as Fred looked on:

“Oh aye! Roight there, mate! Tongue me fukkin’ cockholster! Mmm yes lick me beefcurtains ya dirty bastard ye! Ooooh if yer a good little lad I'll let ye spunk in me shitter, bruv!”

Her mockery of herself ceased.

“That good enough fer ya? Fuck.”

Fred pressed his forehead into Stella’s stomach, doubled over in wheezing laughter.

This was the shit he lived for with the entire time they had known each other. It warmed his heart that even while he was eating her out for the first time, their dynamic had not changed much.

But even after he managed to get a grip on himself, he had to admit that Stella had hammered her point home quite well.

“Fair enough… though it was only a thought, good lord.”

Stella lidded her eyes, almost condescendingly, then smiled ever so sweetly whilst cupping Fredrick’s cheek in her palm.

“How ‘bout you quit runnin’ yer gob an’ put it back to work, ya tool?”

Fredrick saluted her proudly.

“Yes ma’am!” he said.

And with that, his tongue was tracing a single line up and down her slit. He barely prodded his tongue inward, but because of her protests and whining, Fred latched onto her clit once he exposed it. He knew he was doing something right when her hand’s grip on his hair tightened considerably.

And as he began sucking on it and continuing to toy her little button, Stella’s forthcoming words were quite the corroboration.

“AHH YES! Right there, love…” she pleaded, rocking her hips in tandem with whatever direction Fred’s tongue took.

Her eyes were clenched tight and that snaggle-fang of hers held a vice on her lower lip as her chest heaved. As much as she loved giving Fredrick shit for a perceived ‘lack of experience,’ she knew that he knew what to do; at the very least, she never had to redirect him.

Then again, that tongue of his was the water to her heat, the oil to her burn, the antivenin to her bite—the cure.

Feeling that firm muscle of his dirtily slobber all over her sopping pussy (with some decent precision) would heal her affliction.

“Lick me… LICK ME! MMPH! Fredrick don’t you—AHN!—fuckin’ stop just do that… do that do that do that…”

“Mhmm!” Fredrick moaned in response, sending little vibrations directly into her clit, which, unbeknownst to him, nearly pushed Stella over the edge for the first time.

Not that he cared much anyway… and he never thought he’d say that.

While, of course, he did care that Stella was feeling amazing (and that he was the cause of that), he was more concerned with just having his fill of her essence. She tasted that good, almost like that viscous juice that came with pineapple fruit cups—actually, when he thought about it, that made him even hungrier.

“Right there, Fred… please just right fucking there right fucking there! Mmmah! Don’t you dare stop!”

Oh he had no intention of it. Fredrick inserted his middle finger, slipping it completely into her depths and pulling her slit downward so he had better range of motion to lick.

“FUCK!” she cried out the moment the flat of Fred’s tongue pressed firmly inward.

Fredrick thought the vice on the back of his head could not get any tighter, but he was wrong… so very wrong. Stella’s lower body went into a gentle spasm and her powerful legs tightened around his head.

Through Stella’s deep, yet in no way ear shattering moans, she could not hear the poor man attempting to tap out from her suffocating death grip. He could’ve sworn the sides of his head creaked, like a watermelon on the verge of bursting from pressure.

The palm of his right hand slammed against the comforter with the force of a man getting choked by pussy, though Fredrick figured that this would not have been the worst way to die, given the circumstances.

Stella’s hands and legs finally released him (though not by Fred’s volition), and she lay back to catch her breath from that sudden orgasm. Her hands instead found their oldest friends: her breasts, as she cupped and played with them, further facilitating what little remained of her first orgasmic high of the evening.

As much as she sunk her fingers into her orbs and massaged her tits and nipples, it paled in comparison to having someone else actually touch them.

Fredrick gazed up from between her legs, thankful to not have been killed by a spasming Stella. He chuckled and uneasily voiced:

“Jesus you came already? Thought you’d be near impossible to get off without like, slapping your ass or something.”

The thestral chuckled in kind, ready with her own words to counter those.

“Ahhh, mate I’m in heat. I’m super sensitive right now, so don’t get flattered too much,” she teased.

Still, she just came gorgeously, so she had little right to complain.

Stella hummed approvingly once her breathing was under control, but she wasn’t finished yet—this was her heat, after all.

Thinking about it, she’d probably be rearing to go in about a minute or—

“AAAHHNNMMM! FREDRICK!” Stella cried out when Fredrick dove back in unexpectedly for the second time.

Her fingers dug into her tits, pinching her nipples between her digits while Fredrick had wormed his tongue deep within her. He slurped audibly, collecting each and every little bit of that unbelievably-sweet nectar of hers.

His fingers, in contrast, pressed deeply into her inner thighs to foment that extra strong tickle in the lower half of her body—effectively attacking her from two places in the same area.

Stella twitched, writhed, and moaned under his (now admittedly, somewhat) skilled touch.

“FUUUCK ME MATE! Ahhh~! There, there! Oooh I fuckin’ shoulda jumped you ages ago—ahhn!”

Fredrick meant what he said months ago: everything that came out of Stella’s mouth was worth twice its weight in gold. It was no different as he was quite literally sucking her slit.

While he tried to fit as much of her most vulnerable crescent in his mouth as possible, he giggled inwardly at some of the funny shit she said or alluded to in her cries of pleasure.

“Freddy fuck! MNNGH! I’m gettin’ close again I swear tae fuckin’ shit if ya stop I’ll fuckin’ flagellate you with my tail—MMM!”

Yeah, something like that.

But Stella’s warning was one to be heeded, and it meant that Fredrick had even less time to consume her sugary juices than he’d have hoped. Nevertheless, he intended to make do.

He shifted focus back to her clit and utilized his previous technique by inserting his middle finger into her hungry, pulsating pussy. Going just a little bit further than that, he added his ring finger to stretch her out a bit more and allow him better access to her depths.

Even so, Fredrick was still having fun at Stella’s expense. All he knew was that when he would get out of his pants, he’d be giving it to this mare hard.

So, he pressed his technique, tongueing her clit as best he could while he began spearing his fingers into her depths. His digits would drive and drill deep into her up to his knuckle, all while curling them upwards for added effect.

Said effect worked magical wonders for Stella. Her head was swimming in random, assorted colors and curse words courtesy of the beautiful treatment her nethers were receiving. She never had much of a word filter to begin with, but any semblance of one had long been cast aside; her mouth blurted out whatever came to her muddled mind during her moaning.

One thing was for sure: she thoroughly enjoyed a good fingering. It was simple and it did the job well; she was a mare of practicality.

Stella stifled what would’ve been an inappropriately loud moan as she came a second time. This time, however, instead of holding Fred in a death grip between her legs and hands, she pried him off completely.

In his new position, Fredrick had not taken stock in his air supply—he and Stella shared in mutual heaving, though for entirely different reasons.

Stella’s eyes fluttered open and instantly honed on Fredrick; to say she was glowing was an understatement. She affixed those partially-fatigued, hungry orbs on her coltfriend and breathed a temporarily relieved sigh.

She still massaged her chest idly, if only for the human’s pleasure.

“Mate…” she began, her smile spreading wide like a gorgeous, impending sunrise.

“If there’s more where that came from, you may just make me rethink my view on marriage, lemme tell ya,” she teased, giggling all girly-like.

Fredrick laughed heartily at that, as the two of them were in sync with their views on ‘tying the knot.’ They felt it was unnecessary… and at best, only good for tax purposes.

Nopony judged.

“Hey, I told you several times… I know somewhat of what I’m doing,” Fred replied.

Stella let her head fall back completely against the pillow. A remnant twitch crawled up her spine.

Despite Stella’s placated state, Fredrick left himself open for a scathing blow.

“Oooh… who’s the lucky guy?”

And as Fred's jaw slacked and his hand went to his chest in faux-insult, his banter could still stand up to Stella in the right situations.

“Oh you're just so fucking funny, huh? Guess you don't need me here to entertain you…” he said.

Stella jabbed back playfully.

“Well it's not my fault you act like the national gayweight champion sometimes!”

He moved to stand up from between her legs, but Stella sat upright at an instant to intercept him, wrapping both her arms and legs around him. Her face shone of legitimate fear.

“No, don't! Okay okay I'm sorry!”

Fredrick glanced down at the suddenly clingy mare, smugness etching itself permanently on his face.

“Thought so! Now I better be able to get in on this because I think my boner tore a hole through the space time continuum,” he noted.

Stella pulled her cheek away from his chest and shot her gaze upward. Her expression devolved into a much more lecherous one, and she flashed her fangs once again.

“That's what I like tae hear! Cuz Stella ain't fuckin’ satisfied! Stella demands more!”

She harshly nudged Fredrick away, nearly putting him on his ass, as she made a quick tweak to her orientation: she merely flipped onto her stomach and lay her front on the bed. The edge of said bed acting as a pivot, she planted her hooves to the ground and spread her legs wide.

Lastly, she swished her tail from side to side, affording Fredrick the smallest glimpses of her rearing-to-go crescent through an artificial veil.

“How ‘bout ya drop those trousers an’ bury that throbbing cock inside me?”

As steel as the sight made him, Fredrick was struck by the sheer simplicity of her request.

“Really?” he questioned, almost suspiciously. “That’s it? You don’t want to pin me to the bed and destroy my pelvis? Or… bite the shit outta me? Or…”

Stella huffed out and stared back at Fredrick, more than annoyed at the moment at the snark while she was in a less-than dignified position all by herself.

Her response was as quintessential as it brooked no argument:

“Fredrick if you don’t get the fuck over here right now and start fuckin’ me lips raw I swear to the fuckin’ North I’ll half-inch yer fuckin’ tackle an’ dig me own fuckin’ well, ya cunt!”

“Works for me!” Fredrick announced, and with little grace, he stumbled out of his pants and boxers, setting his throbbing rod free to the elements.

In his own perspective, he was not so self-conscious about his member, though that probably was because he was with his best friend and horny as shit at the moment.

Adrenaline coursed through his body at the anticipation of doing something that he had only imagined in his dreams…

…and in the shower every other night.

And as Fredrick shimmied his now-nude body behind and in between Stella’s legs, the latter watched with bated breath and bitten lip. She committed the general image of her coltfriend’s penis to memory; she’d have more of an opportunity to explore it later, but right now, she just had to get fucked.

Still, that didn’t prevent an impish smirk from involuntarily making itself known.

“Heh, it looks like me helmet, only pink! How cute, love!”

Fredrick, breathily, scolded her at once.

“Didn’t I tell you to shut the fuck up?”

He pressed his leaking head against Stella’s swollen, begging netherlips. Her labia folded inward somewhat under his tentative intrusion, and this let out a little reserve of her juices to begin coating him in return.

The mare shuddered and held her breath at the sudden feeling, stifling her snarky giggle.

She still had enough sense about her to purr at Fredrick’s words.

“Rrrrrrrrr… I love it when you talk fuckin’ dirty to me, baby,” she playfully cooed, wiggling her butt and facilitating his entrance into her about an inch.

She fluttered her eyelashes, refusing to let up her jesting words now that she had him.

“Gimme twelve inches, Freddy, and make it huuuuuuuuuurt~,” she cooed.

Their breathing near-synchronous, Fredrick grabbed himself two handfuls of Stella’s hips. He then cocked his eyebrow at her, meeting her gaze.

“Sure! How ‘bout I fuck you twice and deck you in the mouth?”

Stella nearly lost it at that, but she had a better reaction: she purred yet again. Instead, both of them lost it, bursting into joint, gut-busting laughter.

Fredrick lay himself atop of her for a few moments as the two fought to recover their sexy bearings—it was a testament to how attractive they found one another that their little exchange did not kill the mood at such a pivotal point.

But, upon their calming, Fredrick finished what he had set out to do at Stella’s request: he hilted himself completely within her tight, molten depths.

While Fredrick was much more reserved when they finally connected together on the most intimate level, Stella took no such reservations. She groaned through her bitten lip; a high pitched whine that conveyed to the human just how desperate she was for relief for yet a third time.

Fredrick did renege on one part of Stella’s command, and instead of immediately going to town on her, they locked their gazes for, in reality only a couple of seconds.

To the two lovers, however, such an exchange of silent feelings lasted hours. Lidded eyes met lidded eyes once again, and their slackened, breathing mouths spoke volumes in silence.

Stella bit her lip and cleared her throat.

“Y-You gonna get to work or do I gotta do everythin’?”

Wordlessly, Fredrick retracted his entire length and pressed forward with a fair portion of his weight behind the thrust. Stella’s body lurched forward with an accompanying, cute yelp as he bottomed out in her yet again.

He pulled out to the tip, and thrust forward again, with the same result.

And again… and again, and again…

“Mmm… Fredrick, juuuust like—Ah!—that…”

Her leaky, velvety pussy formed a tight, snug seal around his rigid and equally throbbing member.

As he developed a steady rhythm of fucking, she felt like she was sucking him back in, refusing to let him exit completely. As his pace increased and he slammed into her with greater and greater force, he placed his hands on her hips and squeezed for better leverage.

He could feel the rock-hard oblique muscles tightening as she fought to take his entire dick in her on each thrust.

Wasn't much of a fight but it had been awhile since her last intimate moment with some pony.

A steady stream of groans, moans, and words of encouragement fell from her lips as she stared intently back at him. She sported a hungry, open-mouthed smile and did her best to keep her wings in check.

“Yeah... mmmph! Fuck me Fredrick, like you—OOH!—always wanted to, love… come on!

“Pound that fuckin’ cock into me!”

Fredrick adjusted his hold on her, never ceasing spearing his aching cock into her hole with an angelic, soft, wet squelch.

He then slapped both of his hands onto her tight, flexed ass, digging his fingers into them and earning another, powerful groan out of Stella.

“Yeah? Like—mmm—this? You’ve wanted this too, don’t lie—ahhh…”

She bit her lip again.

“I've wanted it—ach!—since week one! Luna—Yeah! Right there!—I’ve wanted your dick so fuckin’ bad!”

“All yours, Stel’!”

Stella pressed her tongue into her cheek, rocking her hips back against Fred’s thrusts for the added feeling of being pumped extra full.

“Mm!... Mm!… Mm! Just what I want tae hear! Fuck me! Hard!”

Fred was by no means a moaner… and he made sure that was the case after watching a few porn videos and the guy just wouldn’t shut the fuck up. Nevertheless, Stella’s slit was on par with a metaphysical natural wonder of the world. He could feel the beat of her heart upon every downstroke into her.

Combined with her incessant need to tell him exactly how she was feeling and to keep going, this certainly wouldn’t be a half-hour session.

He made sure to also guide his dick down against her upper wall for added effect; courtesy of a little trick that an old friend with benefits taught him.

Fredrick was relieved and pleased all the same to find out that such an anatomy-based technique worked just as well here.

“Fuuuuuuuuuuuck yes! God fuck just keep hitting me there!” Stella demanded, snaking one of her hands under her chest to toy with her breast.

“Right…” Fred began, realigned himself, and plunged his dick down and into her right at the very spot he aimed for last. “…there? Fuck you’re tight…”

Stella pursed her lips in an effort to stifle her groaning, and then she nodded vehemently.

“There! Just fuck me there ‘til you cum!~”

Fredrick was way ahead of her, and without her direction he had already been plowing her fertile crescent with abandon.

He was more than self-aware about his endurance, as it were: he was not going to last much longer—with Stella’s sensitivity due to her ‘scalding’ heat cycle, she wouldn’t either.

Still, it was not a command Fredrick was used to hearing so readily.

“Mph! You want me to shoot inside you?”

Stella’s head nodded with even more voraciousness than before, though the change was that she smiled brightly in anticipation.

Her expressiveness never failed to change on a dime, even while getting railed.

“YES! Ohhh fuck—just fill me up an’ cool off me fuckin’ womb, yeah!

“Fuck! Pull m’tail!”

Fredrick blinked, and his rhythm suffered a single hiccup, though he quickly got things back on track.

He understood her request, no… demand perfectly, but his hands had already warmed to their holds on her perfectly sculpted ass. No man in their right mind would ever wish to dislodge them from such a treasure.

“Wait… really?” he questioned.

“PULL MY GODDAMN TAIL AN’ HAMMER ME SILLY, YA SHITFUCK!”

By automation, Fredrick took his right hand off her cheek (still thrusting deeply into her) and grabbed her tail by its base.

“OH FUCK YES, PULL, BITCH!”

He yanked back harshly as he bucked his hips forward, using her tail as an alternate hand hold.

Stella reared her head back and let loose a hybrid of a hiss and a moan… though it was sexy nonetheless for Fredrick. Her tongue then lolled out of her mouth as the latter continued his ministrations.

Her words of encouragement were no longer necessary since Fredrick took off running.

Fred’s hand kept a firm hold on her ass and massaged as best as he could while not sacrificing any leverage he needed.

Easier said than done, unfortunately, but he made do nonetheless.

His dick ached like no other, yet he glided easily into Stella’s pussy by virtue of being completely drenched in her nectary essence. Each thrust was accompanied by a most beautiful-sounding wetness, culminated with his hips and her ass making hard, powerful contact.

Stella angled her head back to look at the human ravaging her pussy just right. Eyes lidded and hands digging into the comforter below, she watched and internalized all the little facial expressions Fred made as he had his way with her.

He was enjoying himself… perhaps a bit too much, but Stella was only enthralled that he could use her in such a way that brought him this much pleasure and on the verge of climaxing.

And on that thought, this was about her! She had the heat, not him!

“Come on!” she said, yelping out when Fredrick slammed into her fairly hard. “Cum inside me!”

Fred had really nothing to say to that that would add to the situation at all, and he kept his focus on taking the two of them to their end.

Calling upon all reserves of his energy, he pistoned his swollen cock in and out of her tightening sheath with all he had. The sounds of sex were on par with their groaning, though Stella’s words easily rose above all.

“Use me, Freddy!—UHHN!—Fuck me harder! HARDER!

“Fuckin’ shoot that hot—MMPH! AHH!—load into me!

Oh, she’d get her wish very, very soon. The two locked eyes firmly for the umpteenth time this night, and Stella egged him on with her sultry look alone.

That bitten lip never failed to get him.

“Cum for me, Fredrick! Mmm…! Please I want yer fuckin’ cum! Spunk inside me an’ paint my walls!

“Cum, Freddy!

“CUM!”

And so he did.

Fredrick growled as he injected what remained of his energy into his thrusts, slamming his dick into Stella’s depths as hard and as deep as he could.

With that final motion, he could no longer restrain the inevitable, and biology had its way with his self-control. He erupted inside Stella’s quivering pussy, ejecting his pent up ejaculate with such force that some actually slipped out of her from the get-go.

Still, his motions never ceased as he groaned, and with each consecutively less-powerful thrust, he pumped her tunnel to capacity.

Stella fared little better when she felt the first deposits of his hot cum enter her womb.

She moaned through clenched teeth, nearly shredding Fred’s sheets in her grip as a lone shiver rode waves up her spine… and that shiver morphed into one of the most satisfying, heat-quelling spasms of sexual height that she had experienced in a good, long while.

The onset of her sudden orgasm milked Fredrick further, continuing to drain his balls dry, just as Stella had planned in the first place.

Their mutual climax was, in all honesty, a relatively quiet one… instead focusing on relishing in their connection and relief from pent up desires that had been harbored for so long.

It was already out on the table how much sexual tension had been surrounding their corporeal forms in friendship.

They just had to act on it, and perhaps Stella’s heat was the perfect catalyst.

Even Fredrick had to admit as they fell atop each other, that that was probably the most satisfying sex he had in his life.

Moans faded away into gentle groans, which in turn gave way to heavy breathing. Fred’s face lay on Stella’s back between her wings while the used mare lay in a trance.

Her eyes bore a far-off look and her tongue still refused to be contained in her mouth. The area below where her slit stood its ground was an enormous, sticky patch of dampness; a testament to their fun.

Fredrick was more than in the mood to rest up and cuddle for a while, though suffice to say by Stella’s next, unexpected words, that idea was not in the cards.

“Heh… round two, love?”

His eyes shot open, and he rolled off of his mare to find her eyeing him with a youthful, horny eagerness. Her wings were still spread out wide and throbbing, and she then began advancing upon him ravenously.

“A-Already? Seriously dude?”

“Oh yer fuckin’ mental if ya think I'm done with you...” came Stella’s cryptic response.

She tantalizingly traced figure eights on Fredrick’s damp chest, and her smile absolutely lit up her face.

“And about crushing your pelvis…”

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