Jot - Day 6

Everything ached.

Burned like never before.

His muscles, his clenched jaw… his guts, lungs and heart… and his cock.

He felt like a coiled spring, wound far too many times. Lightning in a bottle, waiting to explode outwards, crackling with dangerously constrained energy.

Just how had he gotten here? Every moment walking alongside Trixie had been delightful agony, a dance of arousal and awkwardness, as she flirted with him more and more openly until she grabbed….

Him.

It felt like a dream — his fantasy crush handling his stallionhood, playing with him, ministering to him. And the pride he felt when Trixie remarked on his size! He knew he was a large stallion — had always known it since the days of middle-school gym showers… but it was still a beautiful thing to hear from your mare. His confidence had grown three sizes after that.

Then things started moving so quickly. Before he knew it, Trixie’s lavender musk infused his every pore, awakening feelings, desires in him that he didn’t know were there — desires to overpower, dominate, rut, breed…. fuck this hot little mare. He could do it, too; he knew he could pin her down. He’d been frozen by the burst of lusty, ancient, dominating thoughts and she’d slipped in front of him, sticking her ass up in the air.

When he’d first seen that incredibly tight, pert ass, its taut muscles sculpted from years of pulling a heavy wagon, the wave of desire shook him to his core. Those beautiful blue rounds framed a sight that he’d only ever imagined in his wildest fantasies — and oh how short the fantasy fell compared to the reality.

Underneath her delicate and flagging dock, wagging cutely like a happy puppy dog, was a tight round tailhole, a quivering ponut which just touched the edges of her pert asscheeks. From there, a delicate fold of skin traced from the muscular ring across her taint, before reaching the plump, engorged lips of her marehood. Her whole pussy was boiling with heat — he could see and smell the steam from her hot, twisting, pink interior as her delicate folds parted and opened for him. The first wink from Trixie he’d seen with his own eyes had been incredible, the contrast of dark blue blood-filled labia opening like a flower, unfurling pink petals of slick mareflesh squishing out into the open… and then that beautiful fat clit, almost red with stimulation, extending out of its hidden folds… followed by a huge squirt of pungent fluid, spattering all over the earth.

He had to suppress the urge to bury his muzzle in her right then and there!

And it was him she was doing this for!

It was too much to bear. He’d clambered forward, wanting to mount her right then and there. All cares and worries about the public nature of their display were just static in the background. Jot found himself watching his actions through his own eyes, his body moving via a set of ancient biological commands. He’d mounted his mare, hips wildly bucking...

But his long cock had, of course, missed its target, laying the fat pink and black pipe across the curve of her spine instead.

And then her tail! God’s above, he’d thought the magical field was intimate. Those backward thrusts were even wilder, the wet kiss of Trixie’s needy cunt against his heavy sack leaving sticky, strand-connected kisses, her hot ponut grinding against the underside of the base of his cock.

He felt her orgasm against him, heavy splashes of wet cum spattering down his legs, running down in dripping rivulets to his rear hooves, her shivers driving him wild with the knowledge he had given her the ultimate pleasure.

But when he’d started to release, started to feel that painful knot untie, unload… felt the beautiful beginnings of his orgasm… the sudden clenching, clamping magical ring of tail had stopped him, hurt him.

Every muscle in his body, already straining and popping had clenched and tensed, unicorn magic taking that whole wave of orgasmic energy and bottling it, re-directing it, preventing it… He felt the swirl of lust inside him, sliding back from his throbbing penis into his gut, looping inside him like a raging fire, raging infernos racing down every limb, sweat breaking out all over his body as the energy sought a place to deposit itself.

His mind had been melting — the show he was watching through his own eyes fading away, consciousness slipping into the background as older, fiercer, feral parts of his brain took over. The herd-stud stallion of the ancient plains rising from his murky depths to meet the challenge of the contained lust within him… and finally the pent up swirling energy found its landing spot: right in his groin, throbbing his proud stallionhood to grotesque readiness.

With a fuming whinny, he barked at his broodmare — instructing her to ready herself. The clattering of his hooves as he dismounted resounded with energy... his wet cock slid off her back, soaking her with spurts of his juices, marking her as his. The fat, bulbous flare slapped wetly against her side as he backed up, repositioning himself, taking two hooffuls of her shapely, perfect ass… spreading her cheeks as wide as they would go.

Jot flexed his straining abdominal muscles, sending his length bobbing up and down, pumping it full of blood… then he positioned it against that burning blue plot, Pressing the pink melon-sized knob against Trixie’s taint.

“Uhmmmmnf!” A squeak from his mare came immediately, with a stiffening of his back. She would truly be feeling his size now… as he began to push.

His heavy drooling flare slid against the tiny strip of flesh, sliding down to the steaming opening of Trixie’s wet, slick snatch, his width pressing the fat labia outwards, stretching and straining them far beyond what they’d ever experienced before.

“C-careful! F-fuuuuck you’re big!” She squeaked again. Jot responded physically, gripping her ass harder, almost painfully, spreading her as much as his strength allowed. He let out a low, rumbling growl… and pressed forward again.

“Mmmmmngh!” Trixie could only mewl now.

His flare was stuffed against the tight blue lips, the dome of his cock squishing against her opening… slowly, agonizingly, her vagina stretched, parted… lips permitting millimeter after millimeter of unyielding horsecock to enter. A waterfall of lubricating marecum drooled off the end of Trixie’s extended clitoris, the torrent mixed with Jot’s natural lube as their bodies made every effort to permit the impossible fit.

Then it happened.

“Oh, ohh f-fuuuuuuuuhhnnnn…” Trixie’s moan began from deep in her gut, as the final resistance of her tight inner-lips slowly gave way, and he began to sink into her depths. A grasping, milking wink rolled over the edge of his flare just as he sank his huge cockhead into her, the marehood providing a worthy welcome to its new master.

With a pop, Trixie’s tight blue cuntlips slipped around Jot’s knobby, engorged flare, quickly gripping the top of his shaft. But he wasn’t stopping there… he was going to rut her deep.

All that time in the gym, all that time playing buckball, all those squats… all helping Jot’s powerful muscles press into Trixie’s tight body, slowly splitting her with obscene squelching sounds. Her lips strained and curled inwards, dragged in by the increasing girth of his mottled upper shaft.

The heat was incredible. The tightness was unbelievable. A twisting, swirling ecstasy of pink muscles parting inch after inch as he plowed into her. He could feel the hot bump of her clitoris as it ground against the bottom of his shaft, trapped between the increasing thickness of his stallionhood and the ceiling of Trixie’s lips.

“Hmmmngh! B-big!” Trixie squeaked as the bulge of his fat flare distended her lower body.

Her tail was thrashing in his face now, flicking and quivering with intensity as he stretched her, pressing forward until he reached his meaty medial ring. The thick bulge mashed against her outer lips, squishing them against her asscheeks. He snorted loudly, a rumble coming from his gut as he slowed his first pumping penetrative thrust. He took his forehooves from Trixie’s lower back where he’d steadied himself so that he wouldn’t miss his target… moving them forward and planting them on either side of his mare’s head, mounting her properly.

But he wasn’t just going to mount Trixie. He was going to rut her.

He put one of his forehooves on the small of her back, pressing her down against the earth, pinning her face down, which his thick cock suspended her ass up in the air.

“Oh… oh… oh, f-fuuuuck!” Trixie suddenly squeaked as she was pushed down. A curling convulsion slipped down her back, and those tight, twisting cunt-muscles began to milk and pull at Jot’s cock… caressing and massaging the meat inside her. He felt her compressed pussy-lips strain and spasm, trying to part and wink, felt the hot throb of her clit as it shot out… felt the warm spray of marejuice squirt backward against his balls as she came on his cock.

“J-jot!" She moaned out meekly, head pressed into the soft grass of the park.

His hips drove forward into her winking orgasm, pressing the wide ring of medial-flesh harder and harder against the quivering snatch… he snorted and leaned down, breathing hot air over Trixie’s left ear with a feral growl…

“Ungh!” The ring popped inside her with a loud gasp from Trixie, and his cock slid even deeper, inch after inch disappearing into the smaller mare, plumbing depths that had never been explored. He spread her legs wider, a necessity for her pert, little plot to handle the increasing log-like girth of his lower shaft, straining her tight little pussy obscenely as he finally reached her bottom.

“S-s-stop! F-fuck!” Trixie moaned just as jot felt his massive flare kiss up against a barrier deep inside the unicorn. The slight bulge in her stomach was as far as her belly button now — Jot had just bumped up against Trixie’s cervix, 15 inches of his 19-inch beast vanished in her body… a truly great and powerful magic trick.

And he did stop. Slowly dragging his hips backward, drawing flesh and mass back from the mare’s burning depths, pulling dripping fluids out with his plunger-like shaft as he did.

“Nghhh….” Trixie’s moans were throaty, low. Uncontrolled.

Just as slowly as he’d pulled back - Jot drove forward again. His thrust was grinding Trixie’s chest into the soft earth of the park. He felt his heavy black balls swing forward, slowly tapping against Trixie’s thighs.

“Ohhhnnnngg….” Trixie’s grunt was higher pitched, almost squeaky when he drove into her. Then deep and growly when he’d pull out.

It made for a nice rhythm as he slowly fucked her. In and out. A slow schlick-sound filled spectacle, akin to the speed of an oil-well pump: unstoppable, powerful… but methodical. He could feel her melting around him, the tension and anxiety in her body from coping with his size relaxing into the hedonic pleasure of his steady rutting. Her twitching tail slunk happily against her back; her stiff shoulders unwound - no longer resisting the press of his hoof… and her grunts and groans became mewls.

It didn’t take long for her blue horn was sparkling and fizzing in his face, sparkler-like pops sintering off as he pressed into her, again and again, little mini-climaxes of sensation spilling out of her horn with each thrust. He grinned down at her, enjoying the mare’s tightly shut eyes, happy grin and sparking horn as much as he was enjoying the writhing tightness of her clenching cunt. That he could please a mare like this, so totally, so wholly… it was intoxicating.

He needed more.

He leaned forward at the end of one thrust, slipping his lips over the tip. As soon as he did so, gunpowder-like cinnamon flooded his senses, the small sparks quickly becoming a fountain of energy.

“Ohhh…. Y-y-yeeeessssssss!” Trixie body rocked against him once, twice, then spasmed.

She was cumming. Cumming on his dick.

The milking ministrations of her pussy, rhythmic contractions that tried to draw him in deeper, tried to coax him to release his potent seed inside her, to flood her fertile womb with batter, coursed along the steel of his fat stallionhood. His instinct kicked into a new level.

With extreme power, Jot drew his hips back, withdrawing almost all of his length out of his mare’s needy, orgasming snatch. He paused for a moment, steam wafting off his black shaft as the pair’s combined sexual juices boiled off in the relatively cooler atmosphere. Trixie’s bottom wiggled and ground backward, desperate to impale itself on his shaft as her orgasm peaked.

And he obliged her.

Abruptly, almost violently, Jot slammed forward, instantly penetrating all the way back to the dept of Trixie’s soul, to the center of her being, battering against her cervix. His heavy balls swung forward with speed, the slick, juice-covered orbs swinging up and slapping against Trixie’s teats with an audible *PLAP* as they did so.

“O-oh fucK!”

Jot swung his hips back again, pistoning backward and forward now at his pace. The pace of a stallion.

*PLAP* “Ungh! *PLAP* “Ungh!” *PLAP* “Ungh!”

The melody of wet flesh impacting wet flesh filled his ears. His cock was aching, burning with pent up energy, with the sensation of ramming through such an exquisite marehood. Swirling and winking on him, coiling and milking. And all he wanted was more.

*PLAP* “Ungh! *PLAP* “F-fuh!” *PLAP* “F-fuhck!”

Trixie’s grunts were incomprehensible, each attempt at saying something interrupted by his massive organ driving the wind out of her, slamming her into the ground. He hooked his powerful forearms around her hips, pulling him back against himself with each press, deeper and deeper. He felt his wings aching unfurl to their full width, as he asserted his primal dominance, claiming this mare as his to own, to fill.

*PLAP* “Hng! *PLAP* “Guh!” *PLAP* “!”

Her swirling contractions flared back into full force, her earlier climax rolling right into a new one. She couldn’t speak anymore, her eyes rolling upward in their sockets, tongue rolling out of her mouth with pure ecstasy, her mind awash in a sea of pleasure as she gave in to the raw sensation, gave in to the pounding need of her stud.

*PLAP* *PLAP* *PLAP*

Jot felt the twisting ache in his gut tightening and tightening. Like a balloon about to burst. He couldn’t last; everything was burning. Aching. Insistent.

*PLAP* *PLAP* *PLAP*

He took Trixie’s tail in his teeth, clenching down hard and yanking, pulling the mare’s relaxed ass up just in time for a final, desperate thrust - aligning him so that he could jackhammer to her womb, something parted - letting him slip deeper than before… sliding the last few inches of his cock inside her, hilting her entirely for the first time. Her drooling clitoris pressed against his swinging sack - her sweaty tailhole pressed into his belly as feral stud speared horny mare.

He held her there. Completely wrapped by her. Deep, deep inside her. Feeling everything.

Then a pulse exploded from deep inside him, rumbling up through him like an erupting volcano.

“Fuuuuuuuuuck!” The sound slipped from his gritting teeth. His massive testicles clenched and rose up to his body.

A roar boiled out of his gut as the first heavy rope of semen exploded from his cockslit, painting Trixie’s womb with thick, sticky batter. And just as the first stream subsided, a second pulse raced out. Then a third. Then a fourth. The milking clenches of Trixie’s marehood synchronized perfectly with his orgasmic pulses, splashes of her marecum jetting against his inner thighs with each ejaculation into her body.

Each one came with exquisite agony, as his flare throbbed painfully - unable to expand any further, the taut skin feeling almost like it would pop as his heart sent every free drop of blood down his shaft.

Another blast, and another! The heat of his fluid was boiling, surrounding all of his cockhead, his flare having plugged his broodmare’s womb from the inside, ensuring that every drop of his virile seed stayed inside her.

Another pump - he’d lost count. But he’d never cum like this before. It felt like he’d saved up for years. But he was giving it all to Trixie, every drop! The mare’s belly swelled and grew, making her look like she’d just eaten a hearty meal - truly stuffing her.

Finally, agonizingly, the waves of release began to subside. Each pulse coming weaker now, trickles instead of jets, drips instead of trickles.

He was spent.

The blue tail limply fell from his gasping mouth. His muscles sagged and failed, as he rolled down to the ground in a heap, pulling the blue mare with him as he did so - his softening penis still trapped inside her tight body.

“Oh...oh my Gods…” He wasn’t sure if he had said it, or if she had. It didn’t matter. He pulled her sweat-covered body closer to him, burying his face in the back of her mane.

He needed to hold her. An anchor to reality. To make this impossible dream real.

His hooves wrapped around her barrel, hugging her tightly to him. She moaned happily, covering his hooves with hers and giggling contentedly.

“Jot…”

“T-Trixie…”

Whispers were all they could manage. Jot’s panting was making him dizzy, and he was conscious of the fact he was drenching the back of Trixie’s neck with the sweat pouring off his brow. But he didn’t care. It didn’t matter. Nothing mattered — only this hug.

He squeezed tighter.

“Un-unf! C-careful!” Trixie squeaked with a little wiggle. “I’m kind of… f-full…”

“Pfft….” Jot snickered.

“H-hey!” Trixie giggled. “It’s your fault.”

“S-sorry.” Jot laughed. He couldn’t help himself. He was just… so happy. Deliriously happy. When Trixie’s melodic laughter quickly followed, there was nothing else he needed. Two ponies, awash in sweaty, post-coital, snuggling bliss.

…

How long could they stay like that? Intimately connected, giggling like foals, Jot spooning Trixie with love? Minutes? Hours? Forever?

...

“Ahem.”

The strange voice shocked both ponies out of their happy stupor, eyes, and ears quickly darting toward the sound as they were immediately reminded that they were not alone. A female Manehattan police officer stood on the path, eyeing them with annoyance.

“Can you two lovebirds take this somewhere private?” Her bored drawl was letting them know that they weren’t in trouble - yet. “What if a colt or filly came trotting along this path, huh?”

*SCHLORP* *POP* Jot’s organ picked that exact time to slide out of Trixie’s well-rutted body, slipping out of her with an obscene torrent of heavy, cream-like batter that soaked their legs.

The cop’s eyes followed the little river of stallion-cum as it ran through the grass, deftly sidestepping the trickle as it approached her hoof on the dirt path. “Sheesh. I oughta give you a ticket for littering too… now git you two.”

With a blushing and awkward clatter of hooves and a flurry of sweaty, entangled fur the pair flopped, dripped and stumbled the remaining distance to Trixie’s wagon, bursting inside and slamming the door behind them. Only then did they eye one another with a wry grin… and burst out in gut-wrenching laughter.

Tears filled their eyes as they laughed… harder and harder, almost unable to breathe, the tension of the moment bleeding away into soft sighs and giggles.

Jot loved watching Trixie laugh. Loved watching her face smile so honestly, truthfully. He watched her sparkling eyes as she wiped tears from them… watched as she noticed his gaze… watched as she blinked deeply at him, eyes drooping romantically… watched as she leaned into him…

And kissed him...

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