Tonight's the night. Tonight's the night you go on a date with Milky. There’s no reason why you should be nervous. You’ve only been at her side for the past week and a half. Then again, it could have something to do with the two of you not being alone this night. No, this isn’t just a date, this is a DOUBLE date, with Daisy, the mare you had a crush on back in middle school, and Ryan, a friend of yours from the same school, who is now with her. It’s been so long since the last time you saw them both, that it brings out that uncomfortable knot in your stomach which only appears when you are nervous about making a good impression.

Again, there is literally NO reason for this. Just remember, Milky will be with you, and it is your main duty to show HER a good time, not them.

The place that you all are going to, is a restaurant called Appleloosa Bar and Grill, no doubt named after the town of the same name. Though with a western sounding name, one quick peek inside the day before, showed that it wasn’t specifically a western themed joint, where you had to wear cowboy hats, and do the hoedown. It was more casual, but being the night that it is, you do want to look nice.

You got yourself a decent looking checkered shirt, slacks, and using your classic black tennis shoes to complete the ensemble. You’d fork down bits for proper nice shoes, but no one is going to notice that you’re wearing tennis shoes.

The hour approaches, and you are ready to go. Hair clean and smelling nice, shirt tucked in, all that’s left is for Milky to emerge from her bedroom. You assume that she got herself some kind of ensemble for the date, too, though Celestia only knows what she got. She’s been in her bedroom for what felt like ages. Though you are aware that it is normal for a female to take longer than the opposite sex, when it comes to getting ready, the clock is ticking, and you don’t like to be late.

Things have been a little awkward with you and the Milkmare, ever since you agreed to the date. It’s not like you two aren’t talking to each other, far from it, but she had become less…flirtatious with you. Gone were the playful remarks she would make when you were milking her, the face licks, the random googly eyes you’d catch her doing; she was, for the lack of better words, behaving like just a friend should. Even the late night bedroom romps have gone away, with just a “goodnight” coming from her, and falling fast to sleep. You hope that you didn’t make her angry, that would pretty much suck.

“Milky?” you call out, “Are you ready?”

“Almost.” you hear her say from the other side of the closed door, “Just…don’t laugh at me, okay?”

“Why would I laugh at you?”

“Just…promise me, please?”

“Yeah, I promise.” You mean it, too. Unless she came walking out in a clown outfit, the chances of laughing at her are slim to none.

Slowly, the door opens, and Milky cautiously steps out into your field of view. You look at her and find that it is not Milky that stands before you, but a beautiful pony goddess…that happens to look like Milky. In short, she looks amazing. A casual but fitting light blue dress, that covers her body, a small application of black eyeliner, perfectly accentuating her eyes, and best of all, her hair is straight, not a curl. It looks just like it did when you saw her in the shower; you liked her curls, but there was something about seeing her with straight hair that took your breath away. She scratches at the floor with a hoof, nervous about your thoughts on her appearance.

“So?” she asks, “What do you think?”

“I think….” you pause for dramatic effect, “I think you look stunning.” You see her face blush a bright red at your words, causing her to put her head down, trying to hide her emotions from you.

“I look silly.” she tries to downplay it, “I’ve never done this before.”

You go to her, kneeling down before her, and putting a hand on her shoulder. She looks back to you, as you give her a loving glance.

“For a first time try…I think you did a damn good job.” you smile.

“I bet Daisy’s going to look better than me.” she continues making an attempt to bring herself down. You shake your head in great disagreement.

“No, I highly doubt she will.” She may have stopped flirting with you, but you haven’t stopped flirting with her.

“You’re just saying that to make me feel better.”

“Even if I was, is it working?”

“Maybe.” she smirks, “I’m not overdressed, am I?”

“Not at all.” you look down at your watch, “It’s almost eight o’clock. We better get going. You ready?”

“Yeah.”

“You look ready.”

Right on time, with not another moment to lose or spare, the two of you enter the restaurant to greet the also recently arrived Daisy and Ryan. They are dressed for the occasion, too. Daisy looked lovely in her black evening dress, but you were correct; Milky looked much better. You never thought you would be thinking that there was another pony more attractive than Daisy, all those years ago in school, but there it is.

“Hi!” Daisy says in that peppy tone of hers. She trots over, giving Milky a hug, followed by a hug for you. “I’m so glad you made it.”

“Me too.” said Milky, “And right on time.”

“So punctual! I like that.”

“How’s it going?” asked Ryan, extending his hand out for a shake. You take it.

“Going well, thanks.” you reply, “So, is this place any good?”

“It’s delicious.” Daisy responds, “I’m sure you’ll enjoy it.”

The waitress leads you four to the booth, facing the window, so you can see the residents of Trottingham walking around the marketplace. The town looked pretty at nights, so the view was to your liking.

“I have to say, I love your dress, Milky!” Daisy compliments.

“This old thing?” Milky looks down, “I got it at a bargain store.”

“Nevertheless, you look positively adorable.” Daisy turns her attention to you, “As for you, you look handsome. I see you grew up nicely.”

“Oh…uh…thanks.” you say, unsure how to respond to something like that.

“Still doesn’t compare to my, Ryan. Huh, sweetie?” she looks at Ryan, and the two make romantic faces at each other, before going in for a little kiss. Somehow, the cheesiness of their love made you grimace, but your expression goes back to normal, before they notice. She looks back, making rotating glances to you and Milky. “So, how long have you two known each other?”

“Less than two…”

“Years!” Milky interrupts you, “Less than two years.”

“Really? You never mentioned him. Like, at all.”

“That was…because…” Milky thinks, “Ummm…” Slowly, her story is losing credibility.

“W-We were pen pals.” you save the day, “We wrote to each other constantly; telling stories, getting to know one another, we became such good friends. I enjoyed writing to her so much, I decided to come down to finally meet her, a few weeks ago. Then we became pal pals.” you chuckle, “That’s why you never saw me, until now.”

“Oh, that makes sense.” Daisy understands, believing your story.

You look over at Milky; she doesn’t say it, but her eyes scream ‘Thank you’. You smile, and subtly nodded your head.

“Still, it must have been quite a shock, when you saw her little ‘talents.’” Daisy chuckles.

“Daisy!” Milky raises her voice, embarrassed.

“Oh, it’s all in good fun, honey.”

“Actually, not as shocking as you would think.” you smirk, “Milky told me about those a few months into the relationship, so when I finally met her, I prepared myself for it. Honestly though, I don’t mind them at all.” you wink to Milky, holding her close for a half hug, making her giggle in response. “What about you two?” you change the topic to them, “How long have you been dating?”

“Dating?” Ryan asks. He puts a hand up, pointing to a gold wedding ring on his index finger. This was a surprise, even for you.

“Married?” you wonder, “Wow, I never would have guessed. How long have you two been married, then?”

“We’ve been married for three years, but were together since the beginning of high school.” Ryan explains, “Courting her wasn’t easy, was it?” he looks to her.

“Not at all. I admit I played a little hard to get, but you won me over, eventually. Tell them how you did it.”

“I went to her house in the middle of the morning, holding a boombox over my head, playing her favorite song.”

You think to yourself that Ryan totally stole that from a movie you saw years ago. But, you’re sure that he was aware of that. Still, that was a pretty good idea.

“All My Only Dreams. It’s such a wonderful song.” she leans against Ryan, to which he kisses her on the top of her mane.

You look upon the couple with happiness. If you were back with them all those years ago, and you saw the same thing, jealousy would have taken hold, but now, you are honest to Celestia happy for them.

After the waiter showed up, and you all took your orders, the lights go dim, with a spotlight shining on the center of the stage close to you. Triumphant music blares, as a particularly enthusiastic human in a cowboy outfit, comes racing out with a microphone in hand. The ponies and humans in the restaurant applaud at his appearance.

“How ya’ll doing tonight?” he shouts in a western accent. The attendants applaud again, with some sporadic cheers. “That’s what ah like ta hear! To all ya first timers, allow me ta say welcome to Appleloosa Bar and Grill, and to all those who have returned, allow me ta say…WELCOME BACK! YEEEEEHHAAAAWWWWW!!!!!”

Other customers follow suit, shouting “YEEEEHHAAAWWWWW!!!!” along with him.

“He seems like a lively fellow.” you whisper to Milky.

“He’s always like this on karaoke night.”

“What?” you completely forgot it was karaoke night.

“Now, ah see a lot of ya’ll out here with your special somebodies, or your special someponies, and that can mean only one thing…Hearts and Hooves Day is approaching, and ya’ll know what that means?! KARAOKEEEEEE!!!!!!!!”

“That’s not seriously the only time they do karaoke, is it?” you turn back to Milky.

“No. He also does it on Nightmare Night, Giving of Thanks Day, Hearth’s Warming Eve, all the big holidays.”

“So come on down, ladies, gentlemen, fillies, and gentlecolts, get on the stage, and sing to your special sweetheart!” The Announcer goes back to the curtain.

You watch as the first guy gets on stage. He picks a song from the machine and off he goes. The man is clearly intoxicated, singing a love song through slurs and burps. The woman he’s with loves it though. Maybe she’s drunk too.

“And I'm gonna keeeeepppp on looooooovin' yooooooooouuuuuuuuuuu!!!!!!!!!!” he sings with little to no grace.

“I loves yous too honey bunny!” the woman shouts. Yeah, she’s as drunk as he is.

Your food arrives just as the drunkard is finished with his romantic ballad of intoxication, and falling off the stage with a loud thud. You are drawn away from the scene, and look down at your meal. A tasty barbeque chicken sandwich and fries for you, and a cobb salad for Milky. Ryan and Daisy both ordered a radish and tomato sandwich, with a small salad on the side. It’s not uncommon to see humans eating much healthier foods that ponies would enjoy, but you recall Ryan back in middle school as a lover of fried chicken and mashed potatoes. Then again, that was before he turned all buff and stuff. Maybe hanging out with Daisy has changed his dietary habits.

“You don’t mind that I eat chicken, do you?” you ask Milky in a brief bout with self-consciousness.

“Of course not. There’s chicken in my cobb salad.” she gently smiles.

“I thought you said ponies don’t normally eat meat.”

“Key word being ‘normally.’” She says, taking a fork-full of the salad, with a healthy helping of chicken at the end of it. That’s a good enough incentive as any.

You chow down on your food; it was mouth wateringly delicious, and extremely spicy. You love spicy food, even though it took a half a barrel of water to get rid of the burning sensation on your tongue. Occasionally, you’d glance back at the karaoke, to see a mare singing her heart out to another stallion, who whoops and hollers at every sung syllable she spouts out.

“I LOVE YOU, BABY!” He shouts in approval.

“I LOVE YOU TOO!” she shouts mid song. It was very sweet. She was a pretty good singer, too. That was one lucky stallion.

Once you four were done eating, it was all drinks. You weren’t that much of a drinker, but tonight was a good occasion, so you helped yourself to some hard cider. Milky was more into wine, and the two lovebirds were fans of appletinis and strawberry margaritas.

Another singer came and went, this time a stallion who stood there like a stone wall, practically reading the scrolling text, rather than singing it. This was Daisy’s cue to get up from her seat.

“I have to use the little fillies room.” she said, as she gets onto the floor. She turns to Milky. “Come on.”

“I don’t have to go.” She says.

Daisy gives Milky a look, gesturing hard to go to the bathroom with her. It appears she has some matters to discuss with her. It takes a little for Milky to finally get it.

“Oh, well. I guess I do.” Milky says, getting on the floor, and trotting with her to the bathroom.

It’s only you and Ryan now. You turn to him, giving out a good laugh at the situation.

“I guess they have some things to talk about, huh?” you chortle.

“You know how girls are. Always wanting to talk about one thing, and one thing only.”

“Which is what?”

“Their boyfriends.”

“You’re married.” you laugh, “And I’m not Milky’s boyfriend. Just a friend.”

“Yeah, sure.” Ryan scoffs, not believing you. “Don’t think that I didn’t notice the way you were looking at her. You like her.”

“Well…yeah, of course I like her. She’s great. She’s charming, beautiful, I mean like, really REALLY beautiful, oh my god.”

“Does she know?”

“I hope she does. Considering all the times we slept…” you stop your last thought with a hand on your mouth. Ryan could take a wild guess as to what you were about to utter, though.

“Wait. You two have slept together?” Ryan leans in, elbows on the table, staring at you in wide eyed amazement.

“I…” you sigh, you’re not going to hide this one. “…yeah, we’ve slept together.”

“And you’re saying that the two of you are just friends?” his tone of voice sounded judgmental; not approving of your lifestyle.

“We don’t know what this is, yet. We’re just…trying things out. After this week, we’ll hopefully come to some kind of conclusion.”

“So, what you’re saying is…that…for the time being…you’re friends with benefits?”

“That’s exactly what I’m saying.”

“Huh.” he looks like he understands, not that he agrees, but that he understands. He leans back on his seat, thinking about what you said to him. “Well, you better decide quickly. Milky’s other relationship wasn’t exactly smooth sailing.”

“I know.” you say, thinking about Milky’s past.

Milky stands by the rows of sinks, waiting for Daisy to emerge from the bathroom stalls. She really did have to go to the bathroom. Milky, on the other hoof, did not. She downed at least four glasses of wine at the table, but the urge to use the toilet was nonexistent.

As she waits, she thinks about her companion sitting at the table, waiting for her to come back. She reflects on how she was treating him for the last couple days. Ever since he agreed to the date, she had been distant from him. On the outside, she was still friendly towards him, but deep down, she was rather annoyed.

To be fair, she didn’t ask for the name of the mare he had a crush on back in his younger days, so she couldn’t be too mad at him for that. What she was miffed about, was his near non hesitance to say yes to the double date. He tried to apologize, but she waved it off, even though she wasn’t exactly happy at the choice. They had a good thing going, but it appeared that, given the opportunity, he would go out with Daisy without a moment’s notice.

Then, she realizes it.

“Am I…jealous?” she thinks to herself, “No, I can’t be jealous! He’s just a friend…a friend that I really like. Oh sweet Celestia, I AM jealous!” She glances over at the mirror, continuing to lock herself into her thoughts.

“Calm down, now. There’s no need to be jealous, Milky. After all, he’s been great to you this whole time. Just because one mare from his past has returned, shouldn’t make you angry with him. Besides, have you SEEN the way he’s been looking at you tonight? Wow.” She bites her lip at the thought of him.

Before she could continue this conversation with herself, the toilet flushes, and Daisy comes out of the stall, with a look of relief on her face. She washes her hooves, and reaches into her purse to apply some last minute make up.

“Well?” Daisy averts her gaze off the mirror, and on to Milky.

“Well, what?”

“What do you think about him?”

“Oh…” Milky thinks about it, “He’s…he’s great.”

“Come on. Don’t be all modest with me.” she prods Milky’s shoulder, “I know you like him. I could see it, and you can’t hide it from me.”

“Okay…” Milky comes clean, “He’s pretty much close to a perfect guy, alright? He’s nice to me, he compliments me…”

“How is he in bed?” Daisy wonders, eyebrow raised, and smirk made.

“Daisy!” Milky looks around, “There are others in this bathroom, you know!”

“Of course I know! I don’t care. I know a pony that has been sleeping around when I see it. Now, spill it! How is he?”

“He’s….” Milky blushes a bright crimson, thinking of all night and days she spent in the throes of passion with her human companion, “He’s wonderful. I love it when his hands are all over my body, and his tongue playing with mine, and the way he ruts me? Perfect!” as she finishes that last thought, she realizes that she said everything out loud, so anyone that is in the bathroom has heard her. That wine must have gotten to her head. She smacks her mouth with a hoof, but the damage has been done.

Daisy looks at her with a devilish smile. The room goes eerily quiet.

A woman comes out of the stall and walks over to the sink. As she washes her hands, she looks over at the ever so embarrassed Milky.

“Sounds to me like you ought to marry this guy.” she smirks, before drying her hands, and leaving the restroom.

“Not a few weeks since he arrived in town, and already you two are rutting like crazy?” Daisy chortles, “Nice work, Milky.”

You and Ryan get to talking about your past experiences in middle school. It was nice to reminisce about such things; the two of you were pretty good friends back in the day. Milky and Daisy make their way back to the table, and sit down just after you were finished with the story about how you and Ryan accidentally kicked a ball into an old pony’s house, and ran off. You apologized to him later, but man did that old codger know how to run.

“I see you two are catching up, real nice.” said Daisy.

“Just reliving the glory days.” smiled Ryan.

“What glory days? We were little terrors!” you laugh.

“Like I said. Glory days.”

You all have a good laugh at that, when the Announcer comes back out of the curtain.

“Okay folks. It’s getting towards that time. I see many faces still here, many couples. Eventually, we’ll have to turn off the karaoke, and go to good ol fashion music. So, we have time for one more song. Which one of ya brave folks will get up here?”

“He will!” Daisy shouts, pointing directly at you.

“WHAT?!” you shout, “Oh, no no no, I didn’t say…”

“Come on down! Don’t be shy young man!” the Announcer gestures to move towards him.

“Milky!” you look to her, “Don’t make me go up there.”

“I haven’t heard you sing before. It’ll be fun.” She grins, pushing you out of your seat.

When you stand, the crowd applauds. You shoot sharp looks at your table, but put on your best feigned smile, as you get onto the stage. The Announcer asks your name, which you give; making him put the microphone in your hands, and leaving a goodbye pat on the back. Now here you are, alone on stage, with over a dozen eyes staring at you, waiting for you to do something.

“Uhh…hi.” you say sheepishly into the mic. You look over at the giggling Milky and shake your head at her amusement. “I’m uh…going to see what you got here.” You walk over to the machine, looking over all the songs they had programed in.

Scanning through them, you can see they’re all love ballads. Understandable, since it’s a Hearts and Hooves night. The crowd gets restless at your incapability of choosing, telling you to hurry. Finally, a song catches your eye. It’s from a film you know and love, and always wanted to sing this song to someone or somepony, that you thought was…the one. You smile, turning your head to Milky. She cocks her head to the side, wondering what you chose.

“Okay, I got one.” you announce much to the relief of the crowd. “Just so you know, I’m not the greatest of singers, so bear with me here. I dedicate this song to the mare that is accompanying me tonight. Milky Way…this is for you.”

You press the button. You walk to the center of the stage, waiting for the prompt to go. You’re not going to stand there, and read the lyrics; you know this song by heart.

5…4….3….2….

You put your mouth to the mic.

1….GO…

“I wanna make you smile…whenever you’re sad…

Carry you around, when your arthritis is bad, oh.

All I wanna do…

Is grow old with you…”

The crowd awws at the first verse. Milky’s smile has all but disappeared. Her gaze turned into wonderment. You keep going.

“I'll get your medicine…when your tummy aches

Build you a fire, if the furnace breaks, oh.

It could be so nice…growing old with you.”

Milky’s eyes sparkle in the light, her smile returning. As the song reaches a faster tempo, you walk off the stage, making your way towards her.

“I’ll miss you…kiss you…

Give you my coat when you are cold.

Need you…feed you…

Even let you hold the remote control.”

You get right to her, kneeling down, getting eye level with her.

“So let me do the dishes in our kitchen sink.

"Put you to bed, when you had too much to drink.”

She laughs, as you can see a hint of tears in her eyes.

“I could be the man….who grows old with you.

I wanna grow old….with you…..”

You rest your forehead on hers, as the song comes to an end. The crowd applauds when it is all over. You weren’t the best singer out there tonight, but it still felt good to do that. The Announcer walks over to you, and you give the microphone back, never breaking eye contact with Milky. To you, there’s no one else in the room, besides you and her. Not even the company you brought with you matter at this point. The two of you stare into each other's eyes for what seems like an eternity.

Hopefully, now she understands how you feel.

The evening has come to a close. You say goodnight to Ryan and Daisy, and walk on home, with Milky at your side. It was a short trek, but made longer at the sight of Milky staring into your eyes, with the sultriest of looks. Your heart pounds as you keep on walking, anticipating the night to come.

The two of you walk through the door, and you close it, locking it tight. No interruptions, no nothing. You turn to see her standing not too far behind you, looking like she's about to jump you at any moment.

“So…” you say.

“So…” she replies in a seductive tone.

You walk over to her. When you get closer to her, she makes her move. She jumps up, and you catch her. She wraps her back legs around your waist, and drives her mouth into yours. You step backwards, slamming into the door behind you. Your hands travel along her body, feeling every inch of her, as you play inside her mouth. Your tongues wrap around in an erotic dance, slathering each other in their saliva.

You get the strength to move away from the door, stumbling around the house, as you make your way to her bedroom door. It’s a miracle you didn’t trip. Making out, while walking backwards takes skill…and you got some skills.

With a swift kick, you open the bedroom door, and get over to the bed. Now you can fall backwards. You do so. She straddles you, rubbing her forelegs all over your chest, before getting into an opening on your shirt. She breaks away from the kiss, and with a quick RIP, she tears the shirt open, exposing your bare chest, and breaking off several buttons.

“Hey! I just bought this shirt!” you feign anger. You are loving it.

“I just bought this dress.” She puts her chest out, allowing you to grab the top of her ensemble.

You tear it down the middle with great force, exposing everything she has underneath. Her breasts spill out onto your stomach in all their glory. After you throw her now torn dress to the floor, you quickly put your hands on them, cupping them with a gentle caress. She breathes heavily at your touch, before leaning back down, and invading your mouth once again.

Removing your hands from her teats, you bring them further down to your belt buckle, furiously unbuckling your pants, ready for the event to take place. You manage to pull your pants down halfway, your fully erect member pressing against her left breast. She breaks from the kiss, smiling at you.

“What is it?” you ask.

“I want to try something.” she whispers.

“You know how I feel, when you want to try something.” you smirk, “I’m willing to do anything.”

“Believe me; I think you’re going to like this.”

She stands on all fours, and proceeds to turn around. Her swinging teats and glistening wet marehood loom over you, while she stares at your shaft with hungry eyes. Slowly, she brings herself down; her breasts pressing on your neck, while her ready slit is inches away from your mouth. You can feel her breathing on your length, the warmness making it tingle with anticipation. The sensation is almost unbearable, to the point of precum oozing down you.

Then, you feel it. Her tongue licking up the precum, before her mouth feverishly wraps around your cock, bringing it further and further inside of her. Her tongue lapping up your flavor, and sucking down on it. You gasp and moan; she’s never done this to you before, and you don’t want her to stop.

“Oh god!” you whisper to yourself.

Not to leave her hanging, you suckle on her teats first, purging a few drops of her precious milk down your throat. But, you’ve done this before, now it’s time to do something you haven’t done, but always wanted to do. You grab onto her rump, and forcefully bring it down, allowing her sex to press against your lips. You give it a slow lick. The moans coming from her reverberate around your shaft; she’s enjoying it. You make it better, as you insert your tongue inside her, feeling her tight wet walls, allowing her sweet fluids on your taste buds.

She quickens the pace, and so do you, matching her speed perfectly. You press her sex into your mouth further, taking in every last drop of her. She moans louder, as she vigorously sucks you off; she’s a master at this. So much so, that the pressure inside of you is beginning to build. You take it up a notch, fondling her breasts, as you continue to eat her out mercilessly. She tries even harder, playing with your scrotum as she continues to fellate the hell out of you.

It becomes a competition on who can make the other cum first. You can feel her walls become wetter and tighter, and you are getting close yourself; your shaft pulsating in her mouth. You lick her clitoris like there’s no tomorrow, and she drives your length up towards the back of her throat, squealing with delight at the oncoming orgasm.

It doesn’t take much longer, when you both can’t take any more, and reach your climaxes at the same exact time. Her fluids pouring into your mouth, and your seed shooting up and down her throat. You hold her sex down on you for minutes, taking in her delicious juice.

Finally, you let get of her, and she lets go of you. She moves back around, facing you, and resting down on your chest. This isn’t the end; merely just a break from the main course. The two of you pant, taking in the experience. You can see the smile on her face, and she can see the same expression on yours. Eye contact causes the two of you to chuckle in amusement at the little race you two had, before going in to embrace her tight.

“That was fun…” she pants.

“Milky…I think…I like you.”

“I hope so.” she chuckles, “After all we’ve done. It would be weird if you didn’t like me.”

“No…I think I…LIKE you…like you.”

A pause. It’s the closest you’ve gotten to telling her your true feelings. The long silence makes you worry. Maybe she doesn’t feel the same way, or maybe you just surprised her.

“Oh.” she says.

“Do you feel the same way?” you ask.

“I…I’m not sure. I was kind of getting used to being like this.”

“So, you don’t feel the same way…” you sound disappointed, “Forget I said anything.”

“No, wait.” she quickly says, “I like you, I do, I’m just…trying to figure things out right now.”

“I see…” you sound down. She puts a hoof on your chest, caressing it.

“Things could change, though.” she smiles, “At the end of the week…who knows? Besides…” she leans down, kissing your chest. “You’ll have plenty of time to convince me.”

“I guess I’ll have to try even harder, now.”

“I guess you do…” she gives you an unbelievably sexy look, as she licks your nipple, before biting down on it.

“Ow!” you yelp, “That hurt!”

“Don’t lie. You liked it.”

Your returning erection is more than enough proof that you liked it. You didn’t have to say anything, as she can feel it pressing against her plot. She grins that lustful grin of hers, knowing what is to come.

“Round two?” she asks.

“Yeah…round two.”

You move her to the side, and you get behind her. You remove your pants all the way, tossing them to the side. You won’t be needing those for the rest of the night. You guide your fully hard shaft around her delicious plot. She looks to you.

“What are you doing?” she wonders.

“It’s my turn to try something.” you say with a grin.

She feels the tip of your length pressed against her anus. She gasps; now aware of what you have planned for the second bout of bedroom roughness. She looks at you seductively, licking her lips, which only serves to make you harder.

“Dirty…” she whispers. Not the first time she’s called you that.

You bring your shaft down, soaking it in her vaginal fluids, before bringing it back up, and driving it into her backside. She screams, but combines it with a moan, as she feels you inside of her. As incredible as it sounds, she’s even tighter here, than she is in her marehood, but you endure.

Slowly, you start moving back and forth. She exhales a pleasured breath, as you find your rhythm, turning your movements into actual thrusts. Her breathes become small moans and squeaks, as you get a bit rougher with her. Your scrotum slaps against her amazing rump, and breathing heavily at each move you make. You lean down and put your hands on her breasts, massaging them, squeezing her nipples tightly.

“Nyah…no…” she gasps, “If you do that…I’ll…ahhh!”

Milk dribbles out onto your hands. You continue to feel her up, wetting her breasts with her milk, as you plow into her.

“Harder…” she whispers. You hear her. “Do it harder.”

You slam into her. You finally get that desired rhythm going with your thrusts, but she takes it a few more steps further. Every plunge you make into her, she clenches her muscles, effectively stopping your thrusts. Using the time she has, she grinds and gyrates her ass against you, the feeling of her fur against your skin, with the combination of being inside her, is indescribable. Before you can’t take much more, she lets you go to continue assaulting her backside.

It’s incredible, and it’s driving you insane.

“Harder!” she shouts. You do as she says. You pound into her as if it’s your last time having sex with her. She yells, moans, and gasps all at once at your roughness, and she’s in love with every second of you burying your cock into her perfect behind.

You move your hands away from her breasts, and insert your fingers into her slit, playing with her clitoris. It’s become a contest again, and she’s well aware of it. She assists with your thrusts again, holding you back, before letting you go again. It’s become a game of out of control passion, and it’s fantastic.

You lean down again, this time moving her mane, and exposing her neck. You kiss it, moving your tongue around her fur, and lapping up her sweat. She turns her head to you, and you respond by open your mouth for a sensual kiss. You stare into her beautiful green eyes, as she pierces your soul with a loving stare.

“Never leave me…” she says.

“Then say it.” you whisper back.

“Say what?”

“Say that you love me.” The pressure inside you has returned, and it’s building fast.

“I…ah…can’t…” she gasps.

“Say it, and I won’t leave. I’ll stay with you as long as I live.” You roll your eyes back, euphoria taking hold of you, as you thrust into her harder. “Say it!” You can barely take the pressure anymore, but your holding back as long as you can, waiting for her to say the words that you so desperately want to hear.

“I….I….” she starts to say it. Suddenly, she stops, clenching up hard, and yelling to the ceiling. “I’M CUMMING!!!”

You can’t wait anymore. You pull out of her behind, complete with a pop sound, and instantaneously plunge your shaft into her sex, blowing your load into her. You moan with immense pleasure, as you empty yourself inside of her. She feels the warmth of your seed filling her stomach, as you clamp down on her breasts for one last glorious squeeze. A couple spurts of milk shoot onto your hands, soaking your palms. Once it’s all over, you rest yourself on her back, kissing her shoulder.

“I almost got you to say it…” you chuckle with bated breaths.

“Let me see your hands.” she asks of you. You put your palms to her muzzle, showing her milk all over them. She laps up the milk, cleaning your hands of it. “There. All clean.” she giggles.

“Just say it…” you quietly say. You’re exhausted. Sleep is taking hold of you. It’s hard for you to speak. “Just once…” you trail off.

Soon, you slide off of her, and fall onto the mattress. The comfort levels are rising, and your eyes start to close. You see her looking upon you with a smile. You want to wait until she says it, but the sweet release of sleep is looking much better.

You close your eyes, and drift off.

Milky puts a hoof on her companion. She lays down beside him, watching him sleep the night away. He’s been so good to her for the past week and a half. Taking care of her, helping her at the shop, giving in to her desires, no matter how crazy they can be. He is in every way, the man she always wanted. But, why is she so scared to admit her feelings to him? So much races through her mind, that it’s difficult to fall asleep alongside him, as much as she wants to. All she can do is watch.

She kisses him on the forehead, and caresses his shoulder.

“I love you.” she whispers.

He does not hear.