Aryanne’s a lot of fun, you think.

She’s been nothing but pleasant to you, even if she does give off this weird vibe. There’s just something about her you can’t put your finger on.

Sure, she murdered a zebra right in front of you, and that was weird, but that’s not really what you mean… She’s just… different. You don’t know. There’s just something about this pony that’s troubling you.

However, that may be nothing, as you do get troubled pretty easily and pretty often, so maybe the thoughts are just a bad side-effect of hanging out with Daring.

God damn. You still can’t believe she left you.

It happened just this morning, but you still can’t stop thinking about it. All this time you’ve been spending with Aryanne physically, but mentally, you can’t stop thinking about your old partner.

You were thinking about her 30 seconds after she flew out of your life.

You were thinking about her when you went for a drive with Aryanne and her unicorn gang.

You were thinking about her when Fluage invited you to his and her wedding at an unset date in the future.

You were thinking about her when Aryanne started touching you.

You were thinking about her when Aryanne went down on you.

And still now, you’re even thinking about her while you have your arms wrapped tightly around Aryanne’s slim waist with your face buried in her ass. It just doesn’t make any sense.

It’s like there’s some deeper part of you that can’t let go of that gray maned mare.

“D-Do you wish to stop now, Mr. Jay?” Aryanne asks, panting heavily, noticing how you’ve paused and are now lost in thought.

“Hmm? Oh! Sorry.”

“Mmmph! Oh, goodness! You are very skilled, Mr. Jay!”

Aryanne is a lot of fun, but you gotta be honest, you’d rather be with Daring right now. And you don’t even know why. She abused and abandoned you, and all you want to do is see her again.

You know that logic makes absolutely no sense, but nevertheless, it’s how you feel. There’s just something about this situation that’s… not right… You feel as if you’re missing something… You feel like you should be somewhere else… You feel like you shouldn’t be with Aryanne...

Eh, whatever. You need to just relax for a bit. You’ve had some wine, had your dick sucked, now you’re eating this chick out. Life is good if you let it, so relax and enjoy yourself for a while.

With that thought, you try to get into what you’re doing. You stop for a moment to look at Aryanne’s plump backside, seeing the mixture of saliva and her own fluids trickle down her womanhood and hind legs, matting down her fur.

The air off her rump is hotter than the air outside your tent, and it’s enough to make you sweat and want to dive in.

“Is everything all correct, Mr. Jay?” Aryanne pants, noticing how you’ve stopped again.

You grab a couple handfuls of her big butt, squeezing her plump flesh and spreading her cheeks, further exposing the helpless mare. You take a moment to admire the mare’s tight ass, wanting to have some fun with it.

Your grip on the mare’s bottom tightens for a moment as you move your thumbs to either side of her moistened slit, massaging the tender area, making Aryanne squeak a little. With a small tug, you pull her lips apart a bit, exposing her soft, pink inside.

In a fit of desire, your tongue and lips set to work, licking and kissing everything the mare has to offer. You stick your tongue inside, penetrating her walls and tasting her sweet juices run down your chin.

You take her swollen button into your mouth, gently tugging on it and rolling it around with your tongue, hearing Aryanne’s soft moans of pleasure.

You pull away from the mare’s rump, thin strands of saliva and her arousal connecting her aching marehood and your glistening lips.

We can move if you want,” you suggest, licking your lips clean of her sticky fluids.

“O-Onto the bed?” Aryanne suggests, smiling and turning back to look at you a bit.

You wouldn’t exactly call it a bed; it’s closer to a cot. But it has to be more comfortable and less messy than lying in the sand, so you’re going for it.

Without waiting for a response from your new partner, you rise to your feet and grab Aryanne tightly around her midsection. She gives a surprised yelp as you lift her off the ground and plop her onto the bed, quickly positioning yourself behind her.

She meekly attempts to stand up straight but you are quick to join her on the bed and force her chest into the mattress with your hands, pressing your groin against her backside and grinding your excited manhood against her rump.

“I like the… directness,” Aryanne remarks, glancing up at you from her lowly position. “I admit… I am… nervous.”

“It’ll be okay,” you smile, thinking you’re telling the truth. For all you know you’re a two week old demigod that has never had sex.

For all you know, you’re a 65 year old lesbian who’s had sex with everyone in the world. You don’t know anything, so you’re just guessing here and hoping to be right.

“Ready?” you ask a panting, red-faced Aryanne, her face on her hooves with her ass in the air. You rub the tip of your manhood along her lips, teasing her with what you’re about to do.

“Ja…” she swallows hard. “Ready when you are…”

With that, you move away from her a bit in order to line yourself up while standing on your knees behind her and grab onto her cutie marks, holding her in place. You slowly inch forward to ease yourself in...

Only problem is, you don’t exactly fit.

She’s a bit tinier than you initially realized and she’s a hell of a lot tighter, too. Your dick slides along her slippery marehood as you struggle to get it in, sliding up between her butt cheeks.

Aryanne giggles as she notices your struggling, turning your face red. In an attempt to stop embarrassing yourself, you try even harder to get it in.

Tragically, the harder you try the easier it’s becoming to fuck up. Your embarrassment and Aryanne’s amusement really isn’t helping the situation any.

“Here, hold still,” you say, flustered, grabbing Aryanne’s respective flanks a bit tighter to hold her steady.

“Need some help?” she laughs. “If you like, Herr Jay, I can- Eep!”

You finally manage to pop the head of your shaft inside Aryanne, after much trouble. It makes you happy that Aryanne’s laughing at your efforts has now ceased as she has now tensed up, squeezing her eyes shut and tightening around you.

“You okay down there?” you ask with a smile, seeing Aryanne in this pathetic state. Considering she was just laughing at you, you think this is the best revenge you can give. You give Aryanne’s flanks a good squeeze, easing an inch or two more inside her.

Her only response is a meek nod, gritting her teeth with her eyes still closed.

“Seriously, are you all right?” you ask, now a bit worried as she doesn’t seem to be even remotely comfortable.

“I am… Mmph!... S-Sehr komfartable…”

“No you aren’t.”

“I am!”

“Aryanne, I’m like halfway in, at most, and you look like you’re about to fall apart.”

“Not to worry a-about me, Herr Jay,” she struggles through a few heavy breaths. "What a strange sensation," she whispers to herself.

“Okay, we’ll stop.” You withdraw from Aryanne’s rump and take a seat on the bed.

“N-No, no!” Aryanne begs, turning around to face you. “I am okay, I am not in pain.”

“Yes you are. It’s fine, Aryanne, we can do something else.”

“I do not wish to do something else!” She places her hooves on the other side of your lap, getting her face right underneath yours. “I-I am okay, Herr Jay, see?” she smiles painfully. “You are still aroused, I see, and I wish… to… to help with that.”

“That’s very sweet Aryanne, but you’re not enjoying it. Stop worrying about me so much, you’re going to hurt yourself.”

“I just need to get used to the feeling of you inside me. That’s it. W-We may take it slow, ja?”

Aryanne gets off of you and back into the same position she was just in a few moments ago. She lowers her head to rest on her forehooves while keeping her ass high in the air, swishing her tail back and forth, briefly offering you a glimpse of her aching womanhood.

Your sober mind would have some apprehensions, but you’re aroused, and most of your thinking is happening with your dick.

Aryanne flips her tail up and out of the way, exposing her backside once again. Her swollen, dripping marehood practically begging you to take the her for a ride, and there isn’t anything else you’d rather be doing.

“I-It will be better if y-you put it… all the way inside. So I could get used to the… uhm… the uhm… sensation.”

“Are you sure?” you ask after a moment. “I mean, are you really, really sure?” She doesn’t seem so confident about all this, and you’re not going to force her into anything. She was the one who started all this, so she can stop anytime. You seriously don’t want to hurt her or anything.

But at the same time, you’re pretty aroused right now and want her to let you fuck her brains out. Getting blue balled now would just add to the shittiness of your short life.

“I am s-sure, yes,” Aryanne manages, glancing up at you. “It is my wish to… to please you, and I will do so!”

“Yeah, that’s great and all, but it looked like you were in a lot of pain.”

“Pain is weakness leaving the body. Now, go ahead, Jay! You will mount me now.”

She shakes her rump back and forth, showing off that she’s supposedly ready. You don’t buy into it, so you decide to take it slow. You were barely inside her and she was in pain, so in a few seconds, it’s really gonna hurt.

It’d be for the best, you think, to maybe try and loosen her up. With that thought, you lick your finger for some added lubrication and rub it along the white mare’s tight slit.

You slide a single, slippery finger into her slit, feeling her walls close around it, being careful not to wiggle it too much.

“Heh… See?” she asks, panting. “This isn’t so bad, ja?”

“That’s just my finger.”

Her blue eyes widen as she looks back, noticing that you are telling the truth. She swallows hard before taking a deep breath and looking up to you with an unsure smile.

“It is… good!” she says. “Good. You are having fun... Good. Please, Herr Jay, not to worry about me. J-Just do as you like… I am here to serve…”

She is a weird one. She continues to mumble to herself as you begin to wiggle your finger about, trying to loosen her up a bit as to not hurt her in a few moments.

You’re starting to get a little worried, though, as you wonder if her being so tight will end up hurting you. Nevertheless, you want to find out. This chick wants you to fuck her, and by God, you’re going to do it!

You withdraw your moist finger, rubbing it against a second finger to get it nice and slick before slowly inserting both digits into Aryanne. It takes a considerable effort, but with a skilled enough push, both finger manage their way into your friend.

“Oh God!” Aryanne grumbles, teeth clenched. “It’s… so n-nice…”

The strain in her voice would suggest otherwise, but you continue anyway, for if you stopped she would insist you continue.

Your free hand grips her butt cheek, pulling it off to the side in the hopes of further exposing the mare. With her butt high in the air, you give it a few kisses, letting your partner know you’re here for her. Your fingers slowly work themselves in and out of her, trying to get her to loosen up.

The digits quickly become coated in Aryanne’s arousal, making your efforts that much easier as they slide in and out with less trouble. The mare slowly begins to loosen as your efforts increase and she becomes more wet.

You extend your thumb to caress her clitoris, hopefully adding more pleasure than what’s she currently feeling.

“Th-That is much… good,” Aryanne pants, sweating, as her horn begins to glow a soft blue light.

Now you’re genuinely scared. Your fingers stop moving as you wonder if Aryanne is about to execute you. She used her magic to do that shit earlier and she must be using her magic now if her horn is lit, but you can’t tell what she’s doing exactly.

“What is wrong, Herr Jay?” she asks, looking back at you, seeing you staring at her horn.

“Doing some magic, there?” you ask nervously.

“Hmm? Oh, no. Th-This is a sign of physical arousal, Jay. I am being stimulated, ja?”

That she is, you think. Either that or you’re doing something wrong, so you guess you ought to continue with this. It seems to be working so far.

You withdraw your fingers completely, rubbing them against each other, teeming with Aryanne’s juices before licking them clean yourself, enjoying the sweet taste. A strand of her sticky fluids trickles down between her legs and onto your mattress, staining it.

You give Aryanne’s butt a few final, tender kisses, hoping all that was enough for another go at her. You sit up onto your knees and grab onto her flanks, positioning yourself behind her for round two.

Your erection prods at the entrance to Aryanne’s slit, eager to find a way in. Luckily, this time around, it only takes a moment before the tip slides in and you’re ready to start pounding away.

Tragically enough, you remind yourself that you have to be gentle, so instead of fucking Aryanne into the bed, you stay exactly where you are, waiting for Aryanne to adjust.

Judging by her reaction, she still isn’t ready. She didn’t make any noises or jump away, but her forelegs are covering her red face.

How tight can this girl physically be? Seriously. You’ve only just gotten inside her and she looks miserable. Shouldn’t stallions be more hung than you? That seems like a safe assumption. If a mare can take them, then taking you shouldn’t be an issue.

Nevertheless, here you are.

Before you give her the opportunity to say anything, you slide the rest of way in until your hips are pressed against her ass.

“Ow! Ow! Ow!” she cries, but doesn’t try to move away from you. “Ah! Oh, jeez.”

“Are you okay?” you ask, already assuming the answer.

“J-Ja! Very okay… One mo-moment, please, Herr Jay. Mmph!”

Her warmth paired with her inner walls wrapping around your length is almost enough to make you blow right there, but you manage to keep yourself under control.

Seeing what you’re able to do to this woman by barely touching her is making you really look forward to the next few minutes. Once you start moving, she’s either gonna be in a lot of pain or pleasure… or both. Who knows.

The fact that Aryanne wants to please you so much is concerning, you think. For some unknown reason, this woman you met like 12 hours ago desperately wants to take you for a ride.

There’s still something off about this whole scenario, but you’re going along with it regardless. It’s too late to turn back now.

“R-Ready, now, Herr Jay,” she mutters unconvincingly. “You m-may proceed at… at your own pace.”

Without another word, you pull almost completely out of the mare and slam back in, slapping her plump backside with your groin hard enough to make a loud *plap*.

“Aahhh!” she screams before biting down hard on her own foreleg, her eyes starting to water.

“All right,” you say, “that’s enough. We’re stopping.”

You pull all the way back out and sit down on the bed again as you did once before already.

“B-But Herr-”

“No, Aryanne,” you interrupt as she turns towards you, a tear rolling down her cheek. “It’s not fun if you’re getting hurt.”

“B-But-”

“I’m serious.” You wipe the tear off her cheek with your thumb, with Aryanne looking at you sadly. “No more. I’m serious.”

“I have an idea,” she says meekly, eyes darting around the tent.

“What’s that?”

“An idea? It’s a-”

“No, I mean, what is your idea?”

“Oh! W-Well, I said I would please you, and I still wish to… to do so… So I was thinking… maybe… I could be on top?”

“I don’t want to hurt you.”

“I know! I know!” she says, scooching closer to you, putting her flank against your hip. “I can handle this,” Aryanne says, stroking your slick erection with a soft, furry hoof. “I-It hurt a bit - but only a bit! It’s j-just the moving that… that hurts. But if I am on top, I control the moving, ja? So I will not be in pain and I can please you!”

She looks hopefully up at you with a nervous smile, still stroking your cock, while you wonder what you’re supposed to do.

She clearly wants to do this, and you really can’t say why. There are a lot of other things she could be doing that don’t involve her hurting herself.

However, and more importantly, you honestly don’t care why she wants to do this; she just wants to do this! Something good is finally happening, and you’ve stopped all lines of questioning in the hopes that this will actually happen.

This chick wants to take you for a ride? Well bring it the fuck on then!

So much bullshit has been happening, you don’t care!

She just sucked you off and it was amazing! It was a short experience, but it was amazing. Now that you’re prepared, this next potential experience is bound to be longer and way more fun. It’s finally your time.

This will probably help a lot with stress. Eventually, if you stay stressed long enough, you will get a heart attack and die. Can’t have that happen.

Fucking this pony will not only make you feel better, but it’s bound to make Aryanne feel good. As far as you know, you’ve never been laid before, especially if you’re only two weeks old…

(Does that technically make Aryanne a pedophile?....)

...But you’re probably half decent at it, and with how Aryanne has been practically begging for it all night, she’s bound to enjoy whatever you give her. To some extent anyway.

This should be great...

Nevertheless, something just feels wrong about the whole thing… You don’t know what, precisely, but something’s just… off...

What would Jesus do?

“You sure you want to do this?” you ask, trying to make sure the small pony knows what she’s getting into.

“Jawohl!”

“Well, if you’re sure,” you smile, not bothering to give the situation anymore thought. Now’s not a time for thinking, Jay! It’s a time for doing! And it’s time for doing a pony!

“Very sure!” she smiles confidently. “This will be an… unique experience for us both. Let us begin?”

“If you insist,” you smile, petting the small girl, pushing her mane out of her face. She smiles happily at you while her furry hoof continues to gently stroke your erection. “What do you want me to do?”

“Oh! Uh… I don’t know! Here, lay down on your back.”

Under Aryanne’s command, you lie supine on the bed, erection sticking straight up, as your partner nervously climbs on top you. She makes sure not to put her full weight on your groin, and seems apprehensive with being too forceful on you. She gently eases her butt down on top of your groin, grinding her pelvis into yours.

“Are you ready, Herr Jay?” Aryanne sweetly asks, putting her forelegs on either side of your head. Her warm breath washes over your face as she leans in, pecking you on your nose.

“As I’ll ever be,” you say, hoping that you get to finish this time.

Aryanne lifts her body off of yours while her horn lights up brighter than it already was and you feel her grip your erection. Honestly, if she wanted to just use her magic on you, you wouldn’t mind. The soft, tingly feeling you’re experiencing right now is unlike anything you’ve ever felt before.

The pony lines herself up, easing your swollen member into her dripping marehood. Aryanne gasps at the feeling, her eyes locking into yours as she extinguishes her magical grip on you, before very slowly and deliberately easing herself down upon you.

After what feels like an eternity of squeaks and gasps, she eventually manages to take you all the way to the base. She sits up straight, her forelegs now dangling in front of her chest as she works her hips back and forth, becoming accustomed to your length.

She releases a few hot and heavy breaths, looking desperately down at you, but what exactly you’re supposed to do, you don’t know. You can’t move, lest you hurt her, so lying in this exact spot is how life is going to be.

You place your hands on her flanks, trying to hold her in place as she appears to be having trouble keeping her balance.

“I do not know where to put my hooves,” she pants, glancing down at the hooves that are dangling in front of her chest. “I cannot keep balancing.”

“Just put them on me,” you suggest simply, wondering why she didn’t bother doing that in the first place.

“Are you quite sure?”

“Yeah, don’t be silly, come here.”

You pull Aryanne forward and she extends her forelegs, pushing her hooves against your chest to keep herself held upright.

“Thank you, Herr Jay.”

Aryanne uses her new leverage to lift herself up a bit, withdrawing from you almost entirely and you can feel the heat coming off of her and her fluids leaking down your length.

Aryanne, in a fit of overconfidence, plops her rump down into your groin, engulfing you manhood in her slit in half a second.

“Aaah!” Aryanne cries, unashamed to yell out as loud as she desires. You hope no one thinks she’s in pain and comes into your tent. That’d be awkward.

Her eyes shut tightly as she becomes readjusted to the new sensation once again, and you hope she slows down a bit. The warmth and wetness of her womanhood combined with Aryanne’s forceful thrusting is almost enough to make you explode.

Aryanne’s juices provide an excellent lubricant as she slides up and down your length, her gaze shifting between your eyes and between her legs.

Her sweat mixes with yours as her bottom slaps against your groin and thighs, the room getting hotter and hotter as your new friend starts picking up the pace, losing herself in the ecstasy of the moment.

“Th-That feels so good!” Aryanne gasps, her thrusts becoming deeper and more frequent. Her eyes appear to have shrunken somehow as she gazes into yours, silently begging for you to give her that satisfying release.

Hearing Aryanne’s lust filled moans encourages you to help her move faster, and you do so by gripping her fat rump and slamming her down upon your manhood and you feel yourself inch closer to finishing.

“Ah! Ah! Ah!” Aryanne yelps as her bottom hits the base of your shaft. “I-I feel funny,” Aryanne whimpers with her ears folded back, looking to be on the verge of tears as she thrusts down into your groin again and again and again.

At this point, you’re too lost in bliss to listen to whatever she’s saying, so you carry on. As Aryanne reaches the peak of her thrusting, with your length just barely inside her, you slam your hips upwards, penetrating her as deep as you can.

“J-Jay!” she screams as her inner walls tighten unexpectedly. You feel her moistened cavern close in around your member, feeling a tremendous warmth rush over it. Aryanne almost collapses, but manages to hold herself upright as she pushes against your chest.

You grab her ass as hard as you can, thrusting as hard as you can into the exhausted mare. After a few moments, you feel a tremendous buildup and climax into the exhausted unicorn.

“Ah, ja! Ja! Give me your babies! Fill me with your life giving cum!”

Well, that’s certainly an odd thing to shout, but it’s pretty hot, so you’re rolling with it.

Your eyes begin to roll as you expel yourself into the mare’s soaked cavern, covering her walls with your seed. Aryanne moans again and again as your cock throbs deep inside her, a warmth like she’s never felt coming over her.

After taking the most satisfying breath you’ve ever had in your life, you flop onto the mattress, exhausted. Aryanne, not trying to hold herself upright any longer, collapses on top of you, her head flopping onto your sweaty chest.

Looking down at the small unicorn, you see her hind leg twitching as she continues to ride out her orgasm with you still inside her while she wraps her forelegs tightly around your torso.

In the meantime, you figure it’d just be for the best to wait for her to come back to reality. You run your fingers through her mane, thinking about what you just did.

You had sex with a pony.

And it was good. It was really good. This is easily the best thing that has ever happened to you. If you could get a beer right now, life would be amazing.

But you’re not going to push your luck. Life is fine right now.

Nevertheless, subconsciously you can’t shake the feeling that you’re doing something wrong. You don’t know why that feeling is pestering you so much. Life is great! It’s the best it has ever been.

Forget Daring! You got Aryanne lying on top of you right now. Daring gives you up for money and Aryanne fucks you because she wants you to be happy.

Which one of them should you care about? Aryanne, obviously. Fuck Daring.

“That was nice,” Aryanne breathes, looking up at you. “Did you enjoy it, Herr Jay?”

“I did,” you respond with a simple smile, running your fingers through her mane, making her smile.

“I did not mean for this to take so long. It is getting late and we must journey north tomorrow. It will be a busy day, so I will leave you to get a good night’s rest, ja?”

Aryanne rises to her hooves, slowly withdrawing herself from your now flaccid member and you both sit up a bit.

As you look down upon yourself, you notice something is incredibly wrong. For some reason, it appears your manhood has been cut and you are bleeding slightly. You reach down to find the cut, but find nothing.

“I think I’m bleeding,” you announce to Aryanne, the only being who could theoretically help you in this situation. She moves towards you, putting her face up to your crotch and observe your flaccid member.

“Do not be worried, Herr Jay,” she beams, bringing over a towel to wipe you clean. “The blood would be mine.”

“Yours?” you ask worriedly. “Are you alright? Did you get cut?”

“No, Herr Jay, of course not. This is from, how you say... popping the cherry!”

…

What?

“I have, uhm… I have lost my virginity with you, Herr Jay!”

What?

“I have saved myself for you since I was a little filly!”

What?

“I have never had sexual activity before… even with just myself!”

What?

“I have waited many years for this. I am happy to have pleased you, Herr Jay. Are you pleased?”

What the fuck is going on?

“I found it much difficult… But we persevered, yes?”

What the fuck is going on? Have you heard anything this woman has said correctly? Are you having a stroke?

“The Fuhrer will be so pleased with me!” Aryanne squees with a giddy smile. “I will provide him an heir! A strong ruler to lead the Vaterland to greatness! Everypony will be most pleased with me. What an honor it is to serve!”

What the shit is she going on about? You knew you had a bad feeling about all this, and that feeling has only intensified.

“I hope that has worked,” she remarks, rubbing a hoof on her belly. “It will be a long wait, but our child will be worth it, yes?”

That bad feeling from earlier is now a terrible feeling. You haven’t felt this terrible since an hour ago. You can’t even wrap your head around what’s going on but you just know it’s awful.

What have you done?

“To make sure it has worked and I bear our child, we should have intercourse twice a day until I’m pregnant, ja?”

This is a joke. Surely. This can’t be real. Life can’t be real.

Something great happened to you like 5 minutes ago in form of sex. Now something awful is happening, which is Aryanne wanting to bear your children.

For her leader.

What the shit? Are you understanding all that right? Is there something you’re missing? There must be something you’re missing.

“Before we leave in the morning we can do this again, ja?” Aryanne giggles.

Do what again? The sex? You don’t think you want to anymore. But can you really turn her down? What’s going to happen now?

“Just a precaution,” she says, suddenly cuffing one of your wrists to the metal bedframe. “I can’t have you leaving, I’m sure you understand. Please don’t think of yourself as a prisoner; you’re my special guest! If you need anything, there is a guard outside. If you need me, send for me! I am here for you... Guten nacht, Jay.”

Aryanne gives you a surprise peck on the lips but you’re too stunned to respond. You’ve become paralyzed at some point in Aryanne’s strange ramblings. The small white pony puts on her clothes, wishes you a goodnight one last time and exits the tent, leaving you alone.

Your mind is swimming once again. You were hoping for a pleasant night’s sleep, but that’s not going to happen.

Why was Aryanne saving herself for you ever since she was a child? Did she know you were going to pop up one day and be available to fuck? Why does she want your children? Is that why she’s been so nice to you? Is that what your use to her and her buddies are? Has the guard been standing outside the tent the entire time? Did he hear you fucking his captain?

Those questions and more press into your existence, refusing to leave.

As you lie on the bed, wrist cuffed to the bedframe, your ever active mind races and races, getting faster and faster before it stops all together and you settle on one thought.

“What the fuck did I just do?”