“Fuck that box.”

That's how all of this started, really.

“Sir, how many times must we go through this?” The stallion stood at the foot of my door, with some fuckin' wagon beside him. He lovingly stroked the box like he was stroking his own fucking dick. “Somepony paid a lot of bits to get this box delivered.” He shook his head. “If you reject the transaction, then I have to take it back to Canterlot.”

“And how many times do I have to tell you, I didn't order the fucking box.”

“I know you didn't order a fucking box, sir.” He smiled hopefully up at me while I crossed my fucking arms. “Please, out of the kindness of your heart, can you do this for me? It's my last delivery of the day. If you reject this...”

“Then it won't be your last delivery?”

“Precisely, sir.”

Fuck, man. You wanna know the one question that bugs me in life? It isn't even about life, either—none of that existential and nihilistic meaning of life bullshit that gets jack done. Nah, fuck all that shit.

What bothers me in life is not reaching my full potential. Y'know, my potential in being a walking, talking asshole? I got banished from my previous world for being such a cunt over some message board, and even then it didn't feel like I was living up to my daily quota.

And it was all because of stunts like this.

Why, oh why, couldn't I give less of a shit about others?

“Alright,” I said, grumbling. “I'll take the stupid thing.” I stepped out from the door, gesturing inside. “Leave it on the kitchen counter. You can feel free to fuck off after that.”

The stallion’s smile turned into a smirk. “Sign this real quick?”

He produced a clipboard from the wagon and passed it to me using his wing. It asked for my full name, which was easy enough: Anon Anon Anon.

I was very glad to have not chosen a name that started with a K, like Kirk. Yeah, fuck Kirk, him and his smug shit-eating grin. Guess who’s having the last laugh now, fuckwad.

“There you go.” I passed the clipboard back to him, still standing out of the way. “Now can you bring the box in? Go suck a fat one right after, but bring the box in first.”

The stallion shook his head. “Sorry, can't do that, sir!”

“The fuck?” I blinked. “Why not?”

“The moment you signed for it, that package became your property!” The stallion slowly backpedalled down the path of my lawn, his wings flared and ready for take off. “The company has very strict regulations about what does and doesn’t fall under its possession.”

“You sleazy son of a bitch!”

He turned around and flew off into the air. I ran out to the lawn, a shaking fist held up to the clouds. “I'm keeping the wagon, and if you show your ugly mug at my house ever again, I’ll bash your skull into it!” I shook my head, grinding my teeth together.

See? This is why I don't help ponies. At the end of the day, for no matter the reason, they will always try to find a way to cuck you over. Oh, they'll be grateful, all right. Right until they get what they want: then they kick you in the nuts and have sex with your wife on the way out.

Truly, being kind has made a sucker of us all.

But what the fuck else was I to do? I suppose whining like a 4 year old twat and crawling into a ball of shame out on the yard for being conned was on the table, but what the fuck would that do? Nothing! The more fun activity is taking the box, setting it on fire, putting it back on the wagon, setting that on fire, then burning the ashes and shoving them up that pony’s bum next time I see him.

You'd be surprised how many problems can be solved by the raw power of fire, my friend.

But I decided against it. Starting a fire sounded like work. Hard work. Work where there was work after the work: fire spreading to my house and having to deal with shit like that. Can't complain at a guy about not wanting a box, because doing that was work, only to work afterward, because that meant the cocksucker got his original goal and then a little extra on the side.

Ponies say I think weirdly. I say fuck’em.

I came before the wagon, looked at the big box, and lifted from both sides. Heavy fuckin' bugger for something that didn’t reach halfway past my knees.

I didn't stew on it much. I carried that motherfucker inside. Fuck the wagon—I could deal with that shit later. I walked into the house, closing the door with a kick from my foot, and towards the kitchen table. I'd brought my hands to the bottom of the box— at this point I was starting to worry about whatever was inside breaking the bottom seal and crushing my toes.

I put the box on the table and circled around it. I didn't have many friends—no sane person should ever associate with me—but with that being said, there was the odd soul (or two hundred) that wouldn’t mind my entrails decorating their living room wall.

But then I remembered this was fuckin' Equestria, and internet still wasn’t a thing yet. Worst case scenario, a pony was sitting inside the box with a knife taped to their hoof, ready to fucking stab the first person in sight. Or it could be Pinkie Pie.

I blinked. It….could be Pinkie Pie. It could totally be Pinkie Pie

I grabbed the kitchen knife.

I held the steel blade in the air, twisting it so it was pointing down Michael Myers style. Holding the flaps of the box with a hand, I slowly tore them apart, the ripping sound of cardboard and packaging tape filling the silence.

Eye for an eye...bitch.

I threw up the last two cardboard flaps, inching my knife down and ready to strike. What I found, however, was horse pussy staring me in the face.

“What the fuck?” I stepped back from the box, dropping the knife. “What the fuck is this!?”

“Nnnnhmmm?” The creature inside stirred, the big, cyan ass filling out on the rim of the cardboard. The sides of the box bowed under the weight of her heavy flanks without the tape holding it in place. “What's that? Am I”—she yawned—“here already?”

“Rainbow Dash?” I knew that ass crack anywhere, but it was the crack in her voice that confirmed it. “The fuck? Are you good?”

“Yeah, I'm pretty good at everything.” The rest of her stirred into action. She tilted back her head, yawning. She ran her tongue over her lips while glancing coyly back at me, some her mane obscuring her muzzle. “But does that carry over to birthday gifts? That's something I wanna know.”

“Birthday gifts?” There was so much fucked shit happening at once, my mind had either slowed down to a mile an hour trying to process everything in vain, or it cut the middle man and pulled the blue screen of death at the stupidity/absurdity stack overflow. “Who's birthday is it? Yours?”

“What? N-No, you big dumbo!” Rainbow Dash glared back at me like she had set sights on the stupidest person she had ever seen... she wasn't wrong about that, to be honest. “It's your birthday today, remember? We were talking about it last week.”

“We were?” I tilted my head and rubbed my hand against my chin as I reflected on the past week. Luckily for her, my mind had just under a week-long’s memory capacity. Not only that, but when you included the strip club, drinks, mares pole dancing and...other things—that kind of stuff made it easier to remember. “Oh yeah! After the stint with Candy! You were actually paying attention to my drunken ramblings?”

“We're dating, you moron!” Rainbow Dash huffed. “Geez. How do you forget something like that? Especially, well, me!” She leaned forward, giving me sultry bedroom eyes. “No way you had a girl as great as me. Nu-uh. You ever have a marefriend take you out to a club like that before?”

“‘Course fucking not.” I covered my face with my hand, sighing into my palm. “Look, it’s just been a really f’ed week.” I let my hand drop to my side. “Of course we're dating. I tend to forget about my birthday. It's not something I bother to celebrate, nor something most my girlfriends cared much for anyway,” I said as I scratched the back of my head.

I let my hand drop at once, smiling at the mare. She had her neck craned as she looked back at me, along her back and over her ass. Her cheeks were a faint red, the effort to fight back a blush made her look even more adorable.

“You really are special, Rainbow,” I continued. “Y-You're the first mare... girl... marefriend who’s chill when it comes to this dating stuff. N-Not only that, but you remembered my B-Day! Never quite like a gift like this before.” I was stuttering like an autist in a spelling bee competition and I knew it. I turned my head and coughed into the crook of my shoulder, hoping my good effort hadn't gone to waste. “So thank ya for this, Rainbow. I uh, you know, really do mean it...thanks.” If the ground can swallow me and send me to hell right now, that’d be nice.

Rainbow Dash just kept staring at me with her violet eyes of her’s. Maybe it was just my mind, but from the distance it looked as if there was a soft glow to them—framed by her trimmed eyelashes. That was something else: Rainbow had her mane brushed, and touched up her face with light make-up. Rainbow Dash never wore make-up.

And then she pulled her head away. She stared forward, her legs tucked underneath her chest and belly. When seconds passed, she shifted in place, her ass still too big to be contained. It didn't help that her flanks swayed and jiggled in sync with the movement.

“Alright.”

My eyebrows raised. “Alright?”

“Get over here so I can suck your cock off.”

I was stunned into silence.

“Well, what are you waiting for?! You ordered the dashing delivery service, didn't you? This is your birthday gift, some come over here and enjoy it, birthday boy!” Rainbow Dash lowered her head, gulping. From behind, her ass started to sway left and right, sliding along the cardboard, putting the suppleness of her cheeks on display. “Or do you want to sign up for Dashing Prime^TM?”

To be honest with you, the moment I was face to face not only with the roundest, firmest ass around, but not only that, seeing pussy out of left field... my cock had been erect from the very fucking start. It'd been a while since I had a good lay—or any lay for that matter.

So. When Dashie told me to come around the table? I took it like a champ and almost marched over to her. I didn't bother to fight the growing grin, though hiding the stiffening bulge from my groin was nearly impossible.

Truly, I was almost ready to cry.

Rainbow Dash herself was beyond cute. She was a few inches below my groin, which caused me to stand closer to the table. She took a deep whiff, her blush spreading further across her cheeks. Her mouth was partly open, like she was trying to say something, but only minuscule squeaks came out.

“Pants.”

“Huh?”

“Y-You need to take the pants off.”

I looked down. I could Rainbow's eyes settling on where it bulged out. From above and through her mane, I almost swore I saw her eyes sparkle.

I wasn't the kind of guy to keep a girl waiting—I’m an asshole, not a jerk. Undoing my belt, I let my hands rest at my hips, teasingly pulling down my pants. I then stepped out of them and kicked them aside. Afterward, my hands went for my boxers, but a whimper stopped me.

“No.” I was hunched forward when I heard her talk. When I looked up, I realized I was face to muzzle with Rainbow, mere inches separating us. Though her blush was extreme, the glow in her eyes was dead set on me. “K-Keep them on.”

I glanced down at my boxers. It was covered by miniature sun-sprites. I glanced back up at her. “You like the design?”

Rainbow giggled. Her tongue then ran over her lips, slowly, like she was regaining lost confidence. “I like what they hide.” Her eyes raised and then locked with mine. “Gotta leave something to the imagination. I promise not to leave ya hanging.”

Her eyes flicked down.

“Though I don't think ‘hanging’ will be a problem.” My eyes flicked down as well, which brought me a blush of my own. The tip of my cock had poked out through the band of my boxers, growing in the cool air. “For someone who isn't a stallion, you sure got somethin' over them.”

I wasn't sure to chuckle or to blush, so I did both, as our eyes traveled up and to each other again. Staring at each other we smiled, we blushed, and without words, motioned toward each other. The warm exhale of her snout brushed against the skin of my nose. Within seconds, our lips pressed together, skin against fur, both meshing against the other.

We kissed and we kissed, our lips taking the other, something small and sweet speeding into something frenzied. Fires brewed in my chest, fuelling my hands to cup her right cheek, the other to wrap around her neck and take her as my own.

I pulled her in, increasing the pressure of our kiss. Soon, kissing wasn't enough. My thumb stroked at the trimmed fur of her cheek, sometimes breaking the layer to reach skin.

Half-way through the kiss, I got risky. Turning my head slightly, my mare caught the lead, doing the same counterclockwise. My hand around her neck found itself down at her chest, grabbing at the tufts of fur there, letting the soft strands brush and overflow in-between my fingers.

With my face to her muzzle, our lips parted enough for our tongues to come out. They wrestled at once, mine pressing and pinning hers down to the bottom of her jaw. But hers was far bigger, sliding underneath mine and coming over, pinning me inside her mouth.

Her tongue let me free, a bridge of saliva connecting our lips only for seconds. As we broke too far apart, our drool dripped and dropped onto our respective chests.

“Alright big guy.” Rainbow Dash fell further into her box. More of her ass filled out over the back. “You're no stranger to this. Come get your birthday present!”

I stared down at her, kinda dumbfounded. Below me, Rainbow Dash kept in her box, smiling at me. With a flutter of her eyes and a lick of her lips, she then closed her eyes and opened her mouth—letting her tongue hang slightly out.

My cock twitched at the sight.

I honestly had no idea what the fuck I was supposed to do—and I know I must sound like the biggest schmuck admitting that. On the surface? Fucking easy. Mare in the box had her mouth opened enough, letting her tongue roll out just for me.

All I had to do was... you know... stick it in there and stuff, maybe throw in some dirty words for good measure.

But man. I fucking froze. I had jack shit over my movements. My cock stiffened in front of me, almost like it was pulling me forward to where it wanted to go. Still, I was unable to decide or do. Trying to will myself forward, I grunted, finding that nothing had changed.

“Cold feet, huh? Guess you need a mare like me after all.” Rainbow Dash had said after opening her eyes. With a grin, she leaned forward, bringing her muzzle underneath my erection—and then lifted up. “Hwere we Gwo!”

The softness of her tongue collided against the underside of my cock. At once, warmth and wetness comforted my skin. The radiating heat of the wet muscle rose well above my girth. Giggles from below soon followed.

I, on the other hand, bit my bottom lip. There was a whimper brewing in my chest, though I fought it down, not wanting to revel her anymore in my weakness. She hadn't moved anymore. All Rainbow did was set herself in a perfect place.

And my lust did the rest.

The feeling of her tongue on my cock made my teeth bite deeper into my lips. Her tongue was thick, wide, and wet. The rubbery surface demanded movement of me. So I shifted. Back and forward, slowly, enjoying how the smooth but slightly rough surface of her tongue tickled against my sensitive skin.

“T-That's right,” I said, not so much meaning it, but only because I felt like my hesitance had created a gap between us. Deciding to take the lead, I got into the character, and only hoped I could pull it off well. “Y-You like that, don't ya? My massive dick sliding along her tongue. You sure can even keep it up?”

Rainbow opened an eye and tilted her head slightly to the right. Her eyes were squinted like it was asking if I was being serious. In a single look alone, her cockiness shone through, but that only made me all the more aroused.

To prove my worth, I slid my cock further into her maw, feeling the heat intensified. My tip slipped past her lips, the warmth of her mouth slightly moist, a comfortable heat that prickled pleasantly across and around my girth. I took a second to enjoy the aroma of greatness that was Rainbow Dash's mouth.

“O-Oh shit,” I muttered to myself, flicking my hips and sliding my cock along her tongue. “B-Blowjobs will never be the same after this.” My feet shuffled closer to the table—to the point my thighs pressed against the wood. “Why didn't I fuck a horse sooner?”

“Yuh swtill havwen't fwucked mwe.”

“That's something that can easily be changed, my little Dashie.” I didn't have any shame—the warmth inside her tight muzzle only drew me in more. Rainbow Dash, however, didn't remain still. No. She proceeded to lurch her head forward, taking most of my length inside of her mouth.

More that, she closed her lips around my cock.

“Thatta fuckin' girl.” I groaned. Rainbow Dash giggled while she bobbed her head, sliding up and down my length, being sure to twirl her tongue around my girl. The leathery feel of her tongue flicking my skin drew throb after throb from my cock. “E-Enjoying this, aren't ya?”

Rainbow made a humming noise while she built herself into a steady rhythm. Slow, of course, taking care to drag her tongue a back along my top while she pulled back. The bumped on the back of her tongue pressed into my skin. Seconds later, her tight muzzle pushed onto me again, licking where her previous bumps had rolled across.

But it wasn't enough. There was an aching building in my cock that was worsening with every passing second. I needed more sensation, more touching, more pleasure. Shaking my head and curling my fists, I knew couldn't survive this steady speed for much longer.

My eyes rolled down to look at Rainbow. Her muzzle kept tight around me, sucking me off, licking around my girth, slower, much slower than anytime before. Something was up. Rainbow looked far too cute for what she was doing—rainbow strands spraying in the air, cute, raspy, feminine sounds. It wasn't like Rainbow. No, not one bit.

And then I caught her. One of her eyes, opened only slightly, glimmering at it looked back at me. The way how her lid was nearly closed, leaving what was exposed so incredibly cute and sexy. I knew. At that second I knew she was teasing me.

But she wasn't making a move. She wasn't doing anything but keeping with her torture. And this would not change. This was the speed she had set, and it would stay that way—unless I had something to say about it.

And that glimmering of her eyes was my challenge.

“Think you're sly, huh?” I chuckled. My fists were clenched when she increased her speed suddenly. She tried to get a play out of me. And she had failed, leaving me to make my move on her. “Let's see how good of a birthday present you are!”

My hand went underneath my cock and to the front of the box. I hooked my fingers into it, inadvertently brushing against the softness of her blue fur, and when I pulled the box toward me, the smoothness of her body pressed against the back of my hand.

When she was closer, I didn't give Rainbow Dash a chance to react: I shoved my full length into her tight muzzle. At once, she recoiled back—the silkiness of her mane slamming into my palm.

And then I crossed the gap she had created. I could feel the tip of my cock poke against the back of her throat. Having her locked in place, I couldn't help but smirk. I finally had one over her... even if it did feel pretty forceful.

But when I looked down at Rainbow's face, I lost that smirk immediately. Though her head was against my hand, and her body held mostly in place, her head was still felt cutely to the right. Her eyes were half-lidded. Her lips, despite around my cock, stretched further then they needed to.

And... and... wait. Something thick and sweet whiffed into my nose. I inhaled, deeply, blinking at the familiarity of the smell. Still looking at Rainbow, her mouth was too full of my cock to speak, but the blush on her cheeks told me what I needed to know.

From my vantage point, my gaze drifted along her flat back, traveling to one of my favorite places—besides her face—on Rainbow: her perfect, round, firm and supple rump. Her twin cheeks of greatness were raised into the air far higher than they needed to be—tail lifted and swept to the right.

And the smell? I knew exactly where it was coming from.

“It seems like I'm not the only one enjoying my birthday gift then.” I gazed down at the cute mare in the tight box, for the moment, made powerlessly and mine. “You're getting off to this, aren't you? A big man towering over tiny you. Is that why you put yourself in that box? To remind yourself of just how small you are? How I can rut you any way I like?”

Rainbow moaned. She moaned and she moaned, edging her muzzle forward.

“Now isn't this something you forgot to mention at the strip club.” This whole time, the hand near her head had been stroking down her mane. She may have brushed her mane, but my fingers still found the odd knot or two, bringing me delight when my fingers brushed through it. “For such a mare always trying to get others to see how great she is, you have one hell of a counter-intuitive kink, don't ya?”

Rainbow only moaned in a manner that seemed annoyed.

“Don't worry,” I replied as I brought my hand back up to her head. “I'm always willing to experiment.” My hand then grabbed her mane, my fingers clenching of her multi-colored strands tightly. “Besides! What's are birthday parties for but sharing?”

I gripped her hair tightly and thrust my hips gently. I watched from above as my cock slid in and out of her mouth, passing back and forth along her tight muzzle, my skin blanketed by the moist warmth of her maw. With every slow thrust, I risked an extra inch forward, feeling the flesh of her cheek coax my skin in spit.

“You're a good mare, aren't ya, Rainbow Dash?” I nearly whispered the line as I kept flicking my hips. “Taking my giant cock like the little and brave mare that you are. Buuuut!” I groaned into the air, feeling as I slid into her mouth my tip prodding against the back of her throat. “You're so... mmhmm... small.” I exhaled heavily. “That I'm not you can fit all of me.”

A distressed whimper was my reply. Gazing down at my little Rainbow, she was trapped, stuck, and sucking my cock. Despite this, her ego beat one, not daring to take such a comment without a bit of a fight.

“Think you can take all of me, do ya?” I kept driving my crotch into her muzzle, sometimes catching the warm exhale of her snout on the skin of my abdomen. “Hate to break this to ya, Dashie, but your mouth isn't going to be big enough to take all of me.”

More whimpering. She already knew what I wanted to do.

“Y-Your throat? But are you sure you could take me?”

Rainbow Dash whimpered some more.

And I knew that I had my answer.

So. With a hand full her strands of her hair, I held her head up and in place. I wasn't cruel—I wasn't too far gone to go over the top with... whatever the hell this was. No. Instead what I did was give her some slack: enough to keep her in place, but with enough freedom to still flinch and such should something go wrong.

“You ready Dash?” I said to the mare in the box. Most of my cock was in her mouth, my tip erects near the back of her throat. “Oh well. Hell of a way to celebrate a birthday!” And with that, I shoved most of my length into Rainbow's mouth—forcing my cock immediately to slide into down into her throat.

Rainbow gagged at first, but she made no inclination to back away. At once, the velvet walls of her throat clamped down around my cock, a spongy like surface ensure that, had her mouth not made me slick, then her throat would.

I pulled out from her throat. There was another cough from Rainbow—but only one. She didn't struggle, though she shifted in place, waiting for me. Feeling more comfortable with this, I shoved my cock down her tight throat once more, holding the mare up by her mare, letting my cock prob deeper into her throat.

And her throat clenched down around my member. The deeper I went, the tighter it squeezed my cock. Due to the lubrication, I was able to slide up from the flesh with a bit more ease, collecting more spit along my cock.

Sooner rather than later, the gagging stopped. My crotch was now freely slamming into her muzzle, my thighs slapping against the wood of the table. Faster and faster, my cock shot deeper and deeper into her throat—sometimes being a bulge I could see through her skin and her fur.

And Rainbow caught on. Her throat would tighten around my the moment I entered, milking me for all I was worth. But the moment I pulled up, the walls of her throat became lax, allowing me to pull out. Seconds later, I fucked her throat again, and again, and again and again, until the rhythm, a cadence of whimpers and moans and groans were filling the air.

I was humping Rainbow Dash's muzzle by this point. My balls kept smacking against her chin. The sensation wasn't unpleasant. In fact, it built toward the aching resounding from the base of my crotch, which was getting better and worse with each of my thrusts, building to a point of no return.

I was also holding up Rainbow's head by now as well. Gripping her by her mane, I held her head up from inches away, leaving her muzzle relaxed for me to fuck as I pleased. Rainbow herself seemed gone by this point. Her eyes weren't set on me but up, nearing rolling right up into her skull.

And I could feel both of us getting ready. Fucking her throat, with her tongue pinned underneath the underside of my cock, my cock twitch, horribly, as it neared its release. And as good as this felt—holding up a mare like Rainbow Dash by her mane while I fucked her throat... I knew I just couldn't leave her hanging like that.

I enjoyed the sensations for a few moments longer. Getting a few more thrusts out of Rainbow's mouth and throat, I curled my toes to repress my release. Then, and for the last time, I threw my crotch right into Rainbow's muzzle, my balls flinging up and smacking against the soft and furry underside of her jaw.

And Rainbow must have sensed something was up as, once I had shoved myself as deeply into as I could, the velvet walls of her throat did not loosen when I tried pulling back up. She kept her throat clamped at its hardest even when I pulled back on her mane.

My cock slipped through the tightness, but without being absolutely squished by wet softness—something that almost made me came then and there. I was lucky to get my cock back to just inside her mouth, to once there, her tongue slid out from my underside, desperately licking at my length as I pulled out of her.

“Whaddya, crazy? L-Let my dick go!” I struggled to even stumble back a few steps. Even to the end, Rainbow kept her lips tightly locked around the head of my cock, flicking her tongue seriously at my tip. “You'll get more of it soon! I promise! I promise!”

This marked the first time in my life where I struggled to take my cock back from a girl I was banging; second times the charm when I then had to promise she would get my penis very, very soon. Eventually, and after a few licks, Rainbow Dash relented, but not without huffing.

“H-Hey! Wh... wha...” Rainbow tried to speak in-between her panting, but didn't realize just how much she needed the air. Letting go of her hair, her body leaned heavily into the front of the box, which held her up for the moment. “...where ya...going...!?”

“R-Relax.” My teeth chattered, and I barely got the word through. Going from moist heat to the cool, open air was not a nice transition. Immediately, I walked around the table, nearly hopping all the way to the back of it. “Maybe my birthday, but I'm not going to leave you high and dry...” I stopped behind her tail, almost walking into a wave of heat and must. “...or wet.”

Rainbow's pussy was completely exposed. With her tail flicked over her right flank, her snatch quiver in the open air. At the base of her cunt, her clit peeked out, already lubricated by her juices which, right down, dripped into a collective splotch on the table.

“Very... very... wet.”

“Will you s-shut up!?”

“That I can,” I was quick to reply, “but if I can't make any sounds, then there's not much I can do back here, can I?”

Rainbow's mane swayed in the air as she gazed back at me. Her muzzle laid on the rim of the box, still too weak to lift herself. “You mean you wanna...”

I chuckled. “What? Are you kiddin'? 'Course I do! No way in hell I'm wrapping this job up solo.”

Rainbow Dash sighed at my remark. “You are such a dork.” She looked away from me. “Bit of a dick too.”

“In what way?”

Silence. “Dick.”

“Thanks for the compliment.”

We chuckled at the pass for a crummy joke. I got myself settled before the back of her box, pulling it closer to myself. Once she was near, I adjusted myself to our positions—I don't know when I had adjusted to the idea of fucking my marefriend in a box, but that was what we were going to do.

“You gonna take the whole day back there!?”

I smirked. “Whole day to admire your back here? Yes please!”

“Oh shaddup.” Rainbow Dash stuck her rump into the air, shoving her slit before the tip of my dick. “Will, you just hurry up and rut me already?” She swayed her flanks left and right, some of the fat filling over the rim of the box, the rest of her ass jiggling from the movement. “Or do I have to finish what you started.”

“Nice try, but I know your kink.” I grinned. My hand slapped down on her right cheek, feeling the softness jiggle into place. Then, seconds later, my hand sunk a bit into her softness, feeling the fast mesh around my fingers. “Supple! But how about firm?”

“Are you seriously doing this right now?”

“Doing what. This?” With a hard grab of her right flank, I grinned, shoving my cock into her snatch. My tip slipped through her folds, each rubbing along the sides of my cock as I entered her. As my cock pierced deeper into her pussy, I felt the smooth texture of her walls clamp down around my girth.

Finally. Slipping my entire length inside of her, I whimpered and I moaned. To me, it was like leaving the warm pool to a cool breeze, then scampering as quickly as I could to get inside the hot tub. First time I compared a mare's pussy to a hot tub—today was a day of firsts.