>>155255She blinks as he propositions to her, then coyly smiles.
"Alright, let's do that."be back in a couple of hours
>>155256He smiles and moves towards her from behind. He walks up by her right side, and then places a foreleg over her back. But he doesn’t stop there. Rather, he moves his hoof forward, trying to find her shoulders, or some place of support. Then he moves up the other leg, until he is almost standing on her. He fails to get a footing, slides down, and then he pulls his legs off of her.
>>155259Despite her small size Amber is solid enough support. Unfortunately Mustard needs to practice his technique.
"Mustard?" she asks uncertainly.
>>155260“Yes?” He says, unfazed. After moving off, he walks forward, so that his muzzle faces Amber. He has a joyful smile.
>>155261"How do you want to do this?" she asks with a small smile.
>>155262“How do
you want to do this?”
He has a wide smile, and walks around in front of her
>>155263She blinks, then looks away, blushing.
"Er, I don't really know…but I am a little sore, so slowly please."
>>155264“So am I” his smile is awkward
“I suppose we can wait”
>>155265A mischievous smile spreads across her face.
"Want me to clean you off in the shower?"
>>155266“Uh…” there is some hesitation
“Sure”
>>155267She enters the bathroom and stands on her hind legs in the shower, facing the shower head and bracing with her forelegs on the wall below it.
She explains her brilliant plan.
"Could you do a hoofstand so you're upside down, facing away from me? You can lean on me or this wall for support."
>>155270She smiles reassuringly at him.
"Don't worry, it's a tight fit but I'll keep you up."
>>155271“Uh…” There’s a disconnect between Amber and Mustard Trim
>>155272"Don't worry, we could do it the other way first and you can wash me first!" She drops down then lifts her hind legs so they're under the shower head, and she's standing with her head downward.
"This is the only way we can bathe together." There's one thing he can be sure of: necessity breeds creativity.
>>155273Mustard’s ears fall down.
“We’ve had sex once” he says. “And I already have to stand upside down.”
>>155274She looks disappointed at his reaction.
"We can wash separately…it was just an idea…" she mutters melancholically.
>>155275“No no, it’s….” He sits down, but doesn’t seem to know what to say. Or more accurately, he doesn’t want to say it.
>>155276Amber gets out of the shower and lies down next to him, her head in his lap–or, at least as much as she can accomplish with his projection in the way.
"You can tell me if you want, or don't if you don't want to. I just thought you might like it, it's…intimate."
>>155277“No no. I want to. I want to be intimate. I would like to shower with you sometime. It’s just….” He looks down, although with Amber’s angle. “I like new and adventurous sometimes… but if every single thing we do has to be more adventurous, more risky… just, more than the last thing we did, I am not going to win.”
>>155278His fillyfriend looks up with her gentle purple eyes.
"I think I understand." She stands up and gives him a short kiss on the lips before pulling away.
"I also prefer going slowly. But…you already put yourself inside me. We wet on each other several times–if that's the right word. I don't know how we can be more adventurous than that." There's a strong blush on her cheeks.
>>155279He smiles, briefly closing his eyes for the moment of the kiss. He has a wide, awkward smile.
“Yeah, heheh. I’ll wash with you when we get to a bigger shower. Or maybe in a lake or something.”
He continues smiling in that way, knowing he’s made a wrong move, but not really able to get out of it.
Perhaps Amber laments her poor vetting that led her to this stallion. Perhaps she takes solace in the knowledge that stallions, like all things, are replaceable.
>>155280Amber won't let a few quirks get between her and true love. Or, at least, that what she hopes.
"Mmm, a lake, we could make love like seaponies…" she remarks, clearly not deterred by the prospect of sex.
"Do you still want to 'get dirty' before we wash?" she asks, batting her eyes.
>>155281“Yes.” He says, likely looking to make up for his previous misstep.
>>155282"Well, I'd figure we'd distracted later otherwise, and we can't have that can we?" she asks, standing and eyeing him up. She thinks for a moment about how to do this before looking down and bopping him in the phallus with her hoof.
>>155283“Yeah, we might be busy the whole day.”
His phallus is soft, but mostly extended out from the sheath. It’s long and floppy, and hangs from his underside. It bounces, and swings back and forth a few times.
He starts to move around, heading towards Amber’s backside.
>>155284The petite mare giggles as he flops around. She turns his head to see what he does next.
>>155285He makes a pass around her, moving his head near her dump and tail. He stands behind her.
>>155286She flips her auburn tail up to give him a better view of her backside, blushing as she does so. Her sienna lips conceal the goodness within.
>>155287Mustard Trim takes a moment, moving his muzzle so close to her, she can feel his breath on her exposed genitals. After many seconds of this, he moves slightly to her right side, and rubs his coat against hers for much of the length of his body. Then he moves a foreleg across her back, gains a grip, moves his other foreleg on her, and soon, stands up on her back.
Amber can feel him pressing against her genitals, and slowly parting her lips.
>>155288Mustard can see her labia twitch in response to his breath. Her smell is a…mix of things, sweat, the remnants of her arousal, and the seed that he injected inside her and which has also plastered onto her rump. The smell of him making her his is energizing, but certainly not suitable for social engagements.
Amber has to will herself not to tremble as he pokes her, since she cannot let him fall. Mustard mounting her feels peculiar, despite it being the most natural position, because she cannot see his face as they copulate, but she doesn't object.
>>155289His phallus misses the first time he pokes her, going too low. Perhaps it wasn’t firm enough. But it bounces against her lower lip, then moves against her skin snd goes as far as her tests. He moves against her lips with the second attempt, and this one strikes her. He pushes in, penetrating her. She doesn’t see his face, nor feel much of him besides his hoof and what is now in her, but he is very much there.
>>155290"Eep!"She grunts as he enters her. Her vagina is a little sore, especially without natural lubricant, but it's still sensitive and tingles of pleasure jump up her spine as she's penetrated. Something about this position, how Mustard is in a position of relative control while being supported by her, is especially arousing.
>>155292Mustard is in control, no doubt about that. He doesn’t, if perhaps can’t, move all the way in her in the first thrust. He simply moves aside her labia in the first movement, then goes an inch in the second time, abs a little more the next, rubbing against her slowly. He doesn’t wait for her to moisten for him, but he does give her time catch up. He gradually pushes in deeper, and deeper, until his medial ring is between her lips.
>>155293"Mmm…mmm…mmmm…"Amber is appreciative of him thrusting into her slowly and incrementally, even if she hasn't moistened fully. The ridge along his tip still feels wonderful as it pushes along her walls, ever deeper. She widens the stance of her rear legs outward and carefully, so as not to upset his balance, bends her front legs until her torso is angled to the floor. This makes his member bend downward as he pushes in, and every thrust can brush against her sensitive clitoris.
>>155294His medial ring brushes against her clitoris with each movement. He changes the position of his legs to stand even further along Amber’s back. This lets him get closer, and deeper. His hind legs make contact against her rump, and his belly against the base of her tail. Now even his medial ring, at the end of the thrust, moves in her.
“Ah”
He stays mostly silent. Mostly. A few sounds escape his lips.
>>155295This position, for all the lack of personal closeness that a mating press has or the control Amber had in a cowgirl position, seems to be what they are biologically designed for. Unlike with the others, his sensitive underside meets its counterpart the clitoris with every movement, and it feels like he could maximize his depth like this.
Amber moans softly and twists her neck as her sensitive little nub gets touched, and her love canal becomes a little more moist which eases the soreness. She swings her tail up to hit his side as his stifle pushes up against her rump.
>>155296Her long tail moves around his body. He lowers his angle, bending his knees, letting his belly touch her back. He makes more frequent, shorter movements. His head faces forward
>>155297Amber tries using her muscles to maximize their pleasure, pushing in on his penis as he drags it out and relaxing as he ruts back inside. Her gasps become quicker and more pleasured as he moves faster, the sensations of her clitoris making it difficult to think about anything but their mating. The close contact of their bodies heightens her arousal and she pulls her head up close to his. She imagines them outside of civilization entirely, the wild stallion Mustard Trim ravishing her, rutting her senseless and making her his. She will bear enough of his foals to make a whole herd.
Mustard can feel her, and perhaps himself, become a little more moist to aid their lovemaking further. The sounds of their rhythmic movement become more apparent. He may also notice that Amber's rump serves as a good cushion to rut into from this angle.
>>155298"Ah!" He takes a sharp breath. Indeed, it doesn't seem he thinks about anything else. Her muzzle touches the bottom of his chin. Her rump repeatedly moves into her belly, and her tail repeatedly pushed upwards, or to the side. Mustard again pushes himself up, trying to go deeper.
>>155299Amber's marehood is delightfully warm and slick for his member, and her muscled plot firm yet with a good amount of give, so he has indeed found a naturally pleasurable place to hilt into.
Her gasps come in staccato and reach a crescendo.
"Y-yes!" she groans, just before letting loose a pleasured squeal. Mustard can feel her clitoris and labia spasm, experience her walls becoming fully wet and slippery, and hear the
pat pat pat of her marecum drip onto the floor. She grabs onto him tightly but forces herself to release him, intent on not making him cum just yet. Instead, she shoves her rear back into him pulls forward slightly, and pushes back again, all the while her tail is stretched at a seemingly uncomfortable angle.
She also stretches her forelegs in front of her to maximize her downward angle, letting him plunge down right to the entrance of her waiting womb.
>>155300With Amber's new downward angle, gravity pulls him forward, while her rump comes even closer to his thighs and bel. Amber can feel his testes barely touching the bottom of her labia when he pushes in, and his thighs rub against her flank. He stands up on his forelegs high above her, trying to get the best angle to go deep inside. He thrusts into her, and out, flaring inside of her
>>155301bel?Amber shudders and moans in orgasmic pleasure as he pushes on.
"D-deeper!" she yet cries out. She squeals again as his flare pushes her walls aside, those wet and sensitive bumps stimulating each other as they brush past. Her tongue lolls out as she looks up toward him.
>>155302BellyAmber looks up to see his muzzle high above her. His mouth is closed, and he looks up towards the wall and ceiling. He moves his hooves lower, and lower down her back, so that he is even higher over her. With this, he is thrust deeper inside of her, abd he makes shorter movements. His medial ring mostly remains inside of her, though it pops out at the end of each thrust to rub against her clitoris and vulva
>>155303Amber's groans become more erratic, and she feels lightheaded as the sheer amount of pleasure becomes almost too much even for her. Just as with the night before, conjugal romance gives way to primal instinct as she is fiercely bred. Still, she does not faint, and her hooves remain planted to the ground, even as his medial ring pushes past her sensitive entrance. Deep inside, she can feel his tip kissing her cervix just before his testes slap against her clitoris. Despite his flare scraping fluid out, she keeps herself very wet, and that intoxicating musky scent fills the room.
>>155304He presses down into her back. Then he moves further back, and his hoof slips slightly. He recovers quickly, but this causes noticeable pain to Amber. All the while he thrusts deeper, deeper, and his flare rubs and presses against her vaginal walls as he moves in and out, in and out, in and out.
He snorts, then he whinnies as the pace becomes faster and faster. He almost vibrates inside of her. Then he nearly jumps back, placing his foreles almost ontop of her rump, and presses himself as far inside of her as he can go in a painful thrust to Amber,
"I love you..."
The words slip out of his mouth in a whisper, and not a beat later a stream of fluid slips out of him with a slight twitch and interruption in two streams. He stands like that for several seconds, before relaxing and falling down to where he is not so deep inside of her and is close to her back
He gently nibbles her left ear
>>155305Carried away by sheer physical pleasure as well as the lust to receive her one-and-only coltfriend's
and future husband, she imagines seed, she shows little to no reaction to the pain, perhaps an ear twitch.
She whinnies in turn, a feminine, higher-pitched sound that somewhat resembles her earlier squeals, as his pace rises to a fever pitch. He can feel her plot shake as he throws himself against it, faster and faster.
The mare is too dazed to respond verbally to his words except with heavy pants. Finally he manages to push her cervical barrier wide enough apart for his urethra to ejaculate yet deeper inside of her. His scrotum and her clitoris twitch against each other, as if engaged in a carnal high-five over successful collaboration. She lets her vagina clench in on him like a rolling mill as he pulls himself partway out, squeezing out every last drop.
She doesn't change her stance for quite some time. His mate still shakes underneath him and has an unfocused gaze at the wall of the room, all while still panting heavily, though slower than before.
>>155307After the passage of a few seconds - not long at all, really - Mustard Trim moves back, pulls himself out of her, and hops off of her, next to her side. He moves next to her, looking to her face,
"So are you going first, or should I?"