Chapter #6Even I have standards! by: Godot   "Fuck no!" You swat at them with your hoof just so they'll back off.
Sweet merciful Luna no! You may be a horny little nymph, but you would never! They're colts for Celestia's sake! Not to mention they're the certainly not the most attractive pair you've ever met. Even if you were willing to clop in public, behind the most thin of barriers, fucking an underage colt is something you wouldn't even think of doing. Well, that's not entirely true. There was that faithful Nightmare Night, you were in heat and had a few too many spiked hayshakes. He was the cutest little thing you've ever seen, dressed up like a pirate and flaunting that pert flank; you fucked his brains out and he left you walking funny for two weeks.
You're so busy daydreaming that you completely forget that those two colts are still present. They're at a loss for words as the watch you sitting there, drooling from both ends at the thought of your naughty indulgences.
Snails finally speaks up, "Uh, ma'am, did you pee?"
He points a hoof toward the slowly growing puddle at your crotch. You blush and swipe your hoof at them again. This time Snips jumps back and yelps, you think you must have skinned his knee. You rise, in a huff, brush the dirt of your coat and stomp off. As you go, you completely forget that your aroused state has your tail up in the air. The boys stare for quite some time.
Snips glances over to his friend, who is now sporting a massive hard-on, "Ew Snails, put that thing away!"
"No way, eh, I'm gonna go squeeze one out..." He mutters under his breath and heads toward a nearby bush. Snips looks back and forth to check for onlookers. Then he darts into the brush after his friend, sporting a stiff pecker of his own. The two boys had a gay old time, quite literally, but that is not the story we are following.
...
Finally you manage to settle down. After a bit of walking you found a neat little inn to stay at. The hostess must have noticed you were a tad bit excited, because she gave you your key without many questions. All the better, you suppose, because right now you just want a quiet room to relax in. The room you paid for wasn't very large, but that suits you just fine. After all you weren't planning on spending much time in it.
Tossing your saddlebags aside you leap up onto the bed and spread your legs, revealing your womanhood. One hoof reaches down, and then a second so that you can rub harder. A nice game of "pet the kitty" is exactly what you need to unwind after that wholly embarrassing experience. You start to daydream about that colt again and your lips moisten from just the idea of him. His tight little rear end, his bright eyes, his small-but-vigilant stallionhood. You remember his eagerness when you gave yourself to him. You can hear his voice in your mind,
Scary butt fun! He cheered as he plowed you like a fresh plot of dirt.
You find yourself on edge, almost about to break in these fresh linen sheets. But yet, you don't find release. You hear something that pulls you out of your fantasy, you hear...  indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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