Anon the Dragon, Day III: A Grave Warning (Clop)

>You'd fallen asleep again. The third day of your repayment to Applejack would start when you woke up.
>Your dreams, this time around, aren't some blissful romp through the void, as they normally are.
>There's something strange about it this time. It feels misty, like there's a fog you're trying to work through as you crawl through the ether.
>Your claws rake through tangible mist as you hear echoes surrounding you. They don't sound malicious. Listening closely, they almost sound like memories.
>"Anon, you're off to unive-"
>"-uck yo couch ni-"
>"-aghetti in your pockets?"
>The voices are all jumbled and confusing, but you are able to recognize a few key ones. Your family and friends.
>You keep pushing through the mist, but it's growing harder to make your way through each layer. It feels like there's some sort of resistance between you and the rest of this place.
>It feels unsettling after a while, but you start to hear something else above the din.
>A female voice, calling you out loudly from the other side of the wall of mist. It has a feeling of command about it, an air of importance and dignity.
>"ANONYMOUS. CAN YOU HEAR US?"
>You strain to place the voice. You concentrate hard as you rack your brain. It sounds familiar, that voice. Especially the way it shouts.
>"ANONYMOUS, WHERE ARE YOU? WE WOULD LIKE TO SPEAK WITH YOU."
>Wait a minute. You think you remember now.
"Huh? Princess Lu-"
>You're snapped out of your dream quickly as a rush of cold liquid runs over you.
>Your eyes snap open as you're left gasping, sitting upright with water dripping from your scales.
>"Well it's about time ya woke up. Ah kept pokin' and proddin', but you lazy dragons sleep like logs."
>You narrow your eyes and look at Applejack, remembering the reality of the situation.
>Your dream at this point feels like a fog in your head. You can't remember it now, but you felt it was something important.
>How could a dream be important though?
>It wasn't any matter now.

>You give Applejack a cross look as you flex the water from your wings. She didn't seem too bothered by it, however.
>"We've got an Apple family emergency goin' on at the moment, Anon, so ah need you up and ready to take orders."
>An emergency? Oh joy. Maybe this'll get you another day's reprieve from Applecunt.
>You bring yourself to standing, stretching and popping your joints as you've taken to doing frequently. It was always something you used to do in the mornings.
"Well then, lay it on me. What do I need to do today, "master"? Haul more baskets?"
>Applejack grunts and shakes her head, placing a hoof upon her temple. With a groan, she finally looks back to you.
>"As much as ah just LOVE your foolin' around, ah need you to pay attention. Big Macintosh and I have both gotta get ourselves down to Appaloosa on the next train out. There's some trouble with our cousin Braeburn's orchard."
>You nod at her as you go and lean against the yawn, looking rather bored about the whole thing.
"How does this all fit me in? I can't ride a train or go out there without starting a panic."
>"Ah need you to watch Granny Smith and Apple Bloom."
>You aren't sure you heard that right. You lean in towards the apple horse and quirk a brow.
"You need me to do what now?"
>"Are ya goin' deaf? Ah said ah need you to watch over Granny Smith and Apple Bloom. Ah'd prefer somepony else, but ah can't exactly bring anypony out here with a dragon shackin' up in my barn."
>You give a groan and simply start nodding. You have the strangest feeling that today is going to be very long, and very tedious for everyone involved.
>"Now, ah know ya can't fit into the house. So ah need you to poke your head in through the door or the windows on occasion to check on 'em. Apple Bloom doesn't have school today, so she'll be around the farm if she's not out with her friends. If ya start gettin..."
>You start to tune her out again.

>An hour passes as you find yourself watching Applejack and Big Mac leaving the farm. Applejack had given you a thorough lecture to not fill her little sister's head with any more "dragon slayin' hooey" before she left. Once again, you tuned most of her out.
>That was starting to just become second nature at this point.
>But now, here you are. Anonymous the dragon. You're stuck essentially babysitting an elderly mare and a filly for the rest of the day.
>Apple Bloom seems to be ecstatic about the whole thing, however. As Applejack finally fades out of sight (and assumed hearing distance), Apple Bloom rushes out of the house to meet you.
>"This is gonna be great, Anon! We're all gonna have a fun time! Ah'll invite the girls over, we'll all have a sleep over, you can teach us more about dragon slayin', and we can even swap spooky stories and stay up late!"
>You look down at Apple Bloom and sigh. She was too damn excited about all of this.
"Well, maybe we can do all that later, alright? I need to at least meet Granny Smith before you run off, Apple Bloom."
>Apple Bloom stops bouncing and starts to size you up. She then looks back at the door and then back at you in turn.
>"Maybe if ya crawled in...but ah don't think ya'll could just walk right into the house."
"Applejack said to poke my head in through the windows."
>The small filly immediately starts laughing in your face. You give a loud grunt in reply and prod Apple Bloom firmly in the side.
>"Ow! Okay, okay, ah get it. Ah'll show ya where a window is that's close to Granny's chair."
>You follow behind a still snickering Apple Bloom as you go around to the side of the farmhouse. As you finally reach a window, she stops and gives a grand gesture with a hoof.
>"Just right in there, you'll find Granny Smith sittin' in her favorite chair. She should be sleepin' at the moment, though."
>Well, if she's asleep, you can at least peek in for a moment. Gingerly you open the window and start to poke your head in.

>You look down to find the window was about two feet above Granny Smith's chair. You look down at the sleeping, elderly mare, and give a small nod.
>She certainly seemed to be fast asleep. Maybe it wouldn't be that hard aft-
>"AH GOT YER NUMBER YA VARMINT!"
>Oh dear lord no.
>You feel a rather dense wooden rod come crashing down onto your head, squarely between your eyes. You inadvertently let out a roar at the sudden pain, causing the house to shake slightly.
>Of course, that just spurs on more impacts from the cane and shouting from the elderly mare, who seems to have woken.
>How is she even that quick in the first place?
>"Ah ain't gonna letcha take me, ya scaly beast! Taaake this! And that! And another one fer ya!"
>You weren't sure if scales could bruise, but you felt they were going to at this point. You manage to pull your head out of the window, tumbling back to land beside a shocked looking Apple Bloom.
>"Anon! Are ya alright?"
"Ow. Ow ow ow ow ow..."
>You sit there holding your head. The sound of hooves hitting the dirt on the other side of the house hits your ears, but you don't respond to it.
>"Ah'll teach ya what fer! Peekin' in ta try and eat helpless ponies, should be ashamed of yerself!"
>"Granny! Granny, stop, it's Anon! The dragon we all told ya about! Remember?"
>You'd had your eyes closed, expecting more blows. Instead, you crack them open to see Granny Smith looking dumbfounded, a cane dropped by her side.
>"Huh? Ya mean this big feller is the apple thief? Ah thought it was somethin' more like that lil' purple feller."
>You give a sheepish wave and rub your sore scales. Fuck's sake she can hit hard. You had a headache coming on as you stand up to your full height.
>"Well paint me purple and call me a plum, yer a big 'un! Ah'm sorry fer all the commotion, ah just thought ya'll come here to eat up the Apples. The family, ah mean."
>She holds a hoof out to you in greeting. You take it and shake it slowly, releasing it after a moment.

>"So where did Applejack and Big Macintosh get to? Ah know that they gotta be around here somewhere."
>"Well, ya see Granny, that's kinda the thing..."
>You look down at Apple Bloom, who seemed to be struggling to actually say they were gone. Well, no harm in just saying it.
"Applejack and Big Mac are out for the day. They had to head down to Appaloosa for something involving an orchard. They left me here to make sure you two stay safe."
>You only then notice Apple Bloom behind Granny Smith making motions for you to shut up. Why would you need to be quiet about it?
>"Ya mean...we're all here on our lonesome? Me, you and Apple Bloom?"
>You give a nod of confirmation to the elderly mare. Maybe she didn't hear you well enough the first time.
>Silence fills the group, Apple Bloom looking at Granny Smith with trepidation. Finally, Granny Smith starts up.
>"YEEEEHAW! About dern time those whippersnappers gave me a day to muhself!"
>Apple Bloom was facehoofing as Granny Smith began to prance around. She certainly was spry for her age, if that was any indication.
>"Those two just don't know when to quit! Tryin' to keep me quiet and sittin' in a chair all day long. Ah still got some years left in these legs, ah'll tell ya."
>Granny Smith trotted towards the path in front of the farmhouse, looking back at you and Apple Bloom. There was a certain joyful look in her eyes that was both delightfully energetic and incredibly creepy.
>"Well? C'mon ya'll, lets git ourselves out on a jog!"
>And with those words, Granny Smith started to go at a reasonably fast canter towards the woods at the end of the path.
>You stare open mouthed before looking down at Apple Bloom, who let out a groan of exasperation.
>"Granny always gets like this when Applejack and Big Macintosh leave the house."
>She looks up at you with a frown and then back towards the mare heading towards the woods.
>"Now we gotta go until she's tired."
"Seriously?"
>"Yep. Ah hope ya know this is all your fault."

>Well, a jog wouldn't be too bad, you suppose.
>You start to chase after Granny Smith, with Apple Bloom keeping pace beside you.
>Goin' innawoods.
>You're honestly amazed at how Granny Smith is handling this. You'd have never expected to see a mare her age leap and tumble over logs and bramble bushes.
>You all run clear past the Cutie Mark Crusaders clubhouse, Apple Bloom busily trying to pick thorns out of her coat with her teeth as she ran. You were lucky that you had scales, but it didn't make the sensation of running through a thorn bush any more pleasurable. You ended up simply plowing through a few of the taller logs that Apple Bloom would duck under or Granny Smith would leap over.
>This whole pattern of destroying logs and crashing through thorns, interspersed with passing the occasional creek, finally ended after a straight hour of jogging.
>You all stop as you finally reach a marshy area. As the jog comes to a halt, Apple Bloom immediately falls over, out of breath.
>You can't say you're in the best shape either. You're wheezing slightly, trying to flood your lungs with as much air as you can manage with every given breath. Flying is one thing. Jogging is still hard.
>You look up, expecting Granny Smith to be tuckered out or falling over.
>Of course she's not. She's just stretching. She's not even breathing hard.
>What is this mare MADE of?
>As if reading your mind, Granny Smith grins at you.
>"Ya don't get near mah age without bein' fit as a fiddle."
>While the explanation itself is sound, it doesn't make this any easier to process. You groan as you stretch yourself and look around.
"Well, it seems like we're out of space to jog in. Should we head back?"
>Granny Smith looks down into the marsh water, placing a hoof in it experimentally.
>"Ah suppose so, big'un. There ain't enough gators out to make a swim excitin'."
>What the actual fuck Granny.
>You decide to scoop up Apple Bloom this time around and just carry her back behind Granny Smith.

>Finally, after all is said and done, you end up back at the Apple family farmhouse. Apple Bloom somehow manages to get all of the thorns out of her coat, and Granny Smith takes her appointed place at her chair, looking rather pleased with herself.
>As Apple Bloom sits in the house beside Granny Smith, you keep your head poked into the window. It seemed like the easiest way to keep everyone gathered around in the house.
>"Ah'll tell ya somethin', big'un, never let some young feller keep ya tied down in any place. It ain't right."
>You nod in agreement with her. After all, she probably had the most knowledge about anything like that. You idly wonder how dragons even treat their elders.
>Probably a lot different than ponies are treated as they get older.
>"So, since we got a mornin' jog outta the way, what do ya'll think we should do next? Get to the swimmin' hole? Maybe get to work on raisin' another barn?"
>"Grannyyyy, please! Can't we just sit inside today? Ah still can't feel my legs."
>You snicker at her as you listen. Of course, if you had legs that short and had to run a long distance, your legs would be jellified too.
>"Now listen here, Apple Bloom. If ya don't keep yerself eatin' right and fit, ya won't get near the age yer Granny is now, ya hear? It starts out young, after all."
>You feel pretty sure that Apple Bloom has heard this all before, since she just rolls her eyes and lays down on the floor. Granny Smith ignores it and continues her lecture. There wasn't much you could say on the matter, so you kept quiet.
>As you listened to the elderly mare lecture, you suddenly feel a heavy pain in your side, as if something small and dense just hit you. It felt like a large rock. Even with your scales, that hurt.
>You let out a loud growl and wince, hearing a voice accompany the pain as you pull your head out of the window.
>"How dare you try to assault Applejack's home while she's away? Begone, you ruffian!"

>You aren't sure what to say as you stare at an angry looking Rarity. A basket was dropped at her side, and several bricks were levitating around her, surrounded by the same blue aura that enveloped her horn.
>"Now step away from the window, you dreadful beast! Go on! Move away from it this instant! I'm not afraid to use these!"
>As if to confirm her threat, another brick comes hurtling at you, hitting you square in the stomach. You wince at the impact and grip yourself. Jesus, these ponies are way more violent than the show describes.
>You can hear small hooves scrambling from inside the house. No doubt it's Apple Bloom hearing the commotion and trying to get outside.
"Hey, hey, cut it out with the bricks! I'm not trying to hurt anyone, alright?"
>"Oh no, I know how you wild dragons operate! I saw how you barbarians treated my poor Spikey-wikey!"
>At the end of her sentence, you see the rest of the bricks start to fly towards you.
>God dammit this is going to hurt.
>And of course, it does. You find yourself on the ground, wincing after...you counted six bricks. Six bricks just beaned you in the side, stomach, and chest.
>"Rarity! Stop, that's our guest! Don't hurt him!"
>You don't really feel like getting up off the ground to see whats going on at this point. Bricks tend to have that effect. You stare up at the blue sky and groan as you listen to Apple Bloom and Rarity talk.
>"Apple Bloom? What do you mean guest? He was just jamming his head through your window!"
>"He can't fit in the house Rarity! He was...did ya throw BRICKS at him?"
>"...perhaps I did do something unladylike with the brick pile, yes."
"Unnngh. Bricks hurt, y'know."
>"I'm well aware of that. But I'm sure in my situation you would have done the same thing."
>You keep yourself quiet and stare at the sky some more. Fucking dresshorse.

>You finally get up after a few minutes. It looks like Apple Bloom has taken Rarity inside of the house. From the scraps of conversation you are getting from earlier, Apple Bloom is doing her best to try and explain to Rarity what's going on.
>You decide that you should just wait outside the door at this point. You take a seat and stare in.
>It takes a short while before Rarity emerges from the house. She looks worried as she trots towards you, looking you over as she starts to speak.
"I'm so incredibly sorry darling! It was absolutely wrong of me to simply pelt you with those bricks back there. Please, accept my apologies."
>You feel a weight in your lap and look down.Sitting there is the same basket she had earlier, with an arrangement of different cupcakes. Sadly, not gemstone cupcakes. Not that it would be the proper time to start tripping anyway, but you did know you thoroughly liked them.
>Rarity is staring at you imploringly. Gingerly you reach down, taking one and eating it. You'd think at this point you'd be sick of pastries and sweets, but they all taste so much better here than anything you remember from home.
>Rarity lets out a sigh of relief and continues to look over you as you eat her peace offering. You offer some of them to Apple Bloom, but she declines. Apparently her and Granny Smith both had their own portions already.
"Why did you bring so many cupcakes, Rarity?"
>The white unicorn looks up from inspecting your side, giving you a rather quick answer.
>"Those were going to be mine. But don't worry, it's the very least I can do after that awful act earlier."
>You feel bad now about eating these delicious cupcakes.
>That doesn't make them any less delicious as you continue eating them.
>The inspection finally finishes as Rarity pulls away, giving a stern cough and looking at you.
>"Well, this certainly isn't what I expected when i set out this morning."

>"Although, I must ask, how long do you plan on staying?"
>You give Rarity a curious look, then look back at Apple Bloom. You weren't sure just how much she let on, so you decide to play it on the safe side.
"Just for four more days. Then I'll be outta here."
>"Oh? That's a bit of a stay. What brought you here in the first place?"
>You aren't sure how to answer that, but Apple Bloom pipes up just in time to cover your scaly hide.
>"He's just an old friend that's visiting is all. He came by the farm to visit for a few days."
>"An old friend? Well, an old friend of Applejack's is a new friend of mine. Although, I can't say I expected the Apple family to be acquainted with a wild dragon at any point."
>You let out a half-hearted chuckle, rolling with the fib as you speak.
"Well, the Apples do meet a variety of folks."
>"Of course, of course! They are a sociable bunch, aren't they?"
>You stand up, handing the now-emptied basket back to Rarity. She takes it gratefully and looks up at the sky.
>"Hm...I shouldn't be out for too much longer. But perhaps I shall bring the rest of the girls by for tea with your guest!"
>You and Apple Bloom both shout in unison.
"NO!"
>Rarity jumps back, looking bewildered. You start to try and say something to get yourself out of this as she looks you over.
"W-well, ya see, Applejack doesn't really want anypony to know that I'm here. I'm more of a secret friend of the family."
>Rarity eyes you both dubiously and then nods slowly.
>"I see...well, in that case, perhaps I'll come by on my lonesome again at some point to see you all. But I certainly must be going. I only planned for a short visit to check up on things."
>You and Apple Bloom both nervously wave at Rarity as she starts to trot away.
>As she slowly fades off down the path, you glance at Apple Bloom.
"I think I need to lay down after all that excitement. Do you think you can handle Granny Smith?"
>"Ah suppose so. Ah don't think we'll be doin' anything else today."

>You find yourself drifting off to sleep in the barn, in your usual mound of hay.
>The pain in your side was still throbbing, but you manage to pass out all the same. The 2 hours of jogging from earlier certainly helped with that.
>As you sleep, you find yourself once again confronted with the same veil of ethereal mist as last night.
>The memories of that dream flood back to you as you start to feel around and gain your bearings.
>You hear those familiar whispers around you, echoing about inside the dream as if it were some large cavern.
>Finally, that voice from before echoes out, louder than the rest.
>"ANONYMOUS, ARE YOU HERE? WE MUST SPEAK WITH YOU."
>There it is again. You don't think you're going to be splashed with a bucket of cold water this time around.
"Princess Luna? Luna, are you out there?"
>As if on cue, as you call out that name, the mists begin to part, revealing the alicorn herself. You still loomed over her, but you decide to crouch down to her eye level. You felt it wouldn't exactly be the right thing to make her crane her neck up to see you.
>"ANONY-ahem. Anonymous, we have been seeking you. We sensed your distress and so have come to see what we may do."
>You're still a bit numb. You never expected you'd be speaking to Princess Luna, of all ponies. Although, you never expected to be speaking to any ponies a few days ago.
>"Will you tell us what ails you, young one?"
>You looked around, hearing the voices of your memories echoing around you. You suppose there is nothing to hide from her at this point.
"I'm just lost, Luna. I'm still adjusting to everything here, and the circumstances that I find myself in are...less than ideal."
>Luna nods in understanding at your words.
>"We know the feeling, Anonymous. It is not pleasant to feel lost in any way."
>You nod at her as you listen closely.
>"We can only hope that you adapt to your circumstances. We know not where you hail from, or why you have changed into what you are."

>"We have also come bearing a warning for you, Anonymous."
>You give Luna a confused look as she continues with her explanation.
>"We believe that there is going to be a grave threat to you and the ones you hold dear very soon. We cannot say what threat lies upon the horizon, but you must be ready."
>You can't help but feel like this is something ripped from a cheesy fantasy novel.
"How am I supposed to be ready for a threat I don't know about?"
>"We cannot say. But be wary of what you do in the coming day. It could very well determine your fate. We will do what we can to intervene, but we can make no promises."
>Gee, thanks Luna. You're so crystal clear.
>The landscape of the mists shift and quiver slightly as you speak with her. Luna appears to be a bit discomforted standing in it, but she doesn't say anything otherwise.
"Why would I even be in danger, though? There's nothing really for me to fear on the farm."
>"We believe it is not what is on the farm that poses threat to you, Anonymous. We have seen the dreams of a few of the ponies in Ponyville. You have not gone unnoticed."
>You wince at the thought. You probably could have done with less flying. You think about just how many pegasi must have seen you. Luna looks at you gravely as she continues.
>"Be careful, Anonymous. We will try to intervene as soon as we may, but we only hope we arrive before tragedy occurs."
>You wonder just what might occur tomorrow. You can't say you're looking forward to it. You wish Luna could give you some more information, but she seems to be as cryptic as you would expect a ruler of the night to be.
>Luna slowly fades into the mists, leaving you alone in the ethereal fog.
>You feel yourself slowly fading to. The feeling of weightlessness is replaced by the feeling of hay beneath you, and a warm heat pressed next to you.
>You turn your head to a giggling pink pony as she lays tucked next to you.
>"Hiya Nonny!"

>You jump slightly at the sudden, cheerful voice of Pinkie Pie. You let out a nervous laugh as you stare at her in the darkness. It seems like the sun has already set.
"H-hey Pinkie."
>You hear more of that giggling coming from the mare, followed by a firm kiss.
>You...were certainly not expecting that at all. The lip lock between you and the mare held firm, however.
>You feel her tongue slip out slightly, intermingling with your own forked tongue. It only lasts for a moment before you feel Pinkie pull back, breathing in deeply and looking at you.
>She's definitely giving you bedroom eyes as she stares into yours.
>"Sorry Nonny...it's just that the way you smell, it's kinda hard to..."
>She trails off and looks down. You can already see a bright red blush coming off of her.
>You now understand what all that sniffing was about before.
"It's okay, Pinkie. Trust me, it's okay."
>You decide you might as well run with the situation. You bring your hand up and run your claws delicately along her side, caressing the pink mare. You can feel her quivering beneath those claws, hearing her sharp intake of breath. Even the sound of her quickly beating heart echoes in your head as you look at her.
>A heavy, musky scent fills the air, clouding your senses as you tease along the pink mare.
>As your claws trace along her flank, you feel her hooves wrap around you. The sound of heavy inhalations and soft panting comes to you as you hold onto her in turn.
>Your hand cups her flank and starts to grope it, rubbing and squeezing along that plot firmly as you lean forward to kiss upon her neck.
>She makes a small coo of pleasure at you as you hold onto her, caressing and kissing on her repeatedly as you feel her quiver more with every dexterous tease of your claws upon her.
>You let your hand drift to her belly, slowly moving down to brush along her teats. Her panting quickens with every second.

>You can feel your twin girths start to emerge from a slit near your groin, pulsing with eagerness as you run your hand along Pinkie's inner flanks.
>Pinkie lets out a whine at your teasing, the feeling of the heat near your hand making you quiver with anticipation.
>She shifts her hips, wiggling them as her form presses against you. Your fingers in turn move to slowly start working along her puffy sex.
>You'd forgotten just how much you'd obsessed over the horsepussy. The feeling of it along your fingers makes a shiver of voracity run through you.
>Pinkie leans up softly, locking lips with you once more as she holds a firm kiss. All the while you tease and work over her sex, slowly pushing two fingers into her.
>She squeaks into the kiss, but doubles the passion of it as she rolls her hips slowly. You start to pump your fingers gently in and out of her sex, feeling it sucking upon your digits with eagerness.
>The vibration of your snout as you growl into the kiss makes you tingle in pleasure, your tail curling as you finally break the kiss. You pant heavily as you stare into her eyes, watching as she responds to every twitch and tug of your fingers.
>Slowly you pull them out, only to teasingly trace them along her pucker. You were testing to see if you got a good reaction.
>The way her eyes opened wide and the way she pushed her hips against your fingers obviously meant something. You start to push the fingers into her pucker, making sure to get her well lubed before the inevitable happens.
>Her pants come quickly as she whispers your name, moaning it in hoarse breaths between gasps and groans of pleasure.
>"Nonnyyyy...please..."
>She whines out your name, knowing the pair of you were both eager for it.
>You continue your incessant working of her tailhole, stuffing your fingers in at a quicker pace. She starts to pant faster and press her shaking hooves against your chest.

>You hear her whisper at you after a particularly sharp intake of breath. The soaking of the hay around your palm and the mare juices staining your scales with her scent already tell what happened.
>"P-please Nonny, make me a creampie!"
>You didn't need to be told twice. You pull your fingers from her pucker, leaving it ever-so-slightly gaped from your intrusions. You shift yourself and her, getting Pinkie onto her back on the hay. It only takes a moment for you to align both of your pulsing shafts with her holes.
>She gives a off a needy whine, her legs spread as she gazes up at you in the darkness. You shift your hips and then start to push in your pulsing rods, spreading her holes wide around your thickened girths.
>Her loud squeal makes you fear for a moment that you hurt her with your size, but the bucking of her hips drives away that thought.
>The sound of slapping fills the barn as you start to pump your hips, stuffing her holes with your twin shafts. Her eyes roll back as she moans out, the hay getting drenched in a heated, musky mixture of your combined juices.
>The scent of her sex drives you wild, your thrusts going at a rough pace as you work your hips along hers.
>"Ohhh Nonny!"
>She cries out your name as you both work your bodies in unison. The chorus of the wet slapping of both sexes accompanies the thwapping of scales upon her soft coat.
>You reach down and start to tease at her teats, your breaths coming out quickly, interspersed with moans and groans of delight.
>You could see through the darkness as she grows quiet, watching her bite her lip. The heavy blush on her cheeks was flared as she watched you work over her teats with your fingers. Every twist and tug made both of her holes suck harder upon your shafts. Your body aches with a burning pleasure at every twitch and response of her holes.
>You were feeling her pucker sucking and working upon your girth just as hard and needily as her pussy,
"N-Nonny...I'm gonna burst!"

>You could feel her sex tightening around your girth, knowing her second orgasm was already on it's way.
>You were holding back your own, grunting with exertion as you started to make your thrusts go at a rougher, quicker pace.
>Her shouts and squeals of delight intermingle with that constant background of wet schlicking, the sticky slaps of your hips against her plush bottom only making it more intense.
>The scents filling the air flood your mind, driving a primal and instinctual lust, pulsing within you to urge you faster.
>Pinkie had her eyes rolled back as she dug her forehooves into the hay.
>Her tongue lolled out of her mouth as she was caught in a haze of her own pleasure, the sight of it only bringing you closer to your own climax.
>You growl out in pleasure, groaning as you bury your shafts in deep, the hay now thoroughly soaked. You can feel her winking clit along your upper girth, and that single sensation finally brings you over the edge.
>A mutual electric tingling runs through each of you, your nerves on edge with every thrust of your hips. Through a haze of passion and lustful delight, you both feel yourselves hit your peak.
>With a loud moan of your name, you feel Pinkie's juices wash over your girth, just as both of your shafts begin to pump her full of your seed.
>You groan out loudly as your thrusts begin to slow down, eventually coming to a stop as you feel your thickened seed drooling out around your shafts.
>You hold onto her legs tightly as she quivers and squirms, blushing hotly as she rolls her hips slowly.
>"Nonny...that was amazing..."
>You pull out slowly to let your seed drip out of her holes. Looming down, you kiss her firmly in reply, your tongues intermingling as you bask in the comfort of afterglow.
>The kiss lasts on forever before it's finally broken, you rolling to your side to hold Pinkie close.
"You're amazing, Pinkie."
>It wasn't long before both of you fell into a blissful sleep, holding one another tightly.