Anon the exhibitionist [Full]

>the price settled, you start strapping her to your face
>"Uh, Anon, I'm so sure this is a good idea."
Huw mucht a-hm aa-y paayin' youv ag-in?
>you mumble out through the pussy you've finally strapped to your face
>she doesn't say much of anything after that, unless you count incoherent squealing and gasping as speech
>you stand up and begin to walk towards more populated areas of the park
>she hangs over your torso like a sack of chew-toys, squeaking with every step and exhale
>it looks almost like a standing 69, but given the difference between your torso length, and her body length, the best she could give you is an awkward raspberry
>you're coming close to where the foals normally play, and you stop just short of entering the area, behind some bushes, while you decide whether or not to take your dick out
>you decide against it, and enter the clearing
>the chatter and noises of play stop almost instantly as you stride across the grounds, toward a shade on the edge
>once there, you lie down and relax, a light slap to her flank all you needed to remind her that she was supposed to be grinding your face
>you relax to the sound of foals screaming
>now that no one's here, watching, you've sorta lost the thrill
>not really enjoyable anymore
>Glory doesn't seem to have the same feeling, judging by how enthusiastically she's humping(, you'd guess you'd call it, not much else can describe what she's doing) your face
>you've already taken the straps off, but she doesn't seem to have noticed
>you feel sorta smug about it, really
>if you can satisfy a whorse(or is it whore? you don't know, you could never resist a pun), then you've probably reached as close to a pinnacle as you can reach
>anyways, you should probably leave before the police arrive or something
>you pick her up, wiping the mare-lube off your face with her coat before standing, dropping her as you do
Great job.
>she just sorta looks at you listlessly for a moment, shocked, almost
>"Bu-but-"
Yeah, yeah, I'll pay you.
>you search through your wallet a-
>you are no longer picking through your wallet
>instead, you are lying on the ground, your head ringing
>why is that exactly?
>you were standing in front of Glory and then-
>oh
>she knocked you over
>your head hit the shade tree you were resting under
>and now you're pretty sure you have a concussion
>that explains it
>you giggle, how silly you were to forget that
>you feel something tugging at your pants and attempt to wrestle your eyes down there
>it's a fight, as they want to wander around of their own accord, but you manage well enough to see that Glory was standing over your prone form, mare-juice dripping onto your legs as she attempts to tug your dick out over the waistband of your pants
>you suppose it was because she didn't have the dexterity to open your zipper
>wait, shouldn't you be indignant about this
>you should, yeah
H-hey, Gluury, st-ah-ahp.
>you slur out through your concussion as you attempt to shove her off
>she doesn't resist, actually backing off of you, allowing you push yourself up, resting on your arms
>"Strip."
>you open your mouth to tell her to fuck off
>and then stop
>you're a bit more lucid than before, and can think more clearly
>why exactly would you not want to give her the D
>to be an asshole, mainly
>but it'd probably be more enjoyable to dick her than to-
>"Strip!"
>besides, it doesn't seem like she's going to take no for an answer
>you shrug, and comply
>you kick your pants away as you stand, so they won't get splashed by the copious amounts of mare-cum she's leaking, and as you do so, she turns and-
>presents herself, you guess
>"Rut me."
>the words, spoken as less of an imperative order, and more of a husky, desperate plea, sound about as good an idea as you've ever heard
>you've never been a fan of doggystyle, though, so instead, you sit down and pull her into your lap, holding her just above your crotch before slowly, slowly, lowering her
>the wildly spasming hole makes it hard to enter her, as she tensed up every time you tried, which you imagine would have felt great if you were already buggering her, but as you had yet to start, was merely annoying
>after several attempts, you stop, pull her to your chest with one arm, and hold her there(that she was clinging to you with her forelegs helped) while your free hand snakes down, down her belly, down past her crotch-tits, down to her labia
>you run your fingers over her entrance, getting a couple of fingers wet, before you begin to work one into her
>she clampes down with surprising force the moment you get it in there past the second knuckle
>it's actually a little uncomfortable, but after some wiggling, you manage to get a second finger in
>hoping to get somewhere before she attempts to crush your fingers, you begin slowly finger-bang her, burying and withdrawing your fingers in time with her inner walls convulsions
>it quickly grows too fast for you to keep up with, and you resort to madly frigging her in hopes that you would be able to call it close enough
>a moment later, she cries out, and her vice-grip on your fingers ever-so-slightly relaxes
>her breathing slows down, as does the thumping of her heart against your chest
>you remove your fingers shifting around, until, holding her just underneath both forelegs, you, again, lower her
>this time, though, she's relaxed, and you enter her easily, your earlier finger-banging loosening her enough that you hilt without to much trouble
>your first thought, upon hilting, was that she was a little loose, or, large, rather(which you expected, as she was a pony, a species renowned for the size of their dicks, and as a female, she had to be able to match their length with her depth), but before you finished that thought, she had already clenched down, driving it from your mind
>before you could think to resume thrusting, she was flexing her inner muscles in some unknowable pattern, your body freezing as the almost-familiar sensation hits
>you don't dare move, as you feel that anything other than absolute stillness and concentration would make you cum, which you wanted to hold off for a while yet
>unfortunately, all good things must come to an end and this moment was no exception
>her already frantic pace sped up even further, as if she was trying to milk your cock of its semen, the thought of which, ironically, set you off
>your dick twitched, straightened, and, surprisingly, seemed to trigger her own orgasm when it began to spurt out the fruits of your fucking, which you fancied painted her insides an off-white
>your balls felt so drained afterward that you'd be disappointed if they hadn't
>and so you finished
>as the pleasure of the orgasm faded, you found that she seemed equally stunned by the sensory overload, more so, even
>you lean back, giving her time to come to her senses, as you think about sharing your apartment with her
>you could pay both halves of the rent, and she could pay you back in her own way, maybe...