Curious Cookie

Curious Cookie
5/7/2013

“Ugh…Argh…”
>Cookie struggled reaching as far as she could to no avail.
>Brann looked on slightly shaking his head.
>“How did you manage to get the remote so far under the table?”
>Cookie stopped reaching and glared at Brann.
“It fell!”
>Brann rolled his eyes as Cookie went back to reaching.
>He sighed and looked down.
>“Can you reach it?”
>Cookie squinted her eyes, raised her butt, and stuck her tongue out in an attempt to reach the distant device.
“Almost got it…”
>Brann sighed, turned around, and began walking to the kitchen.
>“I’m going to get a stick.
>Cookie didn’t acknowledge him.
>She was more focused on the remote escaping her grasp.
>Brann came back a moment later with a broom handle in his mouth (why he didn’t just levitate it we’ll never know.)
>“I grf ah strik.”
>Cookie didn’t look up, just waved a hoof.
“Bring it over here.”
>Brann saunters over to where Cookie is, but…
>He stepped on a die that had gotten lost when they finished up their session of DnD the other night.
>His leg rolled and sent him straight into Cookie’s exposed backside with his mouth finally coming to a rest on Cookie’s...
1/8

>Cookie gasped in shock, but didn’t move. How could she? Brann’s warm breath on her pussy made her blush and melt where she stood.
>It only lasted a second before Brann recoiled in horror, but for Cookie it was everything she had dreamed of.
>She looked behind her at Brann who was horrified at what had just happened.
>“Cookie, I-you.”
>Brann stammered not able couldn’t finish his sentence.
>A smell of warm marinara sauce wafted through Cookie’s nose, but she wasn’t interested in any pasta just a certain elusive sausage.
>“I-I didn’t mean to! I just fell and I…”
>Brann walked away quickly and avoided Cookie for the rest of the day, but Cookie had felt the burning sensation in her loins and it wouldn’t leave no matter how hard or long she rubbed.
“Tonight… you.”
3/8

>She waited for Brann to fall asleep dreaming his nightly dream of desperately wanting to fuck Milky.
>He was never subtle about it.
>Cookie snuck into his room at the dead of night when Brann was fast asleep.
>Quietly and quickly she fluttered up and onto Brann’s bed and carefully slithered her way to Brann like a snake in the grass.
>“Milky I…”
>Brann tossed making Cookie squeak in fear.
>She thought about stopping, and turning about to go use one of her many toys, but she remembered that warm intoxicating breath and was tempted to go further.
>How far could she go?
4/8
>She uncovered the sheets that held her prize.
>Brann’s thick rod shone in its full glory as he pounded Milky in his wildest dreams.
>Cookie reached out her hoof and touched it curiously.
>It’s heat and throbbing only enticed Cookie even further.
>She stuck her tongue out and gave it a short lick.
>Lucky for her Brann was still fast asleep.
>Cookie licked from the base to the tip and looked to Brann for a response.
>Nothing.
>She grinned deviously.
>Brann was a heavier sleeper than she thought.
>The same thought raced through her head over and over.
>How far could she go?
5/8

>She carefully fluttered up as quietly as she could and lowered herself onto Brann making sure he didn’t wake.
>Cookie wanted to feel Brann’s breath on her just like earlier.
>She laid on Brann’s stomach and felt his warm breath wash over her lips once again.
>Blissful pleasure surged through her loins as she licked and sucked Brann
>Staying ever vigilant of Brann waking she would look over her shoulder at the sleeping stallion, but that thought tantalized her further.
>How far could she go?
6/8

>Taking her chances she took her prize and went straight for the burning between her legs.
>She stood up and positioned herself above Brann, and then slowly sat down until she felt the head pressing against her lips.
>Panting, she rubbed her pussy against the pulsating rod.
>“Milky…”
>Brann mumbled but didn’t wake.
>Cookie slowly slid Brann inside her
>She stopped to pant once or twice, but continued until the head rested on her tingling cervix.
>Friction, long and slow Cookie moved her hips thrusting Brann’s cock back and forth inside her while rubbing her clit.
>It took all of her strength to hold back her moans and groans, but she accidently let slip a whimper or two.
>“…ookie.”
>Cookie stopped in a dead panic, her heart throbbed and she looked over her shoulder at the stallion.
>It was time to call it quits. She had pushed her luck as far as it could go, and she didn’t need to get caught.
7/8

>Savoring one last thrust before she jettisoned off Brann’s dick and she quietly crept toward the door.
>She felt relieved and satisfied that she had finally gotten what she had dreamt of for so long.
>The door slowly creaked open, and it made Cookie’s mane stand on end.
>“Cookie!”
>Cookie’s heart skipped a beat and she looked over her shoulder.
>Brann was sitting up in bed looking straight at her with the fury of a mad pony.
>Embarrassment, shock, and guilt all ran through her head at once.
>She could only manage one word.
“Y-yes?”
>Brann grinned widely at her.
>“Why did you stop?”
End