Anon/Moondancer Roommates

>"Hey, Anon how was work?"
"Mmmm."
>"That bad?"
"Mhhmmm."
>You throw your bag down next to the couch and collapse onto the cushions, your head resting on Moondancers flank.
>Her attention is is focused on one of her more recent flavor of the month books she's tried to get you to read.
>"Do you wish to talk about it?"
"Do you want to hear about it?"
>"Not particularly."
"Then no. I'll just yell at Pegasi later. Fucking specists..."
>A ghost of a smile appears on her face.
>"You know I can always help you feel better."
>Without drawing her focus from the pages, she lifts one of your hands and nonchalantly guides it up her supple horse ass.
>The gesture surprises you, but you don't shy away.
>You'd normally turn down the offer given how tired you are, but it's been a while since you've put out.
"Don't you want to finish that book?"
>"I already know how it ends. And-"
>She seems turn sheepish.
>"I. I have been missing our. Sessions together."
>Now that really surprises you.
"Really?"
>"Yes. Ever since you have taken that job you have left me rather *Ehem* Unfulfilled."
>You have been gone quite often.
>Has she missed you?
"Keep that up mushy mushy stuff up and I'll start to think you actually want to be a couple."
>"You know full well that I have little urge for any romantic pursuits."
"Could have fooled me."
>"I never hear you complain. Now-"
>Moondancer guides your hand to her nether regions, already warm and moist in anticipation.
>"Are you going to rut me or not?"
>...
>"...So essentially GemStone the forseer sa-Ah-id in his Ooo~ his thEOry of tr-transferable-Ah-relativiSMmmm~ is-Ah, ff-faster- i-is th-that..."
>Your mind absorbs little of the information as you watch your phallus rhythmically slide in and out of Moondancers now sopping wet marehood.
>She is quite insistent on laying on her hooves for the whole ride, so as to 'not develop any emotional connections'.
>You're not to distraught over this condition, watching her glorious butt bounce on you in this fashion is quite mesmerizing.
>You settle into a faster pace per her request, and her dull explanations vary in pitch and moan intensity.
>You sometimes like to make a game of it, see how badly you can mess up her sex lectures.
>"..an-and siNCE the dy-dynaAHmmmic properties o-o-oh-of magicAAL-Oooh yes-crystals cAnn~ be demons-ah-trated..."
>Her tail brushes across your groin, sending shivers up your spine.
>You watch it glide back and forth a second time before you finally recall what it is she wants.
>You slide one hand from her buttocks to the base of her tail, tracing a finger around in a circle.
>This elicits a gasp from the nerd horse, stopping her speech short.
>"Anon."
"Mmmmmmmmmmmmyes?"
>You continue your steady pace of pounding as Moondancer berates you.
>"You know that I do not wish for you to tease me. It is preferable to engage in the act immediately."
"Sounds like someones begging for it."
>"Continue down this path of thinking and you will find yourself rather unsatisfied."
"*Sigh* Fine."
>You wrap your fingers around the soft tail, giving a firm tug with each thrust.
>This seems to satisfy her, as she resumes her lecture.
>"Now-Ah-as I-ah was sAYinnng~..."
>You continue your steady tug and thrust as she explains her magic crystals.
>After several more minutes you feel her start to squeeze on your dick, the pressure pushing you closer and closer to the edge.
"Moondancer I'm-unf-I'm about to-"
>"Ah, go ahead, Anon. I haVE already-Ah-climaxed several times"
>With that, you ramp up your pace, using her tail as a grip to pull her onto you.
>Her high-pitched moans and squeals echo in the room
>You hold it for as long as you can, your balls begging to release your load.
>Finally, when you feel you can hold no longer, you slam down as far as you can into her and feel yourself burst inside.
>Moondancer gasps as you pump load after load deep into her.
>Involuntary spasms rock through your body as you feel your balls practically empty themselves.
>Her quivering pussy is still tightly wrapped around you, eager to milk whatever it can out of you.
>After a moment, you pull out with an audible *pop* and lean back on the couch, panting heavily.
>Moondancer slowly
>Her horn begins to glow, and an aura begins to materializes around her folds.
>"That felt like it was much more than usual."
"Well-huff-it's what happens-huff-when I haven't done it-huff-for a while."
>The aura around her horn and marehood slowly fades and she turns to you, the indifferent expression on her face mixed with a heavy blush.
>"I imagined as much. Certainly not as much as a stallion is supposed to produce normally, but I appreciate the fact that you seem to possess a far greater endurance than they do."
>She turns away and heads into the bathroom, not even bothering to close the door behind her.
>The sound of the bath being sprung to life can be heard, shortly followed by wisps of steam billowing out of the open doorway.
>"So what are your plans for this weekend? I assume that you are not working?"
>You stare at the cushions that have been so stained by your session.
>Your crotch has been met with a similar fate, with splatters of femcum splattered all over you.
>Small drops of cum leak out from you still, dropping onto the already defiled fabric.
"Probably do some cleaning around here. Specifically the couch, now."
>"You are aware that I can just use a spell to clean, yes?"
"Yet you never do."
>The only thing she ever cleans is her bookcase.
>Everything else is either tossed aside or left for you to clean.
>A heavy sigh is heard from the open door, and the couch is surrounded by a pinkish glow.
>Almost immediately, the stains begin to disappear, and the smell of dried cum assails your nose.
>The fabric of the couch returns to its dull beige color, almost looking as new as when you first saw it.
>The glow disappears and you're left sitting there naked and still dirty.
>"Happy?"
>Damn magic horses.
>You stand up and head over into the bathroom, where you see Moondancer almost fully submerged in suds.
>She doesn't even seem fazed at your entrance, shifting in the bathtub to make room for you.
"You missed a spot."
>She looks up at you, doubt painted on her face.
>"Where?"
>You grab the base of your dick and wag it around, flicking a small glob of cum onto her face.
>She recoils, letting out a yelp of surprise.
"Right there."
>She stares back at you with an annoyed expression very visible in her usually insouciant eyes.
>The splooge streaked across her face, leaving a milky white trail from her ear to snout.
>"Wash it off."
>You shrug, smirking at your antics, and carefully step into the tub.
"Yes, dear."
>Moondancer lets out a groan as she .
>"You know I don't like that. I'm not your dear."
"Sorry, honey-bunch."
>Another groan, and she sits up in front of you, levitating the soap into your hand.
>You run your hand across her face, wiping off the snail trail you left, taking care not to get soap in her eyes.
>The two of you silently sit in the bath as you both scrub the days filth off of yourselves.
>Finally, Moondancer breaks the silence.
>"Anon?"
"Hmm?"
>"Do you think that I am...peculiar?"
"Uuuuuuhhhh. Well, peculiar isn't the first word that comes to mind?"
>"What is?"
"Wierd."
>"They both essentially possess same definition."
"I know. I just would have used weird instead of some big word."
>She sighs and turns to you.
>"You know what I am talking about. What we do is not normal for roommates, even in my world. Why do you agree to these things?"
>That's a question you asked yourself a few times.
>It was certainly very odd when she proposed to "copulate" with, insisting it was so she could study your mating rituals.
>You didn't believe her at first, thinking this was just an excuse to get some exotic dick.
>But her adamant refusal of any romantic partnerships convinced you otherwise.
>Either way, it's certainly better than wacking it.
>The strictly platonic grounds of your friendship makes things such as bathing together less awkward.
>You keep telling yourself it's only awkward if you make it awkward.
>So why do you stick around?
>Surely you could find some pony that's more...inviting.
>"Anon?"
>You look down and see Moondancer staring at you with her deep purple eyes.
>"Well?"
>You breath a heavy sigh.
"I can't tell you. I've asked myself that question sometimes. I mean it's definitely preferable to being out on the streets again."
>You pull her onto your lap, the tub water splashing around with the sudden movement.
>Moondancer makes no move to stop you, as she seems more interested in your explanation.
"I just know that it's comfortable around here, I'm provided for, I'm not leeching off you, I'm content with the arrangements we have right now, and...and I'm happy."
>She raises her eyebrow inquisitively.
>"So you don't leave because you're...happy?"
>A shrug is your response.
"There isn't really a better way I can put it."
>Moondancer stares at you for several moments longer before shrugging.
>"I guess I can accept that. Could you get my hair?"
"Sure."
>You grab a bottle of her shampoo, squeezing a generous helping onto your hand, and begin your work in more silence.
>...
>...
>"Anon?"
"Hmm?"
>"Do I make you happy?"
>...
"Yes."
>...
>"Good. I'm glad."
END