Kiret

"I'm sorry, but could you repeat that?"
>You are Anon.
>And Kiret just asked you for your magic.
>Well, not asked.
>More like demanded.
>Which is normal for her since "please" really isn't in her vocabulary.
>But this time something is off.
>Actually a lot of somethings.
>scoutermodeactivated.
>Her breathing is heavier than normal, coming out in slight huffs.
>Her mammaries, all 4 of them, seem much more impressive than they usually are.
>Not that you were complaining.
>Her tail was constantly raised and swishing back and forth, like she was fanning her backside trying to keep cool. But it wasn't hot at all today.
>When you looked at her face, it was MUCH redder than usual. Was she sick?
>You wanted to ponder more, but she started speaking again.
>"I said just give me your magic! Have you gone deaf as well as dumb?!"
>She says all this as she stalks forward, eyes never leaving yours.
>You stand stock still, unable to move for some reason, until she gets close enough to put her hands on your shoulders and SQUEEZE.
>You grimace slightly at the pressure of her grip. It's not a feeling you've felt often since you got here, what with being, for lack of a better word, obscenely strong. Or was everyone else just really weak and light?
>Shaking your head slightly, you dash those thoughts for later. You have a much bigger problem right in front of you. You manage to finally speak up.
"Who's dumb, Kiret? Last time I checked, I'm practically a walking null magic generator. So unless something has drastically changed in the past 5 minutes, I've got no magic to give."
>Her eyes slightly widen, then narrow at your statement. A snort of derision escapes around her nose ring, making it lift slightly.
>"You're lying. I KNOW you can use at least some magic. Your home here practically reeks of it, so don't stand there and lie to my face."
>isdiscentuarserious?
>Yanno, she's been acting really odd as of late. You chalked it up to cabin fever. But now that the snow is melting and spring is about to begin, You starting to suspect it's something else.
>And by something else, you mean estrus season.
>Thanks, Animal Planet.
>No prob, Anon.
>Time to confirm if she's going into what you think she is.
"Alright. I know I can't into magic, but you're saying I can. So let's see who's right. Show me where in this house you can sense it the strongest."
>You keep a poker face as you watch her face turn even more red at your suggestion.
>You feel a slight shake run through her body and down her arms before she let's you go and pulls them in and under her breasts for support.
>She just stands there for a few moments before she speaks.
>"F-F-Fine then! I'll show you!"
>She turns around and begins to walk to another part of the house with you in tow.
>Finally getting a good look at her backside (datflankn'crotchtits), your suspicion is confirmed when you see her maregina completely drenched and running down to the tips of her teats before dripping onto the floor.
>And if that didn't expand dong, the scent of her need smacks you across the face, letting you know in no uncertain terms that it's time for her to "scratch" that itch that mother nature was screaming at her to do.
>Being a regular visitor here, she guides you slowly through your house, swishing her tail and swaying her flanks with each step, until you reach where you figured you'd end up.
>Your bedroom.
>You stop and wait for her to continue in, but she doesn't move. She just points to the door and barely manages to say "It's strongest in there."
>This is not like her at all. She's always been what you would call an "alpha" personality, but all of that is gone.
>You decide to press the advantage and her breaking point by simply walking up beside her, opening the door, and stepping aside while giving a little sweep of the hand for her to enter.
>justaspinkieplanned
>She doesn't meet you gaze and simply stands there, breathing hard and shaking like a leaf on a tree. You here the slight "plitplat" of her juices hitting the floor get slightly faster, signaling an increase in her arousal.
>1 minute goes by and she doesn't move.
>2 minutes
>After about 3 minutes she finally moves hesitantly into your rapedunBEDROOM and begins to breathe deeply. You hear hear drip even faster on the floor as her arms fall to her sides.
>Her body starts to sway slowly side to side as she swivels her head, searching for your "magic", breathing great lung fulls of air in as she does.
>Just as you're about to speak up, she slowly moves to your dresser and starts opening and closing them. She goes through each drawers contents methodically, trying to find the source.
>Top drawer: done.
>Second drawer: done.
>Third drawer: Jackpot!
>She stops suddenly as she opens the third drawer, practically hypnotized by the contents.
>Your underwear.
>Your eyebrows arc up slightly as she grabs two hand fulls of your jostlestoppers, holds them to her face, and fills her lungs to bursting with your condensed scent.
>You know they're clean, but apparently she can sense and smell waay better than you can.
>She continues to breathe as deeply as she can, not noticing her hind legs giving out and letting her everything rest on the end of your bed.
>Great. There goes your sheets. Well, her sheets now. You'll never get the scent out. Then again, why should you?
>You notice she starts to grind her plot into you bed as muffled moans escape around your grape smugglers. Her front legs are fighting to keep her upright.
>She's almost completely given herself up to the heat. She just needs one more little push...
>You quietly close your dresser drawers and stand in front her for a moment before stripping out of your clothes.
>Now completely naked, you grab your still warm underwear and bring it up to her face.
>Her unfocused eyes finally register that things have changed, but before she can act, they lock onto the pair your holding.
>She freezes as her hands open, letting your linens drop. Her eyes fixated on the new pair as her hands slowly reach out to take them.
>Silly Kiret, you're not getting these.
>You slowly lower your hand holding the object of her attention. Her hands and eyes follow.
>Lower they go past your chest.
>Lower still they go past your navel.
>You lower them until they are resting on your royal hardness. You let go and move your hands to your hips, waiting for her next move.
>Her hands stop mere inches from making contact with your maleness. She glances up to you, her eyes having a hell of a time trying to focus.
>Her body starts to shake harder from the internal stresses her mind and instincts are putting her through.
>And now for the final blow.
"You know, Kiret. I may not be the smartest being around, but I know how nature works."
>She finally gains enough control to focus on your face, giving you her undivided attention.
"I know it's spring and I know you're in heat. And despite your less than stellar attitude, I'm willing to help you out."
>Her breath comes quicker as her shaking intensifies.
>She barely manages to squeak out "W-W-Why would I want your help? I-I can take care of this j-j-just like I a-always have."
>Silly centaur. I was going to be nice to you on this but now you dun fucked up.
>Reaching over, you grab your undies resting on your cock and hold them up to eye level with Kiret. She instantly focuses on them and starts to slightly drool. You keep speaking.
"Liar. You're shaking like a leaf in a hurricane and soaking the end of my bed."
"So here's what I'm going to do for you. Since It's obvious to both of us that my "essence" has some magical quantity, I'm willing to part with it when you need it."
>Her eyes got real big when she heard that last part. She even started to nod yes before she caught herself. A little bit of attitude flashed across her face.
>"A-A-As if I would let myself be d-d-debased by someone like you."
>Man she's really fighting it. Time to activate my trap card.
>You slowly bring the still warm underwear inch by inch closer to her face. Her mind is now in open warfare with her bodies desire to breed with the male of the scent that has entranced her.
>"PLOP"
>You hold your jimmysling over her nose and mouth, waiting for her to breathe.
>Her eyes open wide at the realization of her perdickerment. She knows she can't hold back her instincts much longer and her escape route was effectively closed by your actions.
>She stops breathing as she shakes harder, trying to figure a way to be in charge of this situation. If she was more clear headed, she would have simply got up and left while telling you off.
>But it was too late. Her instincts were too strong and now they were in control. She has went far too long without a mate and her body has decided that you are the one.
>With those thoughts in mind, she surrenders and breathes deeply, letting her pent up desire rage.
>You knew you had her when her hands came up and held your hand holding the undies to her face, slowly nuzzling them.
>WINAR!
>And to the victor go the spoils...
>She's completely gone and at your mercy. What should you do first?
>Straight to the rope? No, not yet.
>Get her to stand up and turn around so you could plant your flag for the glory of Humanity? That part will come later.
>Hm. What to do...
>A grin starts to spread across your face as your mind begins to put together a plan. If you can pull this off, you won't have to worry about her treating you like you're nothing most of the time again.
>Ohhh yeeeeeees. You and your dick like the thought of that.
>Let the games begin.
>You slowly start to pull your hand away, hoping that she'll automatically follow.
>Success! She starts to lean forward to follow before she stands shakily and slowly moves towards you.
>Yes! Now to get her on the bed..
>You slowly guide her around to the side of the bed where you then step up, careful not to break contact.
>And sure enough, she follows by getting first her forelegs, then her hinds, fully on the bed.
>Thank whatever gods existed that you asked for and got a massive bed. You always wanted one and Celestia delivered. In a big way.
>It's bigger than a California King. And a good thing to, what with all the "sleepovers" you've had since you gained everyone's trust.
>Did I mention pillows? They're EVERYWHERE. It's like a sultan's tent sometimes. The only downside is what get's lost in them, which you're dealing with now.
>Kicking all the pillows shows all the stuff that's been forgotten by your friends.
>A cupcake wrapper, dress sequin, goggles, ANOTHER BOOKMARK, pink hair strands, red hair tie, the list goes on. But the worst?
>Feathers.
>Horse Feathers.
>Blue, purple, yellow, pink, white, dark blue. And more than a few of each.
>Then there's the other species. But fuck all that noise! You have a bed to clear and a Centaur to dick! You'll properly clean all this later. Your going to have to anyway after this.
>Back to the matter at hand...
>She's standing on your bed facing you, nuzzling your hand and ware's while murmuring, her eyes barely open.
>Now it gets a little harder.
>You can't think of a way to get her to "bed" down without speaking. You really didn't want to speak too much for fear of it breaking whatever hold you have on her, but it looks like you have no other choice.
"Kiret," you say softly, "Can you lay down for me? I'll give you a treat if you do~."
>It takes a second for your words to register, but when they do, she obeys, slowly sinking down until she had all four pony legs tucked under her.
>This repositioning also had the added benefit of putting her eyes level with your crotch.
"Good girl." You whisper. "Now I'll give you a treat."
>You bring your other hand down and gently scritch right around where her ear joins her skull.
>You get a pleased coo out of her as she leans into your magic wigglers, your other hand holding your underwear temporarily forgotten.
>That's all the opening you need to move that hand away and slowly bring your cock an inch from her face. Her eyes, so far half lidded and unfocused, now snap open and lock on to your rager that's bobbing up and down to your heartbeat.
>She sits there, entranced and unmoving, at the sight. Her breathing get deep as she inhales your scent, nostrils flaring.
>You give her a minute to get the hint and take the next step, but it looks like that's not happening. She just sits there and breathes all over your junk, hands frozen in mid air.
>Sensing this won't go any farther without you assuming direst control, you do something that you always wanted to do to her.
>You boop her nose with your dick, smearing a little pre on it and her nose ring.
>The effect is immediate. An almost slutty moan escapes her lips as her hands unfreeze and begin to tenderly cradle your balls and slowly stroke your cock.
>Awww Yisssss. This is what you were hoping for.
>You close your eyes and lean back slightly, bringing your hands back to brace yourself on the headboard.
>Soak it in, Anon. Bask in the power that your HMD has given you. But remember that with great power, comes great responsibility.
>I will, Uncle Ben. I will.
>Opening your eyes and looking down, you see her continuing her ministrations. Her eyes unfocused and breathing deeply, occasionally booping herself on your dick, smearing more of your juice on her nose and lips.
>Fuck that's hot. What can you do to make it better?
>Thinking, you begin to go through different ideas, discarding one after another.
>You stop when you realize you have it right in your hand.
>Your underwear.
>Her head.
>Little scrunchy snout through the fly.
>Your dick jumped slightly at the thought. Fuck! Why didn't you think of this sooner?! It's genius!
>You look at how far apart her horns are, how big your waist is, and try to remember just how much this pony made fabric can stretch.
>Your gut is telling you that it should just barely work. Time to test that theory.
>Careful not to distract her from her current duties, which she's performing very well, you slowly bring your hands in front of you and orient the undies until they're waist hole down and stretched.
>You eyeball it. It's going to be close. Slowly, you bring them down until the waistband is over both tips. Going lower meets the horns flare out points. You maneuver your fingers to the outside of the band and start sliding them down.
>Gently...A little more...And you stop them at the point where they almost touch her head.
>Glancing down, she's oblivious as to what you're doing. That's going to change here in a minute, but if you time it right, it'll bring her under your control even more.
>Now for the moment of truth.
>You wait for her head to be a few inches away from your dick, like NOW!
>You swiftly bring them down all the way, deftly open the fly so her little snout his through, and, for the icing on the cake, thrust forward and put the tip of your dick in her mouth.
>You hold your breath as she freezes, unsure as to what she'll do.
>Only a handful of seconds go by before you get your response. And it's everything you were hoping for.
>A moan escapes her as you feel her tongue slowly flick the tip of your dick, her lips pursing up and lightly suckling the head of your cock.
>A shuddering breath is pulled from your lungs at these new sensations. You never would have guessed that her tongue was that silky smooth. Or her lips that soft and pillowy.
>You involuntarily thrust forward, sliding more of you man meat into her exquisite mouth.
>She doesn't even care, as she simply licks and sucks what you give her.
>You find your hands back on the headboard to steady yourself, temporarily caught off guard by how damn good it felt. And it's a good thing you did, because right about now was when she decided that she wanted more.
>You see and feel her tongue snake out of her mouth, around your cock, and loop around your balls, before she sucks you all the way inside her mouth.
>Fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuck! You didn't know her tongue was that long!
>As your hips met her lips, they bumped her hands that where still cradling you. They instantly snapped around and grabbed your ass, firmly squeezing your cheeks and securing you in place.
>thehunterisnowthehunted
>Before you can think, her tongue starts a milking motion from the base of your cock, to the middle, and then back. Her cheeks hollow out as she begins to suck in earnest, trying to force more of you into her.
>As fantastic as this feels, you were not prepared for her throat.
>She starts a swallowing motion that sends lightning from your dick right into your brain, shorting out any type of high thinking.
>As the onslaught begins, all you can think is how the fuck is she still breathing?
>Even that simple thought is dashed as another bolt of pleasure shoots into your brain.
>She continues her ministrations, not speeding up or slowing down, simply content to keep going.
>Seconds turn into a minute.
>A minute turns into ten.
>The bakery known as your balls is working overtime whipping up a huge batch of baby batter.
>Every time you get close to the edge, she stops and does something to hold you there, before letting you calm down, just to work you up again.
>Twenty minutes have gone by and you're a sweaty, shaking mess. Your legs gave out at the ten minute mark. You don't know how much more you could take.
>You thought you were in charge of this. Apparently, you thought wrong.
>misterboneswildride
>I want to get off, dick.
>I know, brain. We both do.
>As that thought flitted through your head, she finally switched gears and started to really ramp it up with no signs of stopping this time.
>Every lick, suck, stroke, and swallow was harder and faster than the one before, urging you on to unload your precious cargo.
>Just as you reached the point of no return, she leans and tilts her head back, forcing you to let go of the headboard and grab onto her horns.
>Your legs manage to come around and lock behind her shoulders in a perverted reverse piggyback.
>As the floodgates open and your first shot hits her throat, you feel a pressure at your back door. The pressure turns into a wiggling middle finger that slowly enters you and zeros in on your prostate.
>Before you can even begin to ponder just how the hell she knew where it was, or that you had one at all, she finds it and presses down hard.
>Your brain explodes at the sensation, stars appear in front of your eyes, as you pump the biggest loads of semen you've ever shot, straight into her stomach.
>A animalistic roar is ripped from your lungs and out your mouth, as you keep cumming burst after burst into her rapacious maw.