Diplomatic Relations

I dunno. Sometimes I plan these things out. Usually I don't. This is one of the latter. Not quite the story I intended to write - it just kind of happened.

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The conference room is rather intimidating when it's empty. High ceilings make every little noise reverberate loudly through the marbled hall, reminding you always to be mindful of the consequences of your actions. The sunlight that pours in through the large windows feels harsh, cold, exposing, little motes of dust dancing through the air visibly in its illuminating rays. The windows themselves are set high in the walls, disallowing you from looking through them to the sky outside. The rich red carpet running from the door to the impressively massive table in the middle of the room seems only to contrast the cold marble around it. All in all, it is a thoroughly dramatic sight, appropriately impressing the gravity of its intended purpose - that of a place where the destiny of not just one, but two worlds was to be decided.

"Thought I'd find you here."

You turn to find the cream-colored earth pony mare staring you down disdainfully, an expression of open disgust on her face as she looks you over. Her two-toned mane bounces softly as she strides slowly across the deserted conference hall towards you, sneering. Ambassador Bon-Bon has always been one of more conservative of the appointments to the Earth-Equestria relations board, repeatedly warning of the dangers of embracing ponykind's volatile new neighbors too lightly. "Busy developing your next plan to exploit our country? Throw some pollution around, eat some animals, maybe some mass murdering genocide just for kicks? That is what you humans do, isn't it?"

You smile sweetly, more than happy to rise to the mare's challenge. She begins to circle wide around you as she speaks, as though stalking prey. You break into a slow, measured walk yourself, countering her movement, meeting her gaze dead-on as you hunt the hunter. "And what would you do if I was, Bon-Bon? Throw me a party? Write me a sternly-worded letter? Or maybe just piss and moan some more about how peaceful and superior ponykind is by comparison, when you've been attacked and-or invaded about four times in as many years and survived each attempt literally by a combination of divine intervention and pure fucking luck?"

Her eyes narrow, and she takes a single, heavy, stomping footstep towards you. The stone slightly, but visibly cracks under her earth pony strength. "Murderous, disgusting little monkey!" She growls.

Unimpressed, you match her movement, letting your footstep clap loudly against the floor as you step toward her. "Weak, stupid, preachy little -horse-!"

There is murder in Bon-Bon's eyes - or perhaps it's merely the reflection of your own. The two of you meet, face to face in the middle of the room, glaring directly into each other's faces, each unwilling to back down. Breathing heavily with the exertion of your own emotions, you whisper harshly into the pony's face.

"Are you as turned on as I am right now?"

Bon-Bon darts forward, biting down on your ear - not hard enough to break the skin, but enough to make damn sure you feel it. "-More-."

You pick her up before she can react, robbing her of the leverage to utilize her incredible strength, and bodily throw her onto the heavy mahogany desk dominating the center of the room before throwing yourself after her. The mare lets out a heavy -oof-, but she's recovered by the time you fling yourself after her, and a pair of fore hooves wrap around your body, flexing powerfully as she attempts to grab you and pin you down. Open mouths crash together, tongues clashing as human and pony vye furiously for dominance. Her equine anotomy is an advantage here, her warm, wet tongue easily longer and stronger than your own, and in only seconds you are forced to retreat. Bon-Bon presses forward, face pressing against yours as her tongue lashes about inside your mouth. The pony gives a triumphant laugh even through the kiss, and you feel as much as hear her amusement at her victory.

It's short lived. While your rival-cum-lover is focused on thoroughly dominating you orally, your hand has covertly slipped between her thighs. The heat coming from her marehood is intense, nearly radiating from the pony's eager slit, and you find her soaking wet entrance without difficulty. Bon-Bon's eyes shoot open and widen as she feels your digits posed at her opening, and you smirk inwardly. Not wasting your advantage, your fingers slide effortlessly into her cunt, squishing lewdly as they do so. It feels wonderfully warm and wet inside of her, and your already rock-hard erection twitches appreciatively.

As much as you enjoy it, however, Bon-Bon enjoys it more. She pulls away from your face with a short scream of pleasure, and you feel her marehood tighten around your fingers, churning and rippling as though it has a mind of its own. On a whim, you use your thumb to rub at her large, exposed clit - definitely one of the benefits of the pony form. The result is thoroughly gratifying, as the earth pony's eyes actually cross in pleasure, rolling back up in her head as her mouth drops open in a pleasure groan. Pumping your fingers rhythmically in and out of her welcoming sex, you smile as you reduce the proud, independent, adorable mare to a twitching mess.

"It's over, Bon-Bon. Give it up. Tell me how badly you need it, and I promise I'll let you cum."

Slowly, her eyes refocus on you, the pony visibly fighting to master herself. Smiling innocently, you continue to pumping your digits into her tight slit. The tunnel still rhythmically contracts around you, urgently coaxing you for your seed.

"I... I..." Her head droops.

You lean in close, thumb running circles around her bulbous clit. "What's that, Bon-Bon? I couldn't hear you..."

"I'm... " Her eyes rise to meet yours once more, full of lustful defiance. You recoil, immediately realizing your error, but it's too late. "I'm not finished yet, monkey!"

Pressing both hooves to your chest, she pushes you back, hard. You fall onto your back with a grunt, fingers slipping from her sex. In a flash, the earth pony is atop you, her hips aligned perfectly with yours. With a single heavy tug, she rips your pants free, taking hold of your throbbing dick with a cream-colored hoof and steadying herself above it. Her pussy drips heavily onto your exposed cock, electrifying it with the sensation of her musky wetness. She growls, possessively.

"And this, is MINE." Dropping, she spears herself on your shaft, taking you all the way to the hilt.

"Oh, FUCK!" The words escape you involuntarily, the pleasure so intense it is nearly painful, as Bon-Bon's marehood at last claims its prize. As hungrily as her sex churned around your fingers, it seems even more eager now. Hot, wet ponyflesh engulfs you completely, writhing at your shaft even while Bon-Bon isn't moving, her copious fluids coating you from glans to balls. The heady scent of Bon-Bon clings to you, making you smell overpoweringly of the mare's musk. Bon-Bon begins to bounce up and down in your lap, her hips perfectly contouring to yours on every descent. The mare babbles absently, almost manically as she rides you.

"Mine, mine, mine, mine! So good, soooooo good, ohhhhh Celestia, YES!"

Your flesh slaps against hers loudly, again and again, almost bruisingly hard as you thrust upward to meet her every downward descent, each of you completely lost in the sensations of the other's body. Bon-Bon's pussy tugs at you with powerful contractions, clinging hard every time she pulls up and away from you, and relaxing to welcome you back in every time she falls upon you once more. You feel a rising pressure inside of you and grit your teeth, knowing it won't be much longer. Your balls tighten, more than willing to give the earth pony exactly what she wants, and her eyes light up in dazed delight as se feels you riding the edge of orgasm.

"Do it, do it! Cum in me, cum in me, cuuuuuu-!"

With a strength born of instinctive, primal desire, you lunge up at the pony as you cum, wrapping your arms around her and pulling her down atop you. You keep her pinned against your body as your cock spurts again and again, locking your dick inside her. Long, ropey strand after strand of your seed shoots into her writhing tunnel, painting her womb white with your essence, and Bon-Bon screams in satisfaction. Her hind legs lock behind you, holding you in, making sure that you give her everything you have to offer, and you are happy to oblige. For nearly a minute, the two of you hold each other in a death-grip, riding out every last drop of euphoria from your mutual orgasms. Only then do you finally relax, releasing each other. Your cock pulls free of her sated cunt with a small rush of spent sexual fluids, and you can't help but feel a little swell of pride at the sight. Several minutes pass silently, the two of you lying side by side in the middle of a conference table between two worlds.

Bon-Bon finally stirs, muttering tiredly to you. "Oh, Celestia... I don't think I'll ever get tired of this. I swear, every time is just as amazing as the first." She frowns slightly despite the words, however, and her eyes meet yours questioningly. "Don't you ever feel a little guilty about this? I mean, I love what we have, yeah... but we are ambassadors for our respective worlds. Isn't this kind of a conflict of interest?"

You chuckle, turning your gaze lazily up towards the ceiling as you speak. "I'd be more worried about it if we were the only ones doing it. As it is, I think half the council is fucking each other. At least."

Bon-Bon blinks, then props herself up, on a hoof, brow furrowed. "Wait, what? You're... not serious, are you?"

"Oh, yeah. Absolutely. I don't know what it is about humans and ponies..." You stretch luxuriously, "... but we can't seem to keep our hands off each other - er, or hooves, I guess. Starlight Charmer and that guy who takes the minutes are always making eyes at each other when they think no one's watching. Colonel Moore and Soarin had a 'private security meeting' a couple weeks ago, and she was walking bow-legged with a huge smile on her face the whole day afterward. Lyra Heartstrings doesn't even -try- to hide it with - uh, what's that guy's name again? The one who's always good with everything? Oh, you know who I mean."

Bon-Bon blinks, again, her brain slowly processing the information, before she grumbles, loudly. "Well, so much for professionalism, I suppose." Despite her words, she can't quite keep the smile off her face. Unable to help yourself, you reach out with a free hand, scratching gently behind her ear, and she sighs happily.

"I wouldn't worry about it too much, Bon-Bon. After all, we're here to determine what kind of future Earth and Equestria are going to have with each other. And if this is the kind of start we're getting off to..." You cross your hands behind your head, looking up towards the ceiling once more, and let your mind wander, considering the possibilities. "I think we're all going to do just fine."