Moons a smooth

>Slowing down to a brisk walk, you wipe away the sweat collected on your forehead
>You exhale
>Wew
>After finding out there isn't much to do around here, you took up jogging in the morning
>The air's fresh, and the only people here this early are old stallions that stare and occasionally smile at you when you pass them
>It first started as just simple 15 minute runs, but at some point you just started to go for longer and longer
>You lost count of how much time you've spent aimlessly roam around, so you just let your legs carry you around until you feel tired
>Maybe it's the little masochist inside you, but you enjoy the burning feeling inside your lungs accompanied with the usual adrenaline rush
>Your breath slows down to a more even pace as you look for somewhere to rest
>A bench conveniently comes into view with a mare occupying a small part of it
>Sweet

>Ugh, why is Dad so annoying?!
>'Oh, Moonie, you should stop being a slouch go out more often!'
>And now you're outside
>Away from your comics
>You swear, it's like your family is trying to sap away your lifesource
>This park brings back some uncomfortable memories
>Like the many times where you were accosted by the ponice for "suspicious activity"
>So what you were near fillies?!
>You were filming for an art project!
>Swear on Celestia's pubes!
>And now you're on a watchlist
>Buckin' ignoramuses
>Your ears quirk up at the sound of hoovesteps, and you-
>Oh
>Oh, hotcakes
>Wet colt at 3 o'clock, captain
>He's getting closer to you
>Like, taking a seat next to you close
>Like, SPREADING his legs, joint touching your own extremities close
>The fact that he's emanating the hottest musk ever doesn't help either
>What he has doesn't even compare with that one time you brushed by that cute colt in chemistry
>This specimen here exudes all the qualities you love
>Tall, lean, [spoiler]ready you crush you at a moment's notice[/spoiler]
>"Hey."
>IT'S TRYING TO STRIKE A CONVERSATION!
"Ha, uhmn. Hi."
>[distressed horse noises]
>"You, uh, come here often?"
"Huh? Kinda, I guess."
>Aaaannd silence
>>Celestia-dammit, you're an embarrassment to mares worldwide
>You regret not trimming this morning, or any morning after high school, now that you think about it
>"Jeez."
>Now what
>"It's getting a bit hot for me."
>He starts to remove his tanktop, revealing his-
>WOAH FILLY
>WE GOT TANLINES
>HOT TANLINES
>And with that, you pass out like the disappointment you are

>You wake up to unfamiliar surroundings
>What, what happened?
>You're in a bed that's not your's, and there's...shower sounds?
>You hear faucets being turned off, and out steps that big colt from the park, a towel around his waist being the only thing he has on for decency
>Noticing you're awake, he flashes a smile at you
>"Hi again. You kinda fainted on that bench, and I thought you were suffering from a heat stroke. So, um, sorry I carried you to my place without you knowing."
>This can't be real
>You have to have died on that bench, shocked and covered in fluids
>You smack yourself
"OW!"
>"Woah, you-"
"I'M ALRIGHT."
>THIS IS REAL
>He's just staring at you, expecting a response
>C'mon, Moondancer
>You can do this!
"Please rut me."
>Brain, why?
>Because you think a diet consisting of instant-noodles and nothing else will benefit your body
>Oh
>You hang your head low in shame, knowing what's coming next
>"Sure."
>...You are one lucky-ass mare

Then they fugged and at some point this http://pastebin.com/7Va85S8j happened