Mare in Red Lewds

You can’t help but feel a little bit nervous with the noose around your neck being so literal right now, but you’ve gotten yourself in this far, the only thing to do is start thrusting. Especially if you throw in some compliments, since that seems to be her big thing. “Hey, I know what you mean,” you say. “If you weren’t so hot I might have been way rougher. Luckily, you’ve got that fucking amazing body going for you.”

She looks at you with an edge, but then turns back and manages to look smug, in spite of everything. “That’s a start,” she said. “But if you think I haven’t gotten complimented before, you’re as dumb as you look. Get to it, and make it good.”

With a nod, you hook your hooves over her hips and start to slowly ease into her. Part of you is tempted to just slam in one go, but this is about making her feel good… or else you’ll die. You carefully press deeper into her and mount a little bit higher for leverage. She was damn tight, probably hadn’t had many people in here before; it’s enough that you need a second just to get used to the incredibly tight sensation  “Mmmmf,” you say carefully around her mane. “This ass is so good, I want to just map it out.”

She looks back at you, clearly not impressed. “Excuse me?” She said, teeth grinding slightly between aggravation and sensation.

She’s not amused… Maybe you can try again. “I mean, ah, a mare hasn’t made me this horny since high school-hrrk” You’re rewarded by a tendril gripping at your neck again, and she looks away from you with a huff.

“That’s quite enough of that,” she says. “Another crack like that and you won’t be finishing. I’ll get your small employee or maybe even Light Hoof to finish me off instead. Now go on, and don’t be disappointing.” She raises her tail up just a little bit more to punctuate her point. You start to cough sporadically, throat aching as she uses the tentacle to make it clear that this a do or die moment.

You're filled with a righteous indignation as she takes away your (clearly) greatest asset: your one liners, but there's not much you can do. She's got you in a fucking bind here, and you're really going to need to impress her if you want to keep breathing. You mount up higher and grab at her mane, pulling it back with a rough jerk and getting an indignant cry in response. You follow this up with a single, rough thrust, slamming your slick shaft into her ass as hard as you can. Nobody takes that shit away from you.

She seems to be enjoying it, too… You see her down below and she’s soaked again, not to mention the sensation of vibrations as her legs shake under her. Her expression, on the other hoof, is fucking livid, glancing back over and fixing upon you with a burning rage. A tendril snakes it’s way between your legs, and you panic for a second. However, it’s not attacking you it’s… sliding up to her pussy and rubbing up against it. You’re currently taking deep, powerful thrusts into her, rearing back as far as you can before slamming back into her and get a groan of arousal each time.

The tendril eventually stops rubbing up against her and pushes deeper into her, very slow and deliberate. Was she just trying to get herself off faster? You feel slightly insulted, but at this point, it’s definitely not about getting her off anymore. You want to fuck her until she can’t walk in the morning, and maybe you’ll carry her if she sucks your dick hard enough. You pick up speed, the friction of fucking her ass so hard start to heat up your dick, but it’s not dry enough there to make it hard to keep going, and you’re not sure you would stop even if it was painful.

This uppity bitch is gonna get it… Or at least that’s what you’re thinking up until you feel a sudden, stinging sensation in your ass. You’d lost track of the tentacle she’d been juicing up, and with a single motion she used the one wrapped around your throat to pull you back while the now-lubed back tentacle slid into your ass. You wince as it pushes in further and further, your ass stretching out with the sensation of cool, smooth stone pushing into you deeper and deeper.

You’ve never been one to willingly agree to having something shoved deep inside of you, but you’d be lying if you said that something about it wasn’t giving you a good feeling, a sort of painless burning that leaves your dick feeling harder and harder. Plus, she's kind of at the point where you can't really complain with the leverage she's got over you. Shit, you really have to up the ante on this one if you don’t want her to come away from this all in one piece. "Awww," she says in a sickeningly sweet condescending tone. "Is somepony a little tight back there? I'll make sure to cuddle you afterward until it's all feeling better."

You can't take much more of this on either the physical or mental side of this. Your head is flaring like crazy and you're starting to drip more and more pre, a prelude to the coming deluge that's been building up this whole time. You've got a final move that should really get her going, assuming she doesn't just kill you for it. Rearing back once more you finally leave her ass entirely and start to feel the tentacle tense up, but you’re not going to give her enough time to get really angry at you. Instead, you slam deep inside her pussy practically in one motion, pulling her all the further back, squeezing onto her all the tighter and grinning as the sweat starts to drip down off of your forehead. The mare seems unsure, but she hasn’t strangled the life out of you yet, so you suppose that you’re being allowed to live. You’re thankful that horse asses are so hygienic, because the next thing you do is pick up the pace and start alternating your thrusts.

It’s hard to keep the concentration, because every few seconds, that slightly cold sensation of stone sliding into your ass returns with a sudden, sharp thrust. You’re not used to that feeling, and the first couple of times you tense up, making it altogether far more unpleasant than it has to be, but eventually she has you trained well enough that even when she pushes into you, it doesn’t disrupt your flow.

Both of you are shaking now, and it’s all the concentration you can muster to keep yourself pushing in as deep as you can in spite of the mounting arousal and desire to keep going, not to mention the literal rock wriggling in your ass, body convulsing as you feel yourself growing closer and closer. You bite your lower lips and can feel the muscles in your leg tense with every thrust as your body starts to really feel. No matter how great your endurance, your body just has a breaking point. Luckily, she’s not doing too much better, face flushing and winking every few seconds, especially as you reach a hoof out to flick her clit every now and then, getting a small squeal of surprise every time.

Eventually, you know that you can’t hold back anymore, and your hooves slam onto her hips hard enough to leave a resounding ‘slap’. She looks back at you with surprise, and then her expression tightens. “Don’t you fucking dare,” she says, and she could be referring to any number of things.

But you’re far past caring. You’re Load Fucking Delivery, after all, and you’re not about to let her tell you what to do. You rear back once more and push into her with gusto, deep as you possibly can, and hold on as she wriggles, or at least pretends to, and you hold her back while you cum inside of her. “I hope you’re not in heat,” you say with the goofiest smile of all time on your face. “Because you’re about to figure out why they call me LOAD DELIVERY!”

You close your eyes as you shoot line after line out into her pussy, but instead of a tightening, there’s more of a tensing. For just a second and then a release. You feel yourself start to slide downwards, and tentatively open your eyes to see the Mare in Red slide down onto her chest, face screwed in sheer pleasure, body quivering and tongue lolling out. “F-fine..” she barely manages to say. “Y-you can live…”

It takes you a second to recover, but with a grunt you finally manage to pull out of her with a satisfying schlorp and stand up as the first rays of the sun start to peek out over the buildings, signaling the dawn of a new day. Around you, the street has mostly recomposed itself, and all other combatants are mostly slumping back, all of them frankly exhausted.

It's a brand new day.