Darcy's Secret

>You sit alone at the Chico Feo bar
>Of what you’ve heard about the establishment, the food was nice and the drinks were similarly decadent
>You sip on Pajama Jackhammer, a nice blend of guava, peach, and vodka
>It took away the nervous shaking of a first encounter, its sweet tones soothing even your most taut muscles
>As the gentle overhead blues tunes sway your body, emotion through motion pouring out, someone sits beside you
>While other ponies might see him as just another blank face in the crowd, the little differences speak volumes to you about the man inside
>His cheeks were a little more filled than others, his muzzle fuzzed with stubble
>His brow was stronk, and his teeth pearly perfect
>He was a fine specimen to observe
>Made you a little hot underneath your denim skirt
>”Evening, Darcy.”
>His voice is like rolling thunder, resonating with what seems like the entire room over the idle chatter
>You bring your legs in a little, hands clamped together in your lap
“H-hi Anon. It’s nice to see you.”
>He reaches over quietly, placing his thick-fingered hand on your more pleasantly petite manus
>You shudder in your seat from head to tail, tapping your fake nails on the counter
>Granted the man seemed more than a little sinewy, his voice is confident
>”You’re a lot more attractive than your ad suggests.”
>His tone is the opposite of predatory
>He doesn’t smack his lips or gargle out ragged, horndog moans
>In fact, everything about him makes you damp
>He orders a Yeungling and a bowl of goobers
>You almost lose your nerve before he speaks again
>”I have to confess… I almost didn’t come tonight.”
>Your smile fades into worry as he continues
>”Ever since I was taken from my home to live here, I’ve felt as unusual and misplaced... as you probably do.”
>Your expression softens and you move your hand from under his to his kneecap
>He smiles sideways at you
>”This particular instance though… A chance to show a girl a good time again, something she probably begs for under her breath every time she converses with another stallion.. What can I say? I’m a bit of a Casanova.”
>He shifts his posture, draping an arm over the back of his chair, looking at you with a small smile
>”Tell me, Darcy. Why did you put out such a carnal solicitation?”
>You swallow audibly
“I… I have to admit a dissatisfaction about previous lovers, myself.”
>You grip the fabric of your skirt and draw in a gasp of breath
“Everybody that’s ever laid me has treated me like china. So ginger with the handling, it’s as if they believe I might shatter.”
>You grind your teeth
“I’m plum tired of doing it that way. I need a real man to put a pretty lass like myself in her place.”
>A new fire in your belly, you down the rest of your drink, the base of your tail twitching
>The man smiles at you, his eyes filled with wonder
>You sigh theatrically and drag your fingers through your hair
“I think the whole business-oriented farm life is taking a toll on me.”
>He nods at you, his continued smile putting your mind at ease
>”Well then what are we doing here like a couple of hummingbirds knee deep in conversation nectar? I have a flat not too far out from here. I mean, if you can trot that far.”
>He teases with a pat on the rump before paying both his and your short-order tabs
>Just before he’s out the door, he turns and jerks a thumb over his shoulder
>”You coming along, little pony?”
>Red faced, you bounce to your hooves and tag along, getting close to the man
>He puts an arm around your waist and walks in tempo with you
>You notice he even smells desirable, unbelievably
>The stroll through town is, as he described, short lived
>His flat is quaint
>There is a single Star of Bethlehem in a clay pot by his kitchen window
>The outside is painted a plain red, not too garish
>He makes sure he turns out his oil lamp on the way in
>The inside is even more cozy, white walls and a tidy home
>Taking a little too much time oogling, you fail to hear Anon clearly asking if you needed anything
>When you realize your fault and apologize profusely, your host derides you playfully
>”You know I won’t be upset at something so minor, caramel apple.”
>You almost pipe up about that being your cousin before you recognize his compliment on your golden, latina skin
>This man sure is very literary, educated beyond your years perhaps
“Only thing I want is… well, what my ad said.”
>You burn red as the man grins and takes your hand
>”As you wish.”
>He pulls you into his room, practically throwing you onto the bed
>He forces himself upon you, holding your hands down to the bed and locking his lips with yours enthusiastically
>You allow a moan into the affection, eyes closing as you hear your top unfastening his belt
>You feel your shirt being undone and a hand pressing lightly on your side
>”Mmm… and on a scale of one to five, how rough do you want it?”
>You’re almost purring under his touch
“A five please. Go above and beyond.”
>He nods and around in a drawer, pulling out shining aluminum handcuffs
>He nudges you back to the headboard, positioning your hands just so
>Locking the handcuffs on your wrists, behind the golden painted bars, you now find yourself adequately restrained
>No turning back now, Darcy
>He removes your boyshorts from under the skirt and spits on his hand, rubbing your lips teasingly
>You squirm a little, feeling wetness increasing the more his fingers work you
>He runs  his other hand up your leg, experimentally feeling fur on his skin rather than his norm
>The hand finds its way to your rump, to which he gives a firm squeeze
>The suspense is nearly killing you when he finally pulls you off your skirt
>Now you just lie under him in an unbuttoned shirt, bare chest, and bottom fully available to him
>He bites his lip, letting out a quiet 'unf' before moving on
>He hocks a spitwad onto your furry vagina and lines up, his member barely removed from the cloth
>Roughly, he pushes his way into your lips, eliciting a sharp gasp of excitement from you both
>There's not even a moment where you feel he's too small for your tastes
>His slow thrusts quickly turn rapid and powerful
>You hum out your ecstasy, Anon's sheer force rocking the bed hard against the wall
>You feel a twinge of sorrow for the bed and wall
>Poor inanimate objects
>You let out a long, curling moan as the brute strikes a sweet spot, a new wave of pleasure swimming through you, you let out a teen squirt
>"Ooh, I did something Darcy liked, did I?"
>His cooing does you very good, your legs shaking hard as you squirt again
>He chuckles and sneaks his hands up to your throat, thumbs pressing lightly on both sides
>You hear a soft, grunting, 'Do you trust me?'
>Your eyes are rolling up in absolutely ahegao as you nod
>His fingers clamp hard, cutting off your breath, his thumbs pushed in and back
>First you panic, hands trying to come forward and stop him
>His hold does not loosen, his thrusts do not slow
>Your vision begins to tunnel, sweat beading the entirety of your body
>You make noises you'd never heard before
>Your body writhes
>Your mind fears
>Your pussy even grows wetter
>Slowly, you feel your partner less and less as you slip into the darkness
>There's nothing to do now but accept the gracious kiss of death
>Your limbs became static, buzzing oddly, then nothing, not even recollection of where those limbs may have been
>There's a last chance effort from your body, uncontrolled shuddering flowing through you
>Then his grip is released
>You swallow a long choke of air and hack loudly from the burning relief you feel
>As feeling returns, you realize how much saliva covers your chest  and how many tears adorn your cheeks
>Anon rests beside you, one hand  now circling your winking clitoris, your pussy filled with his spunk as you ride the back half of your most powerful orgasm ever
>As your muscles contract more powerfully than you ever dreamed possible, juices shoot out and beyond the edge of the bed
>You can only describe this feeling as absolute bliss
>While your chest heaves, Anon kisses you swiftly, a brand new confidence filling him
>He reaches through the bars himself and entwines his fingers with yours, the free hand moving from your exhausted organ to your side, pulling you snugly against him
>You smile wearily and nuzzle affectionately
>You're about to apologize when he shakes his head
>"Whatever it is, candy apple, don't worry a bit. It's not as important as this. This moment right here."
>He undoes the cuffs, your arms immediately wrapping around him even if your body feels heavier than normal
>He only smiles and rubs your back gently, easing you into the darkness of sleep
>You can't help but feel absolute safety in his grasp
"Thank you," You manage to push through your lips meekly
>He doesn't leave your side for even a second
>The last thing you feel before the night has you in its grasp is a blanket being pulled over the two of you
>Maybe this is what love really feels like