Tongs - Life Lessons

>Ugh
>what an awful day out
>it's been raining for the past, oh...
>eight hours?
>whatever
>that's probably an overestimate, but it's been storming hard enough
>the worst thing is;
>there is absolutely NOTHING to do around here
>you've just been sitting around with Anon and Sepia, waiting for something to happen
>to no avail, unfortunately
>you appreciate the sentiments of being invited over to dinner and all, but there's really not much to do around Sepia's place
>and frankly, you don't want to go out in this sort of weather just to find something to do
>Soooo booooored
>at least the seats are moderately comfortable

>"GC? You alright?"
>Sepia stirs you from your thoughts
>Anonymous is still slumped in his chair, not paying anyone any attention
>you sit up in your own recliner that happened to be facing the rain-spattered window overlooking the lawn
"Yeah, I'm fine. It's just that... It's so boring around here! We've just been sitting around for hours doing nothing!"
>"It's been about forty minutes since you got here."
"...Oh."
>A frown forms on your face
"...But that's still too long without doing anything. I say, we brainstorm an idea for a fun thing to do on a rainy day!"
>everyone remains silent
"Anyone got anything?"
>Anon looks up, but says nothing
>Sepia does much of the same
"...Huh. Nobody has anything? No games we could play, not even 'leapfrog?'"
>the two shake their heads
"Sepia, don't you have any board games?"
>"No. I don't usually get many visitors."
>damnit
"Alright! No, that's perfectly O-K! I liked sitting around in silence anyway. Except I DON'T."
>Anon speaks up for once in his life
>"Goldie, give it a rest. There's nothing to do but wait for the storm to pass."
"Oh, really? Give me a second."

>...That's it!
"Sepia, how's about I teach you how to please a stallion?"
>the idea has some mixed reactions
>like the new coffee stain on the carpet and the deep crimson-faced mare sitting across from you
>"I-I don't know about that, Goldie..."
"Oh, come now! It'll be fun AND educational!"
>Anon interrupts
>"Golden Corral, I do NOT want any part of whatever it is you're doing."
"But then who will be the stallion? I mean, I'd be fine with the role, but I don't have the equipment for it."
>"...Damn it, why would you put that image in my head?"
"Because I know how you like that kinda thing~"
>for emphasis, you flick your tongue at him
>yup
>he loves it
>or, the lump in his pants does, anyway
"See? You're already halfway there!"
>"...Fine. But only because there's nothing else to do!"
>you turn to Sepia, whose blush has diminished a bit
"So? Are you up for it?"
>"Well, I, um... I..."
"It's better to know this now when you don't need it, than to not know it later when you DO need it."
>finally, after what seem to be millennia, the brown-coloured mare relents with a nod (though her blush is noticeably deeper now)
"Wonderful! I knew you'd be up for a life lesson!"
>the term seems to alleviate Sepia of some noticeable stress

>You turn to a frowning Anon, still annoyed at you for some indiscernible reason
"What? It's like being a teacher! Now take off your pants."
>"Do I have to?"
>you roll your eyes
"Nooooo, all you need to do is sit there and your dick will just tear through the fabr-OF COURSE YOU DO."
>"Fine, Jeez..."
>he removes the offending garment, as well as his under-pants, too. (You didn't even need to instruct him. He's learning so fast!)
>his strange-looking human penis swings through the air
>"I feel exposed..."
"That's how a BJ's supposed to feel. Now, Sepia dear, please come over here for a second."
>"Alright..."
>she awkwardly makes her way over to you and Anon, but that's probably more due to her clumsy nature than anything
"Sepia, meet Exhibit A!"
>you tap "Exhibit A" on the head, perhaps a bit too forcefully
>"OW!"
"Sorry. Sepia, do you know why I'm doing this?"
>"Why you're hitting him in the genitals?"
"No, why I'm teaching you this stuff."
>"Not really."
>her awkwardness to the entire situation seems to be lessening
>good!
"It's because I want you to know how to give a blowjob NOW, with your good friends Anonymous and myself, instead of later, with some kinda stranger."
>"Oh. That's nice of you."
"I know, dear. Now! First, you've gotta make sure he's got a decent amount of blood flowing to his cock. It should look somethi-"
>"Goldie, I took sex-ed, I know what..."
>but she trails off, and she gets a decent amount of blood flowing to her face
"Alright, just being thorough. Let's move on to the more 'interesting' stuff, eh?"

>"...Could you please stop staring at it like that?"
"Sorry. It just wasn't as large as I expected."
>Anon grumbles under his breath
"Now, Sepia, I'm going to go through some motions, and I want you to try and repeat them, okay?"
>she nods
"Alright."
>you take Anon's head into your mouth, and bob your own head up and down on his shaft
>you release your grip on his penis after repeating the motion two more times
"Do you think you can handle that?"
>another nod
>"I'd just like to point out how awkward this is."
"Shush, Anon."
>Sepia steps up to Anon's crotch, and suddenly deep-throats the entire thing, nearly gagging on it
>a loud gasp comes from Exhibit A's owner, taken by surprise no doubt
>Sepia pulls her head back slowly, nearly a snail's pace
>"Ow. Ow. Ow. Ow. OW. OW."
"It's probably best that you don't use your teeth, dear."
>"Mmph-mm," she mumbles in apology through the elongated fleshy tube in her mouth
>just before her lips meet the tip, she lets go
>"Did... Did I do good?" she stammers out
>Anon speaks up again
>"N-"
>well, he tries to, anyway, but a hoof jammed into his belly stops him
"You did wonderful, Sepia. You might need to slow it down a bit on the entry, though."
>Sepia gives you a proud smile
>meanwhile, Anon grumbles what you can only assume are more oaths aimed towards you, but you don't pay him any attention

"We'll work on it another time. I wanna show you something that shouldn't be too difficult, and we'll wrap it up until next week, alright?"
>"Alright."
>"...We're doing this again next week...?"
"So, what you do is, you take your tongue out..."
>you extend your tongue to the floor
"And then, you slowly wrap it around the male's shaft. Like this!"
>your tongue curls around the base of Anon's cock, winding your way to the tip
>Anon stops making quips and grips the seat's armrests
"And then, you just squeeze and pull. Like milking a cow! Except the milk isn't as good. And it's a penis, as opposed to an udder."
>and you squeeze, gripping his shaft with your tongue, and slide your muscle-y coil down the walls of the cock
"Back and forth, back and forth..."
>you repeat your motions in time with your sentences, eliciting some choice exclamations from your test subject
"Until your mate orgasms! That is, if you don't plan on doing anything other than a blowjob for the night."
>you release the slick organ from your mouth and tongue, denying Anon release in the process
>"P-please finish..."
"Sorry, but no-can-do, Anon. That's where Sepia comes in."
>you back up from Anon to make room for the brown mare
"Go on, then. All you've got to do is-"
>Sepia, blush gone from her face, steps up and swallows it whole again

"It's best to be a bit more subtle in your actions, dear, it's more attractive that way..."
>she pulls herself off of the cock, and you notice her tongue still snaked around it, but hers only goes about a quarter of the way
>"Sorry... Like this?"
>Sepia then starts pulsating her tongue in a weird way
>it's... odd
>Anonymous doesn't seem to mind, what with that look on his face
"Well, it's a start. Try flexing the hindmost part of the tongue."
>she does as suggested, and it's truly a wonderful sight
>her lips are pressed to his tip, short tongue coiling and expanding across his head and neck
"Sepia, that's wonderful!"
>you give her a prideful hug
"You learn things so fast!"
>"Goldie, don't make this even more awkward than it is," Anon interjects, though not without trouble
>holding back all those lewd noises must be hard
>"Am I really doing that well?," Sepia questions
"Of course, dear. It's pretty good, for a first time! But I'd like to see you try both techniques at the same time."
>Sepia nods her head, and goes to work
>as she slides her mouth down the shaft, her tongue is pulled back into her mouth
>curious...
>and, bringing her head back to its original place, Sepia pushes her coiled tongue outward, counteracting her head movement
>"S-Sepia, I..."
>but Sepia just goes on with the action, Anonymous's words unheeded
"Sepia, I believe Anon's about to finish in your mouth."
>she takes the dong out of her mouth to speak
>this probably wasn't the best course of action, in hindsight

>Anon, of course, spurts on Sepia's face, her hooves holding his strange human girth skyward
>his orgasmic tones roll throughout the house, deafening everyone
>when he finally stops killing your eardrums, you speak;
"It's like you've never gotten your dick sucked before, Anon. That was pretty much beginner-tier stuff."
>"S-shut up."
>you turn to an understandably disgusted Sepia, trying to get the semen out of her mane
>"Why is it so sticky?"
"No clue. But you should probably go wash up before it dries, dear."
>"Good idea."
>she goes off to wash the cum out of her hair, leaving you and Anon alone
"...I take it you enjoyed that?"
>"N-no. That's the body's normal response to sexual activity. Doesn't mean I liked it!"
"Mmmhmm."
>"Shut up."

"So, you'll still be coming by next week for another lesson?"
>"...You're not serious...?"
"Yup. Sepia needs to know these kinds of things! She needs to be ready should the need come up."
>"The need to know how to suck a good dick?"
"Well, yours wasn't that good, but-"
>"That's it, I'm outta here. See ya never!"
>Anon jumps out of his chair, pushes past you, and slams open the door, storming out into the downpour, slamming the gateway closed behind him
>a few minutes of silence pass before Sepia enters the living room again, mane wet from the wash
>"...Oh. He left."
"Yeah, Anon had other business to attend to, I suppose. Must have been important, what with the horrible weather out."
>"I kinda wanted to thank him for the lesson."
"I did too, but he left without another word. Oh well. We can have fun without him, right?"
>"You don't mean another lesson...?" Sepia's cheeks flush and eyes widen at the implications
>the thought of having Sepia on top of you, doing... Things... makes you blush a bit
"Well, I mean, er, maybe later! But I meant other kinds of fun. Like..."
>you hastily propel yourself over to the sofa with your wings
"A pillow fight!"
>you grab a loose cusion with your mouth, and fling it towards the unsuspecting mare
>it impacts with a large WHOOMPH, knocking the poor Moth over
>"Hey, no fair!" Sepia retorts, giggling a bit

>And so you spend the next couple of hours with your closest friend tossing pillows and such, having incredible fun
>it's incredibly tiring, but that doesn't make it any less fun

>After teaching your life lesson and throwing pillows about for a couple hours, the two of you are incredibly tired
>understandable enough
>so you decided to just stay the night at Sepia's
>she didn't mind at all
>"Are you sure that you're alright sleeping in the guest room?"
"Of course. Where... Nevermind."
>"Just making sure you're comfortable is all!" A tinge of red hilights her face
"I know, dear. Have a good night's rest! Hopefully, the storm'll have let up tomorrow."
>Sepia gives you a hug, and trots off to her room in the back
>she's such a wonderful friend
>you wouldn't trade her for the world
>such a kind mare...
>but you don't like her like -that-, honest
>just as a friend

>you rouse yourself from your thoughts, and head into the spare bedroom
>nothing of interest, aside from the bed you'll be sleeping on
>you hope you made the right choice, giving Sepia BJs 101
>it's probably fine, though, and she DID say she enjoyed it
>kind of
>...ah, well
>it probably won't scar the softspoken mare for life, thankfully
>you'd never do that intentionally
>you'll probably chat about it in the morning, just to make sure
>laying your head on the soft pillow, you drift off into a deep sleep
>you dream of Sepia...
>you dream of Sepia doing...
>...Ooh...
>...
>...Well, let's just say you gave her some "private tutoring"