Minuette

You down the contents of the shot glass in a single, long drink, pulling away with a satisfied sigh. You needed that. You could feel yourself just beginning to get buzzed, and you relax slightly from the tensions of a long, exhausting day. They might be a little awkward to deal with sometimes, but damn if ponies didn't know how to make a human feel welcome. Pony nightclubs, in particular, loved having your kind around. You, like so many others, were all too happy to flock to the numerous 'half-off for all human customers' deals. Being a stranger here without much else to do at night, you made the most of the club scene. You hadn't been much of a party guy before you'd come to Equestria, but, well... ponies definitely knew how to make a guy feel welcome.

"Hey there, hot flanks." A teal-coated pegasus mare with a wild yellow mane helps herself up onto the stool beside you, grinning confidently. "This seat taken?"

And then there's that.

You'd heard the rumors, of course. You supposed most human emigrants probably had. At the time, you had brushed them off as wild exaggerations: That Equestria had a major gender imbalance that vastly favored females, that cross-species pairings were not all that uncommon on the other side of the portal, and that mares were apparently fascinated by human males. That much you knew, that much everyone knew. What you'd failed to take into account was that because of that same gender disparity, the traditional Equestrian social schema was that of the female as the aggressive party in relationships.

Hence why humans so often got half-off on all drinks at social venues. A ready stream of lithe, dexterous, mysterious, unattached males had turned out to be very, VERY good for business.

You wince slightly, feeling a tinge of sympathy for all the women you'd ever flirted with. You were still a little put off at being so blatantly hit on. You hadn't thought it would bother you so much, but being on the other side of this scenario often wound up being very, very awkward - to say nothing of the ones doing the propositioning being tiny, colorful horses. Frowning slightly, you try to answer as neutrally as you can that it's not, being careful not to meet her gaze.

She's undeterred. "Hey, y'know, I've seen you in here a couple times, now. Never seen you with anypony, though. Having trouble making friends?" She leans in slightly closer to you. Slightly. So little you almost don't notice. Almost. When you don't immediately answer, she keeps right on going.

"Cute guy like you, that'd be a real crime. I could help you out, you know. Show you the sights." She leans forward, again, and this time you can't help but turn to look at her. She's smirking. "Maybe help you... relax a bit."

You can't help it. Your face flushes bright red, the heat creeping up to your ears, heart pounding in your chest. The pegasus laughs, clearly taking the reaction as a point in her favor, and becomes bolder. Wrapping a foreleg around your shoulders, she pulls you in closer until the two of you are almost face to face. Your breath catches in your throat for a moment in surprise - despite her delicate-looking frame, she's -strong.- She whispers in your ear.

"You're not the first human I've had, you know. They all act so tough at first, so resistant, like mares gross them out." You begin to pull your head away, but she catches your chin with a surprisingly dexterous wing, turning you back to look into her eyes. "Riiiiiight up until I show them what they've been missing out on. And now, not one of 'em can be satisfied with a human woman ever again."

She locks her eyes on yours, muzzle inches away from your face. You don't blink. You can't look away.

"So how about it, human? Ready to go for a pony ride?"

How... how the hell did this happen!? You open your mouth, but only a befuddled, weak stammer comes out.

"Is this mare bothering you, sir?"

Both of your gazes snap in unison to the nervous looking light-blue unicorn standing before you. She shrinks slightly under the scrutiny, but doesn't look away.

"I said... is this mare bothering you, sir?"

The pegasus scowls. "Buzz off, hornhead. This doesn't concern you."

She takes a small step forward, setting her expression into one of stern disapproval - though you notice her legs tremble slightly as she does so. "If you're bothering him, then I'm, m-making it my business." Her horn lights up, glowing softly. She doesn't seem to be doing anything yet, but the message is clear.

The pegasus's scowl deepens. Her gaze darts from you, to the unicorn, and back again. To your massive unspoken relief, she gives a hard flap, lifting herself into the air and leisurely starting to fly away. "Oh, screw this. You two morons aren't worth getting kicked out, and I can find another human. Have fun getting the 'just friends' speech from that one, horny."

The unicorn stands firm and upright, horn flickering with arcane energies, until the pegasus has disappeared into the milling crowd nearer the entrance. Only then does she relax with a relieved sigh, slumping slightly and closing her eyes as she releases her magic. When she looks back up, she finds you smiling warmly at her. Patting the recently-vacated seat at your side, you invite her up, and offer to buy her a drink. She grins, accepting gratefully. Thanking her for her help, you tell her your name.

"Nice to meet you." She replies, still smiling. "I'm Minuette."

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The rest of the night goes pretty smoothly. It helps, of course, that having Minuette with you tends to deter other mares who might be feeling a little bold, but the real highlight is the unicorn herself. She's remarkably charming company, a shining of that special combination of innocent cuteness and intelligent amicability that has so endeared ponykind to humanity in so little time. She tells you about tourist attractions you should check out, the best places to buy your food, what life is like in Equestria in general. You tell her stories of your life on Earth, some of the basic ideas governing human technology, and explain the apparently fascinating concept of weather that isn't planned out weeks in advance. All in all, it's one of the most enjoyable nights you've had ever since arriving on this world.

So enjoyable, you don't monitor your drink intake quite as well as you should. Only when the two of you go off on a several-minute long giggling fit on the topic of hoofball versus basketball, and how ridiculous it would look if ponies had to dribble in hoofball, do you realize that both of you are quite thoroughly drunk.

"Oh... oh my." Minuette snerks. "I think... maybe we overdid it a bit?"

Juuuuuuuuuuust a little bit. The two of you regard each other in dead seriousness - for approximately two seconds - before bursting out into mirth once more.

"Maaaaybe we should call it a night, then." Standing, she extends a hoof to you, teetering in place. Ignoring it - you rather seriously doubt she could support your weight - you gingerly take to your feet yourself. She doesn't seem to take offense. "Lemme walk you home."

Awwwww... that's so cute of her. She's cute. You're cute, you tell her. But it's okay, you can handle yourself. She tosses her head slightly, in the gesture you've come to realize is the pony equivalent of a shrug.

"Nooooo no no, I insist! My mom taught me better than to treat a stallion like... like..." Her eyes glaze over for a moment as her alcohol-soaked mind struggles to complete the thought.

And fails. "... I'mma walk you home!"

You laugh. Oh, what the hell. She probably shouldn't be walking the streets alone in her state, anyway.

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The two of you quite literally fall into the apartment as you finally resolve the fiendish riddle that is the lock. Away from the social lubrication of the club environment, you're beginning to calm down a bit even despite your intoxication, and Minuette makes use of her increased faculties.

"Umm... we should... probably drink some water, or something, or we're gonna be reeeaaaallly hung over tomorrow." She drops onto your couch with a slight 'pomf.'

Oh god, she's so right. That is a really good idea. She's so responsible. Minuette, you're so responsible. As quickly as your hazy mind can manage, you pour a couple cups for yourself and your guest before settling down next to her. She thanks you, taking the mug in a telekinetic field that only wobbles a little, and sips gingerly at her plain drink. You join her, several long moments passing in quietly companionable silence as the tension drains from you. Slowly but surely, you begin to feel your brain righting itself, and you silently thank the unicorn's foresight - that one would've been painful to wake up to. Idly, without really thinking about it, you thank her again for her help with that pushy pegasus.

She waves a fore leg dismissively in your direction. "S'no big deal. You looked a little lost, is all. Still, I can't really blame her or anything, s'not like I didn't want to get in your pants too..." She takes another sip of her water.

And then freezes.

Slowly, she looks up at you, eyes wide, to see if you were paying attention to that last part.

You were.

Minuette groans, shutting her eyes tightly, and leans forward to smack her head lightly on the coffee table, somehow managing not to bash her horn into the wood.

"Oh for the love of Cadenza, I cannot BELIEVE I just said that." -THUD-

Somewhat amused - and feeling surprisingly much more complimented than you imagined you would, you catch her head as she goes in for another bonk, smiling reassuringly as she looks blearily up at you. Gently, though somewhat awkwardly, you tell her it's okay. You're not mad. But, you can't resist asking, was she just trying to butter you up all this time?

Minuette shakes her head, winces at the sensations the action provokes, and then takes another gulp of water. "No, really! I saw you sitting at the bar, and I thought you were really cute and all, but I wasn't going to say anything until that other mare started bugging you. And then, well, we'd already started talking, and I really did want to get to know you better, and you were so nice, and I wasn't going to try anything I swear and-"

You shush her with a finger to her lips. It's alright, you tell her, she's convinced you. Truth be told, you're a little flattered.

She looks at you with obvious surprise written across her features. "Really? But, you're not grossed out by thinking out by a mare... y'know, like... that?"

It's your turn to flush, turning your eyes away from her to study the coffee table with intense interest. Well, it was really, really weird, yeah. And of course the idea was disgusting at first. But now that you'd been here in Equestria for a while and come to appreciate just how intelligent and charming ponies really were... well, you'd be lying if you said it hadn't at least... crossed your mind...

You feel Minuette's eyes on you, even if you aren't looking at them directly, and flush even harder in response. When she speaks again, there is a trembling note of hope in her voice that sends a thrill through you.

"Well... if you're really that curious... maybe I could... help teach you."

You look up to find the unicorn's eyes blazing with lust. She breathes heavily, legs curled underneath of her as though about to spring at you at the slightest invitation. She wets her lips slightly, waiting for your response.

...

Yeah. You'd like that.

The pony wastes no more time, springing across the couch to land heavily atop you, and your arms reflexively wrap around her barrel to catch her. Her lips meet yours once, twice, three times, the urgency of the mare's actions betraying her desire. When you reciprocate, going in for a kiss of your own, she quickly slips her tongue into your mouth, moaning in delight as she does so. Your hands run up and down her body, slowly and hesitantly at first, and then with increasing speed and confidence. Her muscles tense, and then completely relax as you reach her flanks, delicately tracing over her cutie marks with your fingers. You feel her tail twitching sharply, slapping against your thigh, and the faint scent of her musk begins to fill the room. Minuette's tongue probes deeper, meeting, caressing, and entwining your own.

Your erection pokes her through your pants as she shifts in place, and she breaks the kiss with a gasp before smiling slyly at you, the timid unicorn now fully reconciled with her desires. Scooting down slightly on your body, she wastes no time smoothly, easily removing the intervening fabric with her magic. Your cock springs free, large and proud, making no secret of your own enthusiasm. Minuette licks her lips, admiring your length.

"I've heard a lot of stories about how good you humans taste. I think it's time to what all the fuss is about." Winking slightly, she darts forward, taking you into her mouth.

You gasp, muscles clenching under the sudden onslaught. Minuette's mouth is hot and wet around you, her tongue eagerly exploring every last inch of your cockflesh, and you have to fight to resist the urge to cum on the spot. She sucks delicately at your glans for a moment, savoring the sweet saltiness so distinctive of humans, teasing your sensitive underside with her long, agile tongue before bobbing up and down on your length. You gasp and buck slightly against the sensations, and the pony feels a flush of victorious pride at the reactions she is coaxing from you. Her tail wishes side to side happily, drawing your attention, and you are struck by the overwhelming lewdness of looking down and seeing a unicorn's head happily buried in your lap, licking and sucking away in obvious enjoyment. A loud slurp escapes her periodically as she goes about her fun, and you would almost swear she's doing it on purpose. Breathing heavily, you instinctively lay your hands on the back of her head, stroking her mane approvingly. She stops for a moment, looking up at you mischievously, and winks.

Before you can ask what she's doing, she plunges forward. Only later would you find out an interesting facet of pony biology: they do not have a gag reflex.

Her deepthroat takes your entire shaft all the way to the hilt. Lightning shoots through your veins, and you cry out as you dump your hot, creamy load right down her throat. She gulps visibly, again and again, swallowing everything that you have to offer, and to your amazement you can actually feel her tongue just barely managing to slip free of her mouth to lick at your balls, relishing in their salty musk. This in turn manages to coax even more cum out of you, sac tightening around your balls and giving your lover the prize she so eagerly seeks. Minuette moans in appreciation around your length, the vibrations from her mouth sending even more tremors of pleasure through you and extending your orgasm out even further - without a doubt, the longest you've ever had. Only once she is absolutely certain that she's emptied you does she slowly withdraw, panting in exertion, but licking her lips proudly. You twitch feebly, still lost in the afterglow of an orgasm the intensity of which you could never have imagined.

"Oh... Oh yes, that was..." Not coming up with anything, she collapses atop you with her head resting on your stomach, settling for, "Oh, fuck yes."

Fuck yes, you tiredly but happily agree, is right. Still, you can't help but feel guilty. You didn't mean to cum so soon, but you just couldn't help yourself. The least you can do is get her off.

Minuette giggles slightly. "Ohhhhhh, I wouldn't worry too much about that. I didn't cum, but you really do taste just as good as everypony says. And besides... who said we're done yet?" She grins mischievously, horn lighting up, and you feel magic surge into you. You start in surprise, not having expected the sudden action, but before you can even begin to protest your entire body grows warm, tingling faintly. Fresh vigor seems to flow into you, revitalizing you and filling you anew with desire. Your softening reaction almost immediately begins to harden once more, and you could almost swear your balls feel heavier, as though bloated with semen. The sensation seems as though it should feel painful, but your body says otherwise, clearly sending the signal that it is ready to go. In wonder, you look to Minuette.

She blushes. "I... -may- have read the Pony Sutra.

"... And the appendix section targeted specifically at unicorns.

"... Twice."

She flinches slightly at your disbelieving look. "Hey, I was a very curious teenager, alright!?"

Your stern visage gradually shifts into a widening smile, and Minuette's face quickly creases into a smile of her own. Before long, the two of you are once more giggling like idiots, this time for reasons that have nothing to do with the alcohol still in your systems. You pull the pony to your chest in a tight hug, kissing her lightly on the lips, an expression of affection rather than pure lust.

But you're not done yet, and neither is she. You kiss her again, more hungrily this time, before gently laying her on her back. She looks at you questioningly, but you simply smile.

"Wait, what are you- IEEEEEE!"

She jumps a good foot or two as your tongue finds her slit and begins slowly, delicately probing her folds. You take your time, tracing tiny circles all around her outer lips, savoring the taste before you even begin to probe deeper. Minuette squirms under your ministrations, and you smirk at the role reversal, enjoying the feeling of exerting your power over the mare. Minuette moans absently as you tongue slips inside,  teasing at her rapidly moistening entrace.

"Ohmygosh, ohmygosh, ohymygosh, I've never even -heard- of a stallion doing thiiiiiii-!"

Her voice cuts off with a squeak as you finally wrap your lips ever so gently around her clit, her legs tightening around your head.

The next several minutes form a one-pony chorus of shrieks and moans as you busy yourself between the mare's thighs. You keep your tongue mostly to her clit, occasionally slipping into her pussy to enjoy the taste of her excitement, but you are more than willing to introduce your lover to the wonders of hands as well. Your hands roam freely as you lick and suck slowly at her clit: caressing her flanks, teasing at her soft teats, stroking her pussy, and finally, slipping inside of her. You piston your fingers in and out of her, slowly at first, and then with gradually increasing speed. Looking up, you see Minuette's eyes locked on your head in her lap. Her eyes are half-shut, her mouth a prolonged, silent 'Ooooo' of pleasure. Her marehood twitches around your fingers, tugging eagerly, hot and soft and wet.

Winking back at her, you keep your eyes locked to hers, silently ordering her not to look away. Then, as Minuette watches, your gaze still locked on hers, you bury your fingers inside her, seal your lips against her sensitive flesh, and begin licking her clit as fast as you can.

Minuette squeals as she cums - as hard as you did. Harder, even. Her legs reflexively clamp down around your head, locking you in place, and a veritable flood of her juices pours out from her pussy, still tightly clamped down on your fingers. Withdrawing your fingers with difficulty, you quickly put them to work gently stroking her clit while your tongue takes their place, lapping eagerly at your mate, relishing in the sweet taste of her release. Minuette's eyes roll up in her head, her body shivering again and again as you gradually slow down at her clitoris, drawing out her orgasm as long and as gently as possible. You are more reluctant to stop the eager exploring of your tongue, still delicately enjoying the wonderful taste of your lover, deeply breathing in her heady scent. Only when Minuette's muscles go completely slack around you, the unicorn sighing in ultimate relieved satisfaction, do you relent, swallowing one last time before you withdraw from her sex. For several long minutes, the two of you are content simply to lie in each other's embrace, enjoying the soft warmth of the other's body. Outside, you can hear the steady dripping of rain pattering against the windows. In all the evening's activities, you had never even noticed it starting. But now, it serves only as a wonderfully soothing background to a perfect night.

Minuette snuggles her head against your shoulder. "That was... amazing. Just... I... I've never, anything like it..."

Yeah, you agree. That sums it up just about perfectly.

Having a sudden idea, you turn the unicorn around, facing her away from you. She regards you curiously, but makes no move to resist. Now with easy access to her back, you smirk slightly as you put your strong hands to work once more, exploiting the time-honored secret weapon of boyfriends everywhere: the back rub. Your fingers press firmly into Minuette's shoulders - or whatever it is that ponies have - kneading and caressing her soft flesh. She tenses at first, not sure what you're doing but you will not be denied. Though you may be an amateur, you're still a quick study, and in no time Minuette is groaning in relief as you find knot after knot and work them away. The pony melts into a puddle of relaxed bliss under your ministrations, and you teasingly bring a hand up to rub gently at her horn.

The pony stiffens, her magic once more softly lighting the room, and you gasp as you feel a telekinetic field envelop your cock. Though Minuette might not have hands, you very quickly learn that unicorns know how stroking motions work, a warm, intangible pressure rippling methodically up and down your shaft. You feel yourself rapidly rising to attention once more, your grasp faltering momentarily, and the intoxicating scent of pony musk begins to fill the room once more as Minuette, too, swiftly gets back into the mood. You nip gently at her neck, and a surprised, pleasured "Nnn-!" escapes her lips as the rippling pressure pumping at your dick increases its pace. After a couple more minutes of this, Minuette growls, and the magical aura surrounding your prick quickly grows to encompass your whole body, throwing you softly back down to the couch on your back. Minuette spins to face you, her eyes shining with naked desire.

"I want you inside me, NOW!"

You are happy to oblige her. The unicorn climbs atop you, steadying your prick with her magic as she positions herself atop you. Once she is satisfied that she is lined up appropriately, your head pressing against the torrent of heat that is her slit, she begins to slide down. A decidedly unladylike "Oh, fuck YES!" escapes her as your sensitive cockhead enters her. Growling with desire of your on, you quickly grab hold of her flanks and pull down HARD, spearing her with your virility. Minuette yelps as her pussy lips spread tightly around your tool, urgently working and twitching at your cock. Her eager panting matching your own, the unicorn pulls herself up, her pussy resisting your cock's withdrawal with delicious friction, before plunging back down onto your lap once again. As she moves to repeat the process, you once more take her flanks in your hands, pulling her back down onto your erection just as your cockhead begins to slip free.

"Oh, Celestia, YES!" Minuette screams, bouncing up and down in your lap with increased fervor. Her marehood milks you as though it has a mind of its own: embracing you eagerly on every thrust, resisting and pulling every time she pulls away, and twitching rapidly around you every time you bottom out inside of her depths. The rest of the world disappears into a haze of meaninglessness: the only thing that matters is continuing to fuck your beautiful, wonderful mate. As Minuette begins to tire, unable to maintain her frantic bouncing pace, you pull her down, kissing her once on the lips before flipping over. Now with the unicorn beneath you, you begin to breed her urgently, fucking her ever so receptive pussy with all the vigor you can muster. Minuette alternates between watching your face, and staring in fascination at where your two bodies are joined, eyes half-lidded with passionate affection. Her marehood still twitches around your length, desperately coaxing you for your seed, as the unicorn urgently encourages you with soft whispers of "Yes, yes...!" You grit your teeth, balls tightening, and feel yourself on the edge. Clearly sensing it coming as well, the unicorn's pussy tightens around you.

In that eternal moment, you look down, and see Minuette's face, twisted up in an expression of pure bliss. And in that eternal, timeless moment, you realize, beyond a shadow of a doubt: nothing you've ever done has ever felt so right.

Your voices cry out in perfect harmony as you both climax, rope after rope of thick, hot, human cum shooting into eagerly receptive pony womb, coating it white with your seed. Minuette's marehood clenches down tightly around you, the hot flesh holding you like a vice as you ride out your respective orgasms, ensuring that you give her every last drop you have to offer. You fall to the bed panting, as exhausted as though you had just run a marathon, and Minuette is right there with you in delirious exertion. You can't help but notice that even her gasps sound cute. Once your body no longer feels like the surface of the sun, you pull her tightly against your body, spooning her. She sighs, relaxing into the embrace.

Nearly an hour later, the two of you stumble wearily to your bed. Minuette leans heavily against you, too exhausted to perform even the most basic levitation, and you have to help her up and under the covers. She sighs gratefully, pressing her body against yours. Despite your exhaustion, you gaze over at your alarm clock. It is not the time, however, but the date that catches your attention. Friday night... well, Saturday morning, technically.

Hey, Minuette.

"Nn?" She replies, not bothering to look up.

Do you work on the weekend?

"No... why?"

Neither do I.

Now you have her attention. With great effort, the unicorn sits up, blinking at you through the mush that is her thoughts.

Got any plans this weekend?

She stares at you. Then, slowly, her face splits into a grin that mirrors yours.