(Hello, and welcome to the first fiction I have written in over two years. It will contain detailed scenes in which explicit acts are performed. This is only for those of you whom enjoy works involving clop. If you like it, then review. If you hate it, then review. Tell me what you think I can do to improve my writing, or any suggestions you have. I hope you enjoy, and have a good day.)
Love it a crazy thing. A crazy thing which I've given up on. Correction; a crazy thing which I had given up on. The cyan mare changed that.
My eyes opened slowly, a slight crust in them from the night before. The bed I was in was soft, and a nice warmth was hugged tightly against me. Having just woken up, I wasn't able to register the unusual nature. I accepted it. My legs tightened around the warm mass, feeling its curves. A…mare? I began to realize what was going on. My head reeled back to look at the pony hugging me. My vision was filled with a cyan mare with a cute and slender face. A rainbow mane covered her head, small ears poking out of the messy mane. It was also notable that she was wearing a pair of sexy socks, and skimpy panties. After staring at the mare for a bit, I began to recall what had happened.
Perhaps it was the intoxicating smell of sex in the club that night, or perhaps the seductive look on her face. Perhaps it was overly loud music, or perhaps I just wanted to lay that cyan mare.
I don't remember how we made love that night. Perhaps it was kinky. Probably not. But I do know one thing—it was phenomenal. I didn't need to know how it happened. I wanted more.
Her sleeping body was calm in my hooves. Every time she took a breath, I could feel it. Holding something alive in my hooves was surreal to me. I wanted to wake her up, but I was scared she would want to leave me. Whatever relationship we shared currently was something I wanted to keep alive, if only for a few hours. I drifted back off to sleep swiftly, aided by her soft body and warmth.
When I woke up, that warmth was gone. After realizing this, I sat up, looking for her. The four socks were strewn across the floor, led by the pair of panties. Along with this, the bathroom door was closed, and the light inside the room was shining from beneath the door. Hopefully she was still here. I didn't want her to leave yet.
(Hope you liked it, though this is just a pilot. I intend to continue writing if I can. I missed writing on this site, and I intend to continue now. Until next time.)