News Flash took a deep breath, shifting her leathery wings at her sides. She had done countless interviews in her time as a journalist, but this was truly a one of a kind opportunity for her. Here she was, at the front door of Equestria's newest magical mystery—a creature from another world.
She had heard many stories and experiences regarding the "human" named Anon, but nopony in the world had gotten to sit down and interview the otherwordly creature. He was friendly and welcoming, from all she had heard, but the notion of interviewing what was quite literally an alien to the equines of this world was a daunting proposition. That, and of course, possibly messing it up.
To fumble this interview would be to fumble her name and career. She was a respected, admired, and distinguished reporter—all the reason why she was given the opportunity to interview Anon first before anypony else. Explicit permission from Canterlot royalty directly, which was graciously bestowed upon her, gave her the opportunity for the story of her life.
She sighed with frustration as her tail fidgeted behind her.
Another worrying factor was her current carnal instincts kicking into gear. Her heat had swept itself upon her with force, and it was an intense one at that. Even an estrus dampening potion had minimal effect, but it was at least enough to stop her marehood from drooling and winking with need nonstop. She had a history of being a bit off her game when it came to her heat phases, but she still managed to get through those interviews regardless.
All she had to do was bring her A game, push away any thoughts of stallions and the notion of them rutting her, and just focus. Marish instincts be damned, she could not fuck this up. If this heat and her nerves combined to make her a bumbling mess, she'd curse her own biology for the rest of her life. She was a professional, and professionals had standards.
Taking a deep breath, she brought her hoof up and knocked on Anon's door.
Lounging on his sofa, flipping through a handful of scandalous magazines, Anon smirked. Though he had been in Equestria for about two months, he had established a desire and lust for the mares of this world at a shocking rate. Their fat flanks, the way their teats would sway as they walked, and they fact that every single one of them wore nothing on their rumps—leaving their delicious holes always available for his prying eyes.
He began to unzip his pants, prepared to indulge himself in another one of his fantasies. Bat ponies with their long tongues and leathery wings, pegasi with their light weight and soft feathers, unicorns with their magical antics, and earth ponies with their endless stamina—there wasn't a single pony from a single one of the races he wouldn't fuck.
Knock! Knock!
He paused his unzipping, raising a brow as he eyed his front door. Surely he was hearing things. After all, the only guest he was meant to have was -
Knock! Knock!
"Um…hello? It's News Flash! The reporter who has an interview scheduled with you today?"
Anon's eyes went wide, as he turned his attention to the clock on his wall. 4 P.M. on the dot. Time flew by as he indulged in lust it seemed, and he had only now realized he was meant to be prepared for his first formal interview in this world.
"Y-Yeah! Hang on! One second! Just cleaning up a bit!"
He called toward the door, scrambling to shove his porno mags and lotion out of sight. Blue-balling himself was the last thing he wanted, but there was no one to blame but his own forgetfulness. His cock still ached, the heat lingering between his legs, reminding him of just how badly he needed to finish.
But now? Now he had to act like he wasn't seconds away from stroking himself dry.
However long this interview lasted, he'd be stuck like this.
Zipping his pants back up and giving a frustrated sigh, he cooled his annoyance and eyed the door. From the sound of the voice on the other side, it was certainly a mare, and he crossed his fingers that this interviewer would be an absolute cutie. Talking to mares was great, talking to adorable, fuckable ones?
Even better.
Sitting up from his couch, Anon strided towards the door. Hastily unlocking it, he found his thoughts wandering, thinking about who just may be on the other side. Was she a unicorn? Maybe an earth pony! Or perhaps she had the sleek, capable wings of a bat pony or pegasus. Deciding to get his answer, he pulled open the door and caught sight of his guest.
Bat pony.
A very cute one at that.
"Hello there!" News Flash chirped offering a hoof. "I'm News Flash! I'll be interviewing you today!"
He took her hoof, giving it a firm shake, his smirk growing.
Adorable.
Her vest hugged her frame just right, fitted perfectly against soft gray fur. A neat little tie sat around her neck, somehow making her look both professional and ridiculously kissable at the same time. The colors blended seamlessly with her coat, accentuating the tiny white sections of fur dusting her ears and face.
And the freckles.
Celestia help him, the freckles.
A smattering of them danced across her cheeks, the kind of cute detail that made a mare impossible to look away from.
Really, she was adorable.
"Anon!" he replied, beaming. "It's lovely to meet you! Please, come in!"
He caught a glimpse of something in News' eyes as she looked at him while he spoke. She seemed confident and collected, certainly containing a professional aura to her, but he could see nerves littered in the depths of those pools of green that were her eyes. He hadn't considered it until now, but he could assume being the first pony to interview him certainly seemed like it must be quite a big deal. Now, he never considered himself anyone special, but in this world, being the only human in existence probably meant something.
Watching his arm as he gestured for her to enter, News nodded. "Ah! Thank you!"
Anon watched as she trotted in, but as soon as she passed him, his thoughts turned from how cute she was to something far more lustful. His eyes lasered onto her ass, his cock immediately throbbing in his pants as he caught a glimpse of it jiggling subtly as she trotted.
Her ass was fat. He could watch those hips sway for hours, and he only just started watching them move. Immediately he began to imagine her flanks—how they'd mold under his grip, how they'd bounce with the right kind of pressure, how amazing it'd be if she just slammed it down and sat on his face.
Freckles dusted her asscheeks, a smattering of white leading down, forming a faint heart shape that practically framed the two spots he shouldn't be looking at.
And yet, he couldn't tear his gaze away.
Her ponut—plump, inviting—glowed under the soft sheen of sweat. Whether from the warmth of the afternoon or her own lingering nerves, he didn't know. Didn't care. The slick gleam only made it all the more enticing.
And beneath it…
That marehood.
Taut. Plush. A mouthwatering tease of soft, untouched perfection.
Anon swallowed thickly.
This was bad.
Yes, she was hot. Yes, she had one of the juiciest asses he'd ever seen on a mare. And yes, he wished he could focus beyond the thought of her clapping those flanks for him. But, this was business. A serious interview. He needed to focus. He needed to compose himself, needed to stop fixating on that thick, luscious, juicy—
"Um…Anon? What are you…"
His eyes went wide as News glanced back at him, an intense blush spreading across her muzzle as she followed his eyes, quickly realizing what he was staring at. Her tail swished faster, as the two stopped and remained silent for an agonizing few seconds.
Shaking his head, Anon raised his hands in defense. "S-Sorry! I was lost in thought, I wasn't staring at your - uh - flank."
"R-Right!" News stammered, clearing her throat. "Let's…get to the interview."
Unsure if he was seeing things, Anon could've sworn he spotted her pussy wink with desire. He gnawed his lip, telling him it was just his own imagination. After all, what were the odds one of the hottest ponies he'd ever seen was actually just as horny and needy as he was. As much as he'd kill to finally lay a mare, especially one of this caliber, he had to keep his expectations realistic.
Stepping before News, he motioned for her to follow, guiding her to his dining room. "The dining rooms over there, we can use the table for our chat.
News nodded, forcing an awkward smile at him. "Sounds great!" She trotted ahead of him and into the dining room. "I've got lots of questions for you!"
Though she seemed calm and collected, the facade she wore vastly contrasted her thoughts.
Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!
Very vastly.
Her mind raced as she began to trot towards the table, her thoughts dancing with a sudden surge of lust and desire.
He was checking out my flank?! I've had creatures eye it up before, but he isn't even from this world!
She tensed her jaw, knowing her marehood desired to wink, to begin drooling with need and lust.
And why did that turn me on so much? His kind don't even exist here! I mean…he does seem well built, and even if exotic to me he looks handsome…
Her marehood winked.
And he's probably packing a serious cock from that bulge I spotted in his pants…
Lust began to drip from her depths.
"Miss News?"
She froze in the middle of her trot, the sound Anon's voice snapping her out of the haze her heat had brewed within her mind. She feared turning around, praying to the stars above he wasn't eyeing her up again, even if deep down she found herself craving exactly that. Mind awash in panic, she glanced back over her shoulder.
He was staring at her.
Well, more so down at her.
Directly at her ass.
Anon flushed, his face burning as he processed what he'd just seen. It wasn't just his imagination, it had happened. The moment she turned, he had watched her marehood wink and had seen the unmistakable sheen of arousal glistening against her thighs. A silent confession, unbidden and raw. His mind scrambled for a reaction, but nothing came. No words, no clever remark. Just the image of her hurriedly flicking her tail down, a futile attempt to hide what had already been revealed.
"I - erm - I…u-uh…" News blabbered, eyes looking left and right as her ears folded back.
Anon could piece what was happening together. Albeit he was a newbie in these parts, he highly doubted News was this easy to work up. He had more than enough time to understand some of the stigmas, issues, and more that affected every day mares, and one factor almost always popped up—heat. He was no equine aficionado, not yet at least, but he could tell that was exactly what News was dealing with.
"Bit of estrus, eh?"
But he was totally going to leverage this.
News' pupils shrunk to pinprick, as she whipped her head away from him and stared at the ground, face flushed with embarrassment. "I…uh…n-no!"
"Hey, relax, relax!" Anon replied, motioning his hands downwards in a calming manner. "I may be new around here, but I know it's a natural thing you mares deal with." He shrugged, giving her a comforting smile. "Humans have their own thing like that, but it's kinda constant. If it gives you any comfort, I'll admit it, I was staring at your flank earlier."
He watched as her marehood winked at his honesty.
Bingo.
Somehow News' blush deepened, but her desires ushered her to be cheeky in response to his blunt honesty. "H-Heh! Guess we're both dealing with a bit of a headache huh?" She tried everything she could to pull herself together, his admittance having only further sent her down the gallows of desire. "I'll be sure to ask you a-about that in the interview." Fighting against the heat pooling in her belly, she took a deep breath, filling her lungs and steadying herself. She had a job to do. She wouldn't let a little, no, a lot of distraction ruin that. "Speaking of, shall we get to it?"
Anon had to admit—he was impressed. He watched her fight to pull herself together in real time, wrestling against his teasing and the undeniable pull of her own biology. Professional, poised, and absolutely burning up. Even now, with the scent of her heat clinging to the air, she was trying to keep it together. And damn, that only made him want her more. If she wanted an interview, she'd get one, but this was the closest he'd ever come to finally having a shot with a mare.
So at some point, he was going to risk it all.
Moving towards his dining room table, he pulled a seat out for News, gesturing for her to sit. "It'd be my pleasure!"
News' nerves began to calm. Even with her absurd behavior and lack of self-control, Anon seemed more than welcoming of her. Though, there was a glimpse of mischief dancing in his eyes. Still, she had no reason to complain, even if he was eyeing up her flank. Typically, she'd get only slightly flustered or even outright yell at whatever pony or creature was looking at her like she was eye candy, but she was in no position to act in such a way with Anon. She knew nothing about his kind, so if he was truthful about his species being in what seemed like an endless loop of heat, she was in no place to criticize him—especially with how she was acting.
"Thank you!" she chirped, hopping up onto the chair. "Woah, your furniture is a lot bigger than what most ponies use."
Anon pulled his own chair out, sitting across from her and smiling over. "Well, yeah, I'm a fair bit taller than you guys. Back where I'm from, this is the norm!"
"Perfect starting point then!" News exclaimed, pulling out her notepad from her vest. "So, if I may begin, let's touch upon that." She took out a pen from another pocket in her vest, gingerly holding it with a wing. "I've heard rumors and talks about your home being someplace called Earth?"
Anon leaned back in his chair. "Oh yeah, those are all true. Good ole Earth! Frankly, you ponies would hate it."
"We would?" News asked, jotting down in her notepad. "Why's that?"
Waving a hand before him, Anon grumbled. "War is a starting point."
"We've had those here too!"
"Oh…" Anon breathed, raising a brow. "Wait, really?"
News nodded. "Only a few, but yes." She raised her other wing, motioning as if she was counting with fingers as she tapped it with her hoof. "The Royal Sisters Civil War, the Resistance Against Tirek's Rise, and, most notably, the Crystal Empire War. Just to name a few."
"Huh, didn't think you cuties could even be capable of waging wars." Anon rubbed his chin. "So you guys have nukes and stuff?"
"Nukes?" News rapidly jotted down more details of the interview. "What are those?"
Anon leaned forward, smirking. "So you know that big ole sun you've got in the sky?"
"Yes."
"So imagine that, but way smaller."
News wrote down more details. "I'm following."
"Now imagine dropping a bomb that was basically that onto whatever you want, and more or less being able to absolutely level whatever your target was."
News paused her writing. "Huh?! Why would you ever need that?! That's awful!"
"Ha! Told ya! You'd hate it on earth!" He stifled another laugh, as he leaned back once more. "And that's just one part of it. The crime, taxes, yada yada yada. Even with your world running around with super powerful villains, it still seems like a utopia compared to where I'm from. Especially the area I'm from."
News resumed note taking, as she raised a brow. "Where were you from?"
"Worst place on earth, honestly kind of a cursed land."
"Really?!" News replied, excitement littering her voice. "What was it called?"
"New Jersey."
News pulled back, pursing her lips as she wrote down the name. "Doesn't sound that bad. What happened to the original Jersey?"
"Eh, we don't look into the schematics." Anon rubbed the back of his head. "I also failed history three times so, probably not the best guy in terms of the lore of a whole state, let alone planet."
"That's okay! I wasn't the best history buff back when I was in school in Manehattan myself." She flipped a page in her notepad, continuing to jot down words. "If I may ask, do you miss your world?"
Anon tapped his chin, thinking for a moment. "Eh, not really. I was a bit of a loner, so I didn't have any family or friends I was exactly close to." He eyed the room, smiling. "This place has been nicer to me than anywhere I've been on Earth. I mean, you guys gave me a whole house! By royal decree!"
"I'm glad you're feeling welcomed." News smiled at him. "Equestria is known for its values in friendship and understanding." She tapped her pen against her notepad, thinking of a question. "Is this world entirely different? Were there ponies back where you're from?"
Anon nodded. "Oh yeah, but waaaaay different. I mean, they looked absurdly worse than you guys, didn't speak, and were often kept as pets."
"P-Pets?"
Anon raised a brow, fighting back a smirk as he caught the flicker of heat in News' eyes. Bingo. That blush was back, creeping down her neck, and her wings, oh, her adorable, little wings, gave the slightest twitch, just enough to betray the direction her logic tried taking her.
"Oh yeah, pets. You see, us humans are great at taming animals." He winked at News. "But you ponies here? You're smarter, aren't gross, and are actually attractive." He put his hands behind his head, sighing as he leaned back in his seat. "To fuck a pony from my world? Absolutely gross. To fuck a pony here? Now that'd be the dream."
News stiffened, her breath catching in her throat. His words clawed their way into her mind, slithering through her thoughts, twisting them, corrupting them. A leash. A collar. A firm grip on her mane.
She bit her lip, hard.
The images were vivid, insatiable, her heat-addled brain painting scenes she'd never dared entertain before. Her tail flagged before she could stop it, her thighs pressing together as a dull throb built in her core. It wasn't just the words—it was the way he said them. The casual confidence, the way he owned the space between them, like he already knew what she was thinking. Knew what she wanted. And the worst part?
He wasn't wrong.
She tensed, her body betraying her as warmth pooled beneath her tail, slicking the seat beneath her. A subtle, musky sweetness tinged the air, creeping into the space between them. He could smell it. She knew he could. Her professionalism started to crack, splintering beneath the weight of her instincts, of the growing, inescapable need clawing at her from within.
She forced herself to stay still, to breathe evenly, to ignore the way her body begged her to shift, to move, to press against something—anything—for relief.
"I…I see!" She wrote down more notes, her wing writing far sloppier than it had been before. "Is…the difference that jarring?"
"Oh of course!" Anon exclaimed. "I mean, those horses aren't enticing at all! But you ponies? I mean first off you're way more intelligent, rivaling and oftentimes easily surpassing even myself."
"How i-interesting!" News tugged at her vest, hoping he'd not spur more thoughts in her head.
"And your asses? Fat."
She began to spiral.
"Especially yours."
She began to spiral hard.
She found herself starting to drool as she couldn't even focus on taking notes, her heat overriding all other thoughts. Everything within her told her to prioritize one thing over all else—a need to breed.
Anon knew he had her. Her leathery wings were extended fully at her sides, lust danced in her gaze, and he could outright smell her need. A delightful fragrance of light coffee mixed with vanilla, it made his cock rapidly reach full mast in his pants. This was his plan, this was his move, and with it working as well as it was, there was no reason to stop now."
"Can't lie, first thing that crossed my mind when I saw your thick flank was how badly I wanted to rail you!"
News' pen dropped to the ground, her ability to write lost as her wing had gone stiff to her side. "T-That's so…n-nice?"
She was desperately trying to fight her lust with her logic. She needed to be composed, even with how absurd Anon was acting.
"Feeling your tight pussy wringing my cock dry of every drop of cum I have."
News gnawed her lip, fidgeting in her seat. "I-Is that so?"
She was wavering, fast.
"The sight of those jiggling cheeks of yours jiggling as you ride me…"
"L-Lovely…" she groaned, eyes fluttering as her mind became almost entirely consumed with need.
She was so close to giving up the facade.
"And how you'd clean my cock off by throating it right after!"
"You…you…" she muttered, voice trailing off as she felt a wave of heat consume her.
And then she simply gave up.
"Oh buck it!" she boomed, slamming her hooves against the table. "Y-You tease!"
Anon beamed.
Hook. Line. And sinker.
His plan had reached its climax. He watched the final flicker of resistance die in her eyes, the last tattered remnants of professionalism dissolving under the weight of her need. Rationale had lost the battle, and in its place stood a mare stripped bare of pretense, flushed, trembling, and utterly at his mercy.
News puffed her cheeks out, shaking her head. "You're j-just messing with me! Trying to get me all worked up! Making me want your cock!"
"And it's working, isn't it?" Anon cooly replied.
News huffed. Professionalism be damned, he clearly wanted this, and, at this point, she needed this.
"Y-Yes…" she grumbled, averting her gaze as her cheeks were crimson.
Anon licked his lips. "No need to be shy," he murmured, his voice dripping with amusement. "I'm sure we can keep some of this interview… off the record." He leaned in, his grin turning wicked. "Especially the more thorough details~"
News' heart skipped a beat, as she recoiled and felt her marehood seize upon itself. The way he smiled at her, his nonchalance, and the utter bravado to be so bold had struck her core like a gong. He didn't care at all about this turn of events, more so indulging in it rather than being taken aback.
If he wanted to play this game, then fine—she was done holding back.
Her flustered look melted away, replaced by something slower, darker, something hungry. Fuck it. She needed relief, and he clearly wanted her ass. This wasn't an interview anymore. This was an opportunity. A once-in-history, first-of-its-kind hookup with the only human in existence.
Honestly, it made the situation even hotter for her.
"And how thorough are we talking?" she cooed, leaning forward to match his energy. "Seems you've been thinking about that this entire time, huh?"
Anon hadn't expected her to flip the script so fast. One second, she was a flustered mess, pinned beneath his teasing, and the next? A smoldering temptress, completely unraveled yet utterly in control. The shift sent a jolt of heat through him, his pulse quickening. She wasn't just some desperate mare caught in the throes of estrus, no, she was playing him now, matching his energy beat for beat. And fuck, did that make his blood run hot.
And he knew he was going to fuck that smug look of hers into a drooling mess.
She could try and play his cards against him, try and make him the flustered one, but that was his schtick in their quickly forging lustful dynamic. He was going to be in control, he was going to rock her world, and he was going to get her back for throwing him off.
Grabbing her vest, earning a surprised gasp from News as he broke her confidence, he tugged her towards him with ease and pulled her into a kiss. His lips met hers, an electrifying bliss filling him as he kissed his first mare, driving him to act further. He pushed his tongue out, forcing entry into her mouth, and earning a moan from her.
He dueled her tongue, as she quickly returned the embrace, pressing her muzzle into his face as their kiss intensified with every beat of their hearts. Eventually, he found himself moaning too, reaching around to stroke her coat as she wrapped his wings around his shoulders. This was happening. He had an absolutely stunning mare reciprocating his lust in perfect tandem.
His tongue finally won their battle, as he lavished in his victory. He trailed it along her teeth, shivering with excitement as he grazed his tongue against her fangs, the exotic thrill of it all making neurons in his brain fire off. They pressed into each other, breathing deepening as they exhaled sharply through their noses.
Finally, seemingly through an unspoken connection they had suddenly formed, they both pulled away from one another in sync. A thin line of saliva connected their lips, as they both panted and stared into one another's eyes. It was such a sudden rise in tension, such a jarring revelation they both had undergone, but they had no time to bask in it as News reached out and tugged him closer by his shirt.
"Your bedroom." She stared into his eyes, pure lust flooding her gaze. "Now."
Anon's heart fluttered as he looked back at her, not needing to be told twice. Standing up, he hurriedly began to make his way to his home's stairs, glancing back to see News eagerly trailing behind. The two of them hurriedly made their way up, like two teens on prom night. He threw open his bedroom door, already beginning to strip off his shirt.
"Hey - tch…damn shirt - you gonna take off that vest of yours or what?" he grunted, wiggling his head out of his shirt's grasp and tossing it aside.
News had been beelining for his bed but paused her trot at his question. "M-My vest?"
"Uh…yeah?" Anon bluntly replied. "You guys are always naked anyways. And humans do it naked. Why would you keep it on?"
News' shy, flushed demeanor returned, as she gnawed her lip. "It's just…taking this off…with somepony else around is…"
"News I'm about to fuck you senseless," Anon retorted, unamused. He began unzipping his pants, eager to get the action going. "The heck's the big deal with taking off a vest? Don't tell me you keep it on every single time you have sex."
Pressing her hoof against the floor and grinding it against it, News averted her gaze. "Maybe…"
Anon paused his stripping, raising a brow at her. "You're kidding."
"Okay yes I've never taken it off before!" News blurted out, clenching her eyes shut. "P-Ponies wearing clothes in bed is more lewd anyways!"
Anon pointed an accusatory finger at her. "Oh you've totally got a weird vest stripping kink don't you."
"N-No!" News exclaimed. "It's just…I feel…v-vulnerable without it!"
Snickering at her response, Anon looked her over. For a brief moment, his lewd thoughts faded as he savored just how cute this bat pony was. Her blush, her demeanor, and more—it was all charming beyond belief. Truth be told, after their inevitable rut, he'd love to actually get to know News Flash better.
"Listen, News. We're gonna have a good time, you're gonna get that heat quenched, but you're gonna have to take that vest off." He unzipped his pants, pulling them down and leaving him only in his underwear. "By the way, you're terrible at keeping your lustful temptress schtick up."
Stomping a hoof on the ground, News flapped her wings at her sides as her embarrassment reached a new high. "S-Shut up!" She scrunched her muzzle. "You're such a…such a dork! Teasing me, tempting me, and…agh!"
"Ideally, we'll be adding fucking you to that list." He gave her a mischievous grin. "If that vest comes off."
News inhaled sharply, looking down at her precious attire. "You…you're really gonna make me?"
"If it means you'll act this adorable for at least a bit of foreplay, then absolutely."
Sighing, News reached a wing up at Anon. "F-Fine! But don't look!"
"Really? You're acting like a girl showing off her tits for the first time!" Anon teased.
News puffed her cheeks, frowning at him. "Why would they act like this? Every mare is fine flaunting their teats to their partner…"
"Partner, eh? Maybe I'll take you up on that notion once I get to know you better." Anon lavished in her shocked face of overwhelming embarrassment. "Y'know, after I watch you take that vest off."
News rolled her eyes, placing her wings over her vest. "S-Seriously? You're a perv!"
"You strut around town with that fat ass on full display every damn day, and now I'm the perv because I wanna watch you take off a vest?" Anon scoffed, wagging a finger at her. "Your world's sense of modesty is all kinds of backwards." He leaned back, grinning. "Now, go on. Give me the show, this is the closest thing to a striptease I'll be getting for a while."
News grimaced, sighing in defeat. "Fine…"
With slow, deliberate movements, she began unbuttoning her vest, her hooves trembling slightly at each pop of fabric. She hesitated before each button, flicking her gaze up to Anon, cheeks burning brighter with every inch of fur she exposed.
If Anon didn't know better, he'd think she was hiding something scandalous under there. But no, this was just pure, unfiltered modesty.
Still, rather than a more lustful view, her stripping off her vest and tie gave him a more charming one. A long stretch of white coat covered her chest, going down and towards her belly, more than likely leading to that heart shaped white section of her rump. Albeit not lewd at all, her reaction and the flushed, mortified look on her face let him know just how overwhelmed she was at doing such an act.
Slipping her vest off her body, News was finally completely revealed, which meant, ultimately, that she was "dressed" like 99% of other ponies—completely in the buff.
"T-There! Happy?"
Anon put on an exaggerated, lustful look. "Ooooh~ I might just cum from seeing all that tantalizing chest fluff you just revealed! The boldness! The debauchery! That vest concealed the sight of something that'd make the most abstinent of ponies question their stances!"
Finally, News' embarrassment faded, as she giggled at his remark. "You're a bigger dork than I could've ever imagined!"
"Well, hey!" Anon gripped his underwear, pulling them down and revealing his hardened cock. "This dork's gonna give you the D!"
News' eyes went wide at the sight of his manhood, her smirk shifting to a slack jaw as she immediately drooled from both ends at the sight of it. Her tail twitched, flagging itself fully as she drank in the view, her pupils dilating as she gawked at it.
"I take it that means you like what you see?" he cooed.
Nodding, News licked her lips. "You're huge. Most stallions would dream of packing that!"
"Really?" Anon looked down at his member, flexing it with pride. "I mean, it definitely got way bigger when I arrived here, but being told I'm hung as a horse by a mare is certainly a welcome compliment."
Swaying her hips behind her, News Flash gnawed her hip. "I need that cock…" She subconsciously stepped forward, intent on shoving her muzzle against that dick and breathing in his scent. "Please…give me - huh?!"
A firm finger pressed against her snoot halted her approach, as Anon tutted. "A-ta-ta! If you recall, I mentioned you cleaning my cock after I fuck you senseless. You can sniff and slurp Anon Jr. as much as you like after I fill that womb of yours."
News giggled, stepping back with a playful flick of her tail. "Guess I got a little carried away." She bit her lip, giving her hips a slow roll. "This heat is ruthless…" Then, with a teasing smirk, she tilted her head. "But seriously? 'Anon Jr.'? That's what you're calling it?"
Placing his hands on his hips, Anon leaned forward. "I'll have you know Anon Jr. and I have been through a lot together, and I won't stand for any disrespect placed on his name!"
The two paused, faces straining before they both belted out a laugh. The tension that had filled the air was gradually growing more relaxed, more natural, and more genuine as their emotions began to blossom. Albeit brief, the two were hastily gaining an understanding of one another, and that only made what was going to occur next all the better.
"Fine, fine," News began, glancing back at the bed. "So…if Mr. Big Shot and - snnrk - 'Anon Jr.' wanna run the show, so be it. How're you gonna quell my heat, big guy?~"
Anon smiled back at her, pointing to the bed. "Get up on the bed and lay on your back. Spread those legs and show me your goods."
"Yes sir~" News purred, pressing her muzzle against his nose.
It was Anon's turn to blush from her gesture, the color only deepening as News turned. With her tail flagged, he got an eyeful of her drooling pussy and every wanton wink it made. She put a sway in her steps, a sultry motion that called attention to her figure, each step measured with intent, and each one putting a bit of bounce in her booty.
News gave a playful flick of her tail as she hopped onto the bed, using a quick flap of her wings for extra lift. She giggled, catching his awestruck stare, before rolling onto her back with deliberate slowness. Her legs spread, her forehooves tucking near her chest in a pose that was nothing short of inviting—her plush thighs parting, her dripping heat now completely bared for him.
"Well, I'm waiting~"
Anon swallowed hard, dragging his eyes up and down the sinful display before him. Shaking off his flustered haze, he climbed onto the bed, kneeling between her spread thighs. His eyes roamed lower, and though he had already taken in her slick, winking invitation, something else now had his full attention.
Her tits.
Ample, heavy, perfectly plush, their placement still foreign to him, yet undeniably arousing. His fingers twitched with the urge to touch, to knead, to claim.
He reached out, his palms sinking into the supple softness of her tits. They were warm, impossibly plush, yielding beneath his fingers as he kneaded them, testing their weight. A breathy squeak slipped from News' lips, her thighs twitching, eyes fluttering shut as pleasure rippled through her.
"I don't need to be an expert to say you've got a pretty impressive set of teats, do I?"
He danced his fingertips over one of her nipples, brushing against it ever so lightly yet rough enough to earn a groan from News.
"Nnnggh…" News breathed, cracking open an eye. "S-So I've been told…" She stuck her tongue out at him. "Don't k-know if stallions are looking at them or my ass when I - mmmph - catch them staring."
Anon shifted himself, laying down on his belly as he hovered his mouth close to her rack. "With how much you've got back there, and how much you've got right here, I'd argue it's usually both." He brought his lips closer to one of her teats. "May I?~"
"Please do~" News purred, shfiting her hips slightly as she settled into the pillows. Her wings twitched at her sides, her chest rising and falling with each eager breath.
The moment the words left her lips, Anon moved in, his mouth finding the warmth of her waiting flesh. His lips sealed over one of her plump teats, his fingers sinking into the other, kneading her. He dragged his tongue in slow circles over her nipple, feeling her shudder beneath him, her thighs twitching with every flick.
Then, giving into his hunger, he wrapped his lips fully around her sensitive bud and sucked, drawing a deep, trembling moan from her throat.
A flurry of groans exited News as he sucked her teat, intensifying each time his hand taunted her other one. He danced his tongue around the sensitive bud, occasionally rotating his focus to the other tit, using his other hand to satisfy the one he had since abandoned.
The adorable squeaks and moans News released encouraged him immensely. The notion that he was bringing delight to such a lovely mare filled him with a sense of pride. He wasn't going to half-ass this. She was his first lay, and he wanted to let her feel how appreciative he was.
Pulling away from her teat, placing a parting kiss on her nipple, he licked his lips. "Wish you had some milk coming out of ya~"
"Hehe, maybe in the far future, though you'll need to knock me up for that when it comes~" News teased.
Anon raised a brow, his smirk widening. "Thinking about the future eh?" He caught News blush, chuckling. "I suppose we're hitting it off quite well. An hour into knowing me and I've got you spread out on my bed after all."
"I..I didn't mean…" News harrumphed, averting her gaze. "Sure…maybe…"
Anon kissed her belly, slowly beginning to move back down, passing her crotchtits. "Ooooh? Is that a dating proposition I'm hearing?"
Crimson once again claimed the majority of News' face. "I said maybe okay! You - aaaahn!"
Her retort was cut off by a guttural groan escaping her lips, as Anon had found his target and struck. His tongue dove into her marehood, caressing and teasing her walls with fury. He lavished her cunt, munching her muff with a carnal fury even he didn't know he had. Her marehood, in the few moments he had been indulging in it, had already surpassed any human woman's pussy he had eaten out in the past.
It all came down to the taste. He had gotten a sample of the scent of her lust before, something that was far more intense as he was actively eating her out, but what he hadn't expected was the flavor of her juices to be so similar to it, and even more intense. The tang she offered was akin to light French vanilla coffee, sweet, savory, and with the faintest hints of caramel. It was a dance of joy for his palate, sending his taste buds alight with delight.
He continued to fondle her teats with his hands, feeling her writhing with pleasure as he smothered his face in her cunt. Her taste was addictive, something he'd never want to forget, and he prayed the proposal of future endeavors with her would lead to this scenario countless more times in the future.
News let out a long, pleasurable moan, fighting back the temptation to wrap her hind legs around his head and pulling his face against her further. She panted with delight. Every lick of his tongue, squeeze of her tits, and groan from her lips made News feel ecstatic.
"W-Wow you're good at this…" she mumbled, basking in her pleasure. "Your tongue, your hands, your t-technique! It's all so - nnngh - incredible!"
Pulling his face away from her groin, Anon gave her a wink. "I'm here to please, Newsie~"
News' eyes went wide, as she covered her face with her hooves, hiding behind them. "O-Oh Celestia don't c-call me that!"
"Why's that?" Anon inquiried, halting himself from diving into her cunt again.
Pulling down her hooves a bit, peeking out at him from behind them, she looked off to the side. "It…made me feel…warm and fuzzy…"
"Dawww~ Looks like I've got a swooner!" he playfully teased.
News hid behind her hooves again, trying to pull her wings over her face too. "S-Shut up!"
Watching her marehood wink again, Anon raised a brow. "I can make something else feel really warm y'know, Newsie." He grabbed her hips, pulling her closer and slapping his cock against her lower lips. "That womb needs cum, Newsie."
News smothered her face further behind her hooves, eeee'ing in a mixture of delight and desire. "C-Cut it out!" She pulled her hooves down, showing her overwhelmed expression. "I swear I'm usually not this easy to fluster! It's just…just this heat! And y-you!" She eyed him again, glancing down at his cock. "And…sweet Celestia please just slam it into me already…"
Anon mockingly gestured as if he was bowing. "Yes madam!"
Her giggle was all the permission Anon needed to continue. Positioning himself over her, he slammed his hands beside her head on each side. Opting to tease her just a bit more, he ground his cock against her slit, feeling it winking each time his tip threatened to enter.
Leaning over, he cupped her chin, forcing her to look at him. He dove forward, catching her off-guard as he kissed her. Her eyes fluttered, taking a moment for her to adjust to his embrace, but right as she was about to, he drove is cock into her depths full force.
News' eyes went wide, her entire body tensed, and Anon felt a deep guttural moan vibrate through his mouth as she screamed in delight. He had to control himself, the taut, angel's caress of her pussy's walls tempting him to rail her with reckless abandon. He pressed deeper into his kiss with News, completely dominating her on both ends as he began to thrust.
Over and over again, he plunged into her depths, his pace and force increasing by the slightest of margins each time. He kissed her with more intensity, her long, slithering bat pony tongue wrapping around his as he explored her mouth once again. Her moans deepened, muffled in his mouth every time he slammed into her.
He pulled his lips away from hers, leaning back and grasping her hips as he upped his tempo significantly. Her body lurched forward each time he thrusted, her tits bounced, and her eyes rolled back as her tongue lolled out of her mouth. She was a quivering mess beneath him, as he quickly started to reach an all out pace, having gone from gently rutting her to claiming her with reckless abandon. Her pussy clenched down on him, coaxing pleasure from every nerve in his impressive cock. He could feel the intensity of her desire, intent on wringing him dry for every drop of cum he'd inevitably unload into her greedily awaiting womb.
"O-Oh fuck!" News yelled, twitching beneath him as she was being thrust into a sea of pleasure. "Don't you dare fucking stop!!!"
Hearing such an adorable mare curse in such a visceral manner unlocked something bestial within Anon's core. Acting on pure instinct, needing to flood this mare with his essence, he grabbed her hind legs. Shifting himself and her, she folded her over herself, locking her into a mating press, and, knowing he was teetering on the edge, and feeling that she was too, he went all out with everything he had.
"NNNNNGH! FUCK! YES! YES! GIVE IT TO ME!!! EEEEEEE!!!"
News screamed with intense pleasure, writhing in sheer ecstasy beneath Anon. She was having her mind blown, her concept of pleasure reaching new bounds as she was getting the rut of her life, not from a pony, but a human.
Their bodies grew slick with sweat, their breaths got more and more labored, and their passion was reaching its peak. Their moans deepend, the room reeked with the scent of sex, and they had been thrust into a realm of ecstasy unknown to them in a whim—an interview turned intercourse, and by the stars were they equally loving it.
Still, with rising passion meant declining stamina, and they both were showing clear indications of their climaxes encroaching. The tremble in News' body, the flaring of Anon's cock, the way their moans turned to the occasional gasp, both trying to stave off their orgasms for the others enjoyment, yet all things had their limits.
"N-News…I'm gonna…"
"Inside! Every last drop!"
The wailing demand News made sundered the final reserves of Anon's stamina. Bracing himself fiercely, he slammed into her with every ounce of force he had. His cock hilted in her depths, his tip kissed her womb, and he held his position for one final breath.
And then he let loose.
With a roar of passion, Anon's climax struck. His balls churned with seed, pumping his cock full of cum as he deposited rope after rope of warm, filling essence into News' vulnerable and awaiting womb. The journalist's sacred chamber stood absolutely no chance, bathed and flooded in spunk within moments, excess seed gushing out and painting the entirety of News' inner walls white.
Her pussy wrung him dry, spasming and writhing as it clenched down on his length with carnal intent. It was determined to earn every bit of essence possible from him, coaxing his body to pump everything it had into her, to flood her to the brim and beyond, and exactly that was occurring.
Both basked in their climaxes, moans reaching a turning point as their voices reached new decibels, ecstatic cries of bliss from each mixing with one another to create a celebratory chorus of their finales. Both couldn't comprehend the thrill they were feeling, cast to the edges of conceivable delight as they wavered in and out of consciousness. It was raw, pure, and incontestable.
For one? News first mare he's ever fucked. The other? She was the first pony to be filled to the brim by a human. And for both? This moment right here was home to the most amazing, satisfying, and pleasurable climaxes of their lives. It wasn't even close. Every little element of the exchange just elevated it beyond comparison. The suddenness of their rut, the exotic allure of such foreign creatures joining in passion, and their mutual ability to perform in bed far beyond the average.
Their moans began to calm, the sounds of pleasure morphing into exasperated gasps as they both snapped out of their delirium and caught their breath. They shuddered, visions blurry as their bodies recovered from departing from the brink of sanity, thoughts awash in simply how incredible the entire experience was.
News legs shook intensely, and if she had tried to stand, she'd have collapsed to the ground below. Anon was left to be the one to act, slowly shifting his hips as he slid his cock out of her depths, a flowing stream of cum pooling out of her as he escaped her marehood's iron grip. Like a foal taking its first steps, he slowly and weakly began to crawl up the bed, collapsing into a satisfied heap beside News.
He rolled over, laying next to her as he wrapped his arm around her shoulder, tugging her closer to him. She hummed with delight, shifting onto her side, pressing against him as she nuzzled his chest. Their afterglow was a wave of relief and delight unlike any they had known, as they snuggled even closer, both taking their time to gather their bearings and take in what had just occurred.
"So…haaa…was I good?" Anon breathed, looking down at her.
Chuckling to herself, News rested her chin on his chest as she stared into his eyes. "The best."
"Just to be sure, I didn't knock you up just now, did I?" he asked.
News shook her head. "Nah. You'd need a potion to do that. But don't give me ideas~"
"Bold, cute, and a tease," Anon retorted. "You really are the whole package." He wagged a finger at her. "Don't tempt me! Seeing you pregnant would be the hottest thing."
Shrugging, News planted a kiss on his chest. "Maybe down the line, big guy."
Anon reached up to her head, gently scratching her behind the ear. She cooed with delight, nuzzling his chest further as he pet her, her tail wagging with satisfaction, routinely thumping against the mattress.
"Hehe, that's a mighty big offer," Anon replied, scruffing her mane. "So…how about we finish that interview?"
Raising a brow, News stuck her tongue out at him. "Only if I get to keep the juiciest details to myself~"
They both giggled, appreciating each others company and the pleasure they had brought each other, though, News eyes slowly began to drift down, eyeing his manhood. She gnawed her lip, wings fidgeting at her sides.
"Can I please huff and throat your cock first though."
Anon fought back a laugh.
"Be my guest~"
Flipping through the Canterlot Times, Anon smiled. A picture of him and News Flash was at the top of the page, and below it, a thoroughly written, detailed, and expertly crafted article titled "A Human In Equestria: A News Flash Exclusive" was laid out. He had to admit, News definitely was a damn good reporter, and this article showed exactly that. She had painted him in an amazing light, left out the spicy details of their encounter, and likely would help tear down any hesitations ponies may have had about him.
Of course, News was keeping in touch.
He put down the newspaper, greeting himself with the view before him. Eagerly bouncing her flank on his cock, slamming down with enough vigor to make her cheeks ripple, yet her tempo only increased. Her marehood clenched down on his dick each time she bounced, coaxing pleasure from every nerve he had to offer.
"S-So! How is it?" she stammered, tongue lolling out as she thrust herself down especially hard.
Grunting with pleasure, Anon gave her a firm smack on the ass. "It's perfect, just like you." He tore his gaze off her perfect flank, surveying the room they were in. "Bit scandalous to be riding my cock in your office, don't you think?"
"How else was I - nnngh - meant to let you read the article early?" News groaned, voicing on his manhood even faster. "Plus," she slammed down especially hard, rubbing her flanks against his thighs as her marehood gripped down fiercely. "From how hard 'Anon Jr' is right now, I'd say you're finding this hot~"
Raising a brow and chuckling, Anon struck her flank once again. "Oh come on, anything with you is hot, Newsie." He smirked as the groan News released from his strike turned to an embarrassed 'eep'. "I'm just glad nopony is around."
"I'm glad I'm able to take more of this perfect cock~" News retorted, resuming her motions as she bounced at a perfect pace.
Feigning offense, Anon pressed a hand to his chest. "And here I thought you wanted to spend more time with me!"
"That's a given, you idiot," News replied, rolling her eyes. "Milking you dry is just a nice bonus~"
Leaning back in his seat, Anon sighed. It had been about a month since he met News at this point, and their relationship had taken off. Meeting as often as they could, fucking whenever possible, and mostly just enjoying each others company—things had been going really well. The notion that they were dating had crossed his mind a few times, but nothing had officially been declared. So far, he at least knew they were now very close friends.
But he wanted an answer.
"So…if you could pause the dick riding for just a sec…"
News slowed her motions, looking back at him once again. "Okay…? What's up?"
"Are we a thing, or what?"
News' eyes went wide. "Oh!" Though, her expression soon shifted to a sultry one. "About time you asked~"
Anon watched as she extended a wing, picking up her saddlebag with it. She brought it to her, keeping it out of his view as she pulled some items out of it. Glancing back at him, she wore a mischievous grin, before presenting a leash and collar to him.
"Show me you can treat me like your pet in bed, and you'll definitely qualify to be my special somepony."
His heart skipped a beat, realizing the way his pet remark worked her up when they first met wasn't just a coincidence. This mare was kinkier than he thought. As she tossed her saddlebag back at him, his eyes went wide as the glint of a glass within it caught his attention. Reaching in, he pulled out a potion.
It read 'Compatibility Brew'. His curiosity led him to read over the label, quickly realizing that this would allow him to pump any more he rutted full of foals. It made breeding possible, and they wouldn't be half-pony, half-human freaks like he'd feared!
"What's…this for…?" he mumbled, looking up at News.
Beginning to resume her riding, slamming her ass down onto him over and over again, knowing full well he was gawking at her jiggling asscheeks, News grunted with delight. Her walls clung down on him harder, her breathing grew more ragged, and her expression all the more sultry, as she merely smirked.
"That's for if you do really well."