A First Time For Everything - Burning Up On Entry
A lump had formed in Ripper's throat and he quickly swallowed it down, cheeks flushing with enough blood to make his white stripes appear pink and his black almost appear a bruised purple. As the dress folded in on itself and landed in a neat silky lake on the floor he quickly realised that Cyrillia was not only undressing before him, but she was also now completely stark naked.
He gave a short, embarrassed "hmph" and lowered his gaze quickly, watching the dress as her hooves stepped out of the pool of fabric and shuffled ever closer to him. Now they were offering a mirror image of his own hooves, if perhaps a little smaller, daintier and topped with silvery grey rather than striped fur. As she stepped closer, Ripper could feel Cyrillia's body heat through his jumpsuit, even felt the slight squish of her pert and fair-sized breasts against his chest and the ever so slight grind of his bulging crotch against her silky form making him whicker quietly and fold his ears back out of shame.
"Aww now, what's got you down stripes? Don't like what you see? I think some part of you would disagree..." She giggled and pressed closer, subtly rolling her hips and letting out a breathy moan as she felt him throb against her coat even through the jumpsuit. Cyrillia draped her arms round his waist and drew them upwards, placing her hands on his shoulder blades and pulling him in just a little more against her frame. He rumbled and flicked an ear, gently returning the gesture by loosely placing his hands against her hips and holding her steady as he flicked his gaze upward to not seem disrespectful, blue and hazel eyes meeting again.
"N-no, please don't think that. I just... never had a lady...you know... get this close before." He felt that persistent blush renew as she giggled. He tried to tilt his head away out of shyness but she whipped one of her arms back and took his chin in the palm of her hand, gently holding his muzzle there and turning it back so their noses were very almost touching.
"You mean you're a lady virgin? Well...I guess I'll just have to be extra careful with you then. Wouldn't want to break that fragile stallion ego." Her eyes flashed that delightful mix of cheeky lust again as she leaned in, keeping eye contact whilst her lips connected and kissed his own. It was as if something just snapped inside the zebra, he groaned and slid his eyes shut, feeling like a weight had been taken off his shoulders with a rush of endorphins coursing through his system, bulge straining harder against his overalls as his mouth opened and kissed against her own silky muzzle.
Tongues entwined, grips tightened and a feminine leg hiked up against his pelvis. Ripper steadied her in that position as they kissed, hands instinctively reaching down to support her rump and give a firm yet tender squeeze, coaxing out the most delightful of moans from her throat as she ground into him. They traded saliva, flavoured with the remnants of exotic spices from their earlier meals causing them to deepen their kiss in a further attempt to savour the evening.
Then, a slight huff from her nose and she pulled away, panting softly with her cheeks flushed and that hungry, fiery look in her eyes which glanced towards the zebra's bedroom. He just stood there, bewildered but wanting more. The zebra's face conveying his surprise from the sudden kiss, but his eyes followed hers and he nodded once in acknowledgement, feeling empowered enough to grin and squeeze her rump again like the cocky colt she now was drawing out from the inside of his persona.
She placed a hand on his chest and he let out a low whicker, leaning his striped muzzle in for another smooch to the lips which Cyrillia gladly accepted. She slid her hand up and tugged on the zip at his collar keeping his jumpsuit together, pulling it all the way down to where it stopped just shy of his pubic triangle, thick black pubic fur just about poking out from a treasure trail starting at his navel and coursing like a river down through a dense jungle towards her goal. Her Mayan temple of the evening.
Ripper grinned and shrugged off the suit in a similar fashion as Cyrillia had done with her luxurious dress, defined male body and fine, thin-haired, dazzling stripes being revealed. She watched, biting her lip and flagging her tail slowly with each passing inch that came into view before her eyes locked on his bush and the prize nestled within. His black, leathery and oddly shimmering sheath with the head of his cock just starting to ease into view and spill forth. It was Cyrillia's turn to swallow, stifling the needy whimper that tried to make its way from her throat as her vaginal muscles visibly clenched through her skin in excitement.
"Oh my... such a handsome, exotic stud." She offered, fluttering her eyelids and seeming quite hushed and shy now, her behaviour changing as their courtship progressed to assume a more... receptive...role.
"Such a pretty, graceful mare." He returned politely, leaving his suit in a heap and stepping towards her, taking the mare round the waist and starting to gently guide her towards his bedroom as he kissed at the nape of her neck, drawing forth little gasps and shivers against his side.
"Allow me to show you the best view of the station, my dear." By now his equine length had dropped completely from its sheath and jiggled oh so obscenely as they walked, tapping those striped thighs lightly in a faint rhythm. Cyrillia let out an audible grunt as she caught sight of it flopping about, taking hold of his arm and letting herself be guided towards the darkened bedchamber.
"I think I've already seen it." She whispered, just loud enough for his ears to hear the new needy whimper that followed soon after. He blushed shyly and folded his ears back in modesty, never had anyone praised him like that, let alone a woman he met just a few hours ago.
As they entered the room together Ripper paused, feeling for the light switch and pressing one of the few that were present. Instead of the room being flooded with light, the skirting board and edge of the ceiling started to very gently glow and cycle through the visible colour spectrum in a slow change that one would almost barely notice unless paying attention, his white stripes shifting with the colours. It kept the darkness, but offered enough light and atmosphere to enjoy.
Cyrillia carefully stepped forward, feeling the double bedsheets as if testing their quality and taking the bittersweet, hormonal scent of mare arousal with her, Ripper's nose twitching desperately trying to keep it present in his senses. She paused, smiled, then turned her attention back to the zebra watching her curves as she moved.
Keeping eye contact she slid herself backwards onto the bed and towards the middle, then laid on her side and gave him the traditional 'come hither' bedroom look, the kind irresistible to any interested male. If his eyes strayed they would catch the slight twitching of her skin with her heartbeat and of her nether lips begging for attention. He paused, taking in the view and breath hitching at just how... truly pretty she looked...there weren't enough words to describe it, none that he could think of anyway. Smoking hot, but with an obvious tenderness and look of delicacy like a tulip.
"You've really never had a mare here before? Such a handsome stud like you I would've thought you'd have all kinds of girls clamouring for you." She looked at the bedsheets as if there might be some proof of the zebra having lied to her. Shaking his head, he made his way over and slid onto the bed, laying on his side next to her and pressing his nose against her neck, taking in a short huff of her scent and whickering as one of her palms caressed his chest and stomach.
"Honest, never."
"Well then... I'm flattered to be your first... now let me pay you back for all your kindness this evening."
Then his eyes widened and he felt himself melt again, her soft hand having subtly trailed its way down his stomach, crotch and to the base of his sheath. Cyrillia starting to slide it up the now firm shaft of raw, hot zebracock. He throbbed, hard, a pulse of blood into his shaft and suddenly it turned from just about erect to being primed and ready in a heartbeat. Yet she kept feeling, running her hand along the underside, circling the rim of his flare with her deft fingers and then stroking it all the way back down, then repeating the motion in reverse.
In response, Ripper gave out a moan as his body quivered. Hips started to gently grind into that rubbing whilst his muzzle began kissing and nibbling at the crook of her neck, his own hands roamed her stomach and breasts, groping and squeezing while they teased each other. With hormones and tension rising, their actions became more and more desperate, each pass letting them be more involved with each other's bodies. Ripper leaned his muzzle up and swung his leg over top of hers, shifting once he'd moved so he knelt between her legs, leaning down over Cyrillia's body and writhing with her as they kissed, groped, stroked and ground into one another.
"Oh god...Ripper...ooooh...oh god yesss."
Her legs slowly parted, wrapped round his hips and pulled them closer to her, his flare rubbing her thighs, pubic mound, leaving a light trail of leaking stallion precum over her fur that shone in the changing light. The soft, thin flesh of his sack ground against her moistened labia. Rumbling lowly, he nipped at her neck playfully, drawing forth a gasp of pain then a breath of pleasure as he licked and kissed the site to soothe the minor damage. Then as suddenly as they had started making out so passionately, they both stopped. Nose was brought to nose, eye to eye and with a slight shift of hips, flare to labia. Ripper huffed, still not really believing that this was all happening and yet the twitching of his now slickened, aching shaft very much told him otherwise.
She sensed his apprehension and gave her now signature warm, welcoming smile again. Cyrillia pecked him on the nose sweetly, then pulled his head down so it nestled nicely against her breasts. She started to gently pull with her lower legs and hooves, tugging his hips down and bringing his tip closer in, firmer and firmer it pressed and started to slip so agonisingly slowly into her oestrus-like snatch.
They both quivered, moaning in unison as his shaft finally slipped inside, flesh rubbing slick flesh as his flare made its way inside her nethers all the way down, so agonisingly slowly as they savoured the feeling, neither wanting to unleash the passion too early. Things were only just getting started. Their union completed as he naturally ground to a halt balls deep in her clenching marehood. A perfect match, like a hand fits a glove. Huffing from the rush of pleasure, Cyrillia tilted his head up and whimpered, almost a begging tone to her next words.
"Fuck me...and don't you _dare_do it quickly...".