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As much as Garnet was still coming to terms with her own changes, she was delightfully surprised to see that Piebald was taking more initiative than he ever had before; such an erotic interlude was just what he needed to find some new motivation in life, so it seemed.

"If you keep p-pressing like that...I...I'm probably gonna pee again just from the pressure, you know..."

Changed as she was, one thing about Garnet remained the same, and her appreciation from the warm, golden juices that had spilled from her sex remained alive as well, perhaps even greater than it was before she'd finished her transformation.

That Piebald was so willing to play along was a beautiful thing, as far as she was concerned, but he wanted to make it clear that he wasn't just playing along with her.

He was every bit as interested in making a mess as she was, but he'd come to appreciate how much this was a profound moment for Garnet...and he didn't want to take the focus off of her.

"You sure about that? I know you used to be a lot more talented at holding it in than that," he reminded her. "I don't suppose that part of you has changed, as well?"

It was entirely possible that her bladder had changed, and even shrunk in her new form, but Garnet was just starting to discover the differences between her new body and the old one that she held, as Gargath.

If there was a greater sensitivity in her bladder, she didn't consider that to be a problem in the least, but she didn't want to make things too easy on Piebald: the harder he had to work to make her spring a leak a second time, the more fun they would have on the way to making that mess.

Without saying so, he made it clear that he shared her sentiment...but fetching her a large bottle of water from the kitchen would get the point across just as well, as far as he was concerned.

"Still can't really be sure what has and hasn't changed...I mean, other than the obvious," Garnet paused for a sip from the water bottle, but the ever playful Piebald tipped the bottom end, forcing her to spill a little extra over the bottom of her chin, mimicking the mess he hoped to see upon her neck and breasts later on. "...Jerk..."

"You know you love me," Piebald teased. "And I know that you love holding it in for as long as you can, unless that part of your personality was left behind?"

"Sure doesn't seem like it," Garnet confessed. "To be completely honest, I...I don't think I've ever wanted to pee myself so badly..."

Piebald was surprised that Garnet was being so forthright with that information, but he was delighted all the same, and in his own paws, he was tilting back a water bottle, intent on joining her in the act when the time was right.

"If that's the case...why don't we take it a little slower?" Piebald suggested. "Really spend the day getting to know the new you; the real you, and enjoy ourselves a bit while we're at it?"

"Pretty sure we were already doing that earlier," Garnet teased. "But if I'm wrong, I'd love to know what you think enjoying ourselves is?"

After the romp that started their afternoon, Garnet wasn't sure how the day could go up from there, but she continued chugging from the water bottle, eager to prepare another mess as quickly as she could.

She knew that Piebald had something in mind, and given his respect to her limits thus far, she didn't think she had anything much to worry about; the mess that was sure to come sooner or later wasn't the kind of thing worth worrying over when she was looking forward to it so eagerly.

"More of the same is always good, right?" Piebald answered vaguely. "I don't know all of the ins and outs of your new body any better than you do, but I'm happy to stay by your side and learn...and maybe some of that will have to come in the form of a review."

"A review?"

"If your personality is mostly intact, you're probably still into the idea of seeing which one of us can hold out the longest," Piebald theorized. "And I bet you're dying to find out how different that feels, now that you're in a new body."

The inner workings of male and female anatomy did have plenty of similarities, but Garnet was already becoming familiar with some of the greatest differences.

The one similarity they shared was a quickly growing pressure at the edges of their bladders, as they raced toward the bottom of a pair of oversized containers...and as Piebald's cock twitched awake with renewed vigor, Garnet's womanhood continued to drip, both with the remnants of their first session, and the fresh arousal that came from the gathering fluids.

"I wouldn't quite say I'm dying...that's a little melodramatic," Garnet joked. "I'd go so far as to say that I am very curious, though...and I think I've already come up with a way to make your idea a little more interesting."

Piebald was great at coming up with the basics of a plan, and Garnet, ever-fitting as his friend, was brilliant at adding the frills to them.

"Teasing you until you pee yourself isn't already exciting enough?"

"It is," Garnet assured him, "But I wanted to raise the stakes a little bit, and...I've heard a lot about how the right pair of panties makes all the difference in the world to how you feel on a given day. I'd hate to ruin them by peeing all over them, but...if they really are that empowering to wear..."

The mare was overselling how upset she would have been about peeing through the cotton fabric; Piebald knew that much, but he didn't know just how much her confidence would build with the press of warm, soft fabric against the mound of her womanhood.

In a way he could only just barely explain, it was like seeing the treasure that he'd been lusting after put back into the chest, and only his own sense of self-control could keep him from opening it any longer; like the finest of desserts to cap off a delicious meal, there was a certain comfort and gratefulness that came in appreciating the meal that came before, and giving the body a chance to adjust and prepare for that decadent finale.

Even that comparison would have greatly undersold just how much of an appreciation Piebald already had for the treasure that was Garnet's warm, delicate mound, but he would find plenty of actions that made up for the shortcomings of his words, in the hours that followed.

"Can't say that I quite understand it, but...you do look a little more confident in a pair of panties like that," Piebald agreed. " Just a pair of panties, though...something about letting your breasts free creates an even greater sense of self-assurance."

"Maybe it's about making people work for the full display?" Garnet wondered aloud. "Dunno, really...but...it's kinda hot to know that I'm already soaking these...without spilling a single drop of pee in them."

"Gonna be a lot more than a single drop when that dam finally breaks."

"You really think you're gonna be the one to break it?"

Her words were a challenge of the most enticing order, and Piebald, having found that greater motivation, was eagerly up to the task.

"Don't forget to finish your water," he answered carefully. "After such a harrowing transformation, the last thing you want is to find yourself dehydrated."

"Harrowing? It wasn't that bad," Garnet suggested. "To be honest, I think I've had hangovers that were worse than this...but...since we both know that you're just desperate to make me pee myself..."

Piebald wasn't typically the aggressive one, when it came to their interactions: that left Garnet off guard when a palm came to rest against the bottom of her tummy, with digits clutching just around the outline of where her bladder would have been.

Gasping through a gurgled mouthful and shooting her friend another narrowed, but amorous glare, the mare swallowed back what she could and tried to roll her eyes...but the momentary thrill of coming so close to peeing herself was greater fun than she remembered.

Thighs clenched tightly together, sealing the gap as best as they could, but on the other side of her swig, Garnet was fighting back something more than the sheer pressure on the peak of her pubic mound.

"Fuck...f-fucking slow down , Piebald...it's no fun if you beat me in a contest like this when we're just getting started," she claimed, though there wasn't quite confidence enough in those words to back them up. "Besides, you're the one using all the cheap tricks to get your way..."

"Never said you couldn't do that yourself, did I?" Piebald reminded her. "I just know how to push your buttons better than any of your other friends, and I do quite enjoy doing so."

"Trust me, I'd noticed."

Her wink betrayed the frustration in her voice, but another low, desperate groan and a quieter panting followed as Piebald worked his palm back and forth over the peak of her womanhood. The heel of his wrist was falling just short of brushing her clit through her panties, but with every push he made, he came a little closer to brushing against that spot, moving with such a calculated approach that it couldn't have been an accident.

In that regard, Garnet was proud of him for taking her point and running with it, but she was eager to know something more than a teasing weight against her bladder...and she wasn't afraid to demand it, if she needed to.

"But I'm not the only one with buttons to push, Piebald."

Lifting the bottle once more and tilting it back with the practiced ease of a college chugger, Garnet swallowed down the majority of the contents that remained in the bottle and let out a long, happy sigh, her parched throat knowing relief for the first time since her overt, wailing climax.

Further down her body, however, she was reminded of a different kind of pressure, and as tempting as it was to give in to that sense of relief and flood her panties with a new, soft gold stream, she wasn't going to make things so easy for Piebald; she knew she had the greater sense of patience when she was still Gargath, and that part of her, as far as she could tell, hadn't changed.

"Won't pretend it wasn't cool to watch you crush that water like a champ, but I'm not sure that I'd call that pushing my buttons, Garnet."

"Sometimes you need both hands to push a button," she explained, as she tossed the plastic container aside. "It's a pretty big button, after all."

One palm could hardly contain the flesh of Piebald's cock, and even with both of her paws free to grab the shaft and prop it up against her forearms, Garnet felt like she needed a little help in navigating the impressive tool that she was contending with.

There was something so much simpler about letting her passage embrace that flesh and clench around it with a natural response to the pleasure that she felt, but even though she had one of her own the night before, Garnet was being forced to use a slightly different frame and smaller hands to do the same work; it was a learning curve, but one that she was happy to take in stride and stroke.

"That's not really...w-what I'd call pushing it," Piebald tried to keep up with her playful nature, but Garnet was every bit a handful herself, refusing to let her friend have all the fun with her new transformation. "Pretty sure you're just trying to lose our little competition, now..."

"You think I've already forgotten how that works?" Garnet asked. "I remember how much harder it is to pee when you've got a full hard-on, but...it's a lot easier to fuck a full hard-on than it is to bounce on a limp dick."

Arousal was already strong in the air, but the intensity was growing as their pair redeveloped their natural chemistry one step at a time. Garnet hadn't forgotten about their contest, after all...but she was having a wonderful time distracting Piebald from the point and relearning the unique sensations of his full, throbbing member in her palms, and the oddly comforting way that his length pulsed against her chest when she trapped it between her breasts.

There was a pleasure to be had, even in that , and as Garnet was quick to discover, it was one that she couldn't overstate...but one she wouldn't be able to enjoy for terribly long, at that.

"You...y-you know that this is about you , right?" Piebald mentioned. "Don't get me wrong; I could easily rub my cock between your tits until I came, but...is that really the kind of self-discovery you were interested in?"

Garnet paused a moment, having stopped just short of swirling her tongue around the flare of her friend's impressive length.

"...And if it was?"

"I'm certainly not gonna stop you, but now I'm starting to wonder if you were just looking for ways to distract yourself from how badly you have to go, already."

There was no lie in Garnet's smile: she was having fun brushing her tongue through the narrow trickles of precum that spilled from Piebald's tip.

The ulterior motives that were mentioned, however, were a very real thing, and just as Garnet opened wide to try and guide Piebald's length to the back of her maw, she felt her friend slipping back and giving her a knowing grin.

"For claiming that you want to help me have fun, you sure are putting a lot of roadblocks in my way," Garnet claimed, but she was all smiles as she shifted in her panties, obviously close to springing a leak already. "Gotta say that I admire your resistance, but...is it so bad that I really do wish you would have just shoved it down my throat?"

"Maybe once I'm ready to let loose, I'll do that for you," Piebald offered. "If that part of your personality hasn't changed, I wanna make sure it's a good, powerful stream for you...but in the meantime, why don't we see what we can do to you without bringing you to burst?"

"Because that would be a huge and unfair advantage for you?"

Piebald snickered. "And?"

Garnet would have loved to wager an argument: any argument would have been enough to slow her friend down, or so she theorized...but she didn't expect the usually lackadaisical cervine to take such a strong initiative with her.

She didn't have a chance to stop him before he'd pulled her closer to his body, his hips angled down just right to glide his shaft against her covered petals.

"And...t-that...feels a lot better than I thought it would..."

The mare sucked in a tight breath and clenched her thighs as snug as she could around the quivering flesh, but it was like a natural vibrator, pulsing against her petals with every beat of his heart and making it that much harder for her to focus on that task at hand.

An upward push of that flesh from the taller cervine made it even harder to keep her thoughts straight, and for a moment, Garnet couldn't fight the fantasy of just how arousing it would be to pee right through her panties, all over the tempting cock that rested against her.

"It's not all about the big push, is it?" Piebald asked. "But you were already a pretty attentive lover when you were a guy...so...I think you already knew that, but I'm sure it's a different thing entirely to feel that. I gotta be honest, I'm a little jealous that you're getting to try it both ways..."

Garnet snickered, but the gesture couldn't hold her lips when they were so desperate to part and groan with her praises for his actions. "I won't p-pretend I'm not lucky, Piebald...t-this...this really is incredible...like it's almost as wonderful as penetration, but in a totally d...different way..."

Slender arms draped over Piebald's own as Garnet stepped in a little bit closer, allowing the cervine to hump against her thighs and spill a trail of precum down the backs of her legs...but the warm, drizzling juices were a precursor to something more, and as much as Garnet was happy to be doted on, she didn't want to let Piebald run away with the lead.

She also didn't have the resilience to stop him when his fingertips managed to sneak their way between tightly pressed bodies, dipping into the waistline of warm, soft panties and finding the hood of her clitoris in the next breath.

"You know, you had a point," Piebald murmured. "There is something kinda sexy about leaving the panties on a little bit longer..."

His knuckles bulged against the crotch of those moistened undergarments, and for a moment, Garnet just held onto her friend, feeling a new weakness in her legs and a greater pleasure in the depths of her womanhood.

It was amazing how many different layers of bliss she could experience at the behest of a single digit, but there was no mistaking what the extra pressure of a full bladder had done to her body.

Everything was giving off a pulse of near-orgasmic delight, and even the first few rubs of Piebald's fingertips against the tender nub of her clit proved so much that she couldn't help dropping her paws to his wrists and digging her nails into his flesh.

"...A little much, then?"

For the first time since her transformation, Garnet was gritting her teeth and looking up at Piebald with something more than the arousal she felt: there was a mingled line of frustration and delight being walked by her expression, but there was no doubt in Piebald's mind that she was leaning toward the latter.

For her own part, Garnet hadn't decided where she was leaning, but to feel his knuckles edging her panties down her thighs, along with the delicate, suggestive push of his other palm against her tummy, she couldn't help the slightest trickle of golden warmth spilling past her petals, mingling with an already plentiful helping of arousal.

"Not...e-even...close..." she answered through gritted teeth. A steamy breath followed her words, and finally, Piebald eased her back into the bed, knowing that she'd need something more than another round of foreplay to be brought over the edge a second time. "That's one hell of a way to w-warm someone up, but...it seems like you've won our little game, after all."

Piebald was already shaking his head at that suggestion, even as a soaking fingertip made its way up to his lips. The mingled flavors of warmer, saltier piss and the natural, softly sweet bouquet of her womanhood came together in a perfect balance, such that Piebald couldn't help cleaning the digit entirely.

That display was doing wonders for Garnet's confidence, but she'd completely lost faith in herself to keep from making a terrible mess of her bed.

"Just from a drop or two like that? I don't think we can really call this one finished just yet," Piebald rejected her surrender. "Not like I'd let you off the hook that easily, Garnet...we both know you were just trying to find a sneaky way to give up before you were actually done."

Her gritted teeth shifted under the cover of a sheepish grin. "Can't blame a girl for trying, can you?"

"Not in the least, but I can give her a little more attention...the kind that's actually deserving of the flood you're trying to give me."

It wasn't enough for the pair to resurrect an old tradition of theirs, where they'd see who could hold in a trip to the bathroom longer than the other.

This time, there was a new body still yet to be properly explored, and every little bit of pleasure Piebald could offer his friend would be heightened by the pressure, for as long as she could keep it in.

When the flood finally came, it was going to provide a relief that Garnet had never known before, but to have that sensation laced along the overwhelming delights of an orgasm was only possible because of the anatomy she'd recently inherited; Piebald was honored to be a part of that experience, and his friend's broken focus was a perfect excuse for him to take the lead in showing her the benefits of her new body.

"Since you've finally got those panties back out of the way, why don't we see just how much pleasure you can take before you really blow a gasket?" Piebald suggested. "Watching you leak a little bit was...w-well, it was really hot, but I kinda wanna feel it, too...what it's like to have you cumming on me and peeing on me at the same time."

Garnet blinked, genuinely aroused and wide-eyed at the thought.

"You...y-you know...if you're okay with that," Piebald backpedaled, ever determined to keep the focus on Garnet's desires. "Seemed like it would be a fun thing to try, now that you can actually do that."

Peeing through an erection wasn't such an easy thing to do, and the male anatomy would find it nigh impossible rid itself of both urine and semen at the same time; Garnet's new advantage was one that she'd been eager to try, but the sheer concept of having an orgasm and peeing as a result of it was something that aroused her, long before she had the body to give it a college try.

"Any excuse to get my panties off, right?"

Garnet was going to wear out the gesture of winking at Piebald, and half of those, she knew were unnecessary...but it was all part of learning her new wiles, and some part of her continued to worry that Piebald might mince her silent gestures.

She wanted to be very clear that she trusted him with the task, no matter what it was...and she was absolutely desperate to feel his touch again, even if she was still too proud to beg for the palm that was already stroking up the length of her ankle.

Fingertips trailed along her thighs as Piebald climbed into the bed once more, and a quivering mare eased her thighs apart, revealing slick, delicate webs of arousal to her trusted companion. "If you wanted to leave them on, I would have gladly pulled them aside and fingered you that way," Piebald explained. "But I can't tell you how glad I am that you played along; this is the kind of view that most guys dream of seeing..."

Eager, tender folds were pouted in the slightest fashion, but their grip was still tight, and their flesh an inviting shade of pink, despite the plentiful, juicy moisture that coated them.

It was only the sense of duty that he still held for his friend that kept Piebald from grabbing her by the thighs, pushing her legs back to her hips, and burying his tongue into the delicious warmth of her mound.

"You really don't have to butter me up to get into my pants, Piebald. You never have."

"Who said anything about buttering you up? I was gonna have you plain, honestly."

Garnet rolled her eyes, but she was flustered at his pun. "You are such a dork," she groaned aloud, a palm covering her face to hide just how warm her cheeks were. "But you...y-you're quite the talented dork, aren't you?"

Piebald let a palm rest over the collective flesh of her womanhood as he crawled up her body and came to rest at her side, but the big spoon in the equation was as delicate as he'd ever been, only pressing a pair of digits against her petals and working them in small, persuasive circles...each one quietly asking permission for a moment of penetration, but never demanding it.

When her body was ready, it would answer his call, but Piebald wasn't making it easy for her to focus on that feeling; a spare paw was already free and pressing down at the lowest point of her abdomen, adding _delightful_pressure to her already overstuffed bladder.

"I know I don't get to use them as often as either of us would like, but I've got a few skills," Piebald answered her claim, trying to sound as modest as he could in that stride. "You make it pretty easy on me, though...being so damned wet...it feels like there's no wrong place to touch."

"Hopefully you're g-getting closer to the right one, though..."

"Oh, I already know where that is."

Garnet cocked a brow. "You sure about tha...th...thaaaaaat!"

A thumb hooked back and rubbed a tight, gentle circle against the nub of her clit as his two forward digits eased into her womanhood, passing through the subtle resistance that she offered and finding a fresh clench against his knuckles as a reward for his efforts.

For all that, Piebald was shocked not to feel the golden warmth of her pee splashing against the inside of his palm, but around the back of his neck, he felt a tight grip and a set of nails scraping down the back of his neck, right into the valley of his shoulder blades.

The caribou was expecting her to give a different response, but as exciting pain seared down the back of his neck and spurred him on, he felt that much greater motivation to bring her to the brink; whether he'd push her over the edge or not when she got there was still up to him, and he couldn't make that decision ahead of time.

It was a learning experience for all parties involved, and that meant playing everything by ear...even when that ear was being tugged and nibbled by a lust-addled mare.

"Okay...y-you've made your point...now m...make me cum, Piebald... please..."

"Already? You sure you don't want to explore this a little bit more?" he asked, letting his fingertips hook and curl within her womanhood, until their pressure was settled right against the firm presence of her bladder. "After giving that kind of reaction, I thought for sure you'd want me to show you a little bit more about your new anatomy..."

Biting against his earlobe so ferociously that she was grateful for her squared off teeth, Garnet was forced to tug against that flesh to make her point, but even that wasn't enough to keep the caribou from tickling her bladder and rubbing against her g-spot at the other end of his deep, fingering strokes.

Legs twisted and squirmed, trying to capture the flesh of his wrist in a helpless gesture...but it wasn't a proper, fearful kind of helpless.

It was as though her entire body was working against her, careless of the competitive spirit that told her not to let another drop of that warm, golden offering spill from her body until Piebald did the same.

He hasn't been getting fingered the whole time, though, she thought. He hasn't been letting someone push on his bladder and tease him every single step of the way...how can I possibly outlast him after all this?

She was going to give it everything she had, but they were both more worried about what a terrible mess she'd make when she finally lost the war, no matter how many more battles came before that moment.

Every thrust of Piebald's thick, skillful digits into her passage proved a moment of sensual combat, and Garnet, much as she was loving the depth and fullness of each pass, was reminded of just how little she could do to fight back when the larger cervine was pushing her further and further down the path of her release.

She didn't know if she could admit it out loud, just yet...but she loved every second of it.

"Show me whatever you want, but...w-whatever you do next...I...I feel like I'm gonna cum...f-feels like you could breathe on me and make me cum!" Garnet moaned her confession aloud and seized up against Piebald, knowing the delight of a pre-orgasmic shockwave once more, but there was still another step to be taken, as the caribou shifted against her hip and held her in a comforting embrace. "Finger me...fuck me with that tongue...pound me with y-your cock...just...d-don't stop! Please!"

Having only been a woman for such a short amount of time, Garnet couldn't be sure that it was the pressure of her bladder that added such a powerful degree of sensation to the act; she knew how much she enjoyed adding a little extra moisture to her routine when she was a male, and knew just as well how the pressure of having to pee could add to the pleasure felt when she still had a cock...

...What she'd come to know over the course of the afternoon was a pleasure far greater than that, and wetting her panties was already high on her list of things to try next, when she had a few more pairs to work with.

"Wish I didn't have so many wonderful options to choose from," Piebald teased. "How on Earth am I supposed to pick one?"

"Then...do all three...whatever order you want...o-oh...Piebald; don't push there! Oooooh fuck!"

Their mutual goal was making a mess of the sheets in the first place, but it wasn't as simple as having a drink of water and prepping herself to flood the bedspread.

Garnet could have done that in her own time and fingered herself all the while, but to be pushed to the twin peaks of climax and eruption at the same time would have been a thrilling experience for any woman...that was to say nothing of someone who had just come into such a capable body.

Hips thrusted at the air and a body seized as Garnet tried to resist pleasure and pissing...only to fail on both fronts and let out a shrill cry of delight and a warm, golden streak of her liquid offering, soaking Piebald's arm all the way up to the shoulder and leaving an arcing stream in the air, long after his palm had gone still against her womanhood.

"W-woah...you're grabbing 'em so tight, I...I can't even pull them free...holy shit, Garnet..."

Tight spaces were nothing new to Piebald, but to feel such a strong, internal clench against his fingers was a delightful surprise; that there was a powerful flood of warm, golden fluid joining in the act wasn't lost on him.

If anything, that was the part they were most looking forward to, but there was a different sense of confidence in Piebald's smirk, as if he wore the heated juices of the mare like a badge of honor.

"Just...k-keep going...keep rubbing r-right there, Piebald...oh...fuck... fuck!"

Slamming her hooves down on the edge of the bed, Garnet propped her hips up the best that she could, but there was only so much for her to buck against.

Piebald's digits were thick and lengthy enough to get the job done, but in a way that she'd never quite known as a male, she found the mind-blowing orgasm wasn't as much like jumping out a window, as it was revealing that there was another door still to be opened.

As the last of her massive, satisfying release poured over the caribou and left his fur a warm, golden mess, she managed a narrowed glare at him; there was such intensity in her stare that it conveyed her need without a single word, but even that wasn't the bulk of the message.

It was a sense of blame : as if to tell the cervine that it was his fault that she was still feeling so needy...and that he wasn't getting off the hook until he'd taken care of what he started.

It was fortunate, then, that he'd already cleared his plans for the weekend.

"Right heeeeeere?" he teased, pushing up against the inner wall of her vaginal passage and tickling her bladder a final time. There was only so much more for her body to give, but the little bit that spilled forth was truly the last drop...and the bed told the story of just how much she'd consumed that afternoon, with a massive puddle in the middle of the sheets. "Is that the spot?"

Her thighs quivered around his arm and tried to capture his grasp again, but even when she winced with pure, unbridled delight, there was a greater desire in her stare; his fingers, skilled as they were, would no longer be up to the task.

"You have no idea how sensitive that is, but...maybe if you put something else in there, I could give you a better idea?"

The pair had never determined any stakes for their messy competition, but Piebald was on the brink of spilling over: it was only the constant distraction of a needy friend that kept him from focusing on how badly he wanted to rest his cock between her breasts and let the flood of his own golden juices splash across her body.

He'd get his chance, and that would prove more a spoil for the victor than he ever would have hoped, but there was something far more important to be taken care of than making an even bigger mess than they already had.

"I was starting to wonder if you'd ever be ready for a second round," Piebald replied. "I've been there for a while..."

"Trust me; I've noticed," Garnet assured him, having gazed between his legs a few times during the course of their intimate experience to shamelessly appreciate his pulsing flesh. "Thanks for giving me a proper warmup before spearing me on that monster, again..."

"Last thing I'd want to do is leave you high and dry," the caribou joked. "But I'm starting to wonder if I'll ever fully dry out, after this."

"You can always borrow a towel, but that's hardly what I'd call soaking wet, Piebald. You're gonna have to come a little closer if you wanna know what that feels like."

Fingertips pressed around either side of her engorged folds to put a hurried emphasis on her point, and with a grin, Garnet widened her legs just a bit more, creating a welcoming valley for the cervine to fill.

She wasn't kept waiting; Piebald was minding his manners and eagerly abiding her request, kneeling between her legs and pressing the tip of his unique, plentiful flesh against her presented folds, stroking along their delicious warmth and natural arousal.

He hadn't forgotten just how much more sensitive a male could be when they had to use the restroom, and with his own bladder packed to the brim, he was throwing his head back with the very first thrust into Garnet's warm, comforting passage.

"Oh...f-fuck..."

"Trying to oversell it a little bit?" she asked, knowing Piebald wasn't the type of lover to offer such a powerful, grandiose reaction. "You don't have to play up the pleasure for me, baby...it...it feels _heavenly_and we both know it..."

It wasn't easy for Piebald to wipe the momentary smile from his face, but he did the best he could with it all the same, pushing his way through a chuckle. "You r-really think I'm trying to oversell this?" he posited, his digits looking for purchase in whatever place they could find it; her breasts made for a fantastic choice, as his body fell into the weight of his thrust. "If anything, I'm...t-trying to dial it back a bit, Garnet..."

She knew she could trust Piebald implicitly.

If not for that, she wouldn't have called him over for his counsel in the first place, but she'd trusted that he would take things a step further than that from the very beginning.

Piebald hadn't let her down yet, and with a deep, driving pump from the hips and an adorable, whimpering look on his face, Garnet had no reason to believe that he'd break that streak anytime soon.

"You know you can let me see how much you're enjoying yourself, right?" she asked. With each word, she was becoming more in tune with the new body that she'd come to appreciate, and the feminine wiles that dripped from her words were evident in her gaze, as well: narrowed, eager eyes were pulling Piebald in a little bit more, every time that he bashfully locked with their allure. "After the state you saw me in, it's only fair that I get to see what you look like when someone is redefining pleasure for you..."

Not only was there a greater appreciation for her own natural appeal, but in those moments, Garnet could feel genuine confidence budding up within her, granting her a certain trust in her new body.

She made it evident with more than a look; wrapping her legs around the base of his lower back and kicking her hooves against the supple flesh of his rump was a better form of encouragement than any look could convey, but pumping up from her arched hips for good measure...

...That was what finally broke the lackadaisical caribou, forcing him to pound into the mare with a proper, higher degree of sincerity.

"You've already d-done that for me...a few times," Piebald confessed, his voice so riddled with physical elation that even the sound of his voice was enticing Garnet toward another climax of her own. "But...this is the first time you've done it in...t-this body, anyway."

"Kinda convenient that we don't have to lube up like we used to, isn't it?"

Piebald snickered and dropped his chin between her breasts. "You would find a way to blur the lines of being a total dork and a demon in the sack..."

"Pretty sure I don't hear you complaining."

"No, but you don't hear me cumming yet, either...and wasn't that what you were after?"

Inner muscles seized up and milked at the plentiful shaft of the caribou, encouraging him to renew his eager grip on her breasts and pick up his comfortable pace. "If I hadn't already made that clear...m-maybe...this will do the trick?"

She was still learning how best to control the unique muscles within her passage, but that was a blissful learning curve for the pair: Garnet found herself tightening up at her own behest, but just as often, her walls were gripping as a natural response to the flesh that filled them...and both proved to be pleasurable experiences for the mare...

...But the impassioned look of delight on Piebald's face was the motivation to keep trying new things, when Garnet felt like she might be running out of steam.

Gonna have to train those muscles up a bit, she thought. Who knew it could be so difficult to grab onto something with your cunt...?

"Doing a lot...m-more than...a trick..."

Piebald's teeth finally came together, gritted with desperation as Garnet worked her passage back against him, but no matter how her legs held around his back or her hips tried to keep up, she was still getting used to her new form.

The caribou plowing into her hips and slamming her into the bed made it clear that he needed no adjustment period, and the continued pushing of his every button, aided by the pressure in his bladder, had turned the experience into such a powerful thing that it was pushing the envelope of being too pleasurable for Piebald to reach his release.

"Speak for yourself," Garnet whispered, her voice hurried...even slightly panicked as her legs came undone, her body giving itself over to the series of deep, powerful thrusts. "You're g-gonna make me cum again, Piebald...t-that...that's not fair...that's not... fucking fair!"

Fluttering rapidly and unevenly around the welcome tool, Garnet could only cling to the top of Piebald's head and try to hold his chin between her breasts as he pummeled into her.

When his head finally lifted and his full hip and leg were driving through every thrust, her breasts heaved and her body quivered against the bed, even before the first, deep throb of his cock warned her of what was about to happen.

"Do it... fill me already!"

Her plea was met with a furious grunt and a stronger, deeper thrust than she'd known from Piebald in any form: her arms fell back and gripped the headboard as she looked up, her eyes conveying both her disbelief in his changing demeanor, and a subtle gratefulness for the very same.

Without that rough, fulfilling drive from the lucky caribou, she might not have known the bliss of a squirting orgasm...and just as her feminine juices splashed across his already moistened crotch, his sack tensed up around a pair of orbs, churning forth the first gush of his seed and flooding her womb with a greater volume than it could hope to contain.

"Damn...Garnet, y-you...you're so fucking demanding..."

She was panting too heavily to manage anything more than the heavenly moans that escaped her lungs, save for a single, taunting word.

"Pr...problem?"

How in the world is she grinning like that? So smug, but...it's like she knows she deserves that confidence, Piebald thought. And how is she still grabbing it like that?

The messy finish they were hoping for had come to a warm, creamy fruition, and as Piebald's quivering hips lost their stride, his cum splashed against the already dampened sheets and added to a plentiful lake of fluids...but the last of it pouring against the base of Garnet's tummy wasn't the full extent of it.

That pressure fading from Piebald's body was allowing for one more thing to be taken care of, and as the cervine crawled a little further up the edge of the bed, he straddled his legs on either side of her hips and rested the tip of his slowly softening cock right between her breasts.

"...Nope...n-no problem at all," he murmured, before his jaw went slack in a blissful, content expression.

Garnet's lips were already starting to part for an inquiry when she felt the answer spilling lazily into her cleavage: Piebald was finally experiencing a hint of the relief that she'd known before, and such great volume was pouring out that it reached the underside of her neck in mere seconds.

Once his body properly eased back, she could feel the salty treat tickling at her lower lip, but the way that the warm, plentiful mess poured around the sides of her neck and ran down her back were what finally drew a fresh giggle from her.

"Oh my goodness...dude...we're gonna need to buy me a new bed," Garnet joked. "Or at least, some new sheets..."

"Pretty sure you'll be able to wash these if we stop after this," Piebald suggested, holding the base of his length in a loose, comfortable grasp.

Another paw came to wrap around the tip, as Garnet guided it a little higher still, right toward her hanging tongue.

"Who said anything about stopping...?"