Traveling Tantalus and Tree Tits Troupe. (Private)

"Alright, be back soon..." He noticed the subtle spell she had cast, but he had no idea what it did in any way, and just assumed it was meant as a pleasant gesture since the presence of the spell, oddly enough, made him feel at ease as it felt as though the air was 'fresher' with it. So, completely oblivious of the true nature of the spell, he grabbed his clothing and went to the bathroom. He didn't lock the door after closing it in case she wanted to use the bathroom for some reason, and began to undress the rest of his clothing.

Seeing as he was only wearing work jeans, what was revealed would be his well toned flank and legs. Much like the rest of his body, it had been through work for a long time and was a rugged as the rest of it. His cutiemark would be visible as well: A simple pink colored taffy shaped like a normal equine tail. Another noticeable feature would be the fact that his flanks had white patches on them much like Luna had dark patches on her flanks. His member would remain sheathed for now-though his testicles would be very visible-, a strong reminder that he was in fact part equine aside from the other features.

He got into the shower, turned up the water for it to be lukewarm at most since he preferred to cool off while showering, and initially just stood there letting the water run down his mane and body calmly. Afterwards, once his mane and tail had gotten flattened enough, he took some soap, and began to lather himself up all over starting with his chest, then the arms, his neck, kneel down and lather his legs as well, and then get back up and let the water along with his hands wash it all off. He then took a brush, lathered it up too, and began to scrub with a light smile after moving his mane to the side, clearly liking this particular moment.

Once done with his back, he began to stroke his sheathe to make his member come out; Not something that took long to do since the scrubbing on his back got it to come out a bit already. However, after making it come out fully and stay hard, he sought to lather it up lightly with soap to clean it up as well as he stroked it, focusing on washing himself rather than arousing himself more than needed. Though it was clear on his expression, he liked the way it felt. After that, still with a fair hard-on, he began to wash his long white mane and tail as well as using some of the shampoo and conditioner on his face and horn a bit. He only really took as long to wash it as it took for his hard-on to go back down and in the sheathe, so once that happened, he turned the shower off, took a towel and dried himself in the shower, and started to get dressed. By the time he came out with the used clothes after hanging his towel on the tube, he was wearing red shorts with white flower patterns and a plain white T-shirt.

He'd eventually make his way to Sakura's room after putting his used clothes away...

Sakura's lower half was under her blanket, her legs curled up to hide her raging erection, but with the fact it came a couple inches past her knees, it was noticeable. She was blushing profusely, her face a very dark green. She had her eyes closed, and wouldn't notice his presence. From her hand placement and movements, she was stroking herself. Her spell had disipated when she became too aroused to concentrate, so she didn't notice him finishing his shower. A soft moan came from her, and she looked on the edge, biting her lip and tensing.

((I just wanted to add onto the details that Sugary's member is 2/3 dark while the rest up to the tip is white like all his other limbs. But now you know.))

Seeing as Sakura never bothered to close the door to her room, Sugary walked in fairly quickly. "Okay, Sakura-... I..." It was right there and then that he saw what she was doing, and got a rather strong blush to go along with his expression of disbelief and a tinge of arousal. For the moment, he was just stunned, before even attempting to go back out...

Her eyes snapped open and she gasped, accidentally letting go of herself as her hand, in her shock, did one final stroke before the tip, now free of the blankets, tapped her lips and exploded all over her face, the liquid like normal sperm but tinged yellow-green. She stayed rock hard, her shaft a light cream color, like a sapling stripped of bark. It was equine, and her flare had odd, quarter-inch-long protrusions, about thirty six of them, from the edges of the flare, like roots of some sort. "Wait! Sugary, please, I-I'm sorry." Her eyes were forced shut, her entire face except her chin and lower lip coated in her semen. She was panting heavily, her mouth hanging open slightly in an expression of shock. She didn't move, unable to see him or if he had already left. "Sorry..." She muttered sadly, hanging heer head though by doing so her forehead was pressed against her tip.

Sugary felt several more things after flinching during Sakura's orgasm. Even more disbelief, a stronger blush, slightly more arousal, mild annoyance at having to clean more sheets, curiosity, mild confusion, and arousal again. He would remain speechless until it would finally hit him that ultimately, despite how unusual the whole situation was, she was upset and looked it too; It was an even sadder sight that she was covered in her own fluids and looking regretful... Which eventually made something else click: He was still looking and saying nothing.

Somewhere in the back of his mind, gears began to turn slowly and only the most relevant words would come out of him for the time being. "... It's okay, I've pleasured myself too... Nothing to worry about..." Then his gears spun faster, and felt that he probably was just making things even more awkward for everyone. "Er... I mean, just... Just close the door next time or something... I can get if you need to... vent... So, it's okay... Um... Wanna clean yourself up now...?" He really was trying to be as understanding as possible, but for now, all he could do was to slowly move away and leave her be for now, unless she actually still wanted him there.

"Hehe...Never expected to be covered by cum with us both clothed." She joked weakly. "Umm, could you...help me to the bathroom? I can't see..." She slowly got up and braced herself against the wall to feel her way around, her stallionhood still hard and bobbing along in front of her, the thick pole showing no signs of leaving. She obviously was pretty embarassed, but tried not to show it too much. Her stallionhood, however, was raring to go and big enough to put Minotaurs to shame. She held out one hand and the other was on the wall as she shuffled along.

Somewhere in the back of his mind, Sugary had thought to ask her to help wash up himself, but was worried she'd not accept. At the very least, he would escort her properly as he approached her. "Of course. One moment..." He'd make sure she heard him by taking slightly louder steps so as to know he was right up next to her when he held her much like last time: His arm on her waist, and her arm on his back. Along the way, despite still feeling that her having cum on her face was shameful given how it had happened, he had to admire her member for what it was, though there were other things on his mind as well. "... That is some stallionhood... Just how is it that her kind mate like...? For that matter, what's her marehood or plot like...?" He became ever more curious about her physiology by the time they got to the shower again. He turned on the water again to make it warm, and was about to urge her to try and lean forward into the shower... but wondered if perhaps she'd just be better off washing herself whole in privacy again. "Um... I could leave and let you wash off by yourself if you want. Take your time even."

She was still hard, even maybe harder than before, when they got there. She reached out for him and finally made contact with his bicep, trailing her hand down to his own and taking hold of it. "Could you stay? I can't see very well right now and...and...and I want your help, please? I could hide it if you want, so you don't have to see it." She seemed desperate to make sure he still liked her, that reason was obvious in the way he clung to his hand. Her pants were slipping off of her, her belt left behind, and she barely held them up.

Sugary blushed lightly at being held like that and told to stay. His thoughts somewhat still off by the awkwardness of the entire situation. So, ultimately, he went with what seemed to be the most direct approach. "... Okay, I'll stay... But no point hiding that now, is there? Now, do you wanna hop in the shower as you are and then get another change of clothes...? Or would you rather just disrobe...? Either way, I can't help you wash if you don't get under the water." He knew what he was saying. He knew what he might or might not see. He also knew he couldn't let Sakura just stay standing like that with cum in her face and eyes after what he assumed had to be a very embarrassing moment for her.

"I-I think I should just take off my clothes first..." Her blush, though not visible, was darker than Sugary had seen before on her cheeks. She slowly pulled off her tank top, revealing her perky D-cups, and that the nipples were the same color as her shaft. She let her pants drop, revealing she didn't even wear underwear. Her rump was rather plush for her lithe body, and she looked away nervously. "S-so...H-how should we do this...Cleaning I mean, nothing, um, intimate...unless..." She slowly looked in his direction.

He had begun to blush a little more, only half expecting her to actually disrobe for him and let him see her admittedly attractive, if reasonably exotic, assets as he briefly eyed her. Then he flinched briefly at what she had last implied. Somewhere in the back of his mind, latent desire and curiosity said yes, but his reasoning was to simply aid her above all else. "Intimate... Tempting... But really, I just want to get you cleaned already... So, please just trust me..."

He finally helped her into the shower and under the water, moving and stroking her head and face from just outside of of the shower itself to get the cum to move down. Afterwards, he got some soap and gently lathered his hands to carefully wash her own face. There was a number of things he had to keep him distracted: the fact he was washing her in a rather intimate way as it was with his own hands, the fact that she was naked and beautiful from what he could tell, and the fact that the sight of the cum and soap traveling down her figure was somehow just adding to the allure of it all. "... Annnd done with the face... Think you can deal with the rest, or...?" He couldn't quite finish that last question, but the idea that he'd got to wash more of her wasn't something he would actively seek to avoid right now for he had no reason to.

Her eyes flickered open slowly, and she smiles at him gratefully. "Th-thanks...Umm, would you like to, uhh, join me?" She stepped back lightly to give him room if he wanted to, and stared at her painfully hard shaft, which was throbbing to her frantic heartbeat. The odd protrusions on the tip were wiggling ever so slightly. "I should repay the favor, at least, I know we already showered but..." She winced as her shaft leaked a few drops of pre, even without direct stimulation.

Sugary stared at her quietly for a moment, ears and tail lightly flicking as he remained in thought. This time, a part of his mind told him to just politely decline, while the other told him to go for it and accept it for what it was and worry over the details later... So he chose to go with it. "... Alright... But first things first..." He stepped back, took off his shirt, then his shorts, and finally his blue underwear and set it to the side somewhat slowly. For the moment, his sheathe was mostly still hidden, but what could be seen was from the light arousal he had so far.

He then carefully got in along with her, fairly nervous, with a subtle smile, and closed the shower curtain. "... Okay... I'm here... But could you turn around and let me keep washing you first? Like you said, I'm already clean." With the water now once again washing down his body and flattening his mane and tail, he waited for her to accept his offer, though he was more or less prepared to let her try something else instead.

She was staring at him, seemingly surprised. She nodded slowly and turned, her shaft swinging like a pendulum. She moved her cherry blossom mane out of the way slowly, and smiled weakly back at him. She was feeling grateful, and was aroused to a level she just didn't remember or recognize. It was love. She was genuinely in love with this stallion. She bit her lip, thought for a moment, and spun around and lunged. She wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him as passionately as her arousal-muddld mind could muster. Her tip was pressing between their bodies, the root protrusions tickling Sugary's fur.

Sugary was just about to start washing her back, when all of a sudden she lunges at him to kiss him. Because of how sudden it was, he found himself holding onto her by the shoulders, even more confused, and even more slightly aroused. He flinched, of course, and stepped back a bit along with a low neigh, ears and tail flicking wildly.

He was also less focused on how he was being tickled on his chest by her member when the overall contact between them had him flustered all over. Granted, he also couldn't think very clearly though he tried. Had it been any other day, with any random mare, he'd back off with much more effort. But having already considered Sakura as 'good enough' in the time he's known her and from what he's seen, he just remained more or less immobile, trying to make sense of what she was doing and why. Not rejecting her, though not quite fully accepting her either as she kissed him... yet. All that made sense to him was that she had an odd, though subtly pleasant taste to her.

Sakura pressed into him softly, her arms tightening around him. She was desperate, an she clung to him lightly as her tongue presses agains his lips. Her member was still leaking onto them both. She allowed a bit of magic to make the air around her smell of cherries as she kissed him still. She wanted him, an it was obvious. He heartbeat was rapid and her breasts were presse into his chest, her tip near her own chin.

Curiosity for the unknown was a fickle thing indeed for Sugary. At this moment, the unknown was Sakura, and the curiosity came with the contact and how it could be different as time went on. Little by little, his lips twitched, his arms, hesitated, and his member slowly came out a bit more. Later on, his lips began to part slightly and somewhat return the attention with his own curious tongue, his arms slowly moved further towards her back to slowly embrace rather than just hold, and his member slowly came out further still. The smell in the air... was very soothing and relaxing to him along with the sound of the water flowing while neither of them spoke. He slowly became less tense as a whole.

Sakura's tongue began to wrestle with his lightly, her own being soft yet rough at the same time. Her hand drifted down and slid down his chest, it's destination soon reached as she playfully stroked the edge of his flare. She soon pulled away lightly, and bit her lip. "How far will you let this go? Because I...I want you." She turned around and pressed her back against him, her roughly soft rump rubbing against his member. Her head laid back onto his shoulder. "My marehood is ridged, it's used for a phallus with a flare or something similar, to increase pleasure..." She hoped he did put it in, but if he surprised her, she would love it. "You can ignore my extra part.…"

Sugary was further and further conflicted with what Sakura was proposing. His mind was hesitating, his body wanted this; Especially after she let their tongues dance briefly, tease his member directly with her hand, then tease it further with her rump, and raising his arousal sky high by also bluntly stating that she wanted him... So he went with what was beginning to feel right over what he thought was right, and started to very gently rub back with his hips and member, wrap his arms around her belly and waist, and speak softly in her ear. "... As long as we do this for fun as you once said, you aren't in heat... or whatever..., and we have nothing to regret aside from each other's company, I can go all the way... And I won't be ignoring any of you either..."

He moved his right hand towards her member first and began caressing it from the base to the tip and back down to make his statement crystal clear. His left hand began to wander towards her right breast and began to caress that lightly as well. Then, right on her neck, he'd begin placing several kisses while nuzzling slowly. Eventually, his member would be fully flared and almost ready to go at it.

She moans softly, obviously very sensitive. "Ooh, I-it's so sensitive." A few drops of pre dripped out of it as she leaned into him, enjoying his touch and continuing to rub her rump against him, hinting at what she craved. She was panting lightly and was moaning softly with every touch, shivering at his kisses. She was enjoying this a lot, it seemed. A small part of her mind said no to it all while the rest reminded the small part how it had been seven years since she had gotten laid.

For the time being, he kept focusing on getting her more aroused in return as she somewhat did to him, but it was becoming steadily more obvious that she wouldn't need too much more given how she kept grinding against him. His strokes on her member hastened somewhat, the hand on her breast began to fondle more than it caressed and switch from one to the other, and his kissing was steadily more passionate on her neck and back up to her ear.

Later on, while neighing and snorting a bit in need of more, he moved his hips back and then forward so as to slide his member right under her nethers back and forth. Little by little, he deliberately made effort to slowly urge her to lean forward and press it further against her netherlips. Eventually, he'd begin to carefully line up and place the flared tip of his member right up to her netherlips, and begin to push slowly in, enough to let her know what he was up to at last, but also enough to let her either change her mind, let him have his pace, or back up unto him herself at her leisure.

[forgot to mention her apple size testes, I apologize profusely.]

Bend over she did, eagerly as she pushed her rump against him. Her shaft began to fire spurts of pre down to the floor with every stroke, and her breasts began to leak an odd creamy sap-colored liquid, a cherry scent coming from it. Sakura obviously wanted this, and her soaking marehood dripped in anticipation, her body was ready. Her hands propped herself up on the wall, arms trembling as she was already close even from this light touching.

Taking her movements into consideration, instinct took more of a lead from that point on as he pushed the tip of his cock into her an inch or so, then another half-inch and back, then another half-inch and back. Slow, steady, and methodically were his thrusts as he got used to her insides and she got used to him. The hand caressing her breasts rubbed and caressed her belly instead as he did this, while the one caressing her stallionhood went down to lightly fondle her healthy testicles. He had been leaning forward along with her and was also sticking his equine tongue out to her face, inviting her for another make-out as he brushed her lips with it.

She instantly locked lips with him, her tongue moving to his to rub against it. Her hips wiggled softly under him as her soft, yet rough, walls relaxed to allow the stallion easier access. Her arms trembled still, all she needed was one final push and she would orgasm, that was obvious, if the volume of her moans were anything to go by. Her orbs tensed lightly, as did her shaft and the wiggling roots at the tip.

Eventually, Sugary would have more than half his member in Sakura, and keep it that way while thrusting a little faster in a set rythm. From that point on, he'd push his tongue into her mouth to get a better taste of her, though rather than wrestle her tongue, he sought to caress and dance with it from side to side. Also, while thrusting and kissing her, he began to use both hands to fondle her testicles and caress her member somewhat faster now as well. Once in a while, he'd grope the testicles as well gently though firmly enough to be noticeable. The other hand would now spend most of its time on the tip area of her member, rubbing and at times purposely fondling the very tip as his palm and fingers ran across her protrusions. It might be a while longer before he'd reach his limit, but sought to get her off first.