\n\t\t\t\t\tFliskets.Her half seen here https://inkbunny.net/s/1565887
Enjoy a read about Chris and Fliskets meeting up, then proceeding to have a wonderful time at a Saint Patrick's party.
A Porking Good St.Patricks
By Typhlosionboy
Chris had met the lovely swine lass during a county fair, being a talking feral equine he was part of the pony-go-round attraction, and although it had been embarrassing for him, it was a way to get a little extra grub for free so long as he behaved by not bucking anyone off. They also advertised that he could talk, and so occasionally instead of a standard kid, he would get an adult fur that would strike up a conversation with him. It just how happened that a friendly swine lady named Fliskets would end up riding him, then oddly inviting him over to a St.Patricks day party, and of course he accepted, then from there they decided on a meeting place in town. A few days later, Chris was headed to that particular location to met up for a wonderful day filled with food, and most likely booze as well. The young winged stallion casually trotted down the street, not really getting any stares as the townsfolk already knew him for the most part.
Eventually Chris found the address where he was supposed to meet up, and it seemed his guest hadn’t arrived yet, or so he thought, until he looked behind him to see a somewhat chubby swine, but she was wearing a wonderful theme of southern clothes which made her look perfect for the part. She was wearing a classic cowboy hat that had a blue strap going all around it, along with that was a pair of very old looking glasses, ones that you would see on grandmother’s back in the old days of the wild west. She had blue hair bands tying off each end of her double pony tails that were on the either side of her head, her shirt was an older blue lace up sleeveless variant that looked like something they had back in those days. Chris kept analyzing Flisket’s attire noting several small green clovers that looked to be hand painting on her stomach, her shorts also seemed reminiscent of a cowgirl though the stallion couldn’t quite tell what kind of stockings she was wearing, so politely he would ask.
“Excuse me Fliskets, but what kind of stockings are you wearing exactly?” The young pony said, tilting his head a little while he asked.
“Oh these, butcher’s twine, something they used to prepare wild boars and hogs. Though they still technically do, I figured I’d mix up the outfit to a whole new level.”
“Hmm, makes sense. So I’m guessing you’ll be leading the way to the glorious stockpile of food and alcohol?”
“That I shall my fellow pony friend, but do you think you could give a lady a ride? I promise it’ll be worth your effort.”
It was in that moment Chris noticed Fliskets had a tusk coming out from one side of her mouth, instantly he realized she wasn’t a standard pig, but rather a probably boar mix. In fact Chris got caught up over the unique fact she only had one tusk, that he almost forgot to answer. “Well dear?” Fliskets said leaning in a little bit closer to see if he was paying attention.
“Yes of course, sorry I got distracted for a moment was all, but I can certainly give you a ride.”
“Thinking about all the food and beer already hmmm?”
“Yeah, I have a massively different make up than standard horses and ponies, which means I can eat plus drink much more different goods than them too. So I’m just a bit excited over the goodies that will be there.”
Chris would lower his entire body just a few inches, and although he wasn’t that much bigger then Fliskets herself, having been raised as a work horse, he was definitely capable of lifting things much bigger than his size. From there, the lovely Fliskets would guide Chris to the location of the party, and as it turned out to be, it was at one of the more larger bars in town, except it was only reserved for party guests which meant that you needed to know somebody or be their guest to get in. Chris of course got in with the help of Fliskets vouching for him, something she was more than happy to do. Of course, upon entrance into the bar, Chris was genuinely surprised at the inside of the bar, for the fact was this town bar was definitely not your standard drinking hole. Only a small section of the bar itself had high stools for sitting, which were right in front of the actual bartender, while the remaining space was dedicated to the looks of a house almost. The inside had various tables, leather chairs, couches, sofas, and even recliners, with pictures of alcohol history strewn on the sides of the walls. The more Chris looked around the more cozy it seemed, in fact as Chris was thinking that, he noticed a fireplace and next to it a staircase going upwards. The final details were the small foot stools, along with that Chris couldn’t quite understand how it was so big on the inside compared to the outside of the building. However the young stallion was definitely going to take advantage of such a luxurious place.
It would seem that the party list had been properly made, as there weren’t too many guests, but it also didn’t have the exclusivity problem either where almost nobody was invited. A very flashy dressed llama lass would approach both Chris and Fliskets upon their arrival to the bar stools.
“Well hello Fliskets, welcome to the town’s party, its not often I get to see you here. Who is your lovely equine friend?”
“Well hello to you too Lala, yeah you know me I’m usually busy being a pig on the farm.” Fliskets looked at Lala for a moment before they busted up laughing. “As for my guest this is Chris Thalzor, despite his feral appearances he is quite friendly, and of course he is very good at giving pony rides.”
“Well hello there Chris, hope you are as good at giving pony rides as Fliskets says you are. After all once the alcohol hits, you’re definitely going to have to go all out for Fliskets here.”
Within but a mere second the board swine hybrid punched the Llama lady on the shoulder, scolding her almost when she said, “Hush you, you’ll scare him off.” Then she turned to look at her pony guest, “Chris don’t worry about her, she just likes teasing me because I’m a lightweight is all.”
Little did Chris know that she was not a lightweight at all, no Lala meant something completely different, something he wouldn’t find out until later as the Llama walked off with a huge grin on her face.
Chris brushed it off, as Fliskets spoke, “Do you need up sitting on the stool?”
Chris nodded, “I do, but how about you order, and I’ll go reserve that cough for us near the fireplace?”
“Sure thing dear, what would you like in that case?”
“I’d like whatever dark beer they have on tap if that’s okay.”
“Should be, alright I’ll see ya in a few so go reserve that couch.”
Chris smiled, waving a hoof before he headed off to the couch, plopping his entire body onto the three cushioned piece of furniture, though he did have to actually stretch to take up all three cushions in order to prevent any body else from sitting on it. It would take Fliskets a minute or two to return with both of their beers, of course being St.Patricks day meant the beer had been dyed green with some sort of food coloring. Chris would relax his stretch just enough to give Flisket’s some space to sit down on the cushion right next to him, as the beautiful swine smiled, she held the mug up to his lips, and allowed Chris to basically chug all his beer in one go. A small hiccup escaped between Chris muzzled equine lips, meanwhile Fliskets had a smile on her face as she leaned over Chris, planting a small smooch on his muzzled lips. Immediately he blushed, but didn’t say anything, however he would simply rest his head on her lap, while she steadily gulped down her green dyed beer as well.
Over the course of the next two hours, both Fliskets as well as Chris, would end up consume around five mugs of dyed green beer. The two talked mostly about Chris’ work horse status, but also how she enjoyed riding horses, as she had this vision of being a cow girl from the days of the west. Fliskets even had a licensed pistol to compliment her set up, though not her on currently, and from their talks, both party goers would laugh in each other’s company. However it wouldn’t be long before Flisket’s would make a joke that would take Chris by surprise, except it wasn’t a joke.
Fliskets would comment, “So Chris, what say you and I go find us a private room, and you show me a real pony ride?”
Chris blushes at first, u sure how to respond, until he realized she was serious. “Wait, do you really want a true bonified-“
“Ponified,” Fliskets casually interrupted.
“A true ponified horse ride from me? I-I suppose I could, -hic- but where would we find a private room within walking distance of this bar? Plus I didn’t bring extra money I wouldn’t want you to have to pay extra for such a thing.”
Fliskets simply giggled, “Silly pony, this bar has private rooms free of charge during special events such as this one, assuming we ask for a key early enough. Come on, I’ll show ya.”
Chris got up, the alcohol rushing to his head so swiftly that his back legs plopped him over his body completely, of course Fliskets laughed a little only to nearly do the same thing herself, just barely catching herself. The stallion got up, having a hard time keeping his balance as he followed the lovely pig lass up to the bar counter, then within seconds the bar keep handed her a flashly metal key. Fliskets waved to the keep as she lead Chris to one of the walls on the second floor, a lock with the number six was on it, slowly she inserted the key, and behind the wall was an entirely different room than what Chris had previously seen.
The room itself seemed to be clean, with fresh looking sheets, curtains, and upon further inspection clean towels as well too. The lovely swine lass lead the stallion towards the shower where she would quickly strip in front of her equine guest, from there she turned on the running hot water where both quickly got drenched in the steamy water. Beads of hot water would continuously beat and roll down their bodies, especially off of Fliskets chunky body, however the more Chris stared, the more the equine realized he quite liked her chubby body. However, Chris may have been there to truly shower, the swine was not through, and she made that quite clear by bringing the pony’s head directly to her crotch, telling the stallion that he should start enjoying the first dish of her meal. Chris, was a bit hesitant at first, but in the end he desired her body so eagerly her started putting his rough pony tongue to work on her nether region. Soft moans would be heard, along with some moderately audible slurping, and schlopping as Chris ate Flisket’s heavenly bacon flavored pussy. The swine hybrid would simply stretch open her legs, then shove Chris’ hot muzzled pony lips into her piping hot piggy pussy, then elite more moans with every fevered lick she felt lapped upon her body.
Before Chris even knew it, he was gobbling up all of her bacon, savoring the sweet nectar Fliskets released for the horny pony. Many minutes were spent like this, until the pressure of pleasure got so strong, that a gush of fluids sprayed itself across the pony’s tongue, lips, and face as he greedily gobbled up the excess fluids. Of course, even with Fliskets enjoying the afterglow of her lust, she had enough idea already, but first she let the hot water of the shower clean off their bodies, until there wasn’t any trace of what they just did beyond the memories. The two were clean after getting out of the shower, but that was only temporary, but Chris didn’t know what else the lovely swine hybrid had in mind, rather he watched her chubby naked form jiggle a bit as she put on her special butchers twine stockings. The pony loved the way her large breasts bounced, and swayed with each unrestricted movement of her plump body. Although at this point the only other things she put on was a plastic green top hat, a bead necklace that was green, and some green body glitter, it was then that she spoke to Chris once more.
“Get over here Chris deary, I need to put this top on you.” She stated giving the pony a smile.
So Chris casually trotted up to her, but it was apparent she seemed to want to put it on in a specific manner, for she spoke to him once again. “No silly, I need you behind me, so I can take a picture.”
Of course this confused Chris on exactly how he would get behind her, while being in the picture with her, even though he was shorter than her technically. So of course, he asked, “How exactly will I show up in the picture if I’m shorter than you though?”
“Well that’s easy my little drunkard, you use my body as leverage, start my hopping up, and wrapping your hooves carefully around my breasts, and I’ll do the rest from there.”
Chris blushes as she said all this so casually, but he figured it would be better to listen than to question it, since it was going to happen either way. The pony reared up onto her back, making her slump just a little until he could adjust himself properly, though Fliskets did the placing of his hooves around her breasts for better grip. She then put on his green little hat, but before using her phone to take a picture, the sexy swine stroked Chris’ still semi-stiff horse cock, as the lips of her pussy was gently kissing the top side of Chris’ large phallus. She did that for a few moments, then placed her phone on a small stand after turning on the timer function for her camera, giving her an extra fifteen seconds before it would snap a picture. Within those fifteen seconds Fliskets noticed somebody had brought them each another complimentary beer, so she decided to grab hers in one digit hooved hand, and gently caress Chris’s cheek with her other. A few more seconds passed by, and the phone took their first picture, of course Fliskets let Chris look at it, then she guided the pony to the bed, after chugging down her beer, and removing her little plastic green top hat. It was then she helped Chris chug his beer down, before she plopped softly on the bed, against her back, and then proceeded to spread apart her legs, gesturing towards Chris for him to give it to her.
Of course the stallion was more than eager to do just that, taking a few moments to properly wrap his hooves around the excess fat of her body which was perfect for this sort of thing, Chris then took his time before he slipped his thick horse dick inside of the lovely piggys pussy. In fact it was quite big compared to what Flisket’s had really ever had before, to the point it tickled her with pleasure so much that she momentarily forgot to breath. Of course a deep exhale rectified that problem, and the swine hybrid would simply lay on the bed, bed spring squeaks echoing as she felt so warm, yet so full from every thrust the pony put into her body. She was absolutely loving the feeling of everything, his flared cock, the thickness, the length, how much she felt she was being stretched was extremely enjoyable as well. She pulled his head into her breasts, feeling even more of his body heat copulate with hers, as the two starting to sweat once more, and their breathing steadily got more labored with his increase in speed alongside each passing moment.
Flisket’s moist pussy provided ample lubrication to allow the easy wet schlopping of Chris’ giant horse cock pent rating deep into her hungry pussy. With Chris being a feral pony, he had to literally buck in order to fuck her, with each bucking that occurred, Flisket’s body shifted a little forward, then returned back to its original spot with the rolls of her fat practically vibrating from the force of his pulls and releases. This would also cause her breasts to bounce side to side as well, but it felt even better when the pony started to carefully, yet softly nibble on her nipples, causing a wonderful pleasure of awakening arousal within her body, as well as extra stimulation within her body’s nervous system. Her spinal cord, brain, and muscles all receiving a massive concoction of messages all resulting in the pleasure overload of her body, which quickly forced a pressure to start growing within her stomach, yet not quite that high as it started out as a tickle, but quickly grew to something much more. It was surprising for the sexy swine how quickly the melding of their flesh had turned her on, and it didn’t help she could feel the side of Chris’ cock occasionally scrap the nub of her clitoris every few thrusts or so, it honestly made it hard to breath like a normal person, but then again this wasn’t a normal activity, even for her this was a rarity that she thought maybe she should indulge a bit more upon.
The throbbing of her rapid heart beat, along with the building pressure of euphoric pleasure was starting to overwhelm her brain, as simply thoughts became hard to even imagine, rather her sweaty body started to act on instinct. Pressing Chris’ head closer to her when he nibbled her nipples good, giving him a sloppy wet smooch every so often, and spreading her legs a bit when she could feel a power thrust coming on, and deep moans of sex with wet slaps filled the bedroom. Chris would lean in for several deeps kisses between himself, and his lovely swine lovely, but after a couple more minutes of that he started to gently lick the sweat off of her body, while keeping a very well paced thrusting going on. A few more moments of entangled sex and Fliskets was soon gushing out a massive amount of female cum, forcing a giant puddle to splash out onto Chris’ crotch as well as his balls. A small amount of her fluids stained the blanket below, but it wasn’t her problem as she was sure they weren’t going to be the only ones to use this room, but that wasn’t her focus, as she felt Chris continue to pound away at the inside of her pussy walls, even as her brain got quickly overloaded by the orgasmic climax.
Of course, Chris would only last a few more minutes longer, but in those few extra minutes, the sexy Fliskets felt the haze of her mind reach a new level, as her pussy quivered, squeezing even more so around the base of Chris’ horse cock. It was then that the burning in the equine’s loins was quickly relieved when his nuts burst, spouting out loads of hot thick semen, deep inside of Flisket’s inner walls, giving them a wonderful film of white paint from his love seed. Chris took several minutes uses to catch his breath, simply laying against the soft tummy of his companion, snuggling up to her with what little energy he had left. Both of them simply rested, catching their breath, enjoying the mental euphoria of their after sex emotions. As Chris snuggled up against the piggy’s soft tummy, Fliskets was gently petting her pony lovers mane, with the utmost care, as the two finished their deed with a final deep French kissing. Swapping their tongues in each others mouths for a few moments before stopping, it was then they simply laid on the bed for another ten minutes before Fliskets spoke.
“What do you say to a few more beers, a little bit of good food, maybe some dancing, and then we call it a night handsome?”
“That sounds like it could be fun, but maybe we should take another shower, just in case. After all we don’t want the smell of our sex to be that obvious, even if they already know, might as well keep clean yes?”
“Hmm, yeah I suppose you are right on that aspect, we don’t want to run off any party guests. Alright handsome you go first, I’ll help you wash up again okay.”
Chris smiled, then nodded as he headed towards the shower stall, entering with Fliskets right behind him. The two cleaned up, though it was mostly Fliskets washing Chris as well as herself off, but she didn’t mind at all, especially not when she got to tease Chris and see his embraced look when she squeezed his cock slightly. Their was a couple minutes the two were in the shower that all Fliskets did was stroke his pony cock, of course after she was done he gave her a quick kiss before they both dried off. Both party goers now dry, clean, and refreshed, eagerly went out to the dance floor to have some fun, along with a few extra beers too. Though this time they also drank a bunch of water, took a few pee breaks, and we’re done once it had become night time. Fliskets would walk with Chris until they got close to her neighborhood, having talked about all the fun they had during their bar stay, and with a quick kiss, then a pat on the back, the two seperated. There was a small gust blowing through town as Chris walked on all fours back to his local farm, but every time the breeze gushed a bit, he heard something almost scraping against the wind. It wasn’t until he got back to his stall that he noticed in his personal mirror that she left a taped up piece of paper on his side, it said call me, with her number on it. So all Chris needed to do was figure out how he could access a phone to call her with, but that would be a problem for a different day he supposed. In the meantime he carefully used both hooves to take off the taped paper, place it behind a hidden board, and doze off into a semi-drunken stupor.