@JubJub  
I’m planning on adding backgrounds to everything I do from now on, I love the additional context that it gives, it really lets the imagination run wild. The main reason I stopped is because I got overwhelmed with making everything as good as I could, and spent too much time on every minute detail that didn’t contribute that much. I needed to bring the focus down and to learn the anatomy, at least that’s my excuse.
 
I still wonder why you don’t link your fanfic page to here. I’ve read many published authors before and couldn’t quite get into their work. There were too many filters telling me “hey, your reading a book” that kept reminding me I’m an observer of something on paper, not a participant. Your work is well above average, I’d argue it’s up there in the top 20th percentile; your stories are easy to get into, concise, immersive, and your diction is amazing. “rolled off her lips, tumbled into his ear.” That not only captures the physical and metaphorical location each participate is in, the mare being on top and the stallion on the bottom, but it also wraps the tone up between the two amazingly elegantly, him being reduced to a barely conscious pony that she can do whatever she whims to. All done is the last part of a short sentence, amazing.
 
If I had that skill I’d totally be using it and would be lying if I said I wasn’t a little jealous.

He did all he could to fend off the intruder, even as his body literally bent to her will. Pins, chokeholds, joint and compression locks - she hosted a veritable grappling clinic in the dimly lit library, manipulating his body like it was her personal practice dummy. Three years of combat training were all that kept his lungs working and his bones intact - for the most part. Again and again he managed to wriggle free of her submission holds (eventually), and again and again she caught him, marehandled him, humiliated him.
 
He put up a decent fight but still the contest ended with the earth mare glued to his back, her forelegs coiled around his neck, hinds fully extended as they scissored his trunk.
 
“Try not to wheeze too loudly.” The arousal in her voice was palpable. “After all, this is a library.”
 
Leaning against a bookshelf, she shut her eyes and gritted her teeth and flexed all four limbs. Her quads ballooned to compress his trunk, looking suddenly thicker and firmer and curvier in her thigh-highs, while her bicep and forearm sank deeply into either side of his neck. A low and oddly sensual “Nnnnggghhhh…” rolled off her lips, tumbled into his ear.
 
She punctuated the grunt with a breathy, “Yeah… that’s it,” her tone brimming with the kind of carnal satisfaction that often followed the first bite of a hot meal, the initial sip of a cold drink. A taste - just a taste - and she wanted more.
 
Gradually, she wrung the air from his lungs and the fight from the rest of his body. He groped at a dense bicep with one hoof and a bulging quad with the other, his mind swimming as he struggled to gain purchase on either, to grip them and wrench them away. The mare chuckled softly at his efforts.
 
Feeling her gaze on him, he craned his neck and tilted his chin toward the ceiling, his eyes rolling upward to meet hers. She smiled and rested her jaw atop his head: a gentle gesture, almost intimate.
 
“You’re not very good at this, are you?” Something new had snuck into that sultry tone, meshing seamlessly with the arousal. Tenderness? Compassion? “Meet me at the courtyard once you wake up. If you don’t turn me in, I promise to teach you all my best moves.”
 
Something about the way she said “all” made his wings twitch. If not for the solid chest pressed to his back, they would have jutted to their full length, stiffened to their full rigidity.
 
The last thing he felt before passing out was her teeth grazing his ear. Maybe she whispered something else, maybe not. He wasn’t sure. He was only semi-conscious now, already drifting off to sleep, and looking forward to the rendezvous in the courtyard.
 
(I really like this pic. In the future, you should keep incorporating backgrounds in your images. I realize it’s probably harder to do, but a little scene setting can go a long way ^^)

Very cute.