Roseluck and the Creature
Beep beep beep.
“Unh... I dun wanna wake up..
Beep beep beep
“All right, all right, I give in!”
A sleepy hoof shakily reaches out from underneath the cocoon of covers. The covers were scented of fresh roses and various other earthen and flowery aromas. The messy blankets were embroidered, hoof-stitched, with flowers.
Gently but firmly, the cream-colored hoof slaps a button on the daisy-shaped alarm clock, and the warm wrapping of the blankets rustled. A bedheaded Roseluck’s head emerged, eyes glazed with sleep.
The earth mare proceeds to wriggle from her spot, eventually stumbling to all four hooves on the pinewood floor.
She took care of her morning routine, remembering the haunting high-pitched voice of Colgate with small spirals, her cup of coffee, shower, all of those great things. Slipping on her saddle and work ‘gloves,’ she armed herself with a shovel.
Venturing out into her patch of garden, the last of her flowers had disappeared. All the bells, the daisies, her red and pink and white roses, everything. She shed a single tear before hardening up her expression.
A flicker of movement caught her eagle eye, and she started, grasping her shovel harder between her teeth. With an angry flash in her eyes, she plowed through the soil.
A small cry of battle emerged from the depths of her throat, and she ducked beneath a hedge, the edge of her shovel forward.
And she heard a terrified squeak, and Roseluck gazed unbelievingly down the shaft of her shovel, to the spade-shaped steel tip, worse for wear.
She saw.. It. The small creature, and she dropped her weapon with a muffled clatter.
The point had been pointed between the creature’s eyes, and it had recoiled in fear. At the sound of the leaves brushing the wooden tip of the shovel’s wooden handle.
It seemed to be a deer -- no, a cow... A deer-cow? It was tall, almost taller than her, and a pale cream color to it, with sandy splotches along it. It had small black hooves like a deer’s, and had sharp features, with two small horns sticking out from the rough hair atop its head.
Upon further inspection, rather accidental inspection, whatever this creature was, it was male.
“May want to watch where you’re pointing that thing, daft mare,” the cow-deer scoffed, flicking its cow tail contemptuously, eyes flashing with anger now, “you’re lucky your pretty.”
Roseluck’s pale emerald eyes bore into his brown ones, eyes swimming with the thoughts and feelings in her brain, like overflow. Confusion, hatred for tearing apart her perfect garden, and a much more subtle feeling that she overlooked.
Love.
Pushing them away, she looked away, hot with embarrassment that she’d tried to attack him.
“In case you were wondering, the name’s Lexus; you can just call me Lex, if you’re lazy,” he chuckled playfully.
“Roseluck.”
“Nice to meet you, Ms. Roseluck,” he said blankly, seizing her hoof and dragging her a few meters away.
The distinct aromas of various flowers hit Roseluck’s nose as hard as they did her heart. Her eyes traveled disbelievingly over the magnificent display. Roses of both colors made up her mane, daisies her coat, and several other things made the shrine up.
Lexus wasted no time, and no sooner had she blinked, speechless, than he had draped an arm gently across her neck, stretching from shoulder to shoulder.
She started, and he smiled, eyes half-closed. “I’ve been working on it for ages, it feels like. But now that you’re able to see it..” his eyes shone like stars, “it’s worth it.”
He took his arm down, and circled around her front, eyes glazed over a bit with the tiniest speck of lust. “Maybe we could get to know each other a little better. I mean, I’ve been hiding out in your garden creating a shrine of you for weeks, putting all my time into it.. It’s the least you could do.
“But you destroyed m-”
She was cut off as a hoof was put gently to her lips. Lexus stifled a laugh. “Shh.. You can replant them.. It’ll all be perfect again in the world of plants, for you..”
Unsure of what to say, she nodded and bit her lip, dodging the bush and picking up her shovel on the way.
Lexus followed close behind, keeping his head purposely low to get small whiffs of her plot-end. It smelled faintly of the flowers that were emblazoned on either of her succulent cream-colored flank.
All good comes to those who wait, Lex. Just wait, you can make your move when she gets to trust you.
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Roseluck laughed and took a bite of her sandwich, which was made up of cheap potato bread and dandelion greens. She dared not to touch the cafe’s daisy sandwiches out of respect for the beautiful flowers. However she utterly despised dandelions, the over-glorified weeds.
Lexus had ordered nothing more than a small blueberry muffin, which he nibbled at uneasily, normally focused on warming up to the attractive mare, Roseluck.
He told jokes, old riddles, stories with his old herd, making sure not to tell the worst tales. The cow-deer fabricated some of his stories to make them more interesting, make himself sound better to the ear, and to lace it with humor.
“Okay, okay, so then, Flora and Fauna stepped into the springs for a little bit, and it turned out it was the enchanted one! It was hilarious to the bucks to watch the two be a lesbian couple for a couple weeks until old Oak found a remedy.”
She giggled girlishly and put the small morsel of her sandwich that was left in her mouth, finishing it off. This odd hybrid was actually very nice -- not in the creepy kind of nice that she misperceived with the shrine.
At last they finished off their lunch and headed back to her house, stopping to play ball with a couple of foals at the park. Lex had to be careful not to pierce the fragile rubber sphere with his sharp horns. At last they left.
Before the lunch, they had done lots together. Fed animals at the pond, visited Whitetail woods, set up the shrine in Roseluck’s house, been taken on a carriage tour through the winding paths of Ponyville. It was almost three weeks since Lexus had been found out.
It had been long and hard on Lex’s will, but finally he could let it out soon. When they entered, he deadbolted the door and made sure to block off all outside view in the house through windows, everyday.
Roseluck took no notice, but she had started to feel for the odd deer-cow that had come to live with her. Feeling love, a little tingling rush through her nerves when he sat too close to her, when they slept together.
But she hadn’t been able to express it. What if he didn’t feel the same way back? And they were of totally different species.
Lexus, in the meantime, had other plans. He got awkwardly close to her, making sure to brush flanks as often as possible, hugging her and letting his black hooves wander, and took every chance he could to feel her up when she slept heaviest at night.
Tonight was the night that he could let it happen. He’d smuggled a few of her bits to go buy a cheap ring, and when she arrived home from selling flowers in the marketplace, he held out the ring.
Tears blurred her vision, and she sputtered something like “Yes,” between overjoyed sobs. She had lost control, and Lexus knew he had done it right.
“If you really mean it, you’ll lean up against the kitchen counter for me.”
Beside herself in hysterical-ness, she sniffed and wiped her eyes, standing on two hooves and leaning forward into the counter, letting her plot stick out.
Lex ran a tongue over his lips and let himself unsheathe, holding his shaft and running his head along the inside of her thighs.
She jumped at first, before recognizing the feel of what he was doing. She backed her ass up, grinding him against her harder.
As he was getting his hard-on, she was secreting wetness, gnawing at her lip.
“Oh, Lex... Nhhh, don’t stop,” she murmured softly as he moved on from just her inner thighs, brushing the entrance to her slit.
“You want it, Roseluck?” he teased, pressing his head against her warm marehood. It entered a bit, to which she moaned and clenched reflexively.
Without a verbal reply, she bathed whatever he was rubbing against her in her plentiful, clear juices. He brought a hoof up to her marehood, rubbing gently, and grasping her left cutie mark with the other.
He pulled his hard length away from her, grinding it once again into her plot as he leaned against her, turning her head to kiss her.
“Although now you have a taste of my cock, with your sensitive lower parts. Maybe you’d care for a taste with your tongue?”
She nodded lustily, and he gently pushed her down. Her tongue lolled out and she came down to be level with it.
Her tongue drew over the underside first, and she worked her way up, her hooves tending to his shaft down to his balls. He grunted with pleasure as she came to her knees, and took his whole length into her mouth.
“Damn, Roseluck... I didn’t think it’d fit,” he moaned, gripping her mane and pushing into her, balls hitting against her chin.
She nods a tiny bit, sucking and putting her tongue to good use, running it here and there and everywhere on the thick cock in her muzzle.
A bit of pre trickles down her throat, and she accepts it gratefully. It’s then that Lexus pulls out, allowing her to gasp in air through her mouth, leaving a taste in her mouth.
He pulls her back up, and this time they’re facing each other, with her still leaning on the counter.
She receives no mercy as he suddenly plunges into her tight folds, a tight squeeze for his thick member. Roseluck cries out in mingled pain and pleasure, trying not to clench so hard that he’d be forced out.
He slides in and out of her damp recesses with ease, and quickly picks up steam and speed. The hybrid’s pre also works as a lubricant, and soon enough he’s at top speed, pounding her into the counter.
“LEX! Ah!” Roseluck screams, taking it well but with such force. She’s really close, having the warm hybrid dick inside of her, tearing her apart.
At last, she climaxes, her clear juices bathing his cock further. She goes limp and turns to the counter for support as her partner keeps on fucking her hard and ruthlessly.
He constantly hits her right at the end of her marehood, and pain surges from that spot. With one last, powerful thrust, he cums, his warm, salty load pulsing right at the end of the road.
At that, he collapses on top of her, going limp, beginning to tongue-kiss her once again. Once they finish, the two break apart, lust darkening their eyes.
