You run out of the house as quickly as your feet can carry you. The pain has not entirely vanished, but at this moment, it may as well not even be there.

You’re not sure as to why you are running. Surely finding Ms. Jubilee is not entirely urgent, as this is where she lives. It’s not like she’s going anywhere or anything.

But you feel a great sense of urgency in finding the pale mare. The sooner you find her the sooner you can talk.

It took you far too long to realize what was wrong with Ms. Jubilee. It is rather obvious when you step back and look at this place.

Dodge Junction is a small town with a small populace; most of the town actually seems to be owned by Ms. Jubilee as her orchard is incredibly large.

And she is on it all alone.

You know she’s sad. A mare like her should never be sad.

You search along the path, looking out for any signs of the generous farm mare.

The fact that she has been living out here alone for God knows how long greatly upsets you. There is no reason this pony should ever feel down or like she doesn’t have someone.

She was there for you, a complete stranger, when you needed her. And now you are here for her.

You rush back to the spot where you both were just speaking only a few minutes ago, but she is not here.

She couldn’t have gotten far, so you keep looking.

Finally, you spot the pale farmer, lit up by the moonlight. She is walking just a little off the path, ambling about between the pink trees.

“Cherry!” you exclaim upon finding the mare.

She jumps a little, probably not expecting her name to be shouted while in the quiet orchard alone. She turns to you, and you almost wish she hadn’t.

The whites of her eyes are now red, as though she has been crying.

“Cherry…”

She wipes at her eyes quickly with a hoof before giving you a weak smile.

“Hello, dear,” she sniffles, struggling to keep that weak smile on her face. “I thought you went back to the house?”

“I did,” you say, approaching her. “But I couldn’t sleep.” Not that you were trying. “Why are you sad, Ms. Jubilee?”

“Sad? Oh, don’t be ridiculous. Something just fell in my eye, I’m alright.”

“Cherry,” you urge, “please.” Her weak smile falls at last. “What is wrong? I’m here for you.”

She looks down at her hooves and glances at you a couple times, thinking of what to say.

She gives up and decides to just tell you the truth.

“I’ve been here, in Dodge Junction, for ten years,” she explains. “I have a big house and a large orchard… but nopony to share it with.

“I’ve…” she sniffles. “I’ve been so lonely here. My friends back in Neigh Orleans don’t even remember who I am; they never visit, they never write. The only ponies I have to talk to are my ranch hands, but they don’t count as my friends. They aren’t my friends…”

You slowly approach the disheartened mare, nearly feeling heartbroken at her tale.

“I don’t know what to do. I just wish there was somepony who wanted me. Somepony who would stay with me.

“But I’m not anything special,” she whispers sadly. “Just a lonely farm mare. There’s no shortage of them.”

“No,” you say forcefully, cutting her off. She looks back up at you, as if surprised by your words. “Don’t say that.

“You are a great mare, Ms. Jubilee,” you say, putting your hands on her shoulders. She meekly looks up at you with her big green eyes. “Without a doubt, you are the most generous woman I have ever met.”

Her cheeks turn red; a dark enough shade of red to be seen under the moonlight. She glances down at her hooves before looking back up at you.

You can feel your own cheeks heating up the more you talk about her.

“Ms. Jubilee, “ you begin, “I can honestly say that I’ve never met a pony like you before. You are caring, hard working, generous… I’m sorry, it’s just hard to find the words to describe you... You are an amazing mare, Ms. Jubilee. There’s really no other way to put it.”

“Oh, I,” she pauses for a moment and clears her throat, her cheeks flushing. “I’m really not all that.”

“But you are!” You lift her up on her hind legs so that you are face-to-face, making her face turn as red as her mane. “You are all that and more, and it’s awful that no one realizes that. You are beautiful, Cherry, in every sense of the word, you are beautiful.”

Her eyes seems to get a little smaller, her blush deepens, and her ears flatten. “Wh-What do you mean?”

“I…” your voice trails off as your face inches its’ way towards hers. You’re not really sure what is happening, but this is what your gut is feeling, so you go with it.

“Are… you…” her voice quietly trails off as your faces get nearer to each other.

“Shh…” you hush her, not entirely knowing what you are doing, but going in anyway. It feels right, and something that feels as right as this could not possibly be wrong.

She whispers your name before you bring your mouths together, your lips interlocking instantly and passionately. Cherry returns the kiss just as lustfully as you give it.

Your hands move behind her back as she stands in front of you. You feel up and down her spine, feeling her soft fur.

The kiss deepens, and things really heat up when you feel the mares tongue on your lips. Wanting a taste, you open your mouth and allow her inside.

Her tongue pushes on yours as they first meet, but you are quick to push back. Her breath is sweet and she tastes like cherries.

You slide both of your hands down her body, from her shoulders, along her curves, and finally resting on her flanks. You feel her soft rump, delicately kneading the area as your mouths stay locked together in a passionate fight.

Placing both of your hands under her butt, you lift her up off the ground.

She gasps as she leaves the earth, momentarily disconnecting from the long kiss. You push her up against a tree before reconnecting your lips with the beautiful cream coated mare.

She wraps her hind legs around your waist securely, keeping you tightly pressed against her at the hips. Her forelegs, which were already around your neck, also get tighter, and the kiss deepens.

You take the battle to her by pushing yours and Cherry’s tongue back into her mouth. The wet appendages fight over nothing in a battle without a victor. But it feels great.

You lean into her a bit, pushing her even more against the tree, but still making sure that she is comfortable.

One of your hands moves out from underneath your mare and behind her head, pulling her even deeper into the kiss. She responds in the exact way you were hoping; with a small gasp and more tongue.

Your lips part as you move to kiss down her cheek and towards her neck. Ms. Jubilee obliges you by lifting up her head, exposing her neck for you.

Your teeth nip at her fur before you pull on her soft flesh with your teeth.

“Mmm… right there…” she coos, and now you know you have found a particularly delicate area to play around with. Your tongue circles that spot on her neck before your lips softly brush over it.

As you feel along her neck with your lips, you move your out from behind her head and begin to undress your mare.

Of course, ponies typically do not wear clothes, but some do wear accessories.

You run your hand through her silky red mane, removing her cherry headband and unceremoniously tossing it off to the side.

You pull your head back and begin kissing her on the mouth once more before you fumble with her pink bow. Unable to multitask (kissing and undressing your mare), you cease the mouthplay and fully concentrate on taking off Cherry’s pink bow.

With one simple pull of the cloth, the bow is untied and it falls onto the ground.

Before you can resume your ministrations, Cherry begins to fumble clumsily with the bottom of your shirt. She doesn’t seem to be able to get a proper grip to remove the thing.

Perhaps some assistance is in order.

You lower her down to the soft grass before pushing her onto her back. She gives a little squeak in surprise, but you can tell that this is exactly what she wants.

You eagerly remove your shirt yourself without a problem, more than ready to get started. There is no urgency at this particular moment to remove your pants, given your current plans for the mare laying next to you.

So, you lie down in the soft grass, your head near her tail. You give her rump a nice long kiss.

“I-I-” she stutters breathlessly before you place your head in between her hind legs and lick your lips. You silence her with a slow lick along her inner thigh.

She gasps at your touch; your warm tongue moving across one of the more sensitive areas of her body.

“Mmm,” she hums in pleasure. You kiss your way back down her thigh, inching closer to her aching, heated marehood before taking a deep breath. The smell of her arousal is intoxicating.

Unable to contain yourself any longer, you give into your lust, and dive in.

Your tongue glides along her slit, her own juices already making her incredibly moist. Your tongue is wet with more than just saliva almost instantly.

The mare beneath you gasps out your name, as though surprised, before she attempts to stifle a low moan; an attempt that fails.

Glancing hopefully up at the pale mare, you observe her angelic face, silently praying that all of your fooling around is pleasing Ms. Jubilee.

Cherry’s eyes are shut tightly, her face is redder than her mane, and she wiggles her rump before you.

All of which seem to be signs that you’re already succeeding, and you have only just begun.

You place your hands on her rump, holding her in place before moving back in.

You lap at her wettening marehood, tasting her juices and savoring the flavor. And she tastes magnificent. She tastes like cherries, unsurprisingly enough.

Your tongue traces up and down her slit, relishing in the taste.

The hands you placed on her knead and massage her delicate cherry rump. She lets a soft sigh escape her lips at your touch.

But even though she is enjoying this, she is craving for more.

She wiggles her hips, trying to force you in deeper inside of her. Being the generous soul that you are, you tightly grip her flanks with both hands and press your tongue forward.

You meet heavy resistance, but manage to gradually push a little further inside her. She rewards your efforts with a few soft moans.

A hoof is felt on the back of your head as Ms. Jubilee attempts to force you even deeper. But at this rate, you’re not going to get anywhere.

After a few more moments of tending to Cherry’s marehood, you are already craving for more. As such, you move one hand from her soft, curvy butt and position two fingers around her tight slit. With one simple motion, your fingers part her slit, revealing her pink inside.

You stop and appreciate the grand sight before you.

And then you figure that’s enough appreciating for now.

Not waiting a second longer, your hungry tongue sets to work, licking and kissing everything that Cherry has laid before you.

Your tongue passes her open lips and slowly forces its’ way through her tight inner walls. Almost instantly, a loud moan is heard from above, encouraging you to go deeper.

Your tongue, lips, and chin are coated in the sweet mare’s sticky fluids.

She shakes her plump posterior again, causing your tongue to move around inside of her; a feeling that she clearly enjoys, given her lustful begging and panting.

Now that she is right where you want her, you suddenly withdraw, leaving her feeling empty and wanting release.

“N-No!” she shouts desperately, sitting up slightly. “Please!”

Not expecting a reaction that quickly, you move back down, but decide to try something different.

Her swollen button can now easily be seen at the top of her opening, and you decide to attend to that.

You take her clit into your mouth and suck, gently at first, but gradually get more and more forceful.

No sooner do you resume tending to her than you feel her hind legs squeezing tightly on either side of your head in order to, not only hold you in place, but force you further into her pink inside.

Fluids continue to pour out of her the longer you caress her swollen button. You flick at it with your tongue and brush your teeth over it.

“More! More! More!”

Escape her grasp, you give into her erotic begging by pulling back slightly, as you have come up with another idea. Her hind legs tuck back into her barrel.

You remove your wet fingers from her around her slit and caress her delicate inner thigh. Softly massaging the sensitive area throws the farm mare into even greater waves of pleasure.

You rub your thumb in small circles around the exposed, delicate flesh.

Wanting to please your mare even more, you move the hand over just a little bit more and slowly slide a finger inside her. Her juices provide an excellent lubricant, and your finger slips in with hardly any resistance.

You feel her damp inner walls tightly close around your finger. She gives a sharp gasp at the sudden, spontaneous sensation. A warning could have been given, but what fun is that?

She moans as your finger shifts around inside of her, which makes a quiet ‘squelching’ sound which gets slightly louder the faster you move.

Seeing how much your mare is enjoying this new sensation, you slide another finger inside her. There is greater resistance, as she is already very tight, but it manages to go in.

Considering you are the only creature in this world that you are aware of that can use fingers in such a pleasing way, you plan on putting them to work.

Fluid leaks onto your fingers and drips down to the rest of your hand.

As your fingers pump in and out of the moaning farm mare, your mouth grows restless and looks for an unsuspecting target.

It settles upon one of her hind legs, and you nip at her soft fur, slowly moving down her leg.

Her constant squirming and moaning drives you mad, and you can feel your own manhood aching.

“Oh, I’m about to…” She hits the ground once with a foreleg, throwing her head back into the grass. “I’m about to…!”

Hearing and feeling that Cherry has almost reached her climax, you double your efforts, pumping your fingers in and out as fast as you can move.

Your lips move back to her swollen button.

But you barely get the chance to touch them before Ms. Jubilee orgasms, sending hot, sticky liquid all over your hand, mouth, and chin.

Her walls tighten hard around your fingers and you stop moving to allow your mare to ride through it.

You lap up her juices eagerly, enjoying the taste and what you have done to the simple farmer.

You audibly remove your fingers which are now adequately coated in Cherry Jubilee. The two fingers previously inside the earth pony mare are practically stuck together due to their coating. You lick them clean within a moment.

You look up at the lovely mare, who appears to be in her own euphoric world. Her head is thrown back in the grass, her eyes are closed peacefully, her ears are folded, there are beads of sweat easily seen upon her forehead, and her mouth hangs open, with a small trail of drooling coming out.

All of her limbs are splayed out haphazardly around her body, like she doesn’t have a care in the world.

You smile at the blissful farm mare, who probably hasn’t felt this way in quite some time.

After a few moments of observing, you decide you have seen enough and want to take action once more.

While she continues to spasm as her orgasm very slowly dies down, you take one her nipples into your mouth and gently suck, flicking your tongue over the sensitive area. Cherry gives out a low moan as you lightly pull on her flesh with your teeth.

You begin kissing your way up her shaking body; giving her slit one more wet kiss before kissing and licking your way up her stomach and chest. You bite and nibble at her fur and sensitive spots, giving your partner even greater pleasure while sliding up her body, moving in between her legs.

Looking down, you can see the marks in her fur you have made with your mouth.

Her fur is smooth and soft and her chest is rising and falling rapidly as she comes down from her post-orgasmic high. You kiss your way up her neck, though she seems to not even realize.

Finally reaching her elegant face, you kiss her cheek and then her lips, allowing a mix of saliva and her own fluids to intermix. Her lips remain parted due to her heavy breathing. You spend only a moment there before continuing on.

You move up, past her closed eyes and towards her sensitive ears, that happen to be folded back. Nevertheless, you take the appendage into your mouth and nibble on it, always being sure that you are gentle.

“Mmm…” she finally coos at your touch, showing signs that she knows you are here. Her ears flicker and escape your grasp, but you manage to catch it soon after.

“I like that,” she whispers, giggling at the touch. Hearing that she is ready to go on, you kiss back down her cheek and towards her lips.

Cherry sticks out her tongue and seductively laps at your chin, cleaning it from her own arousal. You simply sit there, allowing her to clean you while your manhood desperately cries out to escape the prison that is your pants.

There is nothing more you want in this world than to finally enter the panting wet mare that lies beneath you. Her legs are open and she is silently begging for you to take her in any and every which way you desire.

Before you can, however, the mare under you puts her forehooves on your chest, effectively stopping you in your tracks.

“What’s wrong?” you ask, worried, hoping that you are not doing anything wrong. “Are you alright?”

“Oh, yes!” she pants. “I haven’t felt this alive in a long time.”

Good. You were worried for a second. “Then are you ready?” you ask, hopeful.

“Not yet.” She shakes her head as she attempts to rise. You roll off her and courteously help her to her hooves.

You remain in a sitting position as she begins to walk around you. She smiles seductively at you, her eyes half-lidded, as she slowly circles you, her fur just barely rubbing against you. The sensation is a little ticklish. You simply watch the beautiful farmer as she moves all around you.

She brushes her tail under your chin, increasing your arousal. She kisses your neck once before finally stopping in front of you.

Before you can react, she literally dives at you, and this time, it is you that winds up on your back, supine and vulnerable.

Her lips interlock with yours once again, and before you can get used to that sensation, her tongue enters your mouth. Your eyes go wide for just a second, as you are momentarily surprised at Ms. Jubilee. The kind southern mare that you have gotten to know very well over the last few days is on top of you, dripping, and craving for you.

Her saliva mixes with her own juices, but she does not seem to mind at all. Her tongue boldly and gracefully swirls around your mouth.

Before you get the chance to return the favor, she parts her lips from yours and pushes you onto your back. You pick your head up off the grass for a moment out of curiosity.

Cherry Jubilee stands dominantly overtop of you, like you are a prize that she has just claimed. She kisses your chest and slowly goes down from there. You simply watch with great anticipation as the older mare works her way down.

Soon enough, she reaches your jeans, and easily undoes the button with her mouth. She takes the zipper in between her teeth and slowly lowers it down, looking into your eyes the entire time.

She tugs at the side of your pants, seemingly excited to finally get them off; and you’re pretty damn excited too. She drags the clothing partially down your thigh.

And at the exact moment your member is free, it pops right up, sticking high into the air. Cherry stops tugging and looks at it before licking her lips.

“Excited, are we?” she teases before gripping the clothing again between her teeth and pulling down. You assist her with the last bit and kick your pants and underwear clear off.

She walks over you, not taking her eyes off your erection until she stands above you. She kisses your lips a few times quickly, clearly eager to make her way further down.

She licks down your chin, sucks at your neck, and kisses down your chest and stomach, being sure not to linger anywhere too long.

Finally reaching your throbbing erection, she glides a soft hoof over it. And that mere touch alone almost sends you over the edge; you have been waiting far too long for this.

She giggles, probably seeing your reaction, and your face heats up.

“Now,” she coos, moving her face next to your manhood, “you relax, and let me do all the work.” You can feel her warm breath run across your member, and it almost makes you pass out.

Well… if she insists!

You rest your head back into the grass and get comfortable, preparing yourself for what it about to come.

All of a sudden, you feel Cherry’s tongue slowly trace up your erection.

Her tongue finally reaches the top, and she flicks her tongue across the tip. You gasp at the pleasurable contact, eliciting a quiet giggle from Cherry.

Sweat, which has been forming since you began, can be felt all over your body, from head to toe.

Cherry’s warm, wet tongue moves down your length, and you bite your lip in order to keep calm.

Her skilled tongue works its’ way up and down your shaft as precum begins to leak out, which she is quick to lap up.

Her mouth closes around the tip, and you can feel her tongue flicking across it. If you didn’t have any control, you know you would have lost it right there.

Cherry makes her way down, taking in the entire appendage before coming back up. You glance down and see her head slowly bobbing up and down before your head flops back into the grass. Waves of pleasure wash over you as you feel Cherry’s diligent tongue go to work.

She suddenly sucks in, causing you to feel an unexpected tightness. She releases for just a second before sucking in again.

If this keeps up, you won’t last much longer.

Cherry’s warm mouth disconnects from your manhood, leaving you feeling cold and unfulfilled. Before you can protest, the farm mare begins crawling up towards your face.

She kisses your chest, then your chin, and finally, your lips. But she pulls back.

Ms. Jubilee positions her lower half directly above your wet, aching erection, and glances back up at you.

“Are you sure about this?” you ask, still wanting to make sure this is want Cherry wants.

She nods fervently, her beautiful green eyes staying connected with yours. “I have never been more sure about anything.”

With that being said, she lowers her heated marehood down until the tip of your shaft begins to part her lips.

“A-ah,” she gasps nervously, not wanting to rush it. The tip slides in easily due to her very well lubricated hole. You can feel the heat coming off her, and it feels divine.

She pauses for a moment, looking down at herself and breathing heavily. Very slowly and deliberately, she glides the rest of her body down on you.

Soon the rest of your member is inside the pale mare, as she seats herself upon your lap.

“Mmmh!” she moans, trying to silence herself by keeping her mouth closed. She places a hoof on your chest in order to hold herself upright.

Both of you temporarily forget how to breathe as a sudden euphoric sensation takes over you. The earth pony is much tighter than you anticipated, which leaves you breathless while you lie in the grass.

Feeling the farm mare in this intimate way is indescribable. Her insides are soft, warm, and so very moist.

Cherry’s leg gives out and she falls on top of you, her chest meeting yours and her head resting just below your chin, as she is probably equally as surprised by the wondrous sensation.

You recover before she does and patiently wait for her to acclimate to this new feeling. You run your hands along her short, soft fur, moving up and down along her graceful curves. You have never felt a pony in this way before.

The feeling of Cherry around you is divine, and you grab onto her flanks respectively with each hand, holding your partner in place.

You bend down a little and kiss the top of her head, just as she begins to recover.

“Okay,” she says, moving into a sitting position on top of you. She keeps a hoof on your chest to balance herself. “You ready, cowboy?”

You give an excited nod in reply.

And that is when the cowgirl begins riding you. She moves fast at first, not bothering to take it slow any longer. The both of you have been through enough teasing for one night.

She extends her hind legs to lift herself off you, but not all the way, before she relaxes and allows gravity to lower herself back down.

The feeling is euphoric. Her hot, slick insides tug and slide rapidly along your member. You grip her flanks tightly and move along with her.

With every bounce, you feel her tail brush against your leg.

She moans and sighs with every motion, the sound echoing throughout the orchard.

Her ears are perked up, her eyes are open and looking right into yours, and sweat has already formed all over her strong, firm body.

Wanting to take charge of the situation, you grab tightly onto Cherry’s sides and push, easily rolling her off of you and onto her back.

Without giving her an opportunity to recover, you pounce on top of her and slide right back inside.

“O-Oh my…” she moans breathlessly.

You thrust your hips quickly and hard, driving deeply into her. She arches her neck, throwing her head back in bliss.

You pull out and instantly drive back in; Cherry seems to like it fast.

One of your hands is placed on the ground, holding you up as to not crush the mare beneath you. The hand finds Ms. Jubilee’s tail and grabs on.

You grip the base of her tail and, when you thrust with your hips, you forcefully pull her towards you, driving even deeper inside the squirming mare.

She moans loudly at the rough contact, but does not make any notion of displeasure. As such, you continue, dominating this mare like she belongs to you.

Her red mane bounces with every thrust.

Every hard thrust is accompanied by a low moan from your farm mare, which gradually grow in volume the longer you go on.

You feel yourself on the verge of climaxing, so you double your efforts. Sweat is now practically pouring down your face, and upon observing Cherry, she looks to be in the exact same way.

You bend down and connect your lips to Cherry’s open, panting mouth. Within a second, your tongue is inside of the pale mare moving around lustfully, fighting with your farm mare’s tongue.

You pull back but do not stop thrusting. You’re so close.

“I’m almost there!” she nearly screams. If there were anypony else around, they would undoubtedly hear the farming mare’s moans of pleasure. “I-I’m- oh Celestia!”

Cherry’s inner walls close tightly upon your member as she orgasms. Fluids pour out of her and over your groin.

The feeling of her steaming, soaked pink insides are too much for you to handle, and you climax immediately after, almost falling on top of your mare. You thrust all the way inside of her and freeze, shooting everything you got deep inside her.

She gives out one final, long moan before you slowly withdraw, out of breath.

You move out from over top of her before collapsing into the grass. You roll onto your back and shift next to Cherry so that your sides are touching. She is incredibly sweaty, but you don’t care. You’re sweaty too.

The only sounds in the orchard are Cherry’s heavy, labored breathing. She has had quite a long day.

You give Cherry a kiss on her forehead before wrapping an arm around her, letting her know that you are here.

You breathlessly look up at the stars, simply enjoying how this night turned out.

As you think that, Cherry finally rolls onto her side and wraps a foreleg around your chest, holding onto you.

“That…” the mare next to you finally pants. “That… was incredible.” Her grip around your chest gets tighter and you can feel her warm breath blow across your chest.

She took the words right out of your mouth.

You kiss her on the forehead again, briefly relishing in your post-orgasmic high. You grip her just a little tighter, bringing her as close as possible to you.

You rub your hand along her side. Why you have never done something like this before is beyond you. You should’ve done this months ago!

“So…” she begins solemnly. “You seem like you’re fully healed… I take it you will be on your way soon.”

Her grip on you gets a little tighter for a second before she begins to release you entirely.

You have to say something. You don’t want Cherry to leave! You like it here!

Of course, you have been planning your move westward for weeks…

The hell with it. You know what you want, and you’re going to take it.

“Cherry Jubilee,” you say, grabbing onto her foreleg, keeping it on your chest and preventing her from leaving. “I know that this isn’t what either of us planned. A couple weeks ago, I didn’t even know this place existed. I have made plans elsewhere…”

She nods sadly and looks down.

“But…”

She looks up at you with those big, beautiful green eyes, and you look right back into them.

“All that stuff I said about Seaddle?” You look at her, and she looks hopefully back up to you. Her big green eyes look deeply into yours, and you can almost feel your heart melt.

“Well,” you say, “I think we can forgot about all that.”

She smiles the biggest smile you have ever seen before she shifts up and kisses you on the lips. It is a long kiss. It’s not lustful, like the last 300 you shared were, but one more of love.

And you return the kiss wholeheartedly.

After several long moments, she slowly pulls away and looks into your eyes, smiling. You smile back, glad to have somepony here with you.

She yawns and rests her head on your chest while you lean back into the grass and gaze up at the stars. She nuzzles your chest, the fur on her cheek tickling you a little.

“Would you like to go inside?” she asks, playing with the hair on your chest.

You shake your head. “No. Let’s lie out here a little longer.”

You feel the farming mare place her head on your shoulder. Looking over, you see that she has her eyes closed, and she is smiling. You love that smile, and you wouldn’t mind seeing it for the rest of your life.

You give her a quick peck on her snout before closing your eyes, happy that life finally seems to be working out for you.

For the both of you.

Author's Note

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