Radio Baltimare

"So...I'm taking Coco to a fabric store."

"Oh? That sounds nice...are you inviting me?"

I stared at Marigold's plot, her ass pushed up onto her desk while she stood on her forelegs. "...Can you not do that?"

Marigold laughed from her place under the desk. "What? You said you want me to be flirty."

"Not flirting, this is presenting!" I shouted, leaning back against her office wall. "Now you want to stop that?"

Marigold flipped her tail up, showing me a squishy wet slit flicking open and closed before me. "No, this is presenting! You can tell by the tail." She laughed, slowly sliding her bum off the desk. She got back onto four legs, quickly switching up and sitting back in her chair like a normal pony. "And sorry, but I can't."

I cocked my head. "Uh...didn't you--"

"Someone has to run the radio." She stated, "Though, if you want to hang dong and let me have something tasty for a bit, I won't complain."

I took a deep breath. "Why? I mean honestly, do you not own a dil--"

"Come over to my house after you're done with Coco. Alone." Marigold ducked down, under her desk. "Here, take a seat while I find it."

I watched Marigold's tail wiggle around the top of the desk. "No...this is some thinly veiled attempt to get at my crotch."

Marigold popped over the desk. "And? You didn't actually shower since we fucked--"

"Can you not be so vulgar!?" I shouted, storming up to the desk. "Seriously, if you want to talk about taking dick so deep inside you that you choke, be my guest, but keep Coco out of this!" I slammed the desk, causing everything to jump. "Look at me when I'm--"

"Boop." Marigold reached a hoof out from under her desk, poking my shoe with the point of her hoof. She pulled back, not unlike a cat. "Still mad?"

I stared at the tail sitting where her head once did. "... So this is you being flirty?"

"This is me being cute flirty. Did you want me to be direct flirty? I could bend over my desk if you want." Marigold looked out from under her desk. "Now are you going to take a seat and get that belt off, or what?"

I rubbed my face, staring down at the mare at my feet. "Really?"

"I like the feeling of sucking on stuff. It's like a big safe place for me. Now barring any sudden carrots or a pacifier, you're the next best thing." She placed her hooves on my feet. "Now sit down?"

I grumbled angrily. "What happened to taking it slow?"

Marigold stared up at me, yellow eyes burning into my brain. "That's between all of us. You and I, well...you, are the plaything." She smiled up at me. "This is my herd, not yours. If you want to take Coco and I, lead yourself, then do it. But I've watched you since you applied, and you don't seem like that kind of guy." She crawled back under the desk. "Like I said, come to my house later today, we'll actually sit down and talk." She popped up on her side of the desk. "Until then, I'd like to suckle, now are you gonna be a good stallion and tend to your herd, or are you gonna complain and whine about a pretty mare asking you to present?"

I took a deep breath. "Can we talk about Coco first?"

"If you'll sit down, sure. I'll lay my head against your lap like a good pony." She leaned against the desk, matching my height. "...So am I tall, or are you short?"

I shook my head and walked around the desk. "You're chubby."

"More to squeeze." She stated, plopping down and waiting for me to sit. "And what did you want to talk about?" She reared up, plopping her upper half into my lap while sitting on my toes. "She's cute, right?"

I leaned back, putting my hand on the back of Marigold's head out of instinct. She laid down, chin on my lap. "She is."

Marigold's hooves laid gently against me. "I know, that's why I paired you two." She flattened her ears, letting me pet her head unobstructed. "She was working for some crappy theatre company. You could tell she hated it, that small frown she wore was a dead give away."

I looked down at the mare in my lap. "And you brought her to a radio station?"

Marigold nodded. "I couldn't leave her there. Besides, I'd figured she'd find a way to clothes make...whatev--"

"Tailor?"

"Yeah that." Marigold dug her hooves into my groin. "Smells nice, kinda like a hoof after a good rubbing."

I shivered softly. "Maybe focus?"

Marigold looked up at me. "Your boner says otherwise--"

"Coco!" I shouted, pulling her ear. "Why'd you bring her into this?"

Marigold sighed loudly. "Like I said, I pair my employees. You two, you two were just so cute. You were both drunk, and she was falling over you. Even if it's just a crush, I couldn't miss out." She buried her muzzle into my groin. "I'd like a herd, I used to be in herds back in Canterlot. It's always one stallion though, and they're always in charge. I don't like that, I mean sure, I like being the little spoon, and taking it in my tender little holes like the bad filly I am, but I like being in charge of stuff too."

I continued to pet Marigold's head, her slightly wavy mane nice against my fingers. "But why'd you put her in the show? I get it, it's like a morning show--"

"To get you two together." She stated. "If I was the worst boss I could be, of course you two would have something in common. I threw you both in a room with me, somepony would leave, and take the other with them." She nuzzled my lap. "I'm good at what I do."

I felt her tug my belt open. "But she doesn't know about the radio. I barely know about the--"

"You've got to be a personality." She stated. "And I've got a few other ideas for shows. We'll talk about it at actual dinner."

I felt myself pull free of my painfully tight confines. "So I'm an act-or now?" I asked, my voice clenching as Marigold breathed past my tip. "I have no idea--"

Marigold held my tip between her teeth, her warm breath tingling down my cock. "Just talk." She flicked her tongue against my tip. "That's all. You go help Coco with her dress thing, but you two come in and do the show every Wednesday." She kissed my tip, leaned back and causing me to shudder. "Hold my head down, okay?"

I kept my hand pressed against the back of her skull as she teased me, causing a dull ache to gather around my cocktip. "This really isn't the--" I stopped dead, my body tightening up as she suckled at my tip, soft lips combined with the constant pulsing suction caused my leg to shoot out. "Fuck balls...."

Marigold pulled back. "Ethan, remind me to tell you about Canterlot later. I have some ideas, and I think Coco could help." She pressed her nose agaisnt my rod. "Now don't cum, and pet my head...I need this before I go on."

I leaned back, closing my eyes as Marigold pushed down, taking my into her mouth and no further. She wasn't joking, this wasn't about me, she was lost in her comfort zone. All I could do is hold on as the mare pressed my against the inside of her cheek, slobbering on me as I stroked her mane, still keeping her down ever so slightly. I thought to Coco, wondering how horrid she would take the betrayal.

Marigold let out a soft coo, slowly pulling back with a smooth draw. She let off with a small whimper, leaning back and pushing off my lap. "Hmm.... I'm alright." She stepped off me, leaving me pent up and ready to go. "Thanks Ethan...I'll pick you up later...." She wandered off, slowly closing the door behind her.

I just sat there, heaving in her chair. "God damn- wait, pick me up!?"