Radio Baltimare

I sat in my living room, leaning against my wrist as Coco's new machine rattled away. The constant tak tak tak rather pleasant in the hot summer afternoon. "Hey Coco, can I ask something?" I shifted on my couch, stretching my legs and laying my cheek against one of the arms. "I mean, it's a litter personal, so feel free to say no."

Coco kept her eyes on her hooves, carefully sewing up some cloth. "I...don't.... Mind."

I laughed, seeing the mare so focused was a nice change from her usual nervous twitch. "Like, it's about sex, kinda." I scratched my head and laid on my back. "I heard this thing about washing machines, but I just figured it might apply to a sewing machine too."

The takking stopped dead. "...Ethan...are you asking if I--"

"Have you ever masturbated with a sewing machine?" I asked plain, turning my head and spotting a blush growing over her cheeks. She didn't face me, keeping her eyes glued to the fabric on the machine. "... You did didn't you?! Awesome!" I laughed heartily, covering my mouth to keep from spitting. "Ooooh man!"

Coco continued to grow red. "I sat on it. I wouldn't really call it masturbating...." She tapped her hooves together and started to mumble.

"Did you cum? If you cum it's masturbating, or sex." I shifted about, sliding my hands over the soft material couch. "Oh man, you're lit up like a Christmas light."

Coco refused to look at me. "It was at work. I got fired when they found out."

I felt something cold shoot across my smile. "Oh...." I crossed my arms, resting a forearm on each knee.

Coco loosened her collar with a hooftip. "I was sleeping in my aunt's house in Ponyville, and just one night I sat on a machine and worked through the night." She reached up and rubbed the arm of the machine. "I didn't like that job much anyways."

I swallowed hard and rubbed my throat. "I guess I understand. Like, if I jerked it on the radio equipment, they'd probably want to fire me."

Coco let out a long sigh. "Yeah." She stared at the machine. "I uh...I--" She shoved the cloth off the machine and grabbed her head. "I need...a second...."

I felt a heavy frown rest on my lips. "Coco, you okay?" I shifted to the side of the couch closest to her. "You need a hug? I'm here for--"

Coco held a hoof before me, the equine equivelant of talk to the hand. "Ethan--I need--a second. I need to think of some things."

I played with my fingers. "Uh...do you want me to leave? I can go--"

Coco let out an irritated sigh and put her hooves on the machine. "Ethan, are we dating?"

I swallowed hard. "If you can call a few days together and a bar dive a dating life."

Coco sighed loudly. "I don't like dates.... The other pony just stares at me, and I don't like it." Coco shook her head. "I don't like when ponies stare at me for no reason. It's like, when I give them a reason to stare at me they just ignore me, and when I want to be alone or quiet they sit there and burn a hole into my head." She grabbed the machine and slowly reared up. "Ethan...we should go to the beach."

I rubbed my mouth. "Uh, well if you don't like people staring at you, that might not be the best place." I watched as Coco set the machine on the floor. "Um...Coco--"

"Quiet." She shifted it about, setting it into place. "I said I don't like when they stare at me for no reason. I mean, I just don't like staring at other ponies from across a dining table. It feels fake, like everypony does it because that's how they learned."

I stared, starting to get a bit hot as Coco mounted the arm of the machine. "Uh...I get...that." I felt my nose burn as she pulled the foot peddle over towards her. "I just...don't--"

Coco slowly pushed the peddle. She let out a short moan as the machine started to tak away once again. She crossed her legs, adjusting herself on the edge of the machine. "Beach- would be nice. Or- movie- blanket camping may-be."

I watched the cream mare shift around on the machine. "I could figure something out. Blanket camping, is that like--"

Coco lowered her head and shoved her forelegs against her lap. "Like star watching...." She kicked a leg out and twitched slightly before pulling it back over her other leg. "Uuuuuh Ethan, am I pretty? Nopony ever calls me pretty."

I lowered my arms against my groin, trying to hide my pride. "Um, I wouldn't call you pretty. Cute would be a better word." I could see Coco's mane starting to get a bit wild as she bounced slightly on the vibrating machine. "Not sure I can call you cute after this though--"

"I don't care." She let out a long huff and undid her tie. "I need a second...."

"Apparently." I started to ache, trapped in my pants. "Do I need to be here for this?"

Coco huffed loudly. "It's not a big deal...."

"You're riding a sewing machine."

"I didn't cum yet. So, it's not masturbating yet." She tapped her back leg on the floor like mad, sending another tapping to join the machine. "You said it's masturbating if you cum, right? I'm just sitting and talking. And you were gonna stare at me anyways, give you a reason this way."

I started bouncing my leg like mad. "That's not really what I meant."

"Ethan, do you like me?" Coco asked, trying to balance on the very edge of the machine.

I could feel something damp on my forehead. "Uh...that's a loaded question. And I- I mean I already do like you. Just, kinda sudden right now--"

"You asked me to." She shot back, a few stray mane-hairs starting to poke out of her manecut.

I crossed my legs like a girl, crushing my cock between my thighs. "Uh, I asked if you ever did. It was more curiosity than command."

Coco let out a protracted moan, digging her hoof into the rug under her. "Too late."

I pinched the tip of my nose hard. "So...ponies...really, really like sex, huh?"

"Herd- instincts- breed a lot- better-- buck!" Coco flung herself forward, barely getting her hooves under her in time. She was hunched over like a cat in heat, huffing slightly as her collar slid off her neck. "Buuu-uuuck."

I pursed my lips. "That's uh.... I failed biology in highschool. I probably should have paid--"

Coco shook herself hard. "I'll show you what I mean."

I coughed sharply. "Excuse me?"

Coco shivered hard and reached a hoof back. "Nothing. I'm okay...." She took a deep breath. "I'm alright."

I watched as the red faced mare slowly eased up. "Coco, you feeling okay?"

Coco wiggled her back legs, dropping a damp set of cream panties off around her hooves. "Yeah...felt a little pent up, lot of memories about Ponyville just now."

I stared at the panties, now sitting in a heap on the rug. "Summer of sixty-five kinda deal or what?"

Coco turned away from me, covering her backside with her tail. "My first coltfriend, my first job, and first heat. They all happened pretty close together."

I stared at the mare, shifting uncomfortably form side to side. "Uh, how long ago was this?"

Coco rubbed her face, slowly settling down and easing her posture. "Um, a few years ago."

I bit my tongue. "Am I allowed to ask how old you are?"

Coco turned to face me, fresh faced and only with a minor tweak in her mane. "Twenty. I think. To be honest I lost track of what day it was when I moved into Manehattan. I've been keeping time off Winter Wrap Up."

"Oh uh...twenty-two." I shifted around to face her dead on. "So this was...were you trying to tell me something? Like, was that some weird seduction thing, because I don't really know how to feel about what just happened."

Coco looked up at me with a concerned frown. "No, it just needed to get out." She flattened out  her ears and looked back to the machine. "Sorry, I didn't mean to make you feel weird." She lowered her head, keeping her face flat towards me. "Should I go?"

I coughed softly. "Well, considering I need to go take care of something right now, I can't say I don't understand." I held my arms out. "Just a little strange you did it in front of me.... Could have gone to the bathroom if you really needed to."

Coco's ears flipped forward, then straight back down. "I uh, I guess. I wasn't exactly thinking super clear...sorry."

I let out a strange soft churl. "No...Coco, stop being sad." I leaned forward and carefully pulled the mare towards me. "Come here." Coco dug her hooves in just enough to make me use force. "Coco...come."

Coco shook her head as I pulled her towards me. "No...I'm okay, it's fine--" As soon as her foreleg touched my knee she shot upright and latched herself around my neck. She pressed her chin against my neck, leaving me to cradle her back and her head. She let out a long sigh as I brushed my hands over her mane. "Ethan... why does nopony like me?"

I rubbed the mare's back, slowly leaning back onto the couch. "Coco, I don't know anypony that doesn't like you."

"Suri. Pressed. Buttons--"

"Those your bosses?" I asked, dragging her back legs across my knees and onto my lap. "Those sound like fashion people."

Coco just stayed quiet. "Marigold--"

"She likes you. I like you. The radio crew thinks you're sweet." I bounced the mare on my knee, hoisting her up against me. "You should really talk to more people than just ponies you work for."

Things went quiet as Coco laid against me, resting damp against my thigh. "Ethan...do you like me? I like you."

"Yeah, why wouldn't I? You've been really--Ow." I tensed up as Coco bit my neck, followed up by a hearty suction. "Coco...why?" I could feel her teeth digging bluntly into my neck. I let out a long breath and dug my thumbs against Coco's front, trying to discreetly pry her off me. "Coco, let go please."

Coco tried to keep her hooves around me, but even while she was an earth pony, she was still a bit weak. She popped off, her teeth snapping shut rather loudly as I held her back. "...Oh...." Coco stayed there, my hands under her forelegs. Her ears shot back and eyes darted to the floor. "Sorry...I left a mark."

I set Coco down and shot my hand to my neck. "What? Did you give me a hickey?!" I couldn't help but laugh. "Jesus, why?"

Coco tapped her hooves on the ground. "I don't know...I read in a magazine that humans like that.... I didn't know, I'm so sorry!"

I stood up and rubbed the now achey spot. "It's fine, Coco, just odd is all."

"Sorry." She turned away, ears popping up towards the door. "Somepony's coming, I'll just go check who it is." She bolted off towards the door, leaving me standing before the now damp machine and the pair of panties.

"Probably Marigold." I picked the machine up, ignoring the slightly musky smell. "Well...myth confirmed I guess." I looked down at the pair of darkened panties, sitting sadly on the floor. "...Do I go full creep...or do I play nice guy." I turned to the door, watching as Coco talked with the guest, her tail plastered between her legs. "Should probably stop talking to myself first."

I walked over towards the door, spotting the psychotic mare in a black dress waiting for me. "Oh, there he is." Marigold flapped her wings, causing her dress to flutter behind her. "Ready to go?"

I ran my hand up Coco's back, causing her flank to bump up. "As ready as I'm going to be. Coco, you gonna be okay here?"

Coco looked up at me, smiling softly. "I'll be okay...."

I ran my nails over her neck, watching as she shuddered. "Alright, I'll be back soon." I stepped past, out the door with two quick steps. The door creaked shut, leaving me and Marigold to climb down to a waiting carriage. "Oh, really, a carriage?"

Marigold nodded. "What, you thought I walked or flew? In this dress? Please-" she brushed her wither with a hoof, "-you don't fly in a Shores dress."

I shook my head and focused on the stairs, the stone mess groaning as I walked down. "I don't know who that is." I kept along, the sun was slowly falling in the distance, painting the ocean a bright copper. "So what did you tell Coco?"

Marigold marched past me, straight into the carriage with absolutely no ceremony. "Business trip. I'm gonna talk with her tomorrow, so don't feel too special."

I stepped after her, the wooden contraption groaning under my weight. It was a simple thing, two sets of bench seating facing inward. "So this is gonna be a thing? Three of us, I mean."

Marigold flopped down in a seat and patted the spot next to her with her hoof. "Well, yeah. I don't get involved in my shipping much, but you two are just too cute together. I'm gonna ruin it, throw in some bondage and some kinky stuff and show you how a Canterlot mare does things right."

I carefully sat down next to her, leaning my back fully against the wall of the carriage. "So what am I? What's this freaking--"

"It's a herd, I'm in charge, you provide the muscle, Coco provides the charm." Marigold bopped my arm with a hoof. "It's not that hard."

I rubbed my neck. "Sure."

Marigold started to chuckle. "Whoa, what's wrong with your neck?" She leaned forward, peeking at my hickey. "Coco give you that?"

I sighed loudly. "So, is tonight going to end in sex? Seems like it always does, right?"

Marigold leaned back and put a hoof on my knee. "It doesn't have to, but it can. Planning sex takes half the fun out of it."

I nodded curtly. "Alright...so, I'm just gonna get this over with." I reached to the side in a flash, grabbing Marigold by the forelegs.

"Whoa, hey there--"

"Quiet you." I pulled her across my lap and slid my hand from her back-hoof sandals over her legs and under her dress. "Me time." I flipped her dress up, revealing that orangish fat flank I was expecting.

Marigold tried to push free, my hand on the back of her neck keeping her pinned. "Hey, Mario, maybe--"

I brought my hand down across her flank, causing her head to jolt up against my arm. "What's my fucking name?!"

Marigold let out a long growl. "I'm sorry, did you just spank me!? I'm in a two thousand bit dress, and you just-- Fucker!"

I grabbed her flank, squeezing her soft chubby ass. The warm sensation rippled up my arm, stopping at the elbow. "What is my name?" I ran my hand up her flank, digging my nails in until I found her pantie line. "I've had a fucking hell of a day! And you're either going to do what I say or I'm going to bruise your ass!"

Marigold tried to push off the bench, completely stuck under my hands. "Pete, I'm warning you, if you don't let me go you're going to regret it." She pushed off again, getting forced back down by my hand on her her withers. "Ryan, this isn't a joke.... I'm all for a little dom play, but not in this d--"

"Fuck the dress!" I yanked her panties up, causing her flank to lift and tail to pop upright. I pulled hard, causing the chubby mare to grunt and mumble as I ground her mound with the thin cloth. "Say my fucking name!" I kept her head pinned and pulled her panties hard. "Say, my, fucking, name!" I slid my hand down, prodding whatever warm hole I found.

Marigold moaned as I squeezed whatever plump flesh I could find. "Ethan...stop."

"What did you say!?" I pinched her labia, squeezing it hard against her winking nub. "Fucking say my god damn name!"

"Ethan...."

"Louder!" I shouted, forcing her head down. "Come on, louder!" I spread her flanks, her panties forming a neat white line up and down her groin.

"Ethan!"

"That all you got? I know I'm a nice guy, but you just fucking piss me off! Now fucking scream my god damn name!" I pinched her nub, causing her to moan like a bitch in heat. "Scream it!"

"Ethan- bucking Ethan Ethan- fucking Ethan!" She arched her back hard, presenting herself to the wall as I teased her. "You're a damn animal!"

I let her go, holding my hands up off her body. "Around you? Around people that piss me off? Oh yes!"

Marigold huffed, trying to catch her breath. "What did I do now?! I just--"

"Nothing...just...you've made me mad and a lot of screwed up shit just happened." I clenched my fists and grabbed my head. "Pent up...like Coco now."

Marigold looked up at me, not even blushing. "Coco? What did she do?"

I shook my head. "Nothing...now are you gonna bend over or do I have to make you?"

Marigold slowly slid off me. "So- all I have to do is make you mad? Then you'll bend me over and destroy me? Dear Celestia...should have told me sooner--"

"Blame Coco. She freaking...she just- she did a thing and now I either need to sort this out-" I started undoing my belt, "-or I'm going to be blue-balled for the entire night."

Marigold laid her front half on the floor of the carriage, holding her backside up high for me. "It could have waited...just, don't finish on the dress--"

"I get it!" I fished my angry rod out of my boxers. "Won't take much anyways." I stood up, holding the wall to keep from falling over as we rolled along the streets of Baltimare. "Uh...how long have we been moving?"

Marigold shoved a hoof between her legs. "Does it matter?"

"Guess not." I lined myself up with her, pressing my tip against her pantie covered mound. "Alrigh- I...fuck- fuckin--" I jammed myself against the hot wet mound, letting myself tremble as the moist cloth rubbed against my cocktip. All I could feel was ache, constant, unending ache. But the soft feeling of her warm pussy lips behind those panties was enough to set me off. "Ah- fuck- too soon." I groaned, feeling the quake hit me. The tension shot right to my tip, letting loose a seap of cum into her already wet panties.

Marigold turned around, cheek pressed against the floor. "Oh wow...did you just--"

I held onto her ass, squeezing the warm mass of fat as I shot my load straight against her pussy, dripping the gruel through her panties and against her opening. "Oooooooh thank god...." I lowered my head and let the constant pulse turn my legs to jelly. I held onto the wall as my cum mixed with the small amount of mare juice she was letting out. "Cum stained panties...the most beautiful kind...." I pulled my tip away, a string of some sort of sticky fun linking my cock to the massive wet patch around her tightly outlined mound. "Oh god...I need a second."