Interspecies Request Series

Cheese Sandwich always loved it when a party came together right. Not that it really took too much. Equestria was naturally a happy place. Ponies tended to be eager to tip over into a party mood given just the right little push. Even the serious, earthy folk of Appleoosa and their similarly serious buffalo neighbors liked a good party. Sure, they usually went in for a hootenanny or hoe-down but a Cheese Sandwich shindig was just too nice to resist.

It served a practical purpose as well. They neighbors had been getting along well enough. They liked one another, they were civil. But they never really got down and boogied together. They tended to keep their cultures very distinct and the celebrations were observed by one side or the other as interesting cultural happenings rather than as things in which to participate.

That was the magic of a good party. And that was Cheese's specialty. The buffalo and ponies were partying down, the happiness off the area was high and all was well. Except...

Except there was one little wrinkle. One of the folks wasn't partying. She was, in fact, following him. It was a buffalo, one of the cows. He remembered her name was Little Strongheart, the daughter of Chief Thunderhooves. She had looked on him kindly when he first came into town, remained unobtrusively nearby, and helped to get the buffalo to the party. Once the festivities began, however, she had focused herself on him.

She wasn't trying to be completely invisible. She was giving him very friendly looks, and smiling, but maintaining a discreet distance. She seemed to want to come closer, but couldn't bring herself to bridge the gap. Her look was familiar. A mare or two had looked at Cheese like that before.

There were a lot of complications to the matter. Becoming entangled with someone in the places he threw parties was never in the cards. It would only create a mess when he had to wander off. Worse still, she was the daughter of an important person. That would be more stress. Finally, she was a buffalo. Her species wasn't the issue, her culture was. He didn't know what kind of traditions or rituals were involved in such a relationship. He could offend her just by trying to be polite.

During the period of Cheese's consideration and self-doubt Little Strongheart had conquered her own hesitation and sidled herself up to Cheese's side. She fluttered her short lashes at him and gave a shy smile. “H-hello again, Mister Sandwich. I want to thank you once more for helping to bring such a joyous celebration to our town and getting ponies and buffalo to have fun, together.”

“Ah, it's what I do, Miss Strongheart. I'm the wandering party pony of Equestria. And please, call me Cheese!” He said, throwing on as bright a tone as he could muster. Little Strongheart's posture and body language made her romantic intentions all the clearer, increasing the pressure Cheese felt. He was just glad they were both tucked away behind a building, far from the gathered party folks.

“Oh, yes. Well... Cheese... I also wanted to say that besides being generous and good, and quite good with all you do, that you are quite a handsome pony...” Little Strongheart blushed a bit and gently pressed her head to the side of Cheese's neck.

“Oh... well... thank you...” Cheese said, his smile growing strained, his eyes darting around as though he was worried that he was being watched.

“I know that you must leave, but surely you could delay, just for a while...” Little Strongheart whispered into Cheese's ear, giving it a soft, tender nip.

Cheese's ear fluttered and he looked rather shocked. “I'm not sure... I don't know anything about... anything cultural...”

“Don't worry. We're progressive. We live by ponies. Live with them sometimes,” Little Strongheart laughed, shaking her head a bit. “Sex can mean many things, even especially great thanks. You've done a tremendous service for my tribe, and for our neighbors. And I feel, personally, that you deserve such a kind reward. And as well, I find you quite attractive. So why would I not offer?”

Cheese considered the words for a time. “But... wouldn't there be... entanglements?”

“Happy memories we may keep and treasure all our lives are not snares to tie us to things we do not wish. They are to be part of us, mementos that sustain us as we stampede through our lives,” Little Strongheart said sagely.

“You can do that? I guess you can do that. Parties make happy memories and partiers are doing a lot of things together. But not usually trading a lot of fluids,” Cheese said with a laugh, bouncing his puffy mane.

“Now you see how it works. Come, run with me. Let us find a more appropriate space,” Little Strongheart said, looking over her shoulder before dashing off. Though Cheese hesitated for a moment he galloped off after the buffalo cow's waving tail.

Little Strongheart led Cheese out onto the plain, just outside of Appleoosa proper. The lights from the party were still very evident, as were the drifting strains of the jubilant music. But there was a muting of both, with the bright moon providing a good bit of the light they had, while the drifting wind and sounds of animals added a bit of natural music to the surroundings.

Cheese nodded slowly as he looked around. “This is ni-” His comment was cut off by the sudden presence of Little Strongheart's lips. Her was more than silenced, he was wholly muffled, her strong, long, agile tongue slithering into his mouth and swirling around his own. One split hoof slid along his cheek while she gave him the deep, saliva-swapping kiss. Though he was surprised and uncertain, Cheese took the plunge and pressed into the kiss, his own tongue sliding into Little Strongheart's mouth, licking around at her flat teeth.

The two of them stood there, finally on the same page. It was oddly hard for Cheese to let go. Party pony though he was there was a lingering sense of his own previous thoughts on the subject. The idea was that connection came from sex. Or that sex came from a connection. He had never once imagined that sex could just be. It was still a hard sell.

There was certainly a great intimacy in rubbing his tongue along Little Strongheart's tongue, flicking up along the edge, tickling down the base. He was tasting her saliva, and passing his own along with every motion of his lips. He traced along her gum line and lover her cheeks, creating a little bulge as he pressed against them.

They parted with a soft 'pop' and turned their heads, both panting a little bit while looking to one another. Cheese looked a bit bashful, like Little Strongheart's gaze was smoldering. “Are you not convinced?” she asked him with a panting tone.

“Well... I guess I could, as long as there's no... traditions I'm stepping on. And as long as your dad doesn't get mad,” Cheese said with a slight blush and fluff of his puffy mane.

Little Strongheart laughed softly and nuzzled at Cheese's throat. “He almost expects it of me. He knows this is the time when I will be curious and make my memories. He would only be surprised by my choice.”

“Yeah! That's another thing! I'm... me. Not some big, bulky buffalo bull,” Cheese noted, indicating his long and lanky form.

“I chose you because of what you did, as I told you. You brought us all together and made us one, more than we had been before. It was wonderful of you to do. I find such things attractive. As well I... I was curious about how a pony looks and feels, in an intimate way. So, I may get many things from this experience,” Little Strongheart confessed, a small blush coloring her cheeks.

Cheese struck an heroic pose, running a hoof through his puffy mane as she stood. “You know, I always felt I did have a special kind of attractiveness. Good to know others can see it. As for how a pony looks... you can see for yourself. I'm... starting to get 'convinced' by you.”

Little Strongheart wasted no time in dropping her head and looking at Cheese's belly. His long and lank body meant that his sheath was equally long, and the organ that dropped from it was rather more robust that might have been imagined. The color was a dark brown, like his mane, with mottling of lighter orange tones. The head was already quite substantial, without flaring, and the medial ring stood out prominently.

After a moment of just staring Little Strongheart leaned in to nuzzle at the dropping, plumping rod. The first brush of her velveteen nose along the flesh made it jump, blood surging into it and the length slapping firmly onto Cheese's slim belly. She giggle a bit at the sudden, passionate reaction and leaned in once more, letting her tongue slip out and swirl slowly around the thickened crown. “Bulls do not have anything like this. This is so much more detailed, so complex...” She whispered, her hot breath tickling across the freshly-licked head.

“G-glad you like it...” Cheese stammered out, his legs trembling as he stood there. The tender licking and warm breaths teasing across his stiffening organ helped the process along. More surges of blood and muscular twitches made the pole slap onto his belly, releasing meaty thumps each time, and working pleasure through the whole of it.

Little Strongheart got control of the bucking, bouncing length by wrapping her long, silken tongue as much as she could around the area behind the mushroom tip. She also reached up one dainty, split hoof and carefully caressed Cheese's hefty sac, using the fleshy pads at the bottoms of her hooves. The balls were not in the same category as the ovoid monsters the buffalo bulls sported, but they were more than decent for a pony, or so she could surmise. They would do the job.

She swirled her tongue slightly around the sensitive flesh behind the large head, smearing saliva all around and panting hot breaths along the throbbing meat. She could feel every beat of Cheese's heart through the pulsing length, and delighted in that it seemed to be racing. She was the cause. She was getting him so excited. She pulled the thick flesh towards her mouth and gave it a semblance of a kiss, as much as she could with her tongue still sticking through her lips.

The problem was resolved when she slithered her tongue from around Cheese's length and slurped it back into her mouth, leaving her free to plant a kiss on the side. She held it for a long moment and then slide her head down, licking and nibbling down the rod, giving his medial ring a lick and a kiss. “I think you really are convinced... you seem ready for this...” she said, licking firmly at his cock's base and then teasingly lapping over his testes.

“Woo! I think I just might be!” Cheese cried, running in place a little as a sudden surge of energy ran through him. His body felt good and tingly, hooves to ears, something he hadn't felt in a while. It was one thing to throw a great party, but another to get a lick and kiss from a beautiful cow. “So how do we get to it?”

“You return the favor,” Little Strongheart said, turning her rear end to face Cheese. Her little tail flicked up and showed off the damp patch of fur around her sex. The lips were discernible, sitting in a thinly-furred area tucked up against her crotch. They looked nicely flushed, and glistened with arousal. Her clit was fully exposed, dark pink and fairly bulbous. “It would only be fair, yes?”

“Of course! What kind of stallion would I be if I didn't do that?” Cheese asked, internally slapping himself. He had thought he'd hop on and hop off. 'It's casual sex, not get-off-and-go sex, you idiot,' he thought to himself.

“Some forget to be kind, but they are very few and their reputations come to be known,” Little Strongheart said casually, with a hint of a shake of her rear.

“Well, I am certainly not one of those,” Cheese insisted, bending his legs a little bit. He was used to ponies whose legs were shorter than him. Little Strongheart's long, lithe legs put her at about equal height to the average pony but her body was built with her backside tilted slightly down. He got comfortable in his new position and looked up at the warm muff before him. Her thick, coarse fur curled over the split of her rear, which was itself very lightly furred, as he had noted before. He was in for some tickling.

His long snout dipped between the two toned, tight cheeks, velvety nosetip sliding along. He rubbed at her clit and slid up the wet, dripping sex. He repeated the move a few times, getting appreciative moans and lows from Little Strongheart. He inhaled deeply as he wet his snout with her arousal, taking in a heady melange of buffalo musk, prairie grass, various flowers and a hint of sweat. He knew the buffalo loved physical activity, and it was to be expected.

His tongue peeked out, swirling slowly around her engorged bulb of nerves, a large shudder running through her body, and a higher-pitched moan dripping from her lips. She pushed her body back, nearly penetrating herself on Cheese's snout. Only a quick backward motion kept him from being so engulfed. He lapped solidly at her clit a few more times, and then brought a hoof up to gently rub at it.

As his hoof worked her sensitive button Cheese's tongue turned to her warm, damp folds. He licked slowly up one side and back down the other, reversing the motion after finishing, and breathing out hot puffs of breath across her whole sex. Little Strongheart's body trembled all the harder, and she let out a soft squeal of delight. “Yes! So kind, so caring...”

“Just doing my job: making folks smile,” Cheese said with his usual cheeky tone. He stood up, smiling big and bright, his muzzle damp with Little Strongheart's arousal. “So now...”

“We bring mutual joy to one another,” Little Strongheart finished, stepping her rear legs out a bit more and lowering herself some, for better leverage. She presented herself to Cheese, looking over her shoulder with a large smile. “Come and make your memories. I know I shall savor mine.”

Cheese sauntered up, a little stiff-legged, eyes focused on the damp passage he had just finished licking. He cleaned his lips of the last traces of that musky juice before rearing up and bringing his legs down. Thanks to this height and Little Strongheart's position he actually touched ground as his chest touched her back. “This is an interesting way to do it...”

Little Strongheart laughed softly and shook her head. “Even in a moment of carnal import you are amusing. Curl your legs and grip me, rest upon my body. I am a buffalo. I can carry great weight with ease.”

Cheese did as he was bid, his chest pressing down solidly on Little Strongheart's back, while his legs pulled up, pressing against her sides and turning slightly inward, so his hooves were pressed on her lower chest and he was holding on securely. “Does this feel right?”

“As you noted, buffalo bulls are larger than you, and their hold is not impossible to bear. Please, make love to me,” Little Strongheart insisted, looking back with heavily lidded eyes, her body giving a small shudder in Cheese's strong and secure grasp.

Cheese adjusted himself a little, and walked himself forward, his body bending like an accordion. His thick tip mashed against Little Strongheart's lips, smearing precum around and finding the going a little hard. She was built for penises with a point. The blunt mushroom of Cheese's pony pole was something outside of her experience. His hips quivered as he threw some extra muscle into his push, his teeth gritting in effort.

Little Strongheart did her best to help, pushing down on the ground in front of her to shove her rear end back against the blunt crown of Cheese's stallionhood. A loud groan dropped from her lips and a shudder ran through her body as the thick tip spread out her tight sex slowly but surely. She opened up bit by bit, per panting gasps and moans matched by the grunts and snorts of effort that Cheese gave while working himself past the initial tightness.

The combined effort bore fruit, as Little Strongheart's sex closed behind the flat cap of Cheese's cock, squeezing the rounded expanse in wet tightness. Both of them stood for a moment, moaning and panting hard, savoring the triumph. Little Strongheart made the first move after, pushing back again to take in a portion of the shaft, and communicating to Cheese that he should go on.

Cheese squeezed Little Strongheart's sides and pressed his hooves against her more firmly, using his hoofed legs to pull himself forward while his hips thrust. He was still fighting the clenching passage but it was easier with the wide expanse of his head in already. Each stiff thrust pushed another throbbing inch of pony meat down the squeezing, rolling tunnel. He huffed and groaned and trembled as the warm wetness squeezed along him, the feel of it familiar yet new.

His medial ring proved to be like a smaller version of the drama of his tip. The ring ground and pushed at the stretched lips, another combination of stiff thrusts and help from Little Strongheart helping it to pass through, to be warmed and squeezed by her body.

The last of his length pushed in with several smooth, long thrusts, letting his thighs thump on her tight rear end and his testicles thump against her thighs and clit, drawing out a sharp squeak and and shudder. He held within, panting, resting heavily on her back, feeling accomplished and greatly pleased. It called for a party, but the best he could manage was a shower of confetti which he kept in his mane at all times, just for emergencies. “Made it!”

“Ah! Oh... most a-amusing, Mr. Sandwich! It is so in ke-keeping with your nature...” Little Strongheart moaned out, a smile trembling on her face, which had been scrunched tight in pleasure. She pushed back and swung forward a few times, to rock Cheese's body and get his testes thumping on her clit a few more times. Each little bump to her button made her sex clench and quiver, while her body trembled.

Little Strongheart's tunnel took a bit of time to get acclimated to the thickness of the pony shaft, after prior experience with slim but long buffalo poles. The walls squeezed and massaged along the pulsing length, stroking along like a wet, smooth hand. Cheese responded with a pleasured grunt and sudden thrust, pulling back quickly and slamming home, thumping her backside solidly.

Spurred forward by the tight heat and the lowing moans Cheese's hips went into an automatic thrusting mode. He drew back slowly, mostly through the action of the squeezing, then rocked forward and up, smacking Little Strongheart's bottom and rocking the solid buffalo. Both of them moans and grunted deeply as the irresistible force met the immovable object again and again, Cheese showing he was more than just a lank party pony.

Little Strongheart was growing moist with perspiration, her head hanging low and splayed forelegs trembling, cutting furrows in the prairie as she slid lower and lower. Her body was alight with continual pleasure, a warm, radiating sensation from the penetration and stretch, sharp, electric spikes shocking through her each time her clit took a ball-thumping.

Her tight-packed and spread sex was dripping copious amounts of her buffalo honey, creating a small puddle in the grass, wetting her thighs and Cheese's crotch. Splatters were everywhere, flicking around like heady dew drops. Her breath quickened into moaning puffs, as hard and heavy as in the midst of a strenuous stampede, but washed in carnal delight.

Little Strongheart's front ended up pressed to the ground, Cheese bent over on top of her and following her fall, thanks to the solid hooking of his legs on her. She rested the side of her head on the tightly-bunched grass, eyes squeezed tightly shut and mouth hanging open, moans and whimpers pouring out freely. She built on her pleasure thrust after thrust, clit-bump after clit-bump, her passage clenching tighter, trembling and rolling, massaging Cheese's precum-spitting pole.

Her climax struck her like a sudden prairie thunderhead, surging through her veins and sending a flaring tingle through her nerves. She let out a cry that rumbled out like a typical bellow, but with a higher pitch and a whining edge to it. Her rear pushed back as she squirted a copious rush of her juice, creating a bigger puddle beneath her. Her sex squeezed down at the moment of climax, trembling hard as it pressed around Cheese's thick length, which was buried down to the very base.

Little Strongheart's bellowing, constricting, squirting orgasm was more than enough to set off Cheese's peak as well, catching him almost by surprise. The purity of sensations, the intensity of it all, it was completely new, beyond her being a buffalo. His cockhead flared wide, making the restraining tunnel even tighter around him. But the squeeze on his flare just made him whinny all the louder as hot blobs of rich and heavy cum splattered around her insides, hanging in sticky streamers and filling the available space.

With the large flare wedged into the trembling tightness the flood of sticky semen had nowhere to go, pooling within Little Strongheart, almost creating a swell in her belly. Cheese felt the pressure building against his head and pulled back with all his might. He yanked through the squeezing, ending up falling backwards as he popped his fat crown out of her. A little arc of semen flew from his head, and a heavy squirt of pony cum jetted from Little Strongheart.

Cheese hit the grass on his ass, then dropped onto his back, panting and moaning. He maintained just enough presence of mind to reach into his mane and throw out another shower of confetti. He likewise popped a few party poppers, which he also kept in there. “Woo!” He cried, breathlessly. “Now that was a party...”

Little Strongheart's rear slowly slumped down to the ground, leaving her stretched out on her belly, panting and trembling as tremors of orgasmic bliss coursed through her. “Ahhh, that is the stuff of memories. I will treasure that no matter how long I trample the plains. Thank you for all you have done. All of it.”

“This kind of celebration is just what I needed, and I didn't even know it. I need to sharpen my party pony skills so I know when it's time to get down and get busy,” Cheese said with a huge smile. Another cloud of confetti few out and another popper popped.

“I am glad I could show you this new way to celebrate, as you showed my folk and the Appleoosans that we could mingle together and celebrate in freedom and frivolity,” Little Strongheart said, rolling onto her side so she could look at Cheese.

“I guess we... should head back to town...” Cheese said, attempting to get up, but failing. “Eventually...”

“There are no dangers in this part of the prairie. We may rest here until the morning. The town will enjoy having you for one more day,” Little Strongheart said, curling up and getting comfortable.

“Sounds like fun,” Cheese said, slowly rolling his way to where Little Strongheart lay. He flopped himself across her curled body, and drifted off to sleep.

The next day Cheese surprised the buffalo and Appleoosans with one more wild shindig, telling them he thought they needed another dose of fun. They all hailed him and partied even harder than they had the day before. During the celebration Little Strongheart danced and frolicked with him, giving him warm looks and winks as they went on. As the sun set the party was sustaining itself under the direction of the buffalo and the Appleoosans.

Little Strongheart gave Cheese a kiss on the cheek as he nodded to her and walked out of town. He flipped on his hat when he had left the town environs, slipped on his poncho and settled Boneless on his back. “Well, Boneless, another town, another party... but a really special one...”