Straw, short for Strawberry. Shorter for Strawberry Picker. A name that had gotten her teased at school, but here it was completely normal.

It had been the most liberating, happy thing, adjusting to life in Ponyville after the whirlwind of events that saw her deposited stark naked in front of Princess Celestia during Day Court. Nobles had been scandalised, conspiracy theorists fainted away from sheer joy of a human of legend, guards had thrown their weight around, and eventually Princess Twilight had been asked to study the new arrival and see if she would fit in well and become a productive member of society.

As soon as she was on her feet, proverbially, things had been going spectacularly well. Her family had been farmers, so she wasn't averse to work, and she'd been taught to never take advantage of others kindness without repayment, so she took to the Ponyville work ethic like a duck to water.

After a good six months she'd even managed to get a fully functional bra out of Rarity, who had the funniest notions of what fashion could do for her curvaceous human. It felt wonderful to not have to wrap herself in cloth every day anymore, and the sudden difference in her apparent size was the fascination of more than a few stallions.

Oh yes, the stallions. There wasn't really a way to get around that fact.

She had been trying, really she had, to get closer with the stallions of her new home town. But there was something so deeply ingrained in her psyche about beastiality that she was having some real issues shaking it.

Luckily there was something that was helping to shake it quicker and quicker by the day. She was, completely, beyond her own control sometimes, horny.

Back home she'd discovered the joys of a boyfriend almost as soon as she was old enough. Backed by the fact that her breasts were C-cup bordering on D by age fourteen, still growing to be frank, and her preferred clothing being the shortest denims and thinnest shirts she could get away with. Boys loved a healthy working girl, even better when she was willing to flaunt what she had and was short enough that it looked almost out of proportion to the rest of her. Sex had been on her mind from the first time she'd found her daddy's porn stash at age fifteen... virginity wasn't a thing she really regretted losing.

Here in Ponyville, though, she was it. Humans didn't exist here, just her, so she'd tried day after day to comfort herself in a way that satisfied like a solid pounding from a man. The longer it went, though, the more attractive those stallions were starting to look.

Then, precisely four weeks ago today, Tuesday, she'd spotted one of the little mares... little, they were easily the size of her if they reared back, same body mass too, likely, but considering they were four-leggers, little. She'd seen the one with the cream coat and curly, pink-and-purple mane trying to sneak into a small side-street near the Spa. Trailing along, the mare was really acting sneaky, she watched her vanish into a door right in the mid-point of the alley.

Now, this wouldn't have been all that odd, ponies went where they wanted, but the way the mare'd been sneaking was just so... odd, that she couldn't help but follow.

Needless to say the box was an eye opener. She'd listened to the dirty sounds of sex for nearly an hour, not constantly, obviously the mare had to wait for different stallions to come along, but there it was, nearly an hour of sex and four climaxes from her own fingers later, that mare had come out of the box stinking of semen and her face dopey from satisfaction, showered in a little cubicle, and left without saying a word to her.

That day was the first time she'd sampled stallion cock. Not sex, just pleasured a couple with her mouth and hands, which seemed to excite them a lot, maybe that had been a mistake since hands were so rare here in Ponyville that her two callers had probably guessed who was in the box... but she couldn't stop.

She was fine with stallions now, beastiality be damned, this was sex the way it was supposed to be! Guilt free, no-strings-attached, and hot as the Princess' Sun.

Today, then, was her seventeenth visit. She obviously didn't go every day, nor was she so horny that she needed to, but the experience was so freeing to her that there'd been no need for any other kind of relationship in her days. Go to work on the farmland, Golden Harvest was a great boss, meet her friends in the afternoon, or for lunch, Fluttershy and Discord were her favourite to visit if she and they had the time, and then it was either home for a meal, reading and bed, or to the box for a solid shafting and then the food, read and bed.

She didn't even try to sneak, to hide herself from the ponies she passed, just breezed on through the market, around the Spa, and in through the door as if she had every right to be there. It was the best way to make ponies ignore you.

The square door, however, was occupied, and the waiting curtain was drawn across it. This didn't, however, stop her from seeing who else was waiting their turn on this side of the curtain.

A young stallion. Well, well... Not many of those came to the box, and it was a shame too, he could be on the receiving end of her hands today, but instead he was taking his turn as a hole himself. At least she knew him, and that could make this interesting...

"Good afternoon, Caramel." The little stallion jumped.

"Ah, Straw! I'm- wouldja- I- uh- I mean-" He panicked and couldn't make a sentence, it was cute.

She giggled and reached out a hand to ruffle his mane affectionately, "You taking a turn?"

"I... yeah..." He hung his head, his face falling and all anticipation for it seemed to be gone. Poor guy, she hadn't meant to make him feel ashamed.

But how to cheer him up? Nopony, and nobody, liked to be outed on their sexuality by another, it was something they should volunteer. But... thinking about it, she knew for a fact that Caramel had used the hole himself. He'd been the one to use it right before she got in last week! Which meant he was open to other ideas too... Oh... this was going to be fun!

"You, uh, wanna go in together?" She offered.

His head jerked up and his eyes stared straight into hers, "T-t-t-t-to-t-t-to-" She pinched her hand over his mouth and gave him an embarrassed look,

"Sorry, if you don't want to, I guess that's fine... Just wanted to know if you were up for it."

Caramel shook his muzzle free with a "No!" Which made her flinch, "I mean, no, I'd just... never thought about going in with somepony else before... how would that even... I... I guess we could try?" His little face was adorable!

"Well, how's about... We open both holes, you pick a side and I'll take the other. But when you want a little action yourself, why don't I help you with that?"

"H-help?" He looked at her a little askance.

"Yeah, he does you, you do me and both of us get to do the one on the other side together!" His eyes lit up a little in genuine curiosity, "Haven't you ever wondered what a mounting a human would be like?"

His eyes roved over her body, so, to tip the scales in her favour, she started to strip for him. The thin top was first, bra second, to let her much-loved chest mountains hang free. Rarity had measured her, and by her own remembered sizing chart she had grown even since coming here, to a rather appreciated E-cup, her toned, petite body making them seem positively enormous. Caramel watched them swing and jiggle like any first-timer, not sure what to do with them, but loving them all the same. Then she stood a little to shimmy her shorts down, the joys of going commando had faded to the simple utility of not having to buy panties after a few months, but now was coming back a little as Caramel took a deep sniff at the suddenly-released aroma.

His cock head had drooped out of his sheath enough to touch the floor, and he'd obviously only just noticed since he jumped a little at the contact. Then he jumped again as the door unlatched and the current occupant made her exit.

"Shall we?" She proposed, scooping her clothes into her shoulder bag and pushing them to one side where they wouldn't be noticed.

"Yeah." He nodded, a little dazed.

She crawled in first, squeezing up into the corner to allow him to enter, then reaching past him to lock the door. Together they slid the holes open and his hoof knocked.

He gasped, obviously seeing somepony he was interested in, and immediately made to switch sides, his hoof nearly scraped her skin in his hurry, but she wiggled around and made room. When she was settled again the stallions made their entrance.

Her side was a cock she knew, pink and brown mottled and belonging to one of the pegasus weather team, but on Caramel's side was a cock of brutal poportions, black and pink with a solid six inches extra length on the one she was moving towards. Brave boy, that Caramel.

Together they began ministering their stallions. She stopped paying attention to Caramel at all as she worked the shaft in front of her. Her hands went to work up and down, rippling along the length in the way that made males groan in pleasure, before shoving her mouth at it and circling the head with her tongue.

A lot of mares liked to suck, apparently, and it was fun, but she liked to lick. She liked to slather spit from one end of a penis to the other and back again, coating each inch, both sides, the top and the bottom alike with shiny, slick saliva. Her hands could then squeeze as she worked up and down, no longer stroking, but pumping from sheath to medial ring with one, ring to head with the other. By alternating speeds and timing, no stallion could resist moaning aloud and trying to thrust, only to find that her uneven rhythm was better than their own.

She jammed her lips onto the head, tongue working all over it, tracing the ridge that would become the flare, probing the hole at the end and exploring the thick taste of pre that welled from within, then back once more to slather the whole length with her dripping mouth, drooling over the smooth, veined length as if trying to dissolve it into her hands.

There was a grunt behind her, knocking her forwards and accidentally grazing her teeth along the shaft, she worried that the stallion would have been hurt, but her lubrication turned the sharp graze into a gliding nibble, pleasure... she'd have to remember that. Behind her, Caramel was turning around, having to lift himself up over her to try and get in position.

This was exactly what she'd been waiting for! She ducked herself against the tile floor and edged sideways until he was forced to step up and over her back, straddling her back and facing the throbbing, dripping penis she'd just left for him. When he then started to slide back, rocking his body, she knew he was forcing that stalagmite of a cock inside himself.

Her back was being moistened too, the top of Caramel's cock was being dragged downwards along her; in a few moments it had slid off and down the crack of her arse. That was her cue, she got to her hands and knees, pushing her body up into his, feeling the warm, sweaty fur of his coat and the tingling slap of his cock jerking up underneath her.

It was a simple matter to lean forwards and reach back, guiding his length to her sopping mess of a hole. It was one thing to visit the box, it was entirely another to have a stallion actually mount her, and it only served to make her drool out of both ends.

Caramel was engrossed, she could feel his body starting to rock as his huge stallion started to pump in and out, but he wasn't being stingy. He was lapping the tip of the stallion she'd left behind, trying to gobble it a little whenever he was pushed towards it by the thrusts in his rear.

She took the chance and braced her hips, waiting for the thrust to push him again, then felt him slip inside, just a little, and press against every sensitive spot that lay within those first few centimeters.

His hoof curled around her barrel and made her shudder... this was a stallion, he held her close, and so she rewarded his gentle embrace by pressing herself down his shaft until he was buried as deep as she could take him. It wasn't as far as she'd like, sadly she just wasn't as deep as pony females, but she knew that a solid chunk of nearly twelve inches of stallion meat was currently being ground into her body by the thrusts of another stallion.

Sliding her knees out a little made it easier, and she started to flex. The thrusts from behind Caramel were getting harder, jolting the cock back and forth inside her and the only thing that kept her from climax right then and there was shifting her balance enough that she could reach forwards and help Caramel out with the other stallion, who was being sorely teased by Caramel's head-only assault.

They rocked together with the thrusts of that huge rod embedded into Caramel, the twinges of pain that she felt at having her cervix prodded soon melded into the pleasure of being so damn full, and her hands gripped the second member in front of her, finding her a-rhythmic pace along the length once more.

The smaller cock started to throb at her ministrations, Caramel's body was being shoved back and forth like a toy as his partner started to really cut loose, and she felt her own climax starting to mount higher and higher, threatening to break through and break her completely.

Tremors ran up the cock in her hands, Caramel latching onto it with his lips and groaning into the head as she watched it swell up and fill his maw. She pulled her hands up the shaft in time with its pulses, trying to milk each spurt as it shot once, twice, three times, four, five... Caramel's lip seal failed and the load started to dribble out of him and down the shaft to her hands. She took one and licked the thick load, savouring the taste of clean stallion semen.

With a gasp, he let go, the stallion pulling free and dragging his softening member out of the hole, which she reached up to close. Now she could really concentrate on what was going on within her. The bigger stallion was thumping long, powerful thrusts against the box, not fast, but so deep and strong inside Caramel that she could feel the stallion's stomach bulging against her back with each one.

In response Caramel's own cock was being jammed again and again inside her depths, pushing and pushing against the barrier she knew shouldn't be pushed, except...

She timed it as best she could and braced back, pushing against the thrust and feeling, with the most painful pleasure she'd ever felt, the head of Caramel's dick drive into her cervix, pushing the folds apart and invading deeper than anything had dared to go since she'd abortively tried tampons.

That was obviously too much for him, he tensed, the flare expanded and she had to stifle her scream with both hands as it did so in that place, before the first... wonderful gout of sperm flushed into her womb. Her orgasm was intense, ripping her hands free and making her nearly slam her head to the ground, before arching her back into Caramel's chest. She tensed all through her body, again and again. But it didn't even start to trail off after those initial spasms, it got stronger.

She couldn't scream anymore, there was no breath, her mouth hung open and her hands flapped like fish against the ground. Spurt after deep spurt gurgled inside her, filling, seeming to inflate her. She pressed a shaking hand to her stomach to see if she really was inflating, only to find that she could feel the length of him through the flesh as it twitched and gushed more scalding liquid into her. She wasn't blowing up like a balloon, no, but the contractions of her muscles were still making her tense and arch again and again.

Her orgasm lasted as long as his did, it seemed, until she heard a knock above them on the box ceiling, and Caramel tensed again, she felt the solid thump of the stallion bottoming out inside her new friend's hole, and heard the long, high-pitched keen as Caramel bit his lip to stop from screaming.

Caramel's cock tensed and twitched yet again, not as deep inside her this time, and the stretching she'd gone through before leaving her only pleasure as it happened again, the flare pried her open and Caramel's second load gushed forth. She kicked her toes against the ground as her own climax juddered her up and down on his pulsing member, she was probably gasping, probably drooling, maybe even laughing a little in the sheer pleasure of this second, whole-body pulsing orgasm.

* * *

She woke up when Caramel started using the shower to try and flush his semen out of her. It was a warm, gentle sensation that brought steady tingles with it, instead of sexual pleasure.

He met her eyes briefly and blushed, placing the shower head down long enough to say "Sorry, Miss Straw, you passed out."

"No trouble," She replied groggily, "thanks for cleaning me up."

He blushed again and went back to rinsing her off.

When they were done, her legs shaking a little, but holding, she pulled her clothes back on and made for the door. Before she left, though, she turned and knelt down next to Caramel, folding her arms around him in a hug.

"We should do this again sometime." She planted a kiss on his muzzle,

"Uh, sure. I'd like that. But... maybe not for a little while, I'm still awful sore." He blushed to the tips of his ears.

"Well, how about the next time that big stud of yours comes to play? We could take turns." She dropped him a wink and ruffled his mane again.

"Now that you can count on." He grinned back.

Author's Note

Hnng... my Caramel... I want to make him mine!

Anyway, enough for now, more later. Catch you then, crazy people!