A Little Cream for a Lotta Coco

A Little Cream for a Lotta Coco

Chapter 15: Take It Slow

The weight of her façade crashing down was as heavy as Black Forest’s gut on top of her. After a few seconds of struggling, she managed to catch her breath, labored as it was. With just enough room, she peeked over the big belly above her and saw Black Forest watching her, smirking placidly at her.

How long has she known?

She must’ve known as soon as she met me!

That can’t be the case. Fanny doesn’t know… does she?

If she does, then does that mean that Coco…

“Well, Photo Finish?” Black Forest teased from above, squeezing the sides of her tummy to push her bellybutton against Finish’s snout. “I’m waiting.”

What should I do?

You heard her! She demands that you worship her belly!

But—

Isn’t this what you want?

Of course, but—

Isn’t this what you’ve fantasized about for years?

Yes, but—

And isn’t this what you’ve wanted to do to Coco for months?

C-Coco.

And now Black Forest, the Baroness of Bellies herself has given herself to you! What are you waiting for? Seize her!

And then, seeing Black Forest grinning down at her, just waiting for her to take her, gave her strength. The fact that her breathing and muscles were crushed were replaced by a deep tingling in her hooves and tongue, and a burning in her marehood. In a split second, she hoisted Black Forest off of her and pinned her on the other side of the couch.

“Mmm.” Black Forest put her hoof on Finish’s head. “There we go. My belly felt so much pent-up energy underneath me. Give it to me, dear.”

“You want worship, Baroness?” Finish pinned her legs down all around Black Forest, caging her, and securing herself on top. “I will give you worship the likes of which you have never seen!” She began humping the belly underneath her.

“Ooh, oh? Oh, yes, oh yes!” Black Forest moaned.

That spurred Finish onwards. She humped faster, rocking the belly back and forth as much as she could. The bottom of the gut slapped against her thighs, then drooped up to rub against her backside, right underneath her nethers. She began alternating between slapping the belly like she would Fanny’s big, fat rump, and shoving her whole hoof in Black Forest’s bellybutton and thrusting it in and out, and then peppering all around with wild, sloppy kisses.

“Adventurous,” Black Forest mused as she massaged her belly. “I like that.”

Finish threw her head back and emitted a guttural moan, and in an instant she was hit by the most powerful orgasms she had ever felt. Orgasm after orgasm rocked her as much as Black Forest’s belly did. The belly wobbled underneath her, threatening to throw her off if she didn’t keep her balance. And after it was all done, she slumped over, sweating like a work-stallion and panting atop the mighty beast.

“There we go.” Black Forest reached up and stroked her cheek. “You feeling better?”

“Nnnnghuh.” Finish leaned into her hoof. “Y—yuh-huh.”

“How long have you been waiting to do that?”

“S-since I first laid eyes on you.”

“Mmhmm.” The big beautiful mare lifted herself up, jostling Finish enough for the spent mare to fall back. “You certainly gave her a ride there,” she said, rubbing her belly. “I had expected you to last longer, to be honest, but I suppose it was your first time, ja?”

Finish couldn’t help but blush. “Yes. Well, first time…”

“With another pony?”

“Ja.” Finish shook her head. “Still, I did not think it would be that short.”

“Or rough.” Black Forest lifted her gut up, and Finish could see the hoofmarks all around. “I’ve never had a pony go that wildly on her. In that regard, you were certainly more than I thought you would be.

“But still,” she continued. “I must ask: why would somepony of your social status, who comingles with the upper echelon of the social milieu, who works with stunning, svente models, have any interest in a pony of girth such as myself or Coco Pommel?”

By this question Finish had finally regained her composure and, raising herself from the cum-soaked sofa, began to speak. “I did not think it would end up like this. But when I had first started out as a photographer, I had picked up every magazine I could for influence. I wanted to know everything. And, one day, when I went into a more...erotic place, I found it: Blubber Lovers.”

“Ah,” Black Forest said, nodding at her. “Let’s get a washcloth for your sofa, my dear.”

“Hmm?” Finish looked back at the couch, and caught a glimpse of the cum drying. “Oh, right!”

“Which issue did you read first, if you don’t mind my asking?”

“The one where you were in a snowy cabin, drinking whiskey and patting your belly.”

“Oh!” Black Forest cried with mirth. “My first photo shoot! I must say, I’ve grown rather distant from whiskey since then. I prefer wines, rums and sweeter beverages. But that was a time… a dark time.”

Finish looked back in confusion as she wetted a cloth. “Dangerous?”

“I had been as reclusive as I could remember back then,” Black Forest began wistfully. “I don’t want to get too much into it, but I’ll just say that cultivating this big belly of mine was the most liberating thing I’ve ever done. I wouldn’t want to be skinny even when I’m to retire from Blubber Lovers.”

Finish didn’t say anything. She just let the thought play out in her mind, and the silence linger as she scrubbed the couch free of her cum.

“But that was a while ago,” Black Forest continued after some time. “And now I’m in the company of big, fat mares that have helped me through some tough times. And I’ve met Coco Pommel, as well, and you, a deviant like the rest of us. And I’ve got a chance to see you two become a couple.”

Finish stopped. “I am not sure that will happen.”

Black Forest shrugged. “It may, or it may not. Your stunt last night certainly didn’t help your case, but your checking on her, and standing up to Fanny like you did, definitely shows that you care. Plus, you can screw pretty well with some practice and restraint.”

“But I thought you said you liked it!”

“I did. But Coco definitely wouldn’t.”

Finish rinsed the cloth and set it into the hamper with a huff. “You think so?”

“I know so.” She put her hoof on Finish’s wither. “Trust me, French Vanilla is the same way. They wouldn’t like it rough.”

Finish paused to consider this. “I, er… I thank you for this information.”

“Of course.” Black Forest said, looking back at her. “You have got a lot to learn before you’ll win Coco’s heart, I feel.”

Finish stared down at the couch where they had done their deed. I’ve already put in so much work. I know I had a major setback last night, but I have learned my lesson. I can treat her right. Black Forest doesn’t know how I treat her at all!

She turned to say something to the larger mare, but she was gone. “Black Forest?” she called. Then she caught sight of a dark figure out her window, walking down her walkway and out of her property. “But what if she is right?”

She began to meander up the stairs, feeling a new kind of weight on top of her. “What if I am not ready to woo Coco? What if I mess up again?”

Listen to yourself. It sounds like you’re giving up.

No. I am too attached to Coco to give up now. I know what I must not do. I must now figure out what I must do. She went into her room. Tomorrow is a new day.

That’s the spirit.

Yeah. And yet as she laid down, she felt Black Forest’s doubt stretch out over her body, and pin her down as if the mare herself was there. I will figure it out somehow.

The next day, Finish hopped out of bed and landed deftly on her hooves. “I, Photo Finish, am ready to start the day!”

Her morning routine was as lively as it usually was, with her usual coffee and breakfast. She did herself up in the bathroom with the same vim and vigor that she would muster on a normal day, and she ended up looking fresh. Her mind was clear and focused… more than focused. Something was broiling inside of her, something that wanted to be let loose.

Not yet.

She left her home quickly, with her notebag and other personal items with her. She had let this whole thing go on for too long, and it was time for her to reclaim her person and her status. She was Photo Finish, after all, and she was in control. This situation wouldn’t control her, she would seize this whole thing in her reins and set it all straight.

Before going into work, she decided to stop by Ginger’s Bakery once again, in the hope of catching Coco Pommel there. “Hopefully she isn’t too sick to get herself a snack.” She rushed inside and took her place in the line. There were quite a few ponies, some of whom gawked at her, others of whom waved at her in a friendly manner, and others who outright ignored her. But there was no Coco Pommel at this time. She looked around the bakery, and there was no sign of her around.

“Oh, well.” Finish looked at the treats inside of the display case. “At least now I can figure out what to buy her without having to worry about ponies spying on me.”

Doesn’t she have an entire tiramisu to eat?

Yes, but a little more wouldn’t hurt.

Not to mention, it would be a blessing to her figure.

Yes, that too.

It took a while before she got up to the front, and she had grown somewhat impatient. It didn’t seem like anypony else had noticed, and she counted herself as lucky for that. She also considered it a good thing that she was impatient; that meant that her mind was in the right place. When she got to the front, she recognized the pony in front of her.

“Good morning, Ginger Snap!” she greeted the barista.

The mare jumped as she recognized her. “Oh stars alive! You’re back!”

“Of course I am back! Why would I not be, after last time’s service?”

Ginger blushed. “Oh, now don’t go getting me like that. I’m only doing my job.”

“Speaking of job,” Finish continued, “I am looking for a treat to give to Miss Pommel today.”

“Ooh! She was in here this morning--”

“What?” Finish leaned over the counter. “You mean I missed her?”

“Sure did! She was on her way to work, and wanted me to see this beautiful cake she got yesterday. She said it was from you.”

Finish nodded and adjusted her goggles. “Yes, the tiramisu.”

“Yeah, that.” Ginger looked behind Finish. “Listen, I would love to continue talking to you, but there’s a line forming behind you.”

Finish looked back to see a few ponies eyeing her. “Oh, right.” She named her special coffee and waited for Ginger to ring her up.

“What about that treat?”

“Huh?”

“For Coco!” Ginger scratched her cheek. “I know most ponies wouldn’t agree, but you know the saying: a big girl’s gotta eat, right?”

Finish forgot to control her emotions, and a grin formed. “Yes. A big mare’s gotta eat.” And eat and eat and eat.

“You okay there, darling?”

Finish snapped out of it. “Yes, I am fine. Give me a dozen cinnamon rolls.”

“Cinnamon rolls again?”

Finish glared at her. “Is there a problem with that?”

“Hey, don’t mind me. It’s just that, usually Coco likes to mix it up, and…”

“Does she?”

“Yeah, she doesn’t like having anything the same multiple times. She would choose something else. But you know, she is your employee, and she wouldn’t object, I’m sure.”

“Oh.” Finish thought for a moment. “Then in that case, may I have a dozen raspberry danishes?”

“Of course! But you don’t need to change just for Coco. I know that maybe a dozen cinnamon buns and a single danish would be appreciated. I could also throw in a danish for Coco as well.”

Finish was getting annoyed by her chattering. “May I have a dozen of each?”

“Oh, but--”

“That is my final request.”

Ginger’s eyes shot wide open. “O-of course!”

Finish paid for her food and coffee, and waited. While it took the staff a while to make everything, Finish watched outside for any sign of Coco returning. But there was nothing; Coco didn’t come. She got her food and beverage balanced it perfectly on her back and in her hoof, thanked Ginger greatly (which prompted a lot of attention from the other ponies, and some more orders flying off of the shelves) and took her leave.

The walk to work was quick, but not lacking in attention. Ponies who knew the eccentric Photo Finish would oftentimes watch her to see what crazy idea she would bring with her to work. They all no doubt smelled the food on her, and sweet baked food at that, which wasn’t something she was associated with. She gave them all a warm smile, perhaps fueled by the sugar or the coffee, and went on her way. She counted herself lucky that she could get away with these sorts of actions, and that the ponies around her were understanding enough of her to encourage her to continue.

When she got to work, everypony that was already there instantly looked up at the smell of food. They gawked at the amount on her back, and immediately went to take it off of her back. Once they did, Finish immediately began looking for Coco.

Finding her wasn’t difficult, as she was just at her regular station, but she was truly a sight to behold. She was facing away from Finish, so Finish got a very good long look at her. She was not as round, but she surely was fatter than before. Her rump stuck out a few centimeters more, enough to sag and form the beginnings of a square at the bottom. Her belly, though not as large as Black Forest’s, hung bulbous underneath her, enough to press up against her thighs. She was turning into a hefty mare, and Finish struggled to take her eyes off of her. After a while, she knew that she had to stop, lest the others around her get suspicious.

“C-Coco!”

The fat mare turned to her. “Oh, Photo Finish!” she smiled, and Finish took note of the thicker dimples she had. “How nice to see you!”

“I am glad to see that you are better!” Finish trotted up towards her, barely noticing a unicorn levitating the boxes from her back to set on a table. “You certainly look healthy.”

“Yep, and I feel a lot better.” Coco sighed. “I’ve cut back on the food a bit, and I think that’s helping.”

“How ni—” She stopped. “Cut back? Did you skip breakfast?”

Coco nodded. “Yes. I don’t think that I can handle a lot of food right now.”

Finish clenched her jaw. Remember, she just got over being sick. No need to push it. “Just be careful, okay? It is dangerous not to eat.”

“Yes, Photo Finish.” Coco sighed and looked back at her table. “I should get back to it.”

“Yes,” Finish agreed with a level voice. “And I must get back to my own work.” With that, Finish walked to her office, cool as she could be.

But once she reached her door and closed it, she began to pace around. This is not a good start to my redemption!

Patience, Photo Finish. You need to be patient. Now, Coco Pommel doesn’t need to be rushed.

You are right. I don’t need to rush her at this time. I will have her, but I will do so smartly.
She remained in her office in silence until the time to work started.

Work proceeded oddly. Finish knew that something was off. Maybe it was—no, it had to be something with Coco Pommel. She kept a careful eye on her throughout the day, but noticed that she did nothing wrong. She didn’t grumble about a lack of food, nor did she look sick. She looked fine, and worked just fine as well.

Maybe you’re just going crazy.

Oh, hush!

By lunchtime, Finish was mentally irritated. As everypony walked over to the fridge, Finish stayed back and watched Coco. But it seemed as though Coco wanted to keep an eye on her as well, and whenever their eyes were close to meeting, she would look away. After three times of this, she decided to look at the clothing instead.

But soon after, she heard a commotion at the fridge.

“Wow, is that a whole tiramisu?”

“Yes, it is.”

“Can I have some?”

Finish’s ears perked up in anger.

“Me too!”

“Me three!”

“Of course!”

Finish turned and prepared to yell at them. No, that’s her tiramisu!

Stop!

What is it now?

You can’t make a scene.

She slowed down and took a moment to take the situation in. There Coco was, making other ponies happy giving out her tiramisu to others. You know… you’re right. She wouldn’t be able to eat all of that in a sitting. We don’t want a repeat of last time.

“Miss Finish?”

She blinked, and saw Coco standing in front of her. “Coco! What a nice surprise.”

Coco raised a brow. “Surprise?”

“What is it?”

“Oh, um… would you like a piece of tiramisu?”

Finish looked down to see a plate of cake sitting in front of her, balanced on Coco’s hoof. “Oh, would you save that for later? It is a bit too much for me to eat in a short amount of time.”

Coco smiled. “I understand. But, may I ask you something?”

“Of course.”

“I still have a piece of tiramisu for myself.” Coco pointed back and showed a quarter of the tiramisu left. “I was wondering, since you want research on it, if maybe… you and I could eat together, alone, while we discuss it?”

Finish’s heart drummed within her. What did she just ask?

“If you don’t mind, that is.”

“Oh, of course I do not mind! Come on over to my—I mean I will come over to your—no wait—”

Coco put a hoof on her wither. “Why don’t we try it after work, when everypony goes home?”

Finish took a lot of willpower to control her breathing. “Yes, that will work.” Yes, Coco Pommel, and I will show you that I can treat you right, my darling!