‘Hey Royal, I know you liked me the most, if you want more of it you could come by here tomorrow at around 12:00 o’clock noon. Sound good?’
-Berry Punch
11:30 he noted, almost time.
He had anticipated all morning what was to be his first truly consensual act of lovemaking, with a pony he had only met yesterday no less. He looked back at the note from yesterday. Despite having discarded it at first, in his anxiousness, he retrieved it again. As he mulled it over, he thought more and more of Berry Punch, specifically her physique. He vividly remembered her mulberry complexion, cerise eyes, mocking voice, and wide seductive smile, but especially that giant, round, plump ass of hers, of which helped him realize he was definitely a rear-end kind of pony. In the hours leading up, his thoughts had not ceased a second of her.
As the time neared to meet her at the shack again, he became increasingly skittish. He felt a certain heat permeate throughout his body and soon a bead of sweat began to run down his face.
Feeling his own liquid crawl down his cheek, it crossed his mind he had yet to take a bath since last morning. Quickly he rushed to the bathroom and turned on the faucet. Looking in a mirror, he appeared sweaty and disheveled. Seeing the water had rose halfway to the brim of the tub, he jump in and washed the perceived filth that he believed had accumulated on him since last seeing her. After finishing and drying himself, he looked to the clock again; apparently he had taken longer than he thought, as it was now 11:45. Gasping, he ran out his door, praying he could remember the route to the shack.
He maneuvered through the late morning streets, his heart beating more rapid in anticipation, lust, and exertive movement.
He reminisced of yesterday, the trap and the three mares he met. He made note of Berry being the sluttiest of the three, and particularly the one that was willing to fuck him again. He imagined what was to come, how the sensuous mulberry mare played him last time, and had him all to herself this time. Memories of the mare's posterior covering his face and smacking his pelvis had given him a rigid erection while walking. Realizing the stiff feeling below, he became extra sub-conscious of other ponies, avoiding them by a few yards, and hoping his hind-legs and tail were doing a good enough job of covering himself. He bit his lower lip in the hope of easing his tension and becoming soft again.
In the flurry of his thoughts, pain and diffidence, he lost tract of his wanderings. Upon realizing he had become lost in the tiny town, nothing in his surroundings resembling the path to the shack, he scurried about, trying to find anything with resemblance to the old path there. The world was caving in on him with every split ticking second being felt in the beat of his heart. Feeling on the brink of despair, he trotted in one direction and came across a familiar bench; it was the bench where he had first encountered her, where she and her friends led him away to his first carnal experience.
Following the path from memory, he walked straightly for a few minutes, then coming by a recognizable three-story building, took a curve to the right past some more familiarly lined structures. He turned to an alleyway and immediately reached the outskirts of Ponyville. In front of him was a roughly made path. Trotting a little on it, he was able to reach the newly made shack in minutes, still just as it looked yesterday.
Gulping and straitening his posture, he went up the small, creaking wooden steps and opened the door. There on a neatly flower patterned bed was the mare he’d been waiting to see.
“You made it!” shouted Berry, “just on time too.”
Looking at the clock on the wall behind her, he saw that it was in fact exactly 12:00 o’ clock.
“So now that you’re here…” Berry moved herself on her side, facing away from Riff, staring back intensively with a seductive grin. “What’d ya want to do?”
His eyes glanced at her rear for a moment, admiring her wide hips and the smooth cheeks that filled between them. It was noticeably larger than most of the mares in Ponyville, large enough for his face to simply sink into, but not too large as to look comical to the rest of her average frame.
Berry, noticing the delight for her derriere, moved onto her belly and lifted up her ample rear, then moved her tail to the side to show him a clear view of her full and filled ass. It was just plump enough to morph around her tailhole and show off the lower part of her glistening pussy.
“You like it?” Berry asked in a lustful manner. Berry swayed her hips slightly and watched amusingly as Riff’s head followed, drooling in his long-yearned fixation. She covered her crevice with her tail again and turned around to face him.
“That can’t be the only thing you like about me,” she said. “Come on, sit down with me.”
Riff approached eagerly, most of the nervousness from earlier being replaced by lecherous desire. He laid down softly on his stomach, feeling the warm, flower patterned sheets below him. He placed his head next to Berry, unknowing of his next move, his uncertainty returned. Berry, seeing his uneasiness, started stroking his hair.
“Tell me sweetie, what else you like about me?” she asked.
Flushed, aroused, and in surprising comfort on the soft sheets, Royal struggled for a response. Just say something, anything, it couldn’t hurt, he thought.
“Uh, y-you have a really nice… cutie mark,” he finally replied.
“Sounds like you’re still thinking about my butt.”
“A-and a pretty face.”
“Oh?”
“And I-I like your attitude.”
“My attitude?” Berry remarked questioningly. “What do you mean?”
“J-just the way you act,” said Riff, tensing and sinking deeper into the bed.
Berry remained silent, continuing to pet the stallion's hair. After a little while of thinking, an almost mischievous-looking grin spread across her face.
“You mean like this?”
She hastily turned around from her original position, her head now beside Riff’s bottom and her hoof lifting up his tail. Riff was taken by surprise as he felt Berry’s warm, wet tongue slide across his balls and onto his pucker. He felt the mare rim his outer edges, plunging into his passage occasionally, working it like a professional. The act was crude and completely unique to Riff, causing a slight shock but also a fill of enjoyment. He rested his head onto Berry’s thigh and bit the sheets in furor.
After having coated his plothole in a layer of saliva, Berry stood up, laid herself down on top of him, and wrapped him in her front hooves.
“How was that?” she asked, nuzzling his neck.
A low grumbling noise was heard from Riff, his voice mostly obscured by the bed sheets. An insatiable lust welled up inside him with the circumstances; the feeling of her entire warm body lying on his back and her muzzle talking directly into his ear, so much so that a slight move of his erection digging in the bed sheets may have caused his release.
“How about returning the favor?” she whispered to him.
He felt his heart jump at the suggestion of licking the mares’ curvy, appetizing flank. So uncouth was the sexual act but so new and riveting that it could not be passed up. A thought crossed him immediately, something he desperately wanted to do.
“O-okay,” Riff muttered. Berry nipped his ear at the response and started to get off him.
“But could you do something for me…?” Riff said, speaking more clearly now, no longer burrowed in the bed sheets. “Please?”
“Yes sweetie?”
“C-could you sit on me? My face I mean.”
Berry gave a quick snort, relaxing her body on him again.
“You liked it when I did that before?”
Riff gave no response, only tightening Berry’s grip on him by squeezing her forelegs.
“Well, let’s get to it,” she said.
Berry gave a quick kiss to Riff’s head and got up above him. Riff turned himself on his back and looked as Berry towered over him, turned around and presented her plot to him, smirking slightly at Riff’s enthrallment. She saw his member was at full attention, and his eyes absolutely fixated on the coming orbs of flesh. In one moderately paced motion, Berry sat herself down atop his face. Riff felt the two cushions envelope him, reminding him of fleshy pillows. He was blinded to everything but the sight of her puckered asshole and dock end of her tail, both less than an inch away from his eyes. Berry shifted herself around, attempting to become comfortable in her new chair, before becoming still and letting him take in what he liked. As Riff moved his muzzle around he grabbed her two buns, squeezed and prodded them in an attempt to engorge his face in more of her ponderous posterior. A faint scent of sweat and muck permeated from her perineum. Closing his eyes, he gave a full sniff and relaxed his body, letting the moment last as long as it could.
“You dirty pig,” said Berry. “You’re supposed to be giving me a rimjob remember?”
Happy to return the treatment from earlier, he moved his face upward until his mouth was in line with her butthole. Sticking his tongue out, he took a slow lick of her wrinkled pucker. Riff’s tongue started exploring in slow circular motions around her ring, getting used to its general texture. The familiar feeling of a painfully hard boner developed, but his mind was too elated to care for the discomfort. It had never occurred to him licking another pony’s plothole could be so heavenly. Finally, after slathering the outside of her anus, he stuck his tongue inside, causing a small huff from Berry, who began masturbating.
Biting her lower lip, Berry began to move up and down, essentially causing Riff to start fucking her with his tongue. Both their movements increased and encouraged each other. The speed picked up until Riff’s tongue was barely hitting her plothole anymore as Berry bounced rhythmically on his face. She let out a pleasured squeal as her orgasm neared before stopping and moving herself to the opposite corner of the bed.
“O-okay, I think we’re ready,” she said, drooling and breathless.
Berry sat down again, spread her legs apart, strings of cum still attached to her hoof as she pulled it away, revealing her winking, gleaming pussy, drenched in marejuices.
In a quick, single motion, Riff leaped to her side of the bed, put his head between her two hind-legs, and began to lap and slither at her cunt. Berry, at first taken by surprise, soon giggled and pushed his head away.
“Aww, I remember when you were so shy.”
Berry looked over his desperate, restless composure, assuring her she was still entirely in control. She shoved him to the wall behind the bed. Seeing Riff heaving, forming beads of sweat that rolled down and off his face, gave Berry the push of eliciting as much out of him as possible. She started by lightly brushing his chest, feeling the traces of bone and muscle through his light grey coat. As her hooves moved delicately downward, she leaned in and kissed him. Soon the two butt-licked tongues slithered and slathered against each other in fervent passion. Berry grasped Riff’s cock, but instead of stroking it, she played with it, poking its tip, lightly tickling its shaft with her short fur, and further driving him in an aroused state of madness.
“P-please, Riff said between several salivated kisses, “this is—hah—so new for me-”
Berry put her hoof on Riff’s mouth and gave him the best reassuring look she could. She wrapped her fore hooves around him again, putting him a tight hug, and picking her lower body up onto his pelvis. In a quick motion she roughly allowed herself to be penetrated with his cock. Berry yelped in pleasure, the two immediately going into another fury of rhythm. Berry’s tight marehood enclosed his cock in a perfect, wet, heat, taking his full length without restraint, the pumping and thrusting consistently bringing them closer to the brink. Within minutes, Berry’s muscles tightened as an orgasmic wave hit her, soon followed by Riff’s own release. Finally, Riff thought, the fairly new, insurmountable feeling rushing through his body again with a mighty and sudden power. Berry, having finished her climax, pulled out just as Riff ejaculated. His semen flew onto Berry’s coat and face in a few quick, successive spurts.
Having achieved what he came for, Royal started to doze off, feeling spent and satisfied.
“Wait just a minute now,” said Berry, “were not done yet.”
Riff opened his eyes to see a disappointed and slightly perturbed looking Berry.
“Tired huh?” she said. “Let me give you some inspiration.”
Berry turned around on all fours again; once more presenting her finely morphed haunches. She gave it a slight jiggle and began sashaying it in front of his face. Watching the sensual, entrancing movements of her corpulent anterior caused Riff to snap back to full focus again.
“I knew that’d work,” said Berry, “come on, stick it in, you’re pretty lubed up already.”
Slightly sluggishly, he got up again. Mounting her on the bed, he started to slowly push his way back into her muff.
“Not there,” she said, “my ass.”
An extraordinary, primal feeling lurched in Riff’s lower regions again, he recognized it, but something else was rising, not just lust, but a supreme gratitude for the cerise mare in front of him. In great enthusiasm, he realigned his cock to where he assumed her asshole to be, but to make sure; he pushed her two full cheeks apart to get a clear view of her nether regions. Biting his tongue is anticipation; he inserted his member with fair ease. Berry’s pucker dilated while taking in the tip of his prick, purposely tightening itself the further he went in. A soft moan escaped Riff’s mouth, and in blissful confidence, he slid his way out and in again. Soon he was bucking his hips in zeal, pushed on by the arduous screams of Berry and the stupendous squeezing sensation of her anal walls. In time, Berry let out one final loud moan before spewing her juices onto Riff’s hind legs. Holding his breath, Riff spilled his own seed into her tight, roundaceous, rump-hole.
Finished banging the berry mares backdoor, Riff collapsed again on the bed, his muscles burning and his lungs aching.
“N-nice job there stud,” said Berry, panting; then giving the satisfied stallion a wink.
Riff awoke to a familiar wooden ceiling. The blaring light through the window appeared to indicate it was sometime mid-afternoon. He began to shuffle around but found there was something soft on his chest. Looking down he saw the raspberry hair of Berry, who had taken notice of his awakening and began to shuffle herself.
Soon the two were off each other and on separate sides of the bed, stretching and reminiscing of what had transpired. Berry looked at Riff in delight, as nimble as he was; he was a fun thing to play with.
Berry slumped over and onto the stallions lap; Riff lightly held her with one hoof and started massaging her with the other.
“We have all day,” Berry began, “why don’t we come back to my place? I’ve got a few good drinks... okay, a lot of good drinks, also some instruments and vinyl, y’know, stuff you’re into.” She flipped over on her back, now facing Riff. “It’ll be fun, and we could fuck like rabid dogs all night, any way you want it, maybe I’ll even get my friends over again.”
Royal thought it over, putting his hoof to his chin, and in a split second answered, “Sure!”
Berry smiled and gave a quick peck on his chin. The two got off the bed and approached the wooden door out.
“B-Berry,” began Royal while stepping out, “I-I just haven’t felt this way before, about anything. I-I don’t know but, I think I love you.”
Berry giggled. “No you don’t,” she said lightly, closing the door behind her.
