Roses And Thorns

I walked back into the den, left to wipe spit from my eyes as I stepped towards Cork. "Cork...why do they hate me?"

Cork looked up, his hooves bright red. "Because you're different...."

I wiped my sleeve off on my hip. "Eeuugh. I don't think your sister is gonna make it tonight." I walked over to him and sat on the floor. "I thought that was her...just another pony to yell at me." I held my hand up. "Is it because I bought a house instead of a hut? I mean, come on!"

Cork whistled softly. "Um...no, they'd probably burn a hut down." He scratched at the carpet. "Also, I do kinda like my hooves like this. It's growing on me."

I sighed loudly and laid down on the floor. "Cool. Is it because I'm a pervert? Or...the cartoon thing? I know I'm kinda weird at first, but I managed to get Blueblood to stick around." I crossed my arms. "And you're here."

"I'm here because you're beautiful." Cork walked over and stood over my head. "And I think you could be nice...and, you know, guilt from the spitting thing." He scratched at the carpet next to my head. "So, they just spit at you and left?"

I sighed loudly. "Drive by spitting.... I mean it's not like they're trying to kill me, it's just making me slowly want to kill myself." I rubbed my face, my eyes burning lightly. "I don't know what I did to piss them off!"

Cork cringed and cocked his head. "Well...you did buy a gun."

"After your village friends started spitting at me!" I rolled onto my stomach and got onto all fours. "Seriously! The worst thing I did that day was acidentally close a door on someone's head!"

Cork leaned back. "Why!?"

I felt my cheeks heat up. "I was.... I was in the bathroom--"

Cork's eyes flattened out. "You didn't lock the door?"

I turned away from his rough gaze. "I forgot. I was in a hurry, I had a vibrator inside me, it was a long day and I just.... Look, stuff happens, I'm not a perfect person on bad days, and I enjoy busting Blueblood's nads over an anvil. Okay?"

Cork rolled his eyes and laid down, belly facing me. "Sure. And mine apparently--"

"You came into my house and begged me to stay! After spitting at me!" I rolled back onto my ass and laid my head across his side. "You know exactly what you did."

Cork leaned his head around to face me. "I brought you flowers and said sorry!"

"You ripped them out of my garden!" I elbowed his stomach. "You lied about having no place to go!" I shifted around until I was laid neatly on his side, his hooves surrounding either side of me, forelegs and backlegs on opposite sides of my head. "And you keep looking at my toes!" I curled my legs up under me.

Cork sputtered a bit. "I do did that! ... I did do that, I mean." He shook his head. "Ugh, that paint stuff is giving me a headache."

"Too bad. I'm not moving." I wiggled around until I sank into place. "You're a pillow, try to move and I'll...I don't know, sounding sounds like fun."

Cork looked down at me. "What's sounding?"

I took a deep breath, slowly letting it slip past my lips. "The worst pain your will feel followed by the best orgasm of your life."

Cork jerked in place. "What?"

I shook my head. "I'll show you later...maybe tomorrow." I leaned against his belly fully. "God you're warm." I turned my head until my ears were pressed against his tender underside and left to steal his warm.

Cork wiggled around and stretched his legs. "Right, but now what?"

I licked my lips. "Like I said, I don't think your sister is going to get here today."

Cork licked his lips. "So.... I uh...."

"If you ask me for sex you're going to get something put somewhere unpleasant." I opened my eyes into a narrow glare. "Now is not really the time."

Cork huffed. "I'm sure you could--"

I sat upright. "Are you serious right now? How old are--"

"Twenty." He looked down at me with a frown. "Only twenty."

I cocked an eyebrow. "You know you're going to whimper if we do this, right? And it's not really going to last if this is all you want." I looked towards the window. "I do want something more one day, someone who will go with me on walks and--"

"You don't think I would do that?" Cork smiled at me. "I would do that in a second."

I sat upright. "You're trying to get laid pretty hardcore."

Cork laughed gently. "I know.... But I'd totally--"

I stood up and looked towards the window. "You take me camping in the woods, I help you tonight. Deal?"

Cork sat upright. "Uh, I don't think that's the best idea right now."

I turned to him with a scowl. "I'll call Blue, your sister will be here, they can watch the house. I really just need to get away right now. I can't work locked up like this."

Cork's eyes fell into a soft gaze upon my face. "Aye...I suppose. Means a lot to you?"

I let out a long breath. "I used to live in upstate New York. It was nice, if a little red neck. I miss it, and I thought this would be kinda close."

Cork bit his lip. "Then I'll take you, no bargains." He looked towards the window. "If you really want, I could take you somewhere quiet."

I took a deep breath and watched as droplets hit the glass window, the vast walled in garden of the back yard grew lush and damp as the rain started. "I want to draw again, I wanna mess with Blueblood again, I want things to be normal again." I rubbed my arm. "You promise me no one will follow me, or try to hurt me?"

Cork stood up. "Well, they do, I'm a big pony." He stomped his hoof and thrust his chest out. "Right?"

I smiled down at him. "Sure." I looked off towards my luggage. "Go find a towel...from the bathroom." I walked over and started taking my shirt off. "Leave my stuff hanging...it's sorta washed so just leave it."

Cork coughed into his hoof. "Why do I need a towel?"

I reached down into my bag and pulled out a few things. A dragon tongue molded dildo found it's way into my hand along with one latex glove. I turned to him and kissed the tip of the dragon tongue. "I think you'll figure it out."

Cork flopped down, hanging under his belly. "Uh.... Twoel-- towle-- sheet." He turned away and limped off, her back leg lifted off the ground with each step.

I laughed and shook my head. "Oh geez...I hope he moans." I pulled the glove on and stretched my fingers. "I can only hope."