Trees Topped With Cherries

by Harp's'ong

Rating: mature
Tags: Other, Romance, Original Character, Sex, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic
Length: 2682

Cherry Pop has a special talent for stallions. HIS NAME'S SO CLEVER

MY BLOG POST IS A TOTAL LIE! I'M A SHAM! I've got one more, very ambitious story in store to be released the date of tumblr's pony prom, along with this one. After that, we'll see if I ever write ponies again.

Dear friend and fellow author Butterscotch Cream challenged me to write this using the bg pony formally named Carmano. I ditched the name, and made my own story with said pony. Didn't really expect to write this but OH WELL

First time I've written romantic HAPPY clop, we'll see how that goes...

Published 2012-04-16 05:34:01 UTC
Last updated 2012-04-16 05:34:01 UTC

Trees Topped With Cherries

Storms had a way of rushing in a roll of cloud. Out in the frontier the pegasi couldn’t catch or control all the fronts, and some slipped through, boiled into something big with mean anvil caps and thunderheads. First came the gust vanguarding the rain, blew the dust in your eyes and rocked some of the less sturdy buildings in Appleoosa.

I watched it from under the orchard. Panting and wanting it to blow east of us. An oak-bark brown unicorn lied on his back in a patch of grass. His left eye squinted close to shield from dust and the wind blowing his green mane back. He had a hickey on his neck, a sweet little thing I just left him, not the only souvenir I planned, either. But this storm… it’d hit soon.

“Ch-Cherry?” my partner breathed.

I glanced at him and said, “We need to find shelter.” Tree Top nodded and rolled himself over onto his stomach. He stood and I took the chance to admire the twig cutie-mark on his flank and the trio of buds set to bloom on it. His coat there was a little roughed up from where I slapped it earlier.

We were a ways outside of town. The scent of freshly upturned dirt reached us. Rain coming close, wouldn’t be long now. A crack of thunder shook my head loose of its admirations.

“Thank goodness we didn’t get farther,” I said.

“I imagine it would’ve been awfully hard to gallop back otherwise, waddling around like I broke my tailbone.”

“I promise it won’t be that bad.”

He nuzzled my cheek. “I know, I trust you.” He took a step back and said, “That farmhouse they’ve been building isn’t far from here.”

I glanced to the north and spotted the looming shape of the building he mentioned. “You sure about that? I know not all the nails have been hammered into that one.”

He flipped his mane out of his eyes, looked directly at mine with that warm hazel. “You trust me, don’t you?”

I smirked. “I see what game you’re playing.”

The first drop of rain tapped my pelt.

“Race you!” Tree Top said before he broke into a canter for the house. I chased him, when I got close to his tail he sped into a full gallop. The two of us ran while the rain began coming down. Thick drops big enough to bend a lily backwards if they hit right. The boughs of the trees above rocked with the wind and a premature apple fell off. The clouds quickly wrapped the sun in their embrace, but a gout of lightning lit up the sky brighter than Celestia ever could. Thunder boomed, my heart raced a little faster.

And we were at the farmhouse, still not painted and not even a front door attached yet. I leapt through the doorway right after Tree Top. I blew out a sigh and slumped against an exposed support beam.

“Woo—hey!”

Tree Top had been whipping his head back and forth to shake water off his face and mane. He splashed me and beamed. “Sorry, were you wanting me to shake something else?”

I rolled my eyes. “Some big flirt you are.” I tapped a hoof against the floor. “Three weeks ago you were quivering more than this place when I first kissed you.” Another crack of thunder, the windows rattled.

Tree Top took a few steps to me. His horn glowed before a shower of warmth poured off it and basked my muzzle when his head came close. It was dim in there, with the light it closed my pupils and made the whole house seem darker. He whispered, “You know why I wanted to come here right?” A knot swelled in my throat at his tone. His muzzle drifted past mine and he nipped my ear. His warm breath flushed it: “I didn’t want anyone else to be around for this.” The role of seducer got me short of breath again. Tree Top played it well, even if I could see the back half of him trembling. Impressive how he could hold back his nerves like that—

Lightning bloomed outside the door, lit up the house. Tree Top squeaked and bounded around me, shielding himself from the door. I laughed.

“Hahaha—wha-what was that?”

“It took me by surprise, okay!”

I faced him and quirked a brow. “High-strung?”

“No!”

“Really?” I flicked his horn with my hoof and the light spluttered and died. He flinched away and I said, “I don’t think I’ve ever had an easier time breaking your concentration.”

I could hear his furious blush. “Sh-shut up! Mister high and mighty! Oh my name’s Cherry Pop, you can guess what that means, hur-hur.”

I frowned. “You okay, Tree Top?”

“I’m nervous, okay? Gosh, maybe it’s not a big deal to you, but I really like you and I wanted this to be special. It only happens once right? And all last night, when we made our plans, all I could think about was how warm the sunshine would be, the gentle breeze…” his voice dropped, “the smell and feel of you…” He turned his back on me. “But now there’s just this dumb storm and—” Lightning flashed again, this time somewhere over the house. When thunder smacked its anvil Tree Top yelped and stumbled backward into me. I caught him with my forelegs and fell back on my haunches. He started sobbing.

“Sh-sh-sh,” I cooed.

“I just wanted something special,” he hooked his hoof with mine, “For us and… I’m sorry, I’m just so frustrated.”

I rubbed noses with him, his head tilted back and his horn grazing my shoulder. “What makes it special for me, is that it’s you, you know…” And I pressed my lips to his. The motion caught him off guard, his whole body gave an adorable little shudder and he moaned. So nervous. My tongue pressed into his mouth and tasted him. His eyes shut and he surrendered to the moment. When the lightning and thunder crashed again this time there was no fear.

I let him rest against my barrel, careful of the smaller unicorn’s horn while my forehoof slid across his front. When it grazed over his sheath Tree Top’s hips jerked forward a little. Already I could feel the firmness beneath, swelling until his cockhead poked free. I broke the kiss and slid back on my haunch gently lying him on the floor. He stared at me with his eyes half-lidded, the light to his hazel had dimmed in a haze. I laid down beside him, my flank next to his head. I glanced over my shoulder while my forehoof continued to stroke his sheath.

“Relax…” I whispered before I bent my muzzle down. I tasted him, stroked my tongue in a broad swathe over his exposed shaft. Tree Top gasped while I went to work with gentle ministrations. I focused at his base licking his flesh as more and more filed out. When I felt his medial ring brush against my nose I nipped it and got a cute little squeak from the unicorn. After that I stuck muzzle against his sheath and forced my tongue into his sheath. The taste of his musk and salt became so pungent it made my eyes water. Tree Top groaned and buried his face into my flank.

“Celestia… buck.”

I retreated and appraised my handy work. In the dim light I could still see his throbbing shaft, when lightning broke again I spotted pre drizzling from the tip. I licked up the side, scooting backwards as I did to get a better reach. The salt of his flesh and the firmness beneath, his whole body already trembled. Poor thing would not last.

I rolled my hips over to give my semi-hard cock some air, not even thinking about the organ until I heard Tree Top moan and felt his tongue lapping at it. I grunted and found his desperate need to please me all the more encouraging. I let him go at it, taking my time to swirl my tongue down the length of his shaft. Once… twice… Tree Top bucked his hips. I felt his lips wrap around my head and I grit my teeth. “Tha-that’s a good unicorn. You like the taste of that don’t you?”

I heard a very enthusiastic if choked, “Mhmm!” He had worked more than just the head in his mouth, and was beginning a very eager suction. It almost made me forget my work, but I wasn’t about to let the virgin take me before I took him.

I propped his hot prick into the air with my forehoof and kissed the head. Tree Top froze when I opened my muzzle and let the crown slide over my tongue. He jerked forward, his head dragging over the roof of my mouth and smearing his pre. He tried to moan around my cock, the vibration sweet enough to make me squint. His tail was snapping against the ground. His breath picked back up as I closed my lips around him. I began tonguing his crown as it flared, feeling that swell made me eager. I sucked hard.

Tree Top did not disappoint. He yelped, muffled by my meat in his mouth. His cock twitched and with an excellent throb his seed shot down the back of my mouth. I drew his frothing head back to the tip of my muzzle, allowing him to unload into me. The taste of seed jerking a string of pre out of me. Eventually the flow stopped. I shuffled around and faced him, cupping the dazed unicorn’s head with my foreleg and raising it off the floor. He met my gaze and I forced my muzzle into his, pressing my tongue into his mouth and exchanging his seed. Tree Top moaned and swallowed obediently, I felt his forelegs wrap around me and pull me closer. He took all of it and then entangled his tongue with mine, working his head around to kiss me deeper.

I relented from the kiss and raised my head, looking down at him. His body glistened with sweat. For a moment there was the sound of the rain, the wind, and our ragged breath. Thunder grumbled from a ways away. I asked him, “Ready for the next part?”

He nodded, his breathing picked up again.

I nuzzled his cheek and whispered, “Just remember the spell I had you learn. If you can keep it up, it won’t be bad at all, alright?”

He swallowed the knot in his throat. I licked his cheek and stood, smirking when his eyes honed onto my swaying, erect member. He gulped again and rolled himself over and propped his flank into the air, his horn glowing as a magical sheath closed over my tool. It would rid the initial penetration of most of the friction.

I reared up and rested my barrel over his back. He gasped as my weight pressed against him and my forehooves closed around his ribs. I rubbed my prick against tight flank, his cheeks flexed together before I shoved them apart and smeared my pre over his tailhole. I took a deep breath and enjoyed the smell of the rain mingling with the smell of a stallion in a rut. My cock throbbed. I flared my nostrils and nipped his ear.

“W-what are you-you waiting for?” Tree Top asked.

“Just relishing…”

“Re-relishing what?”

“The moment…” I thrust forward, forcing a single press and spreading his ring of muscle around my head. It was enveloped in his warmth and his body reacted, pinching down on me. Tree Top groaned.

“Ahhh-ahh… oh… Celestia!”

I licked the back of his neck, waiting for him to relax again. “You okay, hon?”

His voice came through strained: “How… ah-ha, how big are you?”

I chuckled a little. “Just focus on keeping that spell up. Forget about what I’m doing back here for a minute.”

“It hurts!”

“I told you it would,” I said gently into his ear. “But it gets better… promise.”

Tree Top nickered. “Al-alright… I trust you, Cherry.”

For myself, the tightness and warmth of his insides was almost unbearable. I fought with the urge of rutting him there, my lust growing and my loins stirring with need. We both took deep breaths and I began pressing farther inside of him. He took it better than I expected. Aside from a few grunts he kept his teeth clenched while I slowly spread him. When I my medial ring hit him I paused and asked, “How you holding up?”

For a moment he didn’t answer. I flexed my rod inside of him and it got his attention. He squeezed around me and said, “Good… good I think. It doesn’t burn anymore… I just feel full.”

“That’s what I was waiting to hear.”

I slid back and with a grunt plowed forward, forcing my ring past him and burying my cock to the hilt. Tree Top released a girlish yelp. His tightness made me clench my jaw, I had to resist biting down on his shoulder while a jet of pre shot from my aching shaft. I couldn’t take it anymore.

“Hope you’re ready to get bucked like a mare in heat,” I snarled before I snatched a wad of his mane between my teeth and tugged. He cried out while I yanked back to my head before pistoning in, mashing his flank against my hip, my nuts swinging forward and slapping his. I began working him in long, full strokes. Smack… smack… smack…

I knew he loved it. When I pulled back he tried to clench down, keep me from leaving him with that empty feeling before I speared forward, filling him again, my cockhead grinding against his deepest insides, my medial ring stroking his prostate. Tree Top moaned like a mare, he lost his focus on his spell and no longer had his magic to protect him. It didn’t matter now. He was good and loosened up.

I quickened my pace, doing what stallions did best. Dragging my rod out his tailhole before it disappeared back inside. His knees wobbled. He kept crying out with the most delicious exclamations.

“Make—make me yours!” he begged. “Oh goddess… yes!” Tears sprung to his eyes, I saw them glistening when lighting flashed, his tongue had lolled out his mouth as I continued bucking him. He was gone, lost in a storm of pleasure, his conscious as obscured as the farmhouse where I claimed him. And I did, my thrust became shorter as my head flared. I worked my ring in and out of his anus. He moaned long and low, he could feel me getting close. Began begging me to finish inside of him.

I didn’t need any incentive. I dragged myself to the apex of my flare, and hilted myself one last time before my dick spasmed. I shut my eyes and rode my orgasm while I felt him clench, squeeze, and try to milk every last ribbon of my seed from me. I felt his muzzle brushing against mine. I released his mane and met his lips. Our tongues entwined while I made him mine.

The kiss broke when his knees buckled and we fell over. We both yelped, I landed hard on my shoulder and grunted.

He licked my cheek. “Hehe, sorry about that.”

I said, “It’s alright. How do you feel?”

He pressed himself closer to me. “Mmm… warm.”

When lightning lit us up again I saw his body against mine, the curve of his flanks nestled in my hips. I barely caught a glimpse of it, but on his cutie-mark the buds had bloomed. I hugged him closer and he sank into me.

The clouds lashed their electric whips, banged their drums and the wind and rain and even hail pelted the farmhouse. Yet in the midst of the storm’s violence, I only knew the feel of him and the sound of his gentle breath.