Author's Note

[f/M] [Foaldom]
Characters: [Two OCs]
By Orlunu

Cream by Orlunu

“Hey, I got a present for you.” Her grin made him sure that it wasn’t something he’d ever thought he wanted. She was suppressing it as best she could, but it still dominated her face. Cheeks creased back, face side-on and tilted slightly down, she looked just about ready to tie firecrackers to a sleeping pony’s tail. Again.

Disguising his own desire to smile rather better, he cocked an eyebrow. “Hmmmm?”

“Go and sit down,” she motioned towards his bed with her chin. “I’ve got to get it from outside.”

When he had obliged, she came over and gave him a stern warning. “You’re not allowed to peek.”

“All right,” his eyes glimmered with mischief, “I won’t.”

“I know.” A strip of red silk came out, and she tied it deftly over his eyes. He pouted a little, in pretend defeat, but was honestly surprised when he felt another tying his forehooves together.

A hoof bopped him on the nose. “Don’t want you interfering.” Now he had a really bad feeling about this, but couldn’t bring himself to spoil her moment. He’d just have to ride whatever it was out.

He heard her trot back over to his bed, then heard the spray of an aerosol can. He felt foam being pushed against his lips, followed by an order: “Eat it.” Tentatively, he poked out the very tip of his tongue. When he made contact with whipped cream, he liked it all down in seconds. As he enjoyed it, though, he started to wonder. If that had not been the mischief, what was? An image of her lips pressing against his came out of the darkness; could it possibly be happening? He could think of no alternative.

Another squirt, and then he felt the bed move under him as she climbed up with him. Straddled him, even, and pushed him onto his back.. He felt her weight lean over him, and the lightest touch of foam on his muzzle. “Now, here’s your present,” she giggled. “Eat it.”

She, clearly, had been able to think of an alternative. She’d never been one to beat about the bush. He gulped, hesitating.

“Eat it,” she still had a giggle to her voice, but there was a soft snarl in it too, “or you’ll get a hoof in your nuts.”

With all of the excuse and encouragement he needed, he thrust his head forwards and lapped the cream away with a desperate hunger. He even moaned a little as he got through to the supple, cold, leathery…

His confusion showed plain on his face, and she started to laugh. Something pushed him between his eyes, and pulled his blindfold up. He stared in shock at what was clearly a … a riding crop, although he’d never seen one in the flesh before.

“Oh dear,” she trilled, “it’s going to be a while before you get to that, I’m afraid. But don’t worry, you will, when I decide to let you.”

His eyes flicked down to her. When they reached her and stopped, his jaw took over the descent from them.