The Whimsical Tales of Cadberry Cream

by DaydreamGlare

Rating: mature
Tags: Sex, Slice of Life, Original Character, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic
Length: 3863

A candymaker reveals the not-so-wholesome secrets behind the inspiration of his titular confection.

Gather round fellow deviants, for here we have marvelous little morsels about the humble and perhaps lascivious adventures of a little stallion named Cadberry Cream. Come now as he reveals the truly scandalous inspiration behind his debut creation: The Cadberry Cream Eggs. Should he so feel inclined, we may even be lucky enough to learn the events that motivated him to expand his original creation into a whole plethora of sultry flavors.

Published 2014-11-13 16:10:03 UTC
Last updated 2014-11-13 16:10:03 UTC

The First Taste

Hello, friends. My name is Cadberry Cream. As I am sure you might have noticed, I am indeed a pony. Perhaps I'm not the biggest pony, or the strongest, or the fastest, but I don't feel I need to be any of those things. I am a candymaker after all. I specialize in a little treat I created myself when I was just a budding adolescent of a colt. The Cadberry Cream Egg, is what everyone calls it. I can't say that I am particularly creative when it comes to naming things, so the name ended up sticking. What else would one call a chocolate egg filled with rich delicious cream made by an earth pony stallion with cream in his name?

The eggs were such a hit that it wasn't long after that my cutiemark showed up on my creamy-yellow flanks; A pair of the eggs in question right next to one another, one cut halfway open so that the creamy filling was exposed. I was proud that day. Blue eyes shining and orange tail swishing, I immediately went about to make more and more batches of the tasty treats. The more I made, the more everypony loved them. Sure, I might not be as successful as the Cakes, but the success that I did garner was enough for me. Though so many have asked me where I got the inspiration for such a tantalizing candy, so I have decided that now is a good time to reveal that particular little secret of mine.

To be frank, it was stallions that started it all. Oh yes, call me crazy or whatever have you, but that's where this little story begins. I knew it from a fairly young age. I didn't have much interest in what the girls were doing or what they were interested in when it came to colts. I was always more friendly with my fellow males regardless of the situation in which I found myself. Of course, as I grew older, this feeling bloomed into something that could be considered far more affectionate and intimate than what a nervous teenage pony would want to admit.

I admired them. Every inch of them. Especially if they were bigger than me. Considering how mareish I look myself, it wasn't hard to find a stallion that wasn't broader or taller than myself. Sometimes I had to stop myself from staring too much. It's rude after all. But how could I not? The workhorses in Ponyville- and even the ones just passing through- had so much to offer my shy little fantasies. Those strong withers and chests supporting strong necks holding their chiseled jawlines and boyish grins under deep handsome eyes. Rippling flanks and long thick legs that could pull carts and carriages with ease. Not to mention that those same workhorses had some impressively dangling fertility all their own.

Oh yes, I was quite enamored with them. For a while, I envied them of all their strength and size at a time when I felt like I was scrawny and awkward. I couldn't have been more opposite to them; a quiet, inquisitive sort that had a certain joy in exploring the smaller mysteries of the world. Cooking was one in particular. I loved being in the kitchen and getting to taste test the things that I or my mother would bring from the stove. I think therein began the time when it was hardly a few minutes that anyone would ever see me without something held in my lips. I'd nibble or mouth just about anything. Pencils, quills, lollipops, paperclips, spoons; if it was nearby and it was relatively clean and small enough it would end up getting chewed upon.

My fascination with stallions and my little oral fixation combined are undoubtedly what set in motion the chain of events that would lead to the creation of the Cadberry Cream Eggs. Fantasies simply develop that way after all. Like any teen, my hormones were at an all time high, so it would only be the logical next step that my curiosity at how things taste would lead itself into far more lewd areas of my life. The infatuation with this idea of tasting another stallion festered for what felt like years in my vivid imagination. I caught myself staring at the jostling orbs between the legs of the workhorses I mentioned earlier far more often. My mouth would water, my legs would tremble, my groin would tinge threateningly, and my thoughts would go into overdrive. It was a candy I wanted but was simply too nervous to attempt to reach out and have a taste.

Would different stallions have different flavors? Would bigger ones taste better than smaller ones? The thoughts drove my eager little body wild, but I kept my composure until one fateful day. I was on the outskirts of Ponyville pulling along a small cart of firewood. Winter was right around the corner and I found that my stock of the warmth-providing fuel was low. There was unfortunately no other pony to help me that day as they all had chores of their own to tend to, so even with such a small cart I was having problems lugging the weight of the wood clattering along behind me.

That's when he appeared. He was the biggest stallion I'd ever laid eyes on and I'd thought that Big Macintosh was the biggest stallion I'd ever seen...until that moment of course. He had a cart that was already at least twice the size of mine and was pulling it with ease. That strong body of his wasn't even sweating as he trundled along with it. His mane was long, deep brown and hung over one of his green eyes attractively. His coat was a warm chocolate color that I will never forget for reasons that are probably obvious due to my description of the color. His cutiemark looked like the cart he was pulling and even from the angle at which he pulled up beside me I could see the sway of two somethings within the shadow of his legs that made me look twice.

“Hey friend,” He drawled in what sounded like an Appleoosan accent, “Firewood fer winter huh?”

I nodded and realized he was talking to me. I had to gulp before I spoke, “Yes,” I managed to grunt out despite the trouble I was having with my cart. My fantasy was talking to me and I could barely respond to him because I was panting so heavily. He probably thought I looked ridiculous. I probably would have pinched myself had I not been so otherwise engaged.

The big stallion raised a brow as he noticed my trouble and even slowed his pace to stay next to me. I might have been a small pony, but perhaps I was a bit prideful for a moment. That is I was, until he said, “Y'look like yer havin some trouble with that cart, partner. Y'all want some help?”

My eyes turned to him and I imagine I looked quite desperate as I nodded and came to a stop.

“Allright, less jus take a little break then,” He gave me a friendly smile that made my belly buzz with giddiness. I think I was blushing by that point. The Appleoosan easily unhitched himself from his own cart and trotted around in front of me. As he turned, my eyes widened a little bit as they rested on the two chocolate balls bouncing between his moving legs. It took all my willpower not to shiver as his body pulled parallel to mine and I was given a completely unobstructed view of the two heavy spheres crowding the space in the sack that contained them. Even as an almost fully-grown earth pony, I was small enough so that his cutiemark was practically above my head. It was impossible for me not to look. Those years of fantasies were unfairly washing through my brain all in that one moment as I felt his teeth working to loosen my harness so I could be free of my cart.

The harness was a little old, so even a big pony would have a bit of difficulty getting it undone. He tugged with his head and the motions all made those round treasures sway and tap lightly against either of his thighs. I was weary. The long hard travel and work of the day that I wasn't quite built for had me physically sore and worn. The years of thought I had put into being in a situation so similar but so different from this had my mind feeling fuzzy and out-of-focus. I don't know what was going through my mind as I leaned forward.

Perhaps I was seeking some sort of comfort from the situation I was in. Perhaps my pent-up lust was taking control of my weakness. Whatever the case, my nose trailed along the tantalizing fur on the curve of his belly. The smell was already making me salivate. Musk. A strong, bitter masculine musk with just the slightest hint of cocoa. I can still feel the relief shuddering through my whole body as my snout pressed into the cleft of the bigger stallion's balls. The naughty squish of the warm, pliant flesh contouring to the shape of my nose. The two fat orbs felt bigger than my head and the smell was so strong here that I couldn't have stopped the moist swipe of my little tongue if I tried. My flank muscles twitched with pleasure. The smell and the taste were just the same, but the cocoa was far stronger. It was a moment of weakness that I will never regret.

My cheeks must have been the color of beets. One of his rear hooves clopped at the dirt in a motion of surprise and the hitch for my cart full of firewood fell away to the ground. The weight from my mind and body felt all gone in that instant. I felt like I was up in the clouds rather than on one of the dirt paths outside of Ponyville. The sound of his chuckle made me shiver again, “Ya lookin for some candy, little colt?”

His tone was welcoming and still friendly. I sighed my relief into his huge nuts audibly and nodded, which caused my nose lift and lower those orbs with a few bounces that only made them look more appetizing. Above them, I could see the round bell of his hiding member poking from the entrance of his swelling sheath.

“Let me get these carts off the road, and Ah'll letchya thank me all ya like,” He said with another chuckle.

I nodded again, but he's already moved so I don't get the pleasure of nosing into his sack again. I felt rooted to the spot as he dragged both of the carts by himself to the side of the path. My eyes were locked on his form the whole time. Each step he took only seemed to make the stirrings from below that I had begun more visible. Oh, I'd seen a stallion's cock before a few times, but the promise that it was going to be my candy this late evening had me shivering with more anticipation than I had ever felt. My hooves scraped at the dirt as I watched it slide out and curve down nearly to the fetlocks on his big clomping hooves. Heavy, pendulous, and impressive, it complimented the chocolate spheres that swayed along pleasantly behind it. I could feel my own nether region growing hotter and harder, but nowhere near as intimidating as his.

My tension grew and grew as I waited for what felt like a whole day for him to finish with the carts. When he finally left them where he wanted, he turned his eyes to me with an inviting grin. I think he liked the teasing power he had over me, because he made a show of his small trot to the fallen tree he chose to sit on. Every little sway and jostle of that growing meat was followed by my eyes as he climbed up and turned around to sit on his haunches. He used his forelegs to steady himself so he could lean comfortably while his hind-legs dangled over the side of the log. I couldn't stop trembling as I slowly approached him with my eyes trained on his pulsing meat while it draped against one of his thighs and managed to hide one of the swollen orbs that rested in a pretty picture against the curve of the log.

“Come getchyer candy then, little colt,” He said with slight mischief in his voice. I saw his shaft give a noticeable droop as he spoke. The big workhorse was just as eager as I was for this...or at least I hoped he was.

Regardless, I approached him eagerly. A tender moan left my throat as I pushed my nose back into those round cocoa balls. I couldn't stop what I was doing even if I tried. My nose nuzzled around fondly for a few moments until I got brave enough to open my lips and try to conquer one of those round lumps of seed. I heard him give a powerful snort as my saliva-moistened kiss slurped the chocolate ball into my little mouth. I couldn't get all of it, even when I opened as wide as I could. He groaned heavily and I could feel his lengthy cock sliding against the side of my face as it jumped up with arousal. I was in complete bliss. My tongue swirled slowly and hungrily around the magnificent round shape of orb that I could fit into my needy mouth. I did all I could to savor this moment; suckling the heavy ball with various degrees of pressure and swallowing the saliva in my mouth that was mixing with the taste of his bittersweet musk. I was so lost in the moment that I didn't stop until I felt a strange wetness drip down onto my nose.

My blue eyes opened in surprise and I looked up to see his shaft towering well over my head and curving against his tummy. The sound of a slurping plop reached both our ears as his orb left my mouth and tapped softly against the wood of the log. I pulled my head away to try and get a better look at the throbbing length standing erect before my eyes. I could feel the redness in my cheeks as I went a little cross-eyed trying to look at the slightly white fluid that had dripped on my nose. It smelled a little different than his musk, but had all the same cocoa overtones. I saw him lower his eyes and he chuckled as he saw the look on my face. His heavy hoof rested on my mane and rubbed pleasantly over my head.

“Forgot about the cream, huh?” He laughed lightly again, “I figured thas whatchya wanted.” I answered with a silent look of confusion and his little grin returned, “Give it a try. I betchya like it jes as much as where it came from~.”

I hesitated for only a moment, but realized that he was right in some way. With slow purpose to it, my tongue slipped out of my mouth and swiped over my muzzle to test this theory. The strongest, most bittersweet and musky taste filled my senses. It's like a zap of electricity shot through my body and came to a halt at the tip of my own stiff member. It slapped against my belly wetly. Lewdly. The feeling made me quiver to the bone, and combined with the taste I felt like I could have soiled myself right then and there.

He lets out a pleased nicker at my reaction. I was panting at this point. I wanted more. I wasn't sure what to do with these peaked desires until I saw him press his cock down with his opposite hoof. The slightly flared tip of it hovered in front of my nose and held only promises of my deepest, darkest temptations.

“Something tells me ya do, little colt~” His voice made me tremble again and as my mouth opened I felt that meaty length push it's wide tip past my hungry lips.

I had no idea what I was doing, but I didn't care. My lips sealed themselves around the musky member tightly and my tongue instantly swiped deeply into the slit to make that mouthwatering fluid leak even more. The workhorse grunted at the eagerness of my motions, surprised at the hunger of such a small colt. I wanted to taste the whole thing. I wanted it all. The saliva leaking from my lips made my descent of his thick cock easier. I heard him huffing and panting above me as I savored every inch of it that I could get. The sensation of the throbbing length stretching my lips wider as I pushed myself toward his balls I'd had my nose in previously only encouraged me to take more. His hoof pressing to my mane also was a nice addition to said encouragement.

I was gulping down his leaking mess so eagerly that I hardly noticed as his flared bell prodded wantonly into my throat. He couldn't stop himself from thrusting at that point. Small gurgled chokes and moans left me as he ground his aching shaft into my welcoming mouth. I watched with hazed vision as the base of his shaft slid wetly back and forth before my eyes. That prodding to my throat made my back legs buckle and my haunches shook strongly. Both his hooves rested on my head at that point and the next time I swallowed, that stallion's cock was squishing itself into the cloying wet tunnel of my throat. I felt myself choking around it, but even the unpleasantness of the feeling wouldn't stop me from gulping.

The next moments were frantic and quick. His hips jammed forward roughly as my throat clenched around his heavy cock. My nose bumped into his pubic fuzz and I felt my throat convulse with another choke. All my senses were saturated in musk and cocoa. I wouldn't have moved even if I was allowed to. I gulped erratically around the heavy plug he was grinding into my throat without a single other thought in the world. He let out a growling yell that surprised me and made me look up to see his expression of agonizing bliss.

A cough came from my throat when he pulled his hips back and cleared my airway. The next thing I knew, his tip flared even wider in my suckling lips and the whole inside of my mouth is coated with another new fluid. Creamy, steaming, sticky seed bloated my cheeks with it's abundance. For the slightest of moments, I think my eyes might have rolled into the back of my head from the fulfillment of his promise. The taste was unlike anything I'd ever known before- rich and bitter, but at the same time so sweet and laced with the hint of cocoa that I had experienced from the rest of his masculinity. I swallowed every bit that I could possibly get into my belly. The mess was everywhere. My gulping simply wasn't enough to keep it from dribbling down my chin and over his pumping balls.

When he was finally done spewing his hefty load into my thirsty gullet, his softening shaft slurped wetly from my well-stretched lips. It was only then that I realized that my own cream was dripping messily down the back of my forelegs and some had gotten on the fallen tree and the leaves of the ground. My hot breath steamed against his seed and saliva covered cock as it drooped over the hefty orbs beneath it. Our eyes met as the two of us panted from our work of pleasure and he rubbed my mane again. Something about his satisfied expression made me feel fuzzy and warm and oddly proud. It was my mouth that had done that to this big macho-looking stallion. A smile crept over my sore muzzle and he returned the look.

“You ever done that before, little colt?” He asked through his huffing breaths.

“No...” I answered with my quiet, timid voice.

“Now thas' impressive,” He chuckled as he slid off the log. I stood to face him and he affectionately licked the mess off my muzzle and even leaned down to take care of the drippings on my hooves that my own shaft had caused. He rose from his cleaning to lick his lips with a satisfied smile, “Your cream ain't so bad neither.”

I blushed heavily. He winked and chortled again while I giggled shyly. As he promised before our sudden- heated- distraction, he hitched up both the carts and dragged both of them to Ponyville. He was even nice enough to take mine right to my front door. It's only now that I realize that I never caught his name, but I sure do remember how he looked and tasted. We said our goodbyes and went on with both of our lives, I assume.

The next day, I felt an ardent urge to be in the kitchen. A lot of experimenting happened then and there, but I couldn't get that workhorse's taste out of my mouth. Not that I wanted to. I decided to try my hoof at making some candy, because it was obviously all I could think about after such a fantasy-fulfilling experience. I wanted to bring that deliciousness to others and I had all the motivation I needed. My flanks were tingling eagerly as I whisked about the kitchen that day, to the point where I hardly knew what I was doing when the first successful batch of Cadberry Eggs were made. Good thing I took notes before I had the first bite. When the taste of the rich chocolate and sweet cream oozed into my tastebuds and made my whole frame shake giddily, I knew I had found what I was meant to make.

And really, everything after that was history. My cutiemark appeared and I've been making my creamy eggs ever since. I still experiment too. Somehow my fantasies emulated reality before I really knew the truth of them. Plenty of other stallions have felt the inquisitive nudge of my nose against their sacks and probably unwittingly inspired new flavors. They all really do have unique tastes to the cream they offer. It is also my pleasure to say that the bulk of my customers are stallions. They seem to really enjoy those cream-filled eggs for some reason.

Author's Note

This is the first story I will have ever posted on this site. What a debut. I definitely didn't see myself writing this sort of thing when I first got on the ride, but such is the strangeness of life. Hopefully, you guys will be interested enough to encourage more chapters. I hope you enjoyed.