The Most Unique Job Interview Ever
Berry paid for both of their meals as she had promised, and then led her friend across the plaza and down a side street.
“So what’s this place called?” Silver asked, trying to keep up with Berry’s energetic pace as she trotted down the lane. He was trying his best not to stare at her balls jostling and bouncing merrily as she walked.
“You’ll find out soon enough!” Berry giggled and turned her head back to face him. She navigated through the crowd in front of her with the instincts of a true Manehattanite, traversing the bustling streets of Ponyville with grace and ease even without looking forward. Such skills were essential in the big city, and Silver felt a small comfort knowing this place had enough ponies to merit such acrobatics. Their path meandered across main roads and side streets, but within ten minutes of trotting they arrived at their destination. It was a small two-story building, brightly colored like the rest of town. A small wooden sign swung lightly in the afternoon breeze, depicting three wavy white lines that curved back and forth as they stretched down the plank of dark wood.
“This is it?” Silver asked, feeling slightly disappointed. It wasn't much to look at - the windows were shuttered and it looked rather uninteresting. Nothing like the vibrant, pastoral houses and shops he’d seen near the plaza and station.
“The White River Cafe may not look like much, but she’s got it where it counts,” Berry replied confidently as she pushed the door open with a hoof. A bell tinkled from somewhere above them, heralding their entrance. Berry saw fit to personally announce their arrival as well.
“Ms. Chaser?” she called out into the darkly-lit interior of the building as they walked in. “Are you here?”
“Coming!” a female voice called loudly from somewhere at the back of the shop.
As Silver’s eyes adjusted to the dim lighting, he began to take in the view within the White River Cafe. It was richly adorned, with several low tables surrounded by plush benches and chairs. Each one looked like it could comfortably sit about 6 ponies, and there looked to be 5 tables in all. The room they were in was quite large, and the back wall had a single set of double-doors that presumably led to the rest of the building. All in all, Silver was much more impressed with the inside of the cafe than he had been with the outside.
Suddenly, the double doors swung open, revealing a smiling pegasus with a purple coat and a lush, pink mane with royal purple highlights. Her eyes sparkled a vibrant lime green as she strode confidently into the room. She was a slightly older pony, with laugh lines around her eyes and the barest touch of grey streaking her mane. She was plump, but not overly so, and wore her weight well - it sat mainly around her middle and across her rump.
As she strode into the room, she noticed Berry’s unexpected guest, her happy expression becoming slightly suspicious as she looked at Silver.
“Who is this, Berry?” Ms. Chaser asked in a professionally neutral tone.
“This is my friend, Silver Key,” Berry said, taking a step back and nosing Silver’s flank, causing him to trot forward. “He just moved here from Manehattan.”
“How do you do?” Silver asked, giving a short bow. He rose from his greeting and saw that Ms. Chaser hadn't moved much, and was giving him an appraising once-over.
“Quite well, young man. My name is Dawn Chaser,” she said, returning his bow with a little backwards trot. “Owner and proprietor of the White River Cafe. You’ll have to excuse me, but we’re not quite open yet. I’m sure Berry would love to show you around, but we have a strict policy that only paying customers are allowed inside.”
Silver’s brows furrowed, but before he could speak Berry stepped to his side.
“Actually… he’s looking for a job,” Berry said, smiling. Dawn’s demeanor changed instantly. Her eyes narrowed and one of her brows shot up into an inquisitive arch.
“Is he, now?” she asked rhetorically, looking back at Silver like she was seeing him for the first time. She circled him very slowly, her vivid green eyes taking in every curve and line of his form. Silver felt somewhat offput by the intense scrutiny of her gaze, and stood still.
“I’m new in town,” he said. “Berry and I were just having lunch, and I noticed that she wasn’t sitting comfortably, so I asked her why and she said it was because she was taking something and it was having a strange effect on her body, and then she got up and I saw… um.”
Silver put a forehoof to his muzzle, not sure how to continue. By this time, Dawn had walked behind him. He heard her mutter a little “hrm” of consideration, and had a funny feeling about what she was examining. He blushed, but still didn't move for fear of somehow upsetting his potential employer. He wasn't even sure she was listening to him.
“I, uh, have some experience waiting tables,” Silver offered after a few seconds of awkward silence. He cleared his oddly dry throat. ”My talent is in locksmithing, though…”
“Has Ms. Berry told you about this establishment, Mr. Key?” Dawn asked. She hadn't moved from her vantage behind him, and Silver swore he could feel the heat of her gaze on his stallionhood.
“N-no,” Silver stuttered, Dawn Chaser’s unrelenting gaze on his sex making him nervous. “She’s been quite… elusive about it.”
His comment made Dawn laugh for some reason - a hearty belly-laugh. “Ha! I bet she has!” Her laugh shattered the awkwardness, and Silver felt himself relax slightly.
“The White River Cafe is something of an experiment, Mr. Key,” Dawn said as she completed her circle, once more standing in front of him. She still wore a mysterious expression, but there was a friendly warmth in her eyes that put Silver at ease. Whatever he had said or she had seen had intrigued her, and that in turn intrigued him. “We sell a very unique product to our clientele. It is quite legal, I assure you, but it is rather… unorthodox. Even in modern Equestrian society.”
“What do you sell?” Silver asked. He’d been dying to know ever since Berry had first mentioned this place.
“Cum,” Dawn said in an even tone.
Silver blinked. She may as well have said ‘pineapples’ or ‘rutabagas’ for all the inflection she’d given the word.
“Uhh… cum?” he asked, hardly believing what he was hearing.
“Yes, cum,” Dawn said, nodding and gesturing vaguely with a hoof. “Semen. Spooge. Stallion-juice. A dozen names and more. I’m sure you know what I’m talking about.”
“Wh-…” Silver tried, his brain still not processing the conversation. “Wh-what for, exactly?”
“Well, to eat, of course,” Dawn answered matter-of-factly. “This is a cafe, isn't it? We specialize in desserts, mostly, using ponies’ cum as either the base ingredient or as the primary topping. Puddings and custards, glazes and frosting for a variety of pastries, even ice cream. Some patrons prefer it warm, others prefer it cold.”
Silver just stared, not believing his ears.
“I discovered - long ago in my wild, youthful days - that some ponies have a flavor to their seed,” she explained. A far-off look came across her eyes as she stared wistfully up at the cafe’s ceiling. “Most of my lovers produced the standard stuff - salty and strong, a rather boring flavor. But every once in a while, there would be one that would taste very different. Their flavor always had something to do with their cutie mark, and I suspected that coat color had some sort of influence, too.”
She turned and trotted over to Berry, who’d taken a few steps back earlier while her employer blew Silver’s mind. The Grin had returned, as wide as ever. She was clearly enjoying her friend’s utter confusion and disbelief.
“Take Ms. Berry here, for instance”, Dawn continued, waving a hoof towards the mare in question. “Can you guess what flavor of cum she might produce?”
“Oh, I’m sure he remembers!” Berry chirped, the unexpected news causing Dawn to raise an eyebrow. “He and I fooled around plenty of times. C’mon, what’d I taste like, Silver?”
Silver’s gaping mouth snapped shut abruptly when his brain registered that he was being asked a question. He faltered with his answer briefly as his mind also realized that Berry had just shared some very personal information about him with a total stranger.
“B-beg your pardon?” Silver replied, playing dumb. It didn't work.
“My cum! Tell her what my cum tastes like!” Berry giggled.
Silver cringed, a mortified blush of embarrassment tinging his cheeks red as he tried to remember. Jumbled memories of casual and yet wildly passionate sex with Berry rushed into his head. Many of them involved a liberal sessions of mutual oral sex, which was their preferred intimate pastime due to Silver’s intense fascination with her dual genitals. Silver bit his lip, recalling the several gallons of warm, tasty futa-cum he had happily swallowed over the course of those several months.
“U-um, w-well… the details are, er, f-fuzzy,” he stalled, scratching his neck with a hoof, “b-but I think that it… t-tasted… like strawberries?” he mumbled.
“Close! Strawberry Banana actually,” Berry giggled, spinning a half turn and cocking one hindleg up to reveal her dangling male sex. “All those supplements I've been taking are designed to bring out my natural flavor and pump up my productivity. That’s why these babies”- she wiggled her rump enticingly, causing her testicles to give a mouth-watering bob -”have gotten so big!” She placed her leg back down and turned to face him. “They also have supplements for making the shaft bigger - some customers like that - but I like mine the way it is, so Ms. Dawn left those herbs out.”
Silver brought a hoof to his forehead, trying to get his thoughts under control so he could make sense of the situations.
“So… so let me get this straight...” he said. “You find ponies with… flavored semen.” He paused for a moment, then brought his hoof down so he could see the two of them again. “And then make desserts with the stuff? A-and then sell the desserts to other ponies?”
“That’s right,” Dawn Chaser nodded, a warm smile spread across her muzzle. “Most of our customers are mares, with the occasional stallion once in a while. Right now, most of our advertising is done through word-of-mouth, but even so we’re growing steadily in popularity. The Cafe opens in the evening and stays open until a few hours after midnight. Of course, this is strictly an adult establishment, so no fillies or colts are allowed in whatsoever.”
Silver sighed heavily in resignation. As much as he didn't want to admit it, the business did seem to make a weird sort of sense. He couldn't honestly say that he hadn't enjoyed the many mouthfuls of thick, strawberry cum he had tasted back when he was with Berry. In fact, he remembered teasing her about it a few times. While he couldn't speak as to stallions’ “flavors”, the logic still seemed sound, and he was well aware that there were ponies willing to pay for a wide variety of unique culinary experiences. Adding semen to the mix wasn't that far-fetched of an idea; it was kinky, obviously, but comprehensible.
“So, what flavor are you, Mr. Key?” Dawn asked musingly, shocking Silver out of his thoughts as she took a step toward him.
“W-what? Me?” Silver stammered. He answered honestly. “Uh, I- I don’t… I don’t really know.”
Dawn was eyeing him again in that way that made him uncomfortable. “Berry, any clues?”
“Mmm… that’s just it, Dawn… I’m not quite sure,” Berry said, looking bashful. She swiped her hoof against the floorboards like she’d done something wrong.
“What do you mean?” Dawn asked, halting to look back at her employee with a questioning frown. “Doesn’t he have a flavor?”
Silver found it supremely weird that they were talking about him like he wasn’t there - about the flavor of his sperm nonetheless - and yet, he found himself becoming strangely aroused from the conversation. He felt his stallionhood begin to stiffen, ever-so-slightly.
“Well, yes, he does,” Berry said, her brow furrowed in concentration. “But… I don’t know how to describe it. It tastes really good, or at least it did back then… but for the life of me I can’t pin it down to an exact flavor…”
Dawn Chaser looked from Berry to Silver, and back again, her muzzle scrunched in concentration.
“Hmm,” she said simply.
Silver squirmed anxiously, unsure about what was going to happen.
“Well, sounds to me like we’re going to need a try-out,” she eventually spoke with a little shrug. “If you’re up to it, Mr. Key.”
“Try-out?” Silver asked.
“She wants to sample your… product,” Berry said, a titter coming to her final word as she circled around her friend.
“M… my… uh… I mean, we just… we just met,” Silver stammered. “A-and you’re very nice… but, I mean… uh…”
“Mr. Key,” Dawn said with gentle authority. Her voice was strong and sure, and stopped Silver’s slow retreat towards the door in its tracks. “I am a mare of years. I have flown across the length and breadth of Equestria, and I have enjoyed the intimate company of many stallions, mares, and even non-ponies. In all of that time, my experiences have been nothing but positive and educational.”
Dawn’s expression was warm, and as she spoke Silver felt himself relaxing a bit. He wasn’t sure why, but the older woman’s aura of almost-maternal care and affection but him in a state of ease.
“I will not force you to do something you do not want to do,” she said. “And understand that this is not the beginning of some torrid affair - I have no interest in the tangled web that is love. I would be putting my considerable skills to use extracting your product. It will be pleasurable for the both of us, and if I am satisfied with your flavor then I will offer you a job here. I am not sure what Ms. Seed has told you in regards to her compensation, but I will state that is is most generous.”
Dawn stepped a bit closer, and Silver let her. Her stare was intense, and Silver felt his body responding. His shaft was getting stiffer by the second, his balls tightening. He watched her lips move - they were plump, like the rest of her body, and when she licked them they glistened in the dusty mid-afternoon light of the cafe’s interior. He was suddenly very interested in how they’d feel wrapped around the flare of his shaft.
“If you do not wish to undergo this procedure, then there’s the door,” she said, gesturing with a hoof to the entrance that he and Berry had come through. “But this will be your only opportunity. I don’t enjoy playing games with stallions. I won’t tolerate any back-and-forth, will-he-won’t-he shenanigans.”
Silver looked at the door, to Dawn, and finally to Berry. Her face wore a curious expression, a mix of hope and worry. He realized that this was important to her in some way. The unicorn stallion took a deep breath and let out a heavy sigh.
“Alright,” he said, hardly believing the words that came from his muzzle. “You can taste my… product.”
“Yes!” Berry squealed, clopping her forehooves together with joy. Silver felt a little put off by her enthusiasm, but didn’t say anything. Dawn simply smiled warmly.
“Excellent choice, Mr. Key! Now, please, if you wouldn’t mind sitting down then we can get started right away.”
“Uhh… right here?” he asked.
Dawn shrugged. “Why not?” she replied nonchalantly. “This place will do as good as any. The carpet is quite clean, and customers don’t arrive for several hours, so there’s no risk of anypony else walking in.”
Silver Key glanced at the door behind him again, sincerely hoping that would be the case. It would be more than a little awkward if somepony burst in on them unexpectedly.
“Um… a-alright then” Silver mumbled, sitting back on his haunches. He glanced at his friend, who was still beaming ecstatically. “So, um… is Berry just going to…?”
Berry trotted up behind Silver, then sat down behind him. Her hind legs straddled his flanks and she pushed her belly and chest into his back, encouraging him to lean back and let her body support his weight. It was the first time they'd touched in years, and both of them gave little gasps at the contact. It was intimate, with Berry's short shaft and huge scrotum pressing into the soft fur at the small of Silver's back. Her shaft was sandwiched between his body and her own, her barely-there mammaries providing little padding against her athletically toned belly.
Dawn Chaser got into position, too, laying down in front of Silver Key, very much within his personal space. With her fore hooves she gently but firmly nudged the unicorn's knees apart, exposing his stallionhood for the world to see. She just looked at it for a long moment, tilting her head this way and that, like a critic examining a sculpture.
“Good mottling,” she said quietly. “Well-defined medial ring. Scrotum is proportionately sized. Healthy size overall, actually.”
To Silver she sounded distant, almost medical, but that somehow made it better. Like he was a commodity to be appraised. He'd never considered himself much of a submissive – he was on top more times than he was on bottom – but the simultaneously intimate and casual way Dawn Chaser was examining him was definitely turning him on. His shaft, which had been at half-mast already, was plumping up quickly, his balls drawing up into a hefty hoof-full of a tight coinpurse.
“Oooo, very responsive,” Dawn said, the ghost of a smile flickering across her face. Extending a fore hoof, she lightly grazed the underside of Silver's cock with her silky-soft fetlock, causing the stallion to wicker and twitch. “Very responsive indeed... we're going to have to make sure you don't climax too soon.”
“It's... nngh... been a while, s-sorry,” Silver stuttered. It had been easily half a year since his last intimate contact with another pony. Unbidden, memories of the plump unicorn mare came to Silver's mind, and the sweet honey of her sex. She loved to sit on his face, and would do so for hours on end. In return, she loved when he rubbed his musky balls and cock all over her muzzle. They'd only slept with one another for about a week or so – she was visiting family, and so it'd only been a fun fling. Masturbation, with hooves, unicorn magic, or his favorite pocket pony, had been his only other release since.
“No worries, dear,” Dawn purred in her matronly voice. “We'll take good care of you. Now, let's see if we can get an appetizer out of you...”
She carefully placed the tip of her hoof against the base of Silver's shaft, where it emerged from between his fat balls, and then pushed into the meat, stroking up. Silver was completely erect by now, and his head had begun to plump up into its pre-flare shape. A cloudy bead of precum blossomed at the basin of his cockhead, eliciting a quiet cheer from the mares in the room.
“Good boy!” Berry rasped into Silver's ear with a stage whisper. She nuzzled her former lover's neck, snuffling at his scent. She gave little groans as her own memories were stimulated, which in turn caused her cock to twitch between their bodies. Silver felt his friend's stallionhood throb and swell, her balls especially, in the tight confines between her thighs. He wiggled his own rump against her, causing her to squeak and him to smile - he liked that he could still turn her on.
Dawn put her muzzle to Silver's nutsack and began sniffing. Her nose found every nook and cranny, between scrotum, thigh, and shaft. She took deep huffs, inhaling his scent like he was a fine wine or a bouquet of exotic flowers.
“Excellent aroma,” she gasped, slightly out of breath thanks to her inhalations. “Rich and masculine, but not overpowering. She opened her mouth and gave a single, strong lick of Silver's right testicle, her warm, wet tongue tracing the veins that throbbed across its taut surface. Dawn moaned as she had her first taste of the unicorn's body.
She closed her mouth against the tight skin of Silver's scrotum, drawing about a quarter of the testicle into her mouth. Her tongue swirled around it, tickling the skin and extracting more of his unique flavor. She caught what little loose skin there was between her lips and gently tugged backwards, stretching the little mouthful from Silver's body. It snapped back against his body as she swirled her saliva around her mouth.
“Delicious,” she said after she swallowed. “Berry, you were right – he is a good candidate.”
She placed her tongue at the juncture of sack and shaft, wiggling it back and forth to jostle his cum-bloated nuts before slowly lapping up the hot, throbbing meat of his cock. She traced lazy loops and curls against his sensitive flesh, pausing to nibble on his medial ring with her soft lips. Her efforts were rewarded with another bead of precum welling up from his depths, joining the blob at his growing flare. It quivered dangerously, but clung to its perch for the time being. Dawn continued her slow ministrations, turning her head sideways to close her mouth around Silver's urethral bulge as she ascended.
“Isn't her oral amazing, Silver?” Berry giggled. “She's not the only extractor, but she is the best. Just imagine how many ponies she's pleased with that mouth... how much yummy cum she's enjoyed. It makes me tingle just thinking about it!” Berry stood up, and Silver slid down to the floor laying on his back. Dawn was still between his thighs, but Berry now stood over him, her throbbing nuts dangling like a medicine ball between her thighs, capped by her small shaft. Silver looked up at her sex, licking his lips and wondering if Berry would press her hot cumfactories into his muzzle. She tracked his gaze and giggled, laying down onto her belly and cradling Silver's head between her forelegs.
“Mmm... there'll be plenty of time for me to get off later... this is about you right now.”
She closed her eyes and gave a dainty lick at the tip of Silver's horn. The unicorn's hips arched, pushing his shaft against Dawn's lips as he groaned. His horn was the most sensitive part of his body, and Berry had perfected her own hornjob skills on it. He hadn't been anticipating this, and waves of pleasure began coursing through his body from two places of origin. Just his shaft he could have handled, but shaft and horn now being fondled was almost too much for him to bear.
“Patience, Berry,” Dawn crooned. “I need to sample his precum – don't get him off just yet.”
Berry let up, but only slightly. She kept the tip of Silver's horn between her lips, circling it with little flicking strokes of her tongue. Each lap sent Silver's hips twitching, but Berry knew how to edge him. Dawn's lips had found the underside of Silver's flare, and the traced the meaty ridge with her tongue. She disengaged long enough to give a ladylike sniff at the quivering bead of precum that adhered precariously to Silver's shaft.
“Hmm... that's odd,” she muttered to herself. “I... can't quite place it.”
“Thee?” Berry lisped around Silver's horn. He groaned at the vibrations her voice sent down the organ. “I thold yuh ith wath weirdh.”
Dawn eyed the dollop of preseed with a cocked eyebrow, and then gave a little shrug and lapped it up like a cat with cream. She swirled the fluid around her mouth, her eyes closed in concentration. Her brow furrowed slowly, and then her eyebrows arced up slightly faster. Her eyes opened wide after she swallowed, looking between Silver's shaft and his face.
“I... er...” Dawn stammered.
“Is... something wrong?” Silver asked, getting nervous.
“No, dear... no,” Dawn said, her face still an inscrutable mask. “Berry... please resume your affections – I think I need Silver to climax now.”
With that, Dawn returned to her oral ministrations with gusto. She drew his flare into her muzzle with expert skill, sliding her tongue beneath its bulbs and ridges. The sudden increase in stimulation caused Silver to gasp. He then started yelping as Berry did as she was told, and began sucking more and more of the unicorn's horn into her warm mouth. Silver's horn was rather average, as unicorn horns are measured, which meant it was a perfect fit for a pony's mouth. The rounded tip tickled the back of Berry's throat as her lips kissed his forehead. She traced the spiral groove with her tongue, all the while sucking it with long, firm strokes.
Dawn's fore hooves slid forward to trap Silver's cum-heavy balls between them. She squeezed and massaged them with slow, firm pressure. Silver tensed, anticipating discomfort, but it never came. Dawn knew just how much pressure to apply to his nuts to maximize pleasure, but to not cross into pain. It was all getting to be too much for the unicorn. His friend sucking his horn in just the right way, a wizened mare between his thighs, putting her considerable skills to the test. All to make him climax, so he could get a job selling his cum to other ponies. To eat.
Silver's orgasm started at the base of his spine, a familiar warmth and tightness radiating outwards from his body like ripples in a pond. Waves of tingling pressure washed through his belly, and he felt them propagate down into his sex. With a rising crescendo of grunting gasps, Silver announced his impending orgasm. Both mares continued their work, knowing that to change their pattern would be to interrupt the process that was unfolding within their partner.
Silver climaxed from two shafts at once – the one between his legs, and the one that emerged from his forehead. Between his thighs Dawn purred as she felt his balls twitch, squeezing them in time with their pulses to maximize production. Berry squealed as she felt warm sparks of raw magic crackle up the length of Silver's horn. With a great, guttural cry Silver loosed the pent up energies in his body. Silvery arcs of magic, as thick as honey, erupted into Berry's waiting mouth. She mewled as she tasted her friend's intimate treasure, gulping it down like thick cream. The pulses of magic were perfectly in time with the ropey jets of cum his shaft was spewing into Dawn's eager muzzle. It had been a few days since his last orgasm, and his seed had become thick and rich while it marinated within his balls. Dawn's eyes grew wide as his flavor invaded her mouth and bulged her cheeks. Her throat clenched reflexively, swallowing a portion of the load before pressure pushed it outside of her mouth, but she struggled to keep as much of the unicorn's seed in her mouth as possible. Her tongue rubbed the underside of Silver's wide flare, which rewarded the gesture by bathing it in thick streamers of spunk.
Silver twitched and shook, his two partners stabilizing his body with their own and making sure he didn't thrash too hard. It took a good minute or so for his full-body orgasm to end. Berry smacked her lips as she cleaned the last strings of solid magic from Silver's horn, and then lay on her side, her former lover's head resting on her firm belly. Dawn, in turn, slowly stood on all four legs, giving one last long, hard suck to clear the unicorn's shaft of the last dregs of his cum.
She threw her head back, swishing and swirling the cum in her cheeks back and forth. She opened her mouth and gargled noisily, producing pearly bubbles of seed. Finally, she gave a series of noisy gulps, followed by a loud, contented sigh as her head lowered. She locked eyes with Silver, who was barely hanging onto consciousness.
“That was,” Dawn panted, licking stray droplets of his cum from her lips. “The most delicious cum I have ever tasted.”
“W-welcome,” Silver gasped. “S-so wh-what... do I t-taste like?”
“I have no idea,” Dawn said, eyes slightly wide in disbelief at her own words. “It's... it's like you're all of my favorite flavors rolled up into one. But when I try to single any one of them out it slips away. It's... amazing. Utterly, indescribably delicious.”
Dawn stood to her full height, looking down at the two ponies on the floor in front of her. She took a deep breath.
“Mister Silver Key,” she said in a strong, professional voice. “Will you please work for me as an employee of The White River Cafe? I can offer you a salary of 20 bits a week.”
Silver's eyes widened, and he felt the foggy sleep of post-orgasm exhaustion wick away. Twenty bits a week was quite handsome. High class places in Manehattan boasted the same salary for their best chefs. He had been anticipating maybe a quarter of that, tops. He would have been crazy to turn the offer down.
“I... uh... accept,” Silver said as he shuffled to all fours and stood. He hid the slight wobble in his knees as best he could. Berry sprang up and hugged her friend from behind, hopping up on top of his back and squeezing his neck with her fore legs.
“Yay!” Berry cried as she hugged Silver as hard as she could. Her hind legs joined in on the action, wrapping around his flank to his belly. Berry pressed her body into Silver's, who did his best to ignore the throbbing heat of her stallionhood as it slapped against his backside from where it dangled down between her thighs. “Thank you thank you thank you so much, Ms. Dawn!”
“Please take the day to rest, Mr. Key,” Dawn said as she trotted into the back of the store. “I will give you an advance on your first week's pay so you can acquire lodgings and whatever other amenities you require. You will be given a full rundown on your responsibilities and duties as an employee tomorrow, but I insist that you do not engage in any form of sexual release. Your seed is now property of this business, and it cannot be wasted. Do you understand?”
Silver Key nodded. It was going to take some getting used to, but actually liked the idea of saving up his cum for other ponies to enjoy. It was like a secret that only he and a few other ponies knew, slowly building up in the depths of his body. “I understand, Ms. Chaser.”
“Please,” she said, holding up a hoof and smiling. “Call me Dawn. Anything else is so... formal.”
Berry dismounted and gave Silver one last nuzzle.
“I've got a few hours before the Cafe opens,” Berry chirped. “Want some help looking for a place to stay?”
Silver nodded, and then gave himself a good shake, knocking what little dust and fuzz had accumulated on his coat free to flutter down to the floor. His sex had deflated quickly, and was once again stored in his sheathe, his balls slightly smaller now, thanks to the sheer volume of his orgasm. Dawn waved goodbye to them from the door as the two younger ponies trotted out into the afternoon sun. Silver blushed as he saw her licking her lips to catch a stray droplet of his semen that had escaped her earlier sampling.
Once outside, Berry trotted along side him, pressing her flank against his in a persistent, friendly hug; she was unable to contain her joy at her friend’s good fortune. Old memories came to the unicorn’s mind of sleeping next to Berry, waking at twilight just to watch the rise and fall of her flanks as she quietly snored. Their lovemaking was always exhausting; both lovers enjoyed pushing one another’s boundaries and limits. That same attitude, it would seem, had survived the long interval of their separation.
Ponyville had been something of a gamble... a place to run away to, away from the mistakes he’d made back in the big city. He hadn't anticipated anything even remotely like what he'd found here. Silver Key felt like he was going to like it here.
Silver Key stepped off the train onto the platform, stretching his stiff leg, neck, and back muscles. The other passengers flowed around him, ignoring him as they performed similar stretches or busily made their way to their destinations. He was glad to be finally be standing upright again, feeling the sun warming his white coat and ground beneath his hooves. He smiled as a light breeze swept over his fur, rustling his silver and powder blue mane. The air smelled of a mix of comforting countryside smells - dirt, grass, flowers, and even a faint hint of apples.
He’d never visited Ponyville before, but the train ride in granted him plenty of opportunities to see the town from afar. He found himself enjoying the small town already. Its idyllic scenery, quaint buildings and smiling, happy ponies milling about were a charming contrast to the hustle and bustle of his old home.
Silver stood as tall as he could on his hooves, scanning the crowd for the smiling face of the friend he was supposed to be meeting. He hadn’t spotted her yet among the sea of colorful ponies. The unicorn stallion squinted, hoping she hadn’t forgotten the time his train arrived at.
“Silver Key!”, a familiar voice called.
His squinting expression shifted into a smile as his ears perked up. He turned his head towards the sound to see a gold-coated mare rushing towards him, her short, yellow mane bouncing slightly each time her hooves touched the ground. She was panting and grinning, and he immediately grinned back in kind.
“Berry Seed!”, he replied happily, trotting towards her.
“Oh, I’m so sorry!” she huffed out, trying to catch her breath. “I was doing my exercises and lost track of time. I hope I’m not too late!”
“It’s fine,” Silver laughed. “Don’t worry about it! It’s good to see you again - you look amazing!”
It was true. Berry had always taken care of herself, but she looked healthier than Silver could ever recall her being. His own occupation as a locksmith didn’t offer much on-the-job exercise, but he was active outside of his workshop. Berry looked like she could run circles around him.
A ruddy glow came to the earth pony’s gold-furred cheeks at Silver’s compliment. “You always knew how to flatter, Silver,” she said, smiling. “Are you hungry? I know they offer stuff on carts on the train…”
Silver’s eyes brightened at that. The service cart had come through, but he had declined it since it was expensive and not very high-quality food.
“Nah, I wanted to save what little cash I have left,” Silver said. “But I am starving.”
“Good! I know just the place”, Berry chirped. “Come on, I’ll pay for you!”
Berry led Silver through the rainbow crowd of ponies, out past the station’s gates toward the town square. Since Silver’s few possessions had been shipped a week before on the slow cart to Ponyville, he only had his saddlebags’ meagre contents to carry with him. The two ponies trotted through the town’s central plaza. Berry had to call out to Silver a time or two, so distracted was the unicorn stallion by his new home.
Eventually, they reached Hayseed, a quaint cafe with outdoor seating that specialized in sandwiches. They requested a table for two, and after a short wait they were seated and seen to by a waiter.
“Sooo,” Berry said as they waited for their food. “Mind if I ask why, exactly, you moved out of the big city and into the boonies? You were unclear about your reasons.”
“I thought you liked Ponyville?” Silver asked, raising an eyebrow.
“Oh, it’s great!” Berry gushed. “Lots of fresh air and sunshine, and even though it’s a small community there’s plenty of ponies to meet and get to know. It’s just… well, it’s not Manehattan. It’s very quiet.”
Berry gazed into the distance over Silver’s shoulder, a faraway look in her eyes.
“You miss home?” Silver asked quietly.
“Well… yes and no,” Berry sighed. She shifted in her seat, like she couldn’t find a comfortable position. “I do miss Manehattan - it’s so busy and alive. But I’ve found a kind of peace here - it’s not quite a whirlwind. Celestia’s protege is here, and that injects a bit of chaos into the sleepy town life… so I think I have a good balance.”
Silver nodded along with Berry, and felt a pang of homesickness. He’d left in a hurry, and wondered if he’d ever return. He didn’t have any family to speak of that could offer him a place to stay, and Ponyville was the closest town to Manehattan where he could afford to live. He missed the bright lamps at night that kept Manehattan in that perpetual twilight he loved so much. He sighed and shook himself, clearing the cobwebs of memories from his head.
Their food was brought out seconds later, and they tucked in. Silver found his sandwich to be most agreeable - a puffy roll of hearty bread stuffed with geraniums and sweet grass. Berry happily munched on her own alfalfa-and-oats sub. Silver looked his friend up and down. It’d been three years since he had last seen her, when she left to take care of an ill relative in Ponyville. She decided to stay after her aunt got better, and had been here ever since.
She was lost to her sandwich, but Silver kept noticing her shift and squirm every few seconds, like she couldn’t sit still. He arched an eyebrow. Berry had always been energetic, but he could tell she was still acting a bit strange.
“Are… you okay, Berry?” Silver asked, putting his sandwich down. “You keep… moving.”
Berry jolted slightly, her sandwich-joy interrupted. She opened her eyes and blinked, and after a few seconds of confusion, smiled.
“O-oh! Right! Silly me!” she giggled. “It’s… well, it’s because of my job, actually. I’ve been taking these new supplements, and they’re having some interesting effects on my body. Hang on, I have to visit the little filly’s room - I’ll tell you more when I get back.”
With that, Berry hopped up from the table’s bench and trotted off to the back of the cafe. Silver watched her go, eyeing her curvaceous rump before doing a double-take, gasping at what he saw between Berry’s athletic thighs. Silver and Berry had been casual lovers for a time - nothing serious, just friends who would on occasion enjoy each other’s intimate company. Her physique had always held a special place in his heart, since she was the first futanari pony he had ever slept with,. He often recalled her small package with fondness - it wasn’t particularly large compared to some of the other futas he’d slept with since then, but he admired the way her dainty balls pulled tight against her body.
However, as Berry walked away, Silver didn’t catch a glimpse of her small shaft. Instead, all he could see was a massive pair of testicles, bulging out of her tight scrotum. They bounced and swayed lasciviously beneath her, slapping against her inner thighs and hanging proudly beneath her small, tight anus.
They had been roughly the size of large walnuts the last time he’d seen them. Now, each one was the size of an overripe apple - practically spheroid - covered in large veins that throbbed visibly. Berry owned a pair of testicles that put the biggest draft stallion to shame. Silver gulped.
As Berry turned out of sight, Silver shook his head and did a quick glance around the cafe to see if any of the other patrons had also noticed Berry’s endowments and had a similar reaction. None of them made any motions or sounds to indicate they had seen her, or that they had any adverse reaction to her if they had. He busied himself with his sandwich, blushing faintly, and after a few minutes Berry came back.
“Much better,” she sighed as she sat back down. “Now, about my job.”
“Yes,” Silver said, finding it hard to make eye contact with his old friend. “Your job. And changes. To things. Please, tell me.”
Berry cocked an eyebrow at his nervousness, but took a deep breath and began to explain.
“Shortly after I came here this new place opened up. It’s sort of like a nightclub, you could say. That’s what initially drew me to it - I missed the club scene back in Manehattan. I didn’t really know anypony here other than my aunt, and she’s not much of a dancer. So I went by myself, and… well, one thing lead to another and I wound up being offered a job!”
She took a big bite of her sandwich and chewed thoughtfully, gazing up at the branches of a nearby tree.
“It’s certainly not something I had thought I’d be doing, but the hours are great, the pay is fantastic, and I get to meet a lot of interesting ponies. And the owner is super-nice!”
“And… your job involves you taking supplements that… make… um,” Silver stammered, trailing off. He was finding the subject of this conversation surprisingly difficult to talk about. True, most ponies were open about sexuality - it was hard not to be when 99% of the population walked around naked all day long. Silver wasn’t a prude by any sort of metric, but he’d never seen a transformation quite like what had happened to his old friend. Berry leaned forward over the table.
“That make my balls swell up?” she rasped in a conspiratorial whisper, finishing his sentence. “Yes.”
“Ah. Sounds… interesting.”, Silver murmured, trying to hide his curiosity.
Berry’s eyes widened as a flash of recognition swept across her face. She leaned back, her facial expression morphing into a coy grin. It didn’t go unnoticed.
“Oh, no” Silver groaned. “Not that. Anything but The Grin.”
“Oh, yes, The Grin,” Berry spoke airily through clenched, smiling teeth. “I just remembered something interesting about you that is very relevant. You’re coming with me.”
“Yeah, uh, no thanks, I… I think I hear my mother calling,” he joked, ducking his head and pretending to scoot out of his chair. The Grin made him wary - for good reason - but he knew that his friend wouldn't drag him along for something that she knew would make him feel… too uncomfortable.
Berry laughed loudly at his antics. “Silver Key, you will come with me, if only because I have selflessly paid for your lunch,” she proclaimed, standing up from her seat and placing her forehooves on the table. Silver couldn’t help his eyes instantly flicking downward to his gaze at her shaded underbelly, her large balls outlined by the sun backlighting them.
“I promise you this - it will be interesting and may even result in a lucrative job AND we would get to hang out again. Which would be awesome,” she concluded.
“A job?” Silver asked, his ears flicking up in interest as he met the mare’s gaze.
Berry’s eyes glinted dangerously, The Grin widening.
“Oh, yes. A job,” she giggled.