Low Rider's Lunch Break

by LoreLove

Rating: mature
Tags: Original Character, Porn, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, Sex, Slice of Life
Length: 3766

Being a marechanic can have its benefits. It also tends to get a bit boring when other ponies are out of the shop. Why not make the lunch break a bit fun?

Low Rider has been a marechanic for a while. She doesn't exactly pass by without at least several glances in her direction. Her coverall's a bit of a tight fit, but it helps clients give her tips, so it seems to work out. A small bit of fun in the shop for lunch could take a bit of the boring pace out of the day. Time to see if her customer wanted to help out.

Cover art by: Jargon Scott

Published 2015-02-08 05:40:01 UTC
Last updated 2015-02-08 05:40:01 UTC

Shifting Gears

If there was one thing Low Rider enjoyed, it was working on carriages. Her coveralls were stained with oils, grease, and had holes in them here and there. She loved every second of the dirty work. Only two things ever really seemed to bother her – one, certain customers; and two, the way her rather large breasts hardly fit into her outfit.

Still, while the dark pink pegasus had a bit of an issue fitting into her work gear at times, it never really stopped her from actually doing her job. Days spent fixing up a carriage were the best she could think of. It gave her something to do and she was good at it. It also helped alleviate her worries and distract her mind from other troubles. Even if her attitude was a bit more blunt than most ponies, she still had many happy customers.

Her dark green mane fell against the ground as she laid back on the ground scooter and kicked her hind legs. The scooter rolled smoothly until her breasts caught on the chassis above. It seemed the carriage wasn't quite lifted high enough to accommodate her H-cup globes. Still, one grunt and another push was all it took to finally send her under the frame properly and allow her to get to work. A minor annoyance, all things considered.

Her lime green eyes studied everything as she checked for any flaws or damages that might be imperceptible from any other angle. A few bolts seemed to be missing. Probably what caused the wheel to loosen and fly off, she reasoned. Either way, the customer had paid well enough and seemed to be waiting on her to fix up the ride. She was the only marechanic in the shop for the next few hours.

The thought made her huff a bit. Most of the stallions in the shop left it up to her to finish up after hours. It's not that she had problems with doing it, exactly, but she certainly didn't take kindly to being tossed other ponies' work so lightly. They were lucky she enjoyed her job so much. Of course, she also enjoyed making the most out of it all.

She didn't get satisfied customers only from working on their carriages all the time. A few had been taken into the back room or right there on the garage floor for a little one on one. The thoughts made her smirk as she fastened a few bolts in place. Having a lovely set of crotch breasts did manage to earn her a nice tip now and then. It clearly gave ponies a reason to come to her shop instead of the others.

A foreleg lifted, the marechanic pressed her hoof to one of the metal plates in the undercarriage. A little loose. Might need to fix that, too. Getting a wrench into position with her mouth, she let her hooves do the rest, tightening the bolt to get the plate nice and secure. Satisfied, she nodded. It would do, at least for the time being. She figured it might require a more thorough fix later on, though; possibly even a replacement.

Her back legs pulled against the smooth pavement below, sending her scooter rolling once more. Again, her breasts caught against the edge of the carriage's underside as she moved to exit. In response, she grumbled, bit her lip and pulled once more. Even through her blue coveralls, she could feel her sensitive nipples rub at the edge of the metal frame above. Oh, she liked that.

She wasn't aroused earlier, but that graze to her large melons had her mind running in another direction. When she shoved out completely from beneath her work, she sat up and sighed. The strain on her outfit was obvious and she had trouble keeping them wearable for more than a month. Holes ended up being made over the nipples and backside before other areas.

She wiped her brow with a foreleg, smearing a fresh streak of oil along her coat as she dropped the wrench. When her hoof came down, she tugged at the zipper to her coveralls. The metal teeth popped open, one by one, splitting her garment down her body just a little further than mid-way. Perhaps a small bit of personal maintenance was needed now. A glance at the clock had her shrug and tug the zipper down more. It was lunch time for her anyway.

The pink mare hopped forward and began to trot towards the back room. It wasn't until she was at the door that she remembered the customer waiting in the front of the shop. Her eyes rolled as she thought about the situation and shrugged. Why not? Worse that could happen is they say no and ask if their ride is done.

Her walk had her hind legs bumping into her breasts with each step, but that was easy to ignore. The way they nearly scraped against the floor wasn't. Not in the mood for wasting too much of her lunch hour, the pegasus decided it would be best to get the encounter out of the way as soon as possible. Her walk shifted halfway towards a gallop as she went about to open the door.

Inside was a cream color stallion, earth pony variety, with a brownish-black mane and tail. He looked to be interested in the paper in his hooves until he heard the door. One glance over and his gaze seem to stick. She could feel his eyes almost scouring her body before they landed directly on her opened outfit. The zipper had given way to show off plenty of cleavage below without giving up the nipples.

“Hey,” she said simply, not minding that he kept his eyes from her own. “Your carriage is almost done. I'm about to go on lunch.”

“Uh, okay,” the stallion said slowly, his eyes staying locked on her breasts before giving a tiny glance up. “Should I... stay here?”

“Listen, you can look at them all you want if you come to the back, but I'm not waiting around here," she explained, turning around. “Got it?” Without waiting for a response, she began her walk back to the garage.

If the guy cared to follow, her lunch could be enjoyed with a most pleasant entrée. If he didn't, she'd still have a nice sandwich to eat while she touched herself if it came down to it. All the mare had to do was wait a minute or two. The sound of the front door opening made her chuckle as she did her best to lag behind just enough to lead the way, should he choose to come around.

The dark pink pegasus ended up nearly having to stop at one of the parked carriages to listen. She could hardly hear the fellow's hoof steps, he was treading so lightly. At this rate, the back room would take ten minutes to reach with him. She grunted loudly in the hope he would hear the sound and hurry up.

They did pick up pace, but not enough. Low Rider sighed a bit and shimmied her hips and shoulder as she shrugged the coveralls down her body. The blue outfit slipped down to just along that supple plot with her tail pulling free of the hole in the suit. She propped herself up on the edge of the carriage with her forelegs as she leaned up against it and took a look back over her shoulder.

Soon enough, the curious stallion came around the corner and spotted the hard working mare who was looking to relax. His eyes widened at the sight before he moved up towards the pegasus, getting within a few feet of her. At certain angles, she could see his own arousal beginning to slip free of the sheath between his legs. He looked like a good size. Not the biggest she's had, but certainly more than acceptable.

“Well?” she asked, noticing he kept a bit of distance back. “I'm not standing like this to gawk at. If you want pictures, I can give you a calendar after.”

“Yes, ma'am,” the male sounded off in response, visibly firming up beneath himself and inching closer by the second.

“None of the 'ma'am' stuff. Just call me Rider,” the pegasus told him firmly. She wiggled her hips as she spoke, allowing her outfit to fall to her hooves. “Mount up. I've been needing this.”

Her hips moved back as her tail lifted, putting that soft rump of hers on full display and bringing her moist folds into view. The winking clitoris was a clear sign of showing how much she wanted this. Every small movement made her bare breasts sway and jiggle beneath her as she hungrily eyed her customer's meaty sausage. She wanted him now.

Those lime green eyes must have been enough of a signal for the male. With a small hop, his forelegs lifted off before wrapping around the marechanic's waist, allowing the stallion to get into position. That thick rod came at her quickly and poked at her backside a bit before he reached down with a hoof to aim his stallion-hood lower. The second it made contact with her glistening folds, he gave a hearty thrust forward.

Almost half of that stallion mast went in with just that single thrust. His hips shuddered and so did her own. The warmth cradled and hugged his unprotected member like no other, letting her muscles massage along his stiff pole. She loved getting a good round in when possible. It felt like he did, too. Goddesses, a real mount felt so good.

Her eyes closed as she leaned into the carriage, her chest and breasts rubbing along it and dirtying themselves in the process. The mare's hooves kept her steady as she felt the stallion lift upright. He held onto her flanks as he began to quicken his pace. He had such a good tool. The motions of his hips from each roll were driving her wild as she gripped along every inch he offered and pressed back when she could.

The sensation of the stallion moving within her felt amazing, having that flesh sink inside and pull back. Another push into her and she let her head rest on a hoof. She was practically drooling her mare juices all over his shaft and onto the floor and her coveralls below. It didn't matter. Getting a good lay was always a highlight for her.

“Ah! You're... pretty tight,” the stallion grunted as he bucked his hips into her.

“Mmf... Just... fuck me,” she moaned, tilting her ears back. There was no way she was going to let him go without a couple of orgasms for her break.

The motions grew more intense as he humped against her even harder. That long love stick of his plunged away at her inner-most depths, making the most lewd sounds she could imagine. The best part was having the sound echo out in the building. The noise of every wet suction or messy slurp from their penetration was no secret in the shop, should anypony else come by.

The only time she remembered this much motion was when working on one of the trains. The vibrations, the noise, the utter mess she was and then became. It was a thrill. A good bit of her juices trickled out and onto the floor as she thought about it all. Too bad a toy like that would too big for her home.

A harsh dip into her body had her wince, but she loved it. Her body even moved back at his next thrust to try and feel it again. It was hard finding a stallion that could reach that deep when they went in to the base. She could feel his hips shaking and his body lean more onto her back. He seemed to be getting pretty close.

“I-I... should... p-pull ou-” he tried to state before she looked back to him and put a hoof on his own.

“Uh-uh. Mm... just let it out... Cum inside me,” she panted, feeling her body reacting quite well with him humping away at her.

Giving only a nod in response, he moved to hug her waist from behind. His chest pressed to her back as his hips hammered away at the honey hole he was offered. That slick length glided back and forth repeatedly, pounding at her cervix and making her huff in a little pain. It was a good pain, though. One she had been looking for.

They only lasted a few seconds before before her body tensed up and her tunnel gripped him like a vise. Her slick juices nearly splashed out against his shaft and lap before she felt him flaring within her. Those hips of his shook as he pressed firmly inside and moaned out loud. It was then that the first rope of his thick foal batter spilled inside.

“Y-yes! Inside me,” she repeated, doing her best to encourage him to give it his all.

It seemed to work as he slammed her hips to his once more and let her body milk him expertly. Every rope of that white stallion seed filled her womb in a glorious flood of lust. Eventually, it became too much. The flow of his sticky spunk managed to gush out from between their joined bodies and against each other. It was so warm! Much warmer than the handle of her wrench and far more satisfying.

With a few stuttered pants and heavy breaths, they simply stayed in place to bask in the afterglow. They were a sweaty mess now, drooling and panting as they leaned against the dirty carriage. His shaft was still quite firm inside of her and she didn't stop trying to massage it. At least, not until he slowly began pulling back with a low groan.

The wet pop sounded out as his flared head left her body, followed by a small stream of his pearly white seed. When he began backing up, her eyes took a minute to focus before she looked back to him. Still hard, she saw. Her lips curled into a smile as she turned around and let her breasts bounce under her.

“I think you got another round in you. Let's get you on your back,” the pegasus said with a smirk.

No word from the stallion. His drooling, firm shaft was answer enough for her. As she moved forward, he eased back and down to sit until she ended up using her hooves to press him back fully. With him laying down, his member was at a bit of an odd angle; still, she liked seeing him be so compliant with the entire ordeal.

Low Rider moved up over him, those large breasts of hers caressing up his inner thighs and over his soft plums. When she sat atop him, her cleavage nestled around his girth, wrapping it in a warm hug. It seemed to please him just as much as when he was inside of her. The firm buds of her nipples teased themselves against his stomach before she leaned back and took an opportunity to look down at the horny stud.

“Let's make it quick,” she whispered, sounding as if she were trying to keep a secret between the two of them.

Her hips began a slow motion of rocking back and shifting forth atop his lap. Those plush melons worked around his stiff pole and up a good portion of it as her still-winking clit seemed to brush its base. It was just as fun this time to use her titanic breasts to milk and massage his slick cock as her lap eagerly ground against him.

The slick fluids from her arousal drooled out and along his lap, coating his balls in the scent of her need. When she reached her front hooves down, they pressed to the sides of her cushioned love pillows to secure a snug hold around him. Now in full control, her motions were getting a much better reaction – not only from him, but from herself as well.

Every move forward on his lap sent her cleavage up his shaft and her sensitive button moving against the base of his girth. A pull back and she let her lap settle down and those dark pink mounds rest right back along his groin. Her nipples were firm and every tease of his coat against them had her drawing out a long sigh of pleasure.

Her motions got more fluid, her hips rolling against him like an oiled bearing as she kept her hold along his erect member as firm as she could manage. The bob of his length had her smile a few times when she noticed the clear pre-cum leaking from the tip. Daring to lean in, she licked at the base of it, kissing it once before starting to really grind down into him.

The stallion beneath her moaned and threw his head back against the floor as he let her take control. The two were giving into that carnal lust that was being worked up once again inside them. Each touch and press had them panting and groaning a bit louder as her tits squeezed along him and passed up and down the bottom-half of his tool. From the throbs she felt through her flesh, she knew he was getting close again.

The mare's pace increased, her wings flapping in time to amplify motions as she huffed and licked every part of the shaft she could reach. In such a position, she could really only run her tongue over a fourth of it. Still, she continued to rock frantically back and forth, massaging the shaft her mounds as she continued to grind the base with her nethers, teasing the stallion's balls below in the process. It was when she felt them draw up that she leaned back.

It was a tell tale sign in all males of what was about to happen. The thick plums lifted and hugged to his body as she ground herself firmly against him to get that last bit of her need. The second she felt him throb against her and saw him flare up was the moment her body melted atop him. To her, there was no hotter sight than that of a stallion letting loose from one of her tit-jobs.

The feeling of his rod pulsating against her as it spewed forth that glorious fountain of lust into the air made her moan and press further into him. Her own body reacted to the sight and the touch as she nearly sprayed his loins in her juices while watching him cum for her. The arcs of such brilliant bursts of heavy stallion semen were jaw dropping.

When the first of the ropes of hot seed hit the stallion's chest and floor, the wet spatter sounding out through the garage made them both gasp and moan. After a few seconds, the mare leaned forward in anticipation of the next throb, her tongue darting out in just enough time to intercept, stealing a taste of the final strand.

Delirious from the pleasure coursing through his body, the stallion below shuddered, weakly lifting his hips as he watched. Judging by the thick glaze he had just given both himself and the garage floor, the tasty male had been quite pent up, even after that first round. Once she saw he had calmed down enough, Low Rider chuckled and kissed the head of his member, letting the last of his seed slowly dribble out and spill between her breasts.

“Phew... Quite a bit you had saved up,” she noted as she shot the stallion a wink.

“Y... Yeah,” the earth pony panted out in response, looking like he might just pass out on the floor then and there.

“Good boy.” With that, she gave his sticky chest a few prods with her hoof. “Now, let's get you dried off so I can eat my lunch.”

The male gave a small nod and let her climb off before he sat up and forced himself to his now-shaky hooves. Worried he may not have it in him to make it to the washroom, Rider stood up as well. Letting the stallion throw a hoof over her shoulder for support, she slowly, but surely, got him to his destination before helping him wipe down most of his own creamy goodness. It was a little uncommon, but she'd done it more than few times before.

Once he was ready to go, she let him see himself out and grabbed the mop and bucket. It felt nice to work in the nude, cleaning the floor and feeling the breeze flow across her sweating body. She wasn't sure if she was lucky or not that most of the stallion's gift had managed to coat him rather than the floor. It was more than a little fun to hear it make that loud, wet clap against the pavement.

Before she knew, she was done. With a quick kick, the bucket was swiftly sent to the back of the shop. With that out of the way, the mare recovered her coveralls and quickly began tugging them back on. Unsurprisingly, the zipper caught mid-way, eliciting an eye-roll from the marechanic as she opted to leave the fastener as it was. No sense in fussing over it with a sandwich waiting to be eaten, she reasoned.

The dark pink pegasus made her way into the back room. She shot a quick look over at the clock as she popped open her lunchbox. Her eyes wandered from the time to her sandwich for a few moments until she shrugged and began munching on it. A ten minute lunch wouldn't be so bad. At least it was a fun one. It would certainly give her some good thoughts to touch herself to for the next couple of weeks.

The rest of the crew would be back soon. Probably best she had her fun when she did. Being walked in on wouldn’t exactly make for the greatest of times. It would only take one of those moments to happen before she would have to start taking precautions. Still, at least today wasn't all that bad. If only every day could go so nicely.

Another shrug to herself as she ate. Can't choose her oats, why bother worrying?

Author's Note

Cover image is by the talented Jargon Scott.