Caramel Corn

by Rasputin

Rating: mature
Tags: Original Character, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, Romance, Sex, Caramel
Length: 1977

River and Caramel have sex in a cornfield.

River succumbs to his deepest desires and fantasies with his coworker, Caramel.

Published 2012-05-09 13:14:01 UTC
Last updated 2012-05-09 13:14:01 UTC

Chapter 1

River worked in the fields of Sweet Apple Acres. At first, Sweet Apple Acres was a friendly, family business. Unfortunately, like all good things, it was eventually sold to a large, government-based corporation. He worked Monday through Friday, ten hour days. He picked strawberries. He liked to smell them, and that was about all he liked. It was torture, really. Farming with lush, juicy strawberries, and not being able to just pop one into your mouth. He was perpetually hungry.

River stepped inside his small Ponyville apartment. Legs dragging, back drooping. Everypony must work to live. Everypony must contribute to society, he thought dismally, tossing his worn saddlebag onto a dusty counter. The purpose of this monotony, the happiness? The childhood dreams of a glowing future, a promising plane stretched out in front of a dismal present? And what of the present? You can't escape it, it lingers with you forever. Strawberries. Sweet, juicy. He was living inside a savory strawberry, not allowed to sample.

He stepped inside his low-ceilinged living room, his hooves creaking on the dusty wooden floor. His depression suddenly made him wide awake, as sadness demands to linger in ones' unceasing mind. And then he stepped inside the room, and he saw Caramel. Sitting on his sofa. Legs slightly crossed, his hat on his head, as where hats usually go.

"H-hello Caramel," he stuttered, immediately wide-awake, shocked back into his cruel reality. "How did you get inside?"

"You leave your door unlocked." There was a pause. Caramel's strikingly blue eyes shone, a patch of sky in a musty atmosphere. A country pony. His brown hair, hanging in his face. Strong, silent. They worked in the fields together. Caramel worked in the corn field, adjacent to Rivers.

"So," said River, embarrassed. Always a little self-conscious. A little shy. Mild. "Did you-"

"River," Caramel stood, his eyebrows scrunched, focused. "I came here because I had to tell you something."

"You always... get to the point," River said, trying to laugh. Caramel. So blunt. So frank. His hair, his eyes. A strawberry you're not allowed to taste.

"I love you," said Caramel.

"Caramel... I-"

"I just had to tell you. I can't hide from this anymore," he said, shrugging. A smile on his mouth. "I'll see you tomorrow at work," he said. And then he left, brushing his flank against River as he trotted into the hallway. River distantly heard the door slam.

Rivers' legs scrunched, and he stood still. This position he continued silently, his flank where Caramel grazed him slightly tingling. His heart was beating rapidly, as if frightened. He was frightened. Frightened of what, little River? Frightened of Caramel, or frightened of your own feelings?

***

River went to work the next day. He went like usual, with a quick pace, no dilly-dallying. He went abruptly to his station, and began. The bucks around him, picking silently. The sun, beating down. A nice day. No clouds. Slightly muggy. He picked. And he didn't taste. The corn field loomed over his backside. Could Caramel be in there? Could he peek his head out, and whisper a joke as usual? Or advise, wisdom? He didn't appear.

Lunch break. The others ran to the main farm. River lingered behind. He made sure supervisors were watching, and then stretched out a careful hoof. He picked up a strawberry from his bushel and ate it. It was so sweet. He chewed slowly and swallowed. It was cold, crisp. Temporary relief. He needed more relief.

A sound interrupted him from behind. And there he saw Caramel, sticking his head out from the wall of corn, blowing in the faint breeze. River smiled, and walked over to him. The grass under his hooves, the smell of the grain. Caramel greeted him when he became near enough for casual conversation.

"Hey," he said, grinning timidly. His brown hair, blowing in his face. His blue eyes, almost perfectly blending with the pure sky above. The sky had gained new meaning.

"I'm sorry if this response is a bit late," River said, attempting to sound confident. His small body tensed and shook. "But I love you too." A gust of wind. The corn stalks blowing, rustling in the plane, deserted. Only them.

"I didn't know you were-" Caramel started, gingerly stepping out of the shroud of plants, separating the two admitted lovers.

"I didn't know I was either," Rivers started. "But then I met you." A large, irresistible smile broke out across Caramel's face, crinkling his eyes. River suppressed an adoring sigh. "I think," said Rivers. "That we're all a little gay."

Caramel laughed, the burst echoing across the landscape. River, for a fleeting moment, knew exactly what he wanted. He rocketed into Caramel, pushing him back into the cornfield. They kissed as he lay atop of him. Caramel's strong hooves, stroking Rivers' modestly muscled back. River squirmed on top of him, attempting to become closer, to merge together. Their faces connected at the mouth, their muzzles opening and closing, tasting each others' masculine breath. The muscled chests, rubbing against each other, sending spiraling sensations down Rivers' quivering spine.

Caramel continued to rub Rivers' body, up and down, lower. Rivers' hooves held Caramel's dear face so close, the two colts spinning in the euphoria of the others' touch. River eventually halted his enthusiastic kissing, and cuddled into Caramels' arms, huddling into his protective wall of warm fur, feeling the breathing pony's body wrapped around his. Crawl into a ball, and let Caramel melt over him. Caramel's mouth reached over and kissed him on the cheek, lingering long enough to let a sigh escape him lips.

"You're shaking," Caramel whispered into Rivers' round ear, closing him arms around him, shielding. His long, lean leg wrapping around Rivers' own. "Are you scared?" Caramel leaned his hoof under Rivers, and pulled his chin so it was facing his own blue eyes. Their eyes locked. A connection, a bond. Their bodies, heaving so close. Not close enough.

"I'm not afraid," Rivers said, softly. The hoof on his chin softened, and Caramel began to stroke his dark mane, twirling it passively. He felt Caramel's breath in his head, his light sweat running together, pressing against him.

Caramel rolled him over gingerly, kissing his neck as he lay him belly-first onto the warm earth. Rivers' head pulsed, his skin buzzed uncontrollably. River left one ear down, listening to the thud of their bodies against the moist soil. He spread him arms by his side.

Caramel began kissing him. Starting at the top of his back, adding tongue. Swirling. Moving down. Lower. The center of his back, rubbing, kissing. The feeling of Caramel's amorous, toned flesh pushing into him. His lips, brushing against his curling spine. Lower, lower. His flank, hiding behind his tail, which River quickly swished aside. Licking, feeling. River groaned. His erection throbbed into the floor.

River rolled over. He held his face us to the sky. Caramel rounded off of him, and began to kiss his penis. Tongue sweeping, tasting. Wrapping around, from tip to bottom. River sunk into the soil. He tried to bite him lip, preventing any sound from escaping. River leaned back onto his hind legs and wrapped his arms around Caramel's backside, pushing him upwards.

Slowly, through lots of hard, passionate kissing, River embraced Caramel on top, digging his hooves into the dirt, arching into his thudding heat. More kissing. Firm, loving, assured.

River reoriented himself, turning slowly into the 69 position. Caramel's colthood stood upwards, another beloved appendage of Rivers' special pony. Caramel began licking away, sparing no time. A warm, soothing fire. Rushing, spinning. Feeling his mouth, his teeth. His juicy tongue, felt from Rivers' most sensitive input.

Almost floating with arousing happiness, River began to fondle Caramel's penis, rubbing it up and down, digging his elbows into Caramel's strong, muscular knees. He played with his testicles, kneading and stroking them with tender care. Excited, Caramel continued his licking fiercer, digging Rivers' penis deeper into his maw, swishing it around the roof of his mouth. Caramel's hooves never strayed from Rivers' plot, clutching, pulling closer to his face.

Weakened and determined by this newfound intensity, River plunged Caramel's penis into his desperate mouth. His salivary gland practically gushed, and he coated Caramel with a light spit. With tight lips, River bobbed his heat fiercely, incoherently. Mad with pleasure.

They sunk deeper, deeper, preparing for an upwards plunge. A spring into a fall of pleasure, a leap of satisfaction.

Caramel abruptly stopped, spitting out Rivers' penis fondly, handing on to the tip for a while. Flicking his tongue over it. Nothing happened for a minute. Heavy panting, suggestive touching. River turned, hugging Caramel's shoulders, their penises touching, wiping against each other. River looked down into Caramel's eyes, his messy hair covering his smiling, slightly sweaty face. He had the most beautiful smile.

They kissed more, rolling deeper into the cornfield, privates clashing, bodies bonding. The corn swayed with every move from their bodies. Their mouths, filled with each other's precum. Vigorous, sexual kissing. Mutual want. The fire in their groins not yet empty.

"I love you," River whispered, in between kisses. Groaning. The moment, the pleasure.

"I love you, too," replied Caramel. Their tongues thrashing.

Caramel turned him over one final time, forcefully, his touch filled with fraught longing. Caramel carelessly nibbled at Rivers' ear, his penis bordering, waiting at the entrance of his flank.

"Are you ready?" he whispered, his voice blowing in the faint wind.

"Just fuck me already," Rivers tried to groan back, attempting to lean sideways, return his crotch into a more comfortable position. Pushing his hooves under his thighs.

Caramel seemed hesitant at first, wary of their lack of lubrication. But he wanted him. It was a minor setback. The sun shone, feathered through the corn onto Rivers' back, clouded by his mane.

Caramel slowly entered River, groaning as he carefully accessed Rivers' tight anus. Warm, clenched. A incomparable pleasure. River tensed, his body firm. He closed his eyes, his mouth slightly open.

Caramel gasped. He sucked in his stomach. Than, slowly, carefully, he tried to slide backwards, craving, wanting. Outwards, slipping his pelvis. Tight, tense. Caramel didn't think- he did. He thrust outwards and inwards, floating in the elation of his intense pleasure. River lay with his head to the floor, humbly taking what Caramel had to give. River smiled, his orgasm quickly approaching. His penis swelled and shook with each approaching thrust inside, and an empty part of his was whole. He liked feeling Caramel's breath on his ear. Caramel's mutterings of simple enjoyment. Caramel inside of him, Caramel's body against his.

Caramel came first, spilling his seed into Rivers' recently opened anus. It sloshed inside of his colon, and ejected a force into his body that seemed to swell upwards. Caramel grasped onto him, hugging him close. River came shortly after, ejaculating into the dry ground, soaking up his bodily fluids. River, straining outwards, his face pressed forcefully into the field. Shaking, sweating. Strong arms, around his back, the hooves brushing his fur, electric nervous sensations.

River faced to the sky, and Caramel was there, face flushed, staring into Rivers' eyes. They ended it with a kiss, as most things are ended by.

Adults are always constantly looking for things to assist them in escaping their own cruel reality, distractions to chase after and forget what silly aspirations and requirements they are actually expected to obtain. Sometimes, when you're living in a dry land of forgotten promises, when the future isn't a promising outlook but an obscene blur, when love is the only thing you can reach for, the real misdeed would be abstaining. We all live in a world of suppression and the greatest deeds and beauty are the ones of simple oblivion. The ones of forgetting.

The End