The trot through the long hall that led to his employer's office was normally an uneventful trip for Caramel; the pine walls were devoid of decoration, interrupted only by one door on either side that led to rooms whose contents were unknown to the young stallion. It was the door he'd entered only twice before, however, that bore his full attention. He knew very well what, or rather who waited in the chamber beyond, and yet, today, he had no idea whether to be excited or terrified, finally settling on a balance of the two emotions that left his stomach queasy and his heart beating at a pace the amber earth pony knew had to be hazardous to his well-being.
He finally approached the door behind which his destiny awaited – be it good or otherwise – and raised a trembling hoof to knock just below the placard that read, “Cherry Jubilee – Owner and Operator.” As he awaited a response from within, he replayed the conversation that had led him to this moment...
***
Cherry Hill Ranch was the pride of Dodge Junction, its sprawling orchards providing the town with a great deal of its revenue and seasonal employment. The promise of work and lodging attracted the attention of many ponies in search of a job, and Caramel was no exception. A nasty break-up with Wind Whistler had left him with an urge to take his leave of Ponyville for an extended period of time, and his longtime friend Applejack suggested coming to the Ranch to try his hoof at cherry harvesting. Her own experiences, influenced as they were by pride and shame, had been pleasant nonetheless, and her praise for both the Ranch and its matron had been enough to convince Caramel to take the train the very next day in search of a steady source of bits.
Not one to turn down an eager worker with “quick hooves and a strong back,” Cherry Jubilee had agreed to an interview with the stallion. The two previous times Caramel had been inside her office consisted of said interview, followed the next day by a brief congratulations and welcome from the cheerful mare and a tour of Cherry Hill Ranch and the modest apartments that had been erected for the sole purpose of housing her help. Her nigh-infectious joy was a welcome relief to the amber earth pony, and he found himself content for the first time since departing his home town, soon settling into the routine of cherry bucking and growing accustomed to his new quarters.
The Apples had enlisted Caramel's assistance in the past when faced with daunting bumper crops of their namesake fruit, so he was very familiar with the process of bucking apples. Cherries, on the other hoof, were a much different fruit, and the trees that bore them differed from apple trees in one key way: their size. Getting used to the smaller and more delicate plants took some time, and Caramel found that his most reliable attribute as he worked the orchards was not the strength of his hind legs, but rather his finesse, making sure to line up each kick in the precise spot that would garner the best results and deliver a blow hard enough to bring the small round fruits raining down into the waiting baskets but not so hard that the bark split.
Nearly three weeks after his hiring, he had mastered the art, or at least grasped it enough that he was confident in his abilities. He and two other mares, also seasonal hires, were working their way through the northern edges of the orchard, the cherries on those trees having ripened most recently. Caramel looked up at his next target, an older tree with dark bark and branches weighed down with a healthy supply of tiny red orbs, the fruits standing out among the brilliant leaves. Confident in the placement of his baskets, he turned his back to the tree and peered over his shoulder as he lifted his rear right hoof, carefully aligning the appendage with the center of the gnarled trunk. With a quick inhale, he tucked his leg close in to his body, then struck out against the wood as he released his breath, the dull thud soon followed by the satisfying racket of empty wooden containers filling up with ripe cherries. As usual, the majority of the fruit had found its way into his baskets, but a few stragglers lay on the ground beside. He bent down and began to pick up the stray cherries, grasping their stems with his teeth and sending them to join their friends in the container with a flick of his head. As he clamped down on the last of the vagrant fruits, a perky voice chimed in from behind him. “Well, you've certainly developed a fine technique, Mister Caramel.”
He tossed the final cherry into a brimming basket and turned with a smile to face his employer. It was not an uncommon sight to see the mare out in the fields, checking on the progress of her employees and lifting their spirits with casual conversation or the occasional provision, free of charge. “Thanks, Miss Jubilee. I've had plenty of practice.” He gave a quick nod to the cream-colored mare and said, “Anything I can do for you?”
“Straight to the point,” she said with a chuckle. “I like that.” Even as often as he heard her laugh, the sound of its spirited peal always brought warmth to his heart, and he once again reminded himself how fortunate he was to have a boss like her. With a tilt of her head, Cherry Jubilee continued, “Yes, in fact, there is something, Mister Caramel. It's why I came out here in the first place. I wonder if you'd mind taking tomorrow off?”
The amber pony was stunned. Instantly, he flashed back to the debacles of past Winter Wrap-Ups in Ponyville and his unfortunate tendency to misplace the grass seeds. While scouring his recent memories for potential mistakes, he searched the mare's face for any indication that he'd done something terribly wrong, but all he saw was a pleasant, soft smile; she never seemed to have any other look. Her welcoming visage calmed his nerves enough that he was able to respond to her question after a brief pause. “Why do you ask?” Before he could stop himself, he added, “Was it something I did?”
Once again, Cherry's musical laugh rang through the trees. Once her mirth had adequately subsided, she answered his query. “Oh, no, no, nothing like that. Let me be a little more clear: I'd like you to take a break from working the orchard tomorrow. I have something important that I want to discuss with you, so if you please, come up to my office at ten o'clock tomorrow morning. All right?”
Caramel nodded dumbly, the potential implications behind the word “important” running through his mind faster than he could stop them.
His gesture of approval was met with a wider smile by the cream-colored mare, and her voice was energetic as always when she said, “Wonderful! Now, I'll let you get back to work, Mister Caramel.” She turned to leave, then looked back at Caramel over her shoulder and added, “Ten o'clock sharp tomorrow!” before trotting away towards the headquarters of Cherry Hill Ranch.
Caramel watched her go, his eyes drawn to her swaying tail and hips for a moment before he remembered his decency and turned back to the task at hoof. As he continued to consider the possibilities of his “important” meeting with his boss, a strange scent drifted to his nostrils. Taking a tentative sniff, he was struck with the sensation of...cherries? The smell was anything but foreign to him, considering his proximity to the fruit since his arrival at the Ranch, but this aroma was much...sharper than the usual smells that wafted among the trees. He could almost taste the sweetness of a cherry on his tongue, and a jolt of electricity pulsed through his body as he inhaled. A moment later, his head was clear, the strange scent gone from the air, and Caramel returned to his work. It progressed far slower than he would have liked; his mind, still burdened with insecurities despite Cherry's insistence that he was in the clear, brought up his past mistakes in a detailed list, complete with bullet points describing his failures in their entirety. And that weird smell... Slowed by his addled brain, the amber earth pony still managed to complete his quota – barely – and slept through the night surprisingly well, only darting awake once as an image of Cherry Jubilee frowning and shaking her head in disappointment loomed large in his dreams. Strangely, when he fell back into the throes of slumber, the very next image that presented itself was the view of his boss's gorgeous rose-hued tail swaying back and forth in time with her hips as she walked away from him.
***
The refreshing effects of sleep had rejuvenated Caramel's body, yes, but his mind was still burdened as it cycled through the potential outcomes of his upcoming encounter with the proprietor of Cherry Hill Ranch. He was in the midst of considering where else he could apply for work when an answer to his knock came, mere moments having transpired since his arrival at Miss Jubilee's door. Her upbeat voice brought him back to reality. “Come on in!” After another second of hesitation, Caramel obliged and opened the door, stepping slowly into the office where his fate was about to come to a head.
Cherry Jubilee didn't have the biggest or most grandiose office; rather, much like its owner, it was straightforward and accommodating. Light streamed in from the windows on the right wall, the early hour evident in the angle of the light as it illuminated the room with its pleasant glow. While there was no carpet in the room, the wooden floor was solid and smooth, and Caramel trod over it with ease, each hoof step clacking against the planks beneath him. On the left wall, a simple painting of a flowery landscape lent an air of refinement and comfort to the moderately-sized room, even if the artist's rendition of the various blooms did occasionally cause the viewer to experience hunger pangs. The opposite wall from the door remained bare. A cherry wood desk – Caramel had been most unsurprised by this detail – sat near the wall, flanked on either side by cushioned chairs that were comfortable for both the pony who had been summoned to the room and the one who currently occupied her seat behind the sparsely-decorated desk. As the amber stallion took his tentative steps toward his seat, the door closing behind him with a thud that sounded louder in his ears than he would have liked, Cherry Jubilee rose from her seat and circled around the desk to greet him. “Well, good morning, Mister Caramel!” the cheery mare said, her enthusiasm once again calming Caramel's jitters, if only a little. “Sleep well?”
He managed a smile to match hers and said, “Yes ma'am, Miss Jubilee.”
The mare patted his shoulder twice as she said, “Wonderful, good to hear.” With a gesture toward the seat nearest the stallion, she added, “Go ahead, have a seat.”
Caramel obeyed as Cherry took her place behind the desk once again. For a moment, she just looked at him with her same smile, and the stallion felt a single bead of sweat drift from his mane and begin a trek down his face. The mare's constant upbeat attitude, while endearing, was surprisingly unnerving as he sat in her office, cherry wood and silence occupying the space between the two ponies. Finally, after seconds that ticked by far too slowly, the mare spoke again. “I imagine you're wondering why I asked you to come here today, Mister Caramel.”
That's putting it lightly. “Yes ma'am, I've been wondering about that a lot.” Caramel's nostrils twitched all of a sudden, and he sniffed silently at the air. His memories of yesterday triggered as the same sharp, vivid scent of cherries rushed into his olfactory canals, dancing across his tongue much as it had the first time, and he barely suppressed a shudder as the sensation of the smell coursed through him. His fretting mind drew a blank as he attempted to identify the odd aroma, the worry and confusion combining to leave him thoroughly flustered.
Seemingly oblivious to the suffering of the stallion before her, Cherry said, “I understand. I'm sorry I didn't tell you more yesterday, but we were both so busy.” She paused, and Caramel swore he saw something flicker across her eyes, but he couldn't tell what; his mind wasn't exactly keen on concentrating on anything at the moment. The cream-colored mare continued, “Now, what I'm about to discuss with you isn't meant to leave this room. Is that clear?”
For the first time since he'd met Miss Jubilee, Caramel looked at her face and felt threatened. He quickly swallowed his terror and answered in a nervous voice, “Yes, ma'am.”
The imposing look faded as quickly as it had arisen, and Cherry was back to her jovial self as she said, “Thank you so much. Well, to be perfectly honest with you, I called you here to offer you a special job.” His ears perked up. “Let me start by explaining that this is something only you can do, Mister Caramel, and if you turn it down, well...” she looked up at him with a hint of sadness in her eyes, and...something else that the amber pony couldn't put his hoof on. “...I'll be very disappointed,” she finished.
A fresh waft of scent hit Caramel, and his mind reeled as he breathed in the overpowering smell. He pushed past the strange growing heat that was roiling inside him, focusing on the conversation that had just taken a very curious turn and trying to ignore the strange sensation that was running through his body and making his vision slightly blurry. “What sort of 'job' would that be, Miss Jubilee?”
“Please, call me Cherry,” she responded quickly, her smile widening.
“Only if you call me Caramel,” the stallion responded, smirking despite the torrent of strange feelings that were doing their very best to distract him.
“Very well, Mist- Caramel,” the mare said, grinning at her near slip-up. She took a deep breath, and her face grew serious as she began to speak again. “The fact of the matter is...well...I'm...” The faintest hint of a blush began to form on her cream-colored cheeks. She inhaled once more, then said softly, “I'm in heat.”
What. Caramel's brain dropped everything it had previously been processing and focused on this one tidbit of information that the mare across the desk from him had just divulged. Even the mysterious smell was forgotten for a moment as her three simple words echoed through his stalled mind.
Not awaiting a response from the dumbfounded stallion, Cherry continued, “And I'd like you, Caramel, to help me...solve that problem.”
WHAT. The amber pony doubted he could even solve a simple mathematical problem at that point. Only an instant later, all his senses recovered from their temporary crash, and he could think again. He realized several things at once: his jaw was hanging open; his eyes were opened as wide as his lids could stretch; and the scent was back, and it was absolutely overwhelming, its potency cranking up his internal temperature and ripping through every vein in his body, but seeming to focus on one specific area that had not received such attentions in some time. Attempting to ignore the stirring in his loins, Caramel managed a response. “But...w-why me?”
“Lemme give you a bit of history first,” Cherry began, and Caramel eagerly latched onto her tale, desperate for some distraction from the tension that was building at an alarming rate inside his body. “I've never found a stallion who I'd like to marry; my work here on the Ranch was always more important than settling down and starting a family. Nevertheless, I am a mare, and as such, my body has its natural cycles where I just need some good old-fashioned action, if you know what I mean. Earlier in life, I used to satisfy my cravings with any old stallion who caught my eye for a second, but I started to get a...reputation, and I just wasn't comfortable with that, let me tell you. I decided then what I'd do. I'd been hiring help here at the Ranch for a few years before, and I figured that instead of getting my kicks with just anypony, I may as well look at the fellas I'd already had a good long interview with, somepony who I knew both as a friend and a hard worker. When my urges started to kick in the next time, I took a look through my list of male employees and found the most suitable candidate, and I asked him for...help, much as I'm asking you right now.”
Caramel had to admit, there was some sense in her explanation, but he brought up a pressing question: “How in Equestria am I a 'suitable candidate'?” Part of his brain told him it was a perfectly logical question to ask; another, much louder part was practically screaming at him not to say anything stupid that would cause her to reconsider her offer.
The mare smiled warmly, and Caramel's heart skipped a beat. “You don't need to be so down on yourself all the time, Caramel.” She placed a hoof on the desk, extending it toward him; he got the hint and brought his own hoof to rest on top of hers, a tingling electricity running down his leg and through his body as he made contact. She looked into his eyes for a moment, then said, “First and foremost, you're not in a relationship already; in my younger years, I managed to cause some serious damage to two separate couples because I was greedy, and I resolved to never act that selfishly again. Second, ever since you've shown up here, you've been one of my best workers, and I'm not just saying that! It takes most stallions who come from an apple-bucking background much longer to get accustomed to our work, and you impressed me with how fast you learned and became a very capable cherry harvester.” The blush that had formed on her cheeks deepened. “And third, you're not exactly hard on the eyes.” She looked away and grinned sheepishly, then cleared her throat and continued, “Now, you listen up good, Caramel. If you're not comfortable with doing this, I understand completely, and I'm not gonna pressure you into anything. It's your decision.” Her eyes locked onto his again, her light green irises twinkling in the sunlight that bathed the room.
Caramel was at a loss. He had never received so many compliments in his life, not even from Wind Whistler; in fact, the mare sitting across from him was almost a polar opposite to his old marefriend. Where Wind was a mare who knew what she wanted and would take it, regardless of who stood in her way, Cherry had just made herself so very vulnerable even though she might not receive the satisfaction he knew her body craved. The pegasus had her moments of sweetness, but far too often, she snapped or spoke harshly after a bad day, while he had rarely seen the cream-colored earth pony without a smile and a kind word for everypony she came across, no matter what may have been going on in her own life. As he looked more closely at the seated mare, his breath caught as he noticed her as if for the first time, from her cascading rose hair and her eyes that sparkled with vibrancy and joy to her full body, not athletic or wiry but real, with curves in all the right places, the product of a busy and successful life. His insecurities began to melt away, all the worry from earlier replaced with a comforting warmth that emanated from his heart and from the hoof that still touched hers.
Then he inhaled through his nostrils deeply, and a realization flooded into his brain along with the tantalizing scent: It was her. The mare who had invited him to her office had been feeling the effects of her heat at least since yesterday, and the strange smell that had occupied his nose then and swam through his head freely now was evidence of her desperation, her pheromones going wild to express her nigh-unfathomable need for intimacy. Yet, here she was, offering him a choice and making sure he was comfortable and willing rather than leaping headlong across the desk and pinning him to the ground just to restore her own sanity. He'd seen the effects of heat on a mare before, and he knew in his heart that it was all she could do to keep from throwing herself at him right then and there. A pang of pity echoed through his head for a moment, but it was quickly replaced by a new feeling: respect. His decision had been made. “Yes.”
As much as he knew she was trying to hide her need from him, it was still plain to see that she relaxed visibly as his affirmation reached her ears. “Oh, bless you, Caramel. I'm so happy to hear you say that.” Her grip on his hoof tightened a little, and he reacted in kind.
A moment passed. “So...how should we start?” the stallion finally proffered.
Without a word, Cherry pulled her hoof back, then planted both forehooves on the desk and lifted herself out of the chair, leaning her head forward with a sultry grin. Caramel picked up on her intentions quickly, mirroring her action and bringing his head to meet with the mare's, his eyes closing slowly. His lips found hers, the contact of the soft flesh sending jolts of elation through his head and down his body. He felt her face press into his with surprising force, her body betraying her desperation, and he pushed back in kind, their mouths pinned against one another. A moist sensation on his lips alerted him to the presence of her tongue, and he held nothing back, widening his jaw and allowing her access as she tilted her head and moved deeper into his mouth. Her wet, pink organ eagerly explored him, leaving a trail of saliva across the roof of his mouth, over his teeth, and even on his own tongue, which he flicked playfully against hers as she roamed around inside his maw. Her taste was sweet, but with a subtle, bitter aftertaste that sent chills through his mouth and mind. Finally, after a very thorough examination, her tongue finally retracted, and she pulled her face away, breathing heavily, a small string of saliva connecting the tip of her tongue to his lower lip. Her mouth, still open, spread into a soft smile.
Caramel, however, was not finished. Without warning, he brought his mouth to meet hers again, her eyes widening in surprise as he commenced another kiss. This time, he took the lead, his tongue eagerly lapping at the insides of her mouth, absorbing as much of her taste as he could. Each slurp of saliva, each contact with her soft gums or her moist tongue that joined him in its intricate exploration unleashed another bolt of pressure that echoed through his body, all the way down to the sheath between his hind legs. As he reveled in the passionate kiss, he became vaguely aware of his member as it slid out of its resting place and began to harden, the blood pumping through it as his tongue continued its wrestling match with hers. Suddenly, a strange sensation rippled through him, and he broke the kiss, eliciting a soft whimper from Cherry. He looked down and felt his cheeks grow hot with a blush. Apparently, his positioning in regards to the desk had caused his rapidly-growing erection to encounter a rather unexpected cherry wood obstacle, and his sensitive head had bumped up against the side of the desk as he expanded.
The cream-colored mare giggled, and Caramel looked up to see that her eyes had followed his and were now drinking in the sight of his hardening stallionhood, caught in an awkward position. His blush intensified, but Cherry brought her eyes back up and said in a seductive tone, “Looks like somepony's a little eager.” She winked at Caramel, who didn't think his cheeks could get any hotter, then said, “Get up on the desk, let me help you out a little.”
He didn't need to be told twice, and after a moment of adjustment, Caramel was lying flat on his back on top of the desk, his rear hooves splayed out and his front legs tucked in close to his barrel. His member was doing an admirable job of pointing the way to the ceiling. Cherry soon hopped up to join the amber pony, her light green eyes focused solely on the impressive stallionhood before her. Caramel breathed deeply and evenly as he watched her head lean forward, closer, ever closer to his erection, until he could feel her hot breath on his head. He quivered as the sensation of the air brushing against his sensitive flesh sent a ripple of pleasure through his shaft, then groaned when Cherry's adventurous tongue snaked out of her mouth and finally gave him a soft lick. His hips twitched involuntarily, and the surges of electric feeling snaked through him again and again as she became more bold, circling her tongue around the circumference of his member before licking across the tip of his head. She continued to attend to his head with her tongue, the moisture causing it to glisten, and Caramel grunted with pleasure as the sensations poured through him.
Eventually, Cherry moved further south, Caramel's head adequately wet, and ran her lips and tongue along the edges of his throbbing shaft. Her trek downward was met with further groans from Caramel, the soft wetness of her mouth invigorating him as she explored him. When she reached his base, she gently gave each of his balls a kiss, then moved back up towards his head on the opposite side of his shaft, softly sucking at his erection and sending shock waves of raw pleasure through him. It was quite clear, this mare knew what she was doing.
A sudden thought struck Caramel, even as he grunted in pleasure when Cherry began another long, wet journey down the side of his shaft. He raised his head slightly and gasped out, “Cherry?”
She paused her descent and looked up at him, removing her mouth from his member. “Yes, Caramel?” she asked in a voice that sounded as casual as if he were asking her for directions.
In a strange sense, he was. “I'd like to...do you too,” he managed.
Her narrow-eyed smile was devious and downright sexy. “Well, aren't you just a gentlecolt,” she said, standing up on all fours. As she maneuvered her body around, she said, “Can't recall anypony else in your situation making that request, but I'm more than happy to oblige.” Finally, she positioned herself over him, her head perched close to his erection while her back hooves rested just above his shoulders.
For the first time, Caramel saw Cherry in all her glory, and he nearly forgot to breathe. The smell was much stronger now, clearly emanating from her sex. The pink folds above his head were already glistening with moisture, a thin stream of which had wet the fur on her inner thigh. He grasped once again the severity of her aching need as he gazed in wonder at her eager treasure, and he licked his lips in anticipation.
The mare, however, clearly wasn't in a waiting mood. In one motion, slow and steady, she lowered her mouth to meet his moistened erection while her lower lips came down toward his own mouth. He gasped as she began to take in his stallionhood, her wet mouth closing quickly around his shaft and causing the pleasure to begin again, more intense than before. Caramel, however, would not be lax, and he brought his hooves up to stroke the flanks of his lover as he raised his head toward her entrance. She hummed slightly as he rubbed the thick flesh around her cutie marks, the vibration of her mouth sending fresh spasms of pleasure through his engorged member, but that was nothing compared to the feeling that coursed through his stallionhood when she let loose a strained moan as his tongue flicked out and made contact with her desperate lips. The intensity of the smell as his nose lay here, within inches of her leaking marehood, overtook his senses completely, flooding him with the truth of how long she had waited for this moment, and he was all too eager to lap at the juices that dribbled out of her, his generous licks along the edges of her entrance eliciting more soft moans from the mare who still had her mouth clamped around his erection.
Cherry was anything but idle, and even as she responded to his tender ministrations, he felt his length sink deeper into her mouth as she started to bob up and down, slowly at first, then building up speed. He was willing to play this game of action and reaction, and as her head continued its motions up and down his shaft, her tongue dancing over his sensitive skin and enhancing the pleasure to an incredible degree, he pressed his nose firmly against her folds and unleashed his tongue into her tight passage. Her muffled shout caused him to twitch, but he pushed on, penetrating her with his wet organ and swirling it around inside her passage, her taste flowing over him as the rush of her juices intensified with each sweep of his tongue around her inner walls. He brought his face as close as he could to her entrance, desperate to reach as far inside as possible, all the while using his tongue to add his own moisture to her passage.
The intensity of her oral attention lessened as he ventured further in, and finally, she extracted her head from his member and simply shouted her approval as his mouth went to work. He grinned slightly as an idea struck, and he slid one of the hooves that had been massaging her flank closer to the point of contact. Slowly, gently, he brought it near, Cherry groaning her approval, until he found his objective. As soon as the edge of his hoof made contact with her soft nub, her head flew back in a guttural scream, and several more followed afterward as he gently massaged the bundle of nerves while his tongue carried on its exploration of her treasure. Her voice, normally so gentle and uplifting, unleashed a torrent of yells that were, to Caramel's ears, primal and intense, and he buried his face in her marehood as he felt her body begin to twitch and spasm beneath his touch. A surge of fluid accompanied one final, elongated scream, and he eagerly lapped up all he could as his face and neck were soaked by liquid that smelled strongly of sweet, ripe cherries.
Her orgasm having run its course, Cherry's legs gave out, and she collapsed onto Caramel's body, making sure not to accidentally strike any of his more sensitive areas on the way down. He gently lowered her rump, pulling his head back from her soaked treasure, and allowed her to come to a rest atop him. For a few minutes, both ponies just breathed as the mare rode out the afterglow of her climax, Caramel's hooves idly stroking the soft flesh of her flank, his erection still moist and throbbing. That hardly seemed important to him, though, as Cherry's scent lingered in his head; he was glad to have satisfied the mare in her hour of need, even if he meant he'd have to take care of his...situation with his own hoof. Gently, delicately, he scooted out from under the cream-colored body, leaving her sprawled across the desk, breathing heavily. As he slid to the floor and got to his hooves, he was surprised by a voice from behind him. “Where are you going?”
He turned and saw that Cherry had lifted her head from where she lay on the wooden furnishing, and she was staring at him with intensity in her eyes. Just looking into her steely gaze made him pause, but he shook his head quickly and answered, “I thought you were finished.”
Her sweet laugh rang through the room, and she slid off the desk and shakily stood on all fours, her eyes twinkling with mischievousness as she looked at the amber stallion. “Once, yes,” she said in a deep, raspy tone, “but I don't think that's nearly enough.” As Caramel's eyes widened, Cherry positioned herself much like she had when the two ponies had kissed earlier, her front hooves propped up on the cherry wood. She tossed her head, the rosy mane flowing around her and gleaming in the sunlight; Caramel had to catch his breath as he witnessed the captivating scene. Her eyes burned with desire as she looked back at the amber pony and casually moved her tail aside, exposing her soaked and swollen nether regions to the stallion once again. “Besides, it wouldn't be very ladylike to leave her stallion unsatisfied.” She reached back a hoof and patted her substantial flank. “Now get over here and mount me.”
The emphasis she placed on her last two words were enough to send his mind reeling, not to mention the incredibly sexy image that lay before his eyes. He absorbed every detail, from Cherry's thick, strong legs and healthy rump to her luscious two-toned tail, from her sultry grin and free-flowing mane to her glistening treasure, moist with sweet juices and ever so inviting. He felt a throb from his erection, and knew then that he was harder than he'd ever been in his life. Almost in a trance, he walked up slowly and bent his head down, giving Cherry's marehood one last, long lick – drawing out a soft whimper from the cream-colored pony – before getting into position. At last, his front hooves were on the edge of the desk, his barrel mere inches from her back, and his head nearly buried in her copious mane. His stiff member was rubbing against the inside of her hind leg, and he drew his hips back and reached a hoof down to guide his erection. Both ponies gasped as his head made contact with her lower lips, and he rubbed his stallionhood around the edges of her passage, one final tease, the sensation of being so close to the glorious connection sending renewed pleasure through him. Beneath him, Cherry moaned, a desperate sound, and Caramel finally locked his hips and began the plunge into the mare's welcoming passage.
At the first sensation of penetration, Cherry threw her head back and shouted again, much like she had when his tongue had gone to work on her inner walls, and Caramel grunted and gasped as he pushed his hips forward slowly. The mare's mouth had been moist and warm, but the sensation as he sank deeper and deeper into her passage was unlike anything he'd ever felt. She was soft as velvet, each second of friction bringing with it a new onslaught of pleasure as her inner walls rubbed against his member. He met with little resistance, but she was not loose; rather, he fit in her snugly, her tunnel perfectly accommodating for his stallionhood. His mind reeled as his hips made contact with her rump; he had hilted inside her, the entire length of his erection enveloped in the wet warmth of Cherry's passage.
He remained that way for several seconds, reveling in the feel of the mare's inner walls around every inch of him as he listened to her moan her approval at being filled. At last, he began to move again, sliding back out just as slowly, the friction going out just as incredible as it had been going in. Finally, only his head remained inside, her passage desperately clutching at it as if pleading for him to stay. Cherry's breath came in gasps, and between exhalations, he heard her whisper, “Oh, Caramel...” That was all the motivation he needed, and he penetrated her again, her soft inner walls gladly welcoming his erection back with tingling pleasure across his length. His insertion was slightly faster this time, and he did not pause, instead beginning a gentle rocking motion of his hips as he dove deep inside her and pulled almost all the way out. Their lovemaking was anything but silent: Cherry provided the high notes with her elated cries, and Caramel gladly took the bass part with grunts of effort and groans of satisfaction as her walls clamped around his member repeatedly, sending wave after wave of pleasure through his entire frame.
An impulse struck the amber pony, and he paused mid-thrust and pulled out almost all the way. Cherry whined softly beneath him, but he planted a kiss on the top of her head and gave a nibble of her ear before he drew himself back, then plunged deep as quickly as he could. She screamed as he filled her suddenly, then moaned and whimpered as he repeated his slow extraction, rubbing against her inner walls excruciatingly slow. Again, a sudden plunge and a scream, and again, a slow, teasing friction accentuated by soft cries as he moved his hips back. She swiveled her head around, her cheeks red with a blush, and said as his member ground slowly against her, “Oooh, you...tease...just...do it!” Caramel grinned and eased into her once more, a moan of “Yesss” hissing past her lips as he settled into a steady rhythm once more. He leaned down and nuzzled the side of her face as he rocked his hips back and forth, and she turned her head to meet his in a deep, sensual kiss, their tongues intertwining almost immediately as he maintained his motion.
Caramel's pace increased gradually, his thrusts sinking into the mare's passage and drawing back. His lips stayed locked with hers, each moan and groan that came from the two ponies rumbling through the mouth of the other, only growing in intensity and frequency as his speed grew. Caramel felt a tightness begin to form in his balls, and a tingling sensation started to stew within him. He withdrew his mouth with a gasp and said through gritted teeth, “Cherry, I'm...so close...” He held back the oncoming tide with all his willpower, determined to make it last as long as possible.
Her eyes were glazed when she responded, “Me...too...don't stop...”
A sharp cry, followed by more moans, confirmed to Caramel that it wasn't just him who was rapidly approaching the big moment. The pressure built more steadily, threatening release, until it became nearly unbearable, and despite his best efforts, he felt the end coming, and he ground into the mare's wet passage hard and deep. As his last resistance crumbled, he succumbed to the sweet release with a shout of “Cherry!” and shot after shot of hot seed emptied into the mare.
As he unleashed his semen into her, Cherry's own gasps and moans merged into an elongated scream as his rough finish pushed her over the edge, and she twitched beneath him as her own shout of “Caramel!” accompanied a second rush of sweet fluid that drenched his still-pumping member and leaked out of her passage, mixing with his freshly-deposited cum in a sticky mess. The amber earth pony continued his thrusting motion until, at long last, he felt the last of his load spurt forth from his member, and he lowered himself on top of the cream-colored body below him, utterly spent.
For the second time that day, the two ponies did nothing but breathe, their bodies pressed against each other, as both of them basked in the afterglow of their intimacy. Caramel's member slowly softened, still inside the mare, until it finally slipped out of her with a soft, sticky “pop.” Eventually, the stallion lifted his head and nuzzled it against the warm fur of the mare's neck, and she mumbled something inaudible. Caramel nudged her softly and said, “What was that?”
Cherry lifted her head and answered, “I said, 'Thank you.'”
“You're very welcome,” Caramel replied, resuming his gentle nuzzles. As his senses slowly came back down to earth, a nagging thought crept into his mind, and he spoke again. “Cherry, is that it?”
She rotated so that she could face him. “What do you mean, Caramel?”
“Well,” he began nervously, a sense of sadness gnawing at his heart, “I helped you solve your problem, and I was very, very happy to do so, but...” He swallowed hard, driving his fears back. “I wonder if...you might like to...do this again sometime.” He put on his best attempt at a sheepish grin and watched the mare's face.
Her eyes went wide for a moment, and he knew he'd said something wrong, just like so many times before. He was just about to excuse himself when her expression shifted from shock to that same warm, pleasant smile that had brought him so much cheer ever since he'd met her. “I think...” she said slowly, measuring her words before she spoke, “that I would like that very much, Caramel.” She leaned in and gave his nose a brief kiss.
The sense of warmth that he had experienced earlier swept over the amber stallion, and he smiled widely. He wrapped a hoof around Cherry's head and drew her close to him, their lips meeting yet again for a prolonged kiss, their tired tongues delicately feeling each other out as he reveled in her taste once more. After several seconds, he withdrew and gazed into her light green eyes, then whispered, “I'm glad to hear that, Cherry.” He kissed her once more, melting into the face of the cheerful cherry mare, and he felt her press her face into his in return, their intimate contact filling his head with sweet tastes and even sweeter thoughts.
