Nona - Is It True What They Say About Humans?

It’d been a week and I hadn’t heard so much as a peep from Nona. Feeling sad because I missed her I decided to go for a walk to find something to do to take my mind off the awful feeling of emptiness I was experiencing.

Just then I remembered that the train from Canterlot was scheduled to arrive shortly so I headed off toward the platform so I could distract myself by watching who was arriving and departing on the train.

I reached the platform to find the train standing in the station and ponies, bags in hand, were already stepping onto the platform.

It was then that I noticed a rather conservatively dressed young mare struggling with trying to carry several large bags at once. Oddly, no one was offering to help her.

Her face was obscured by the mountain of baggage she fought to balance in her hands but, from what I could see, she wore a pink blouse with a white lace collar and a blue sash that she wore tied through the collar around her neck.

Annoyed that no one was helping, I quickly stepped over to her. I quickly grabbed the jumble of bags she was juggling as they began to topple out of her grasp.

“Why, thank you kindly, stranger!” she smiled sweetly as I helped set her bags on the ground.

I gasped, smiled, when I could finally see her face clearly. She was so beautiful! Her sparkling, bright green eyes danced under thick, curly bright green bangs. Her skin was a soft beige, the bridge of her nose and cheeks softly dotted with the most adorable freckles. She blushed when she saw me staring. I coughed, blushed and looked away, then smiled brightly when she got a better look at me.

“Yer that human feller I’ve heard about!” she smiled, pleased, then, extending her hand, “My name’s Chickadee Peachbottom,” she said, sweetly in a folksy, country drawl, “ah ain’t never met a human, afore. It sure is nice to meet you!” Oh, man! This mare was adorable!

“That’s an unusual and very pretty name”, I smiled

“Well, thank ye kindly!” she smiled back, “so, what’s yer name?”

“Ponies around here just call me Generic,”, I smiled, “but you can call me Gen.”

“Well, Gen, tha’s a name you don’t hear ever’day,” she smiled, eying me with a look that I suspected was more than casual curiosity at seeing something new.

“What brings you to Ponyville?” I asked.

“I love to travel”, she said, stepping a little closer to me, “I go all over th’ place jus’ t’see new places ‘cause I think it’s so much fun!”

“That does sound like a ton of fun!,” I smiled, pleased, “so where are you staying?”

“Oh, ah’m jus’ up  yonder at th’ hotel. It ain’t too far, really,” she said.

“Why stay at a hotel? If you like you can come stay at my house. I mean, if you’re okay with that”, I said hoping she’d accept.

“Well, that’s right kind’a you,” she cooed, gazing deeply into my eyes. I felt myself blush again, watched as her cheeks turned a deep crimson. She fluttered her eyelashes at me, bit her lip, “Ah think ah’ll take you up on that kind offer!”

Just then it hit my few remaining, semi-functioning brain cells; this young mare extended a very special and innocent trust toward strangers. I found it incredibly charming and totally hot!

Seeing a porter, I called him over. He ran to us, snapped to attention and saluted. “Yes, sir! How may I help you?” he asked, crisply.

“Please hail a cab for this fine lady and myself,” I said, smiling.

Chickadee raised a hand to her heart, smiled sweetly. Apparently impressed by both my gesture and my kindness.

A short time later our cab pulled up in front of my house and stopped. We stepped out and I began removing luggage from the carriage boot, carrying it to my front door. Chickadee stepped to the back of the cab, started to pick up one of the bags.

“Uh! Uh! Uh!,” I smiling while wagging a finger at her, “ladies do not carry their own luggage”

her eyes widened as she smiled, touched a hand to her cheek.

“Ah, don’t believe ah’ve ever had the pleasure of bein’ treated like royalty, before!”, she giggled as I fetched more of her bags, set them down with the others.

I returned to the cab, handed the driver twenty bits for the ten bit fare. “Thanks!” he smiled happily before driving away.

Stepping back up to the front door I unlocked it, opened it, bowed and gestured for her to enter. She eyed me for a moment then stepped up very close to me.

“Ah know why ye brought me here,” she smiled coyly as she reached out, took my ear in her thumb and forefinger, drew  it close to her lips.

“Ah love sex an’ I ain’t never had sex with a human, afore, so this makes it extra special!” she whispered before licking my ear wetly. My eyes bugged, my jaw dropped. I felt my hands begin to shake. My heart pounded in my chest as beads of sweat formed on my forehead.

Releasing my ear, she winked at me seductively before stepping toward my front door. She paused to look back at me over her shoulder. I stood palpitating now as I stared at her.

“Come show mamma what you got, baby!” she cooed, winking again as she continued into my house. Forgetting the bags I ran in after her, slamming the door behind me.

Holy shit! This mare was definitely a babe but she was no babe in the woods and, perhaps, nowhere near as innocent as I’d originally thought. Still, the way she was acting now was a total turn on!

“Uh, what ‘bout mah bags?” she asked as I stood there staring and panting, my tongue lolling out.

“You look like a dog on a hot day, boy!” she giggled, “but ah like it! It shows yer interested”

I whipped the door open, raced outside, grabbed up all of her luggage and stumbled back into the house straining under the load, dropping it all on the entryway floor panting from the strain now, as well as my obvious arousal.

“Yew gon’ let th’ flies in,” she smiled, nodding to the still open door.

I threw my leg back and kicked the door shut without even looking to see where my foot went. It slammed shut behind me. All I could do was stand there trembling, sweating and palpitating like a sex crazed sewer weasel. She raised a hand to her lips and giggled.

That last giggle did it! I couldn’t stand any more! Stepping over to her I swept her, laughing, into my arms and raced for the stairs.

A moment later I dropped her onto my bed. We began frantically tearing at each others clothes trying to get them off. I kept fumbling with the buttons on her blouse, failing to open them.

A moment later we lay next to each other completely naked, our clothes scattered about the room. I leaned toward her, ready to kiss her when she held up a hand to stop me.

“Ah think they’s somethin’ I should tel ya,” she cautioned me. Too late! I was too far gone to listen to anything. I plunged forward, swept her up in my arms, began kissing her passionately. She melted and a second later was kissing me with even greater passion and intensity. Holy shit this mare was hot!

She was panting, moaning and gasping as I began kissing my way down her body toward her crotch, each touch of my lips on her body causing her to shudder and moan loudly.

“Great Celestia’s tits you’re good!” she gasped, panting. Her hips began rocking as she lost herself to the white heat of her arousal.

She pulled her head up, looked at me as I continued kissing my way closer and closer to her pussy.

“I... I... have to... tell you...” she stuttered, panting. I ignored her.

She wailed, grabbed her stomach and doubled over as my lips reached her pussy and I began kissing it.

“No! Stop! Wait!,” she groaned as I plunged two fingers into her, began vigorously finger fucking her while licking her clit.

She fell back on the bed and grabbed her head as she began to gasp, shout and wail in ecstacy, her hips rocking violently now.

I wasn’t paying attention to anything other than getting this sexy little mare off before I took my turn.

Just then I noticed her asshole begin to twitch.

“Can’t... hold back... anymore!” she screamed, “Look out!”

She shouted one final warning before her ass exploded in my face and I found myself being blasted by a stinking, brown, watery liquid.

I screamed, recoiled off the bed, falling to the floor as I desperately scrambled to brush the brown goo off my face and hair.

Chickadee sat up, threw her hands to her mouth, her eyes as big as platters as she stared at me both horrified and mortified.

“Ah’m sorry!” she screamed, “Ah tried t’warn ya that was comin’! Must’a been somethin’ I ate yesterday what didn’t sit right wit’ me!”

I stared up at her from the floor, my face dripping.

She buried her face in her hands and began crying loudly, utterly embarrassed by what had just happened.

I ran to the bathroom, leapt into the shower, washed myself off before leaping out, grabbing two towels and racing back to the bedroom.

Still holding the towels I scooped a still crying Chickadee into my arms, carried her to the shower. She looked up at me with tear stained, red eyes as I set her down in the tub, turned on the water, set the temperature before sliding the shower door closed, leaving her to clean herself.

I ran back into the bedroom, ripped the now disgusting bedclothes from the bed and threw them on the floor. Grabbing an already dirty sheet out of the hamper I gathered up the bedclothes in it and ran them down to my laundry room throwing them into the washer with a hand full of soap, turned it on. I sighed with relief as I leaned against the machine, ran a hand through my hair.

Going back up to the bedroom I found Chickadee, still crying, trying desperately to scrub the huge, wet stain out of the mattress.

“Ah’m really sorry ‘bout this,” she sniffled, apologizing, not even pausing from her efforts, “Ah ain’t never had nothin’ like this happen, before!”

I stepped over to her, took her arms, pulled her up to me, hugged her.

“It’s not your fault. You tried to warn me and I didn’t listen,” I said, rubbing her back. She buried her face in my chest and cried harder.

Needless to say it was just too humiliating for both of us so, calling another cab, I took her to her hotel and left her there. We didn’t say anything to each other on the ride over and she looked downright tragic as I got back in the cab and headed for home.

I went to the hotel the next day to see if she felt any better and because I wanted to try to make things up to her but the desk clerk told me she’d checked out and left the day before.

Depressed, I left the hotel and headed home thinking that it would probably be a very good idea if I didn’t try to pick up any mares for a while.

I returned home just in time to see Derpy stuffing some letters into my mailbox. She smiled at me, tipped her cap to me. I tried to smile but just couldn’t bring myself to do it. She looked at me for a moment.

“What’s wrong?” she asked. I just shook my head as I grabbed my mail and walked into my house.

I looked through the stack of mail. It was mostly junk ads and a couple of bills. I was ready to throw the whole stack on the table when I saw a letter from Nona.

I excitedly ripped it open hoping it was good news, that she was on her way home.

My face fell and tears welled in my eyes as I read it.

‘I’m sorry but after thinking about it carefully I’ve decided it would be best if we went our separate ways. I do love you but I just can’t live with you, anymore’ was all it said.

I plopped into a chair at the kitchen table, lowered my head into my arms and, for the first time since I was a kid, wept like a little baby.

Oh, fuck me!