Ponyville’s morning market was a bustling affair as always. Ponies pranced from one stand to another with the authentic cheer that only morning ponies could have. Other walked with a more sedated pace. Shouts from vendors trying to attract customers filled the market, with the undercurrent sound of haggling, be they fierce or civil, between customers and vendors alike.
Standing behind the local flower stand; placed slightly on the outer edge of the market, Roseluck stood. Today was her turn taking care and watch of the stand. The third day of every three days. Usually they pull out straws, but they were trying something new to change things up. That, and because Daisy always whined about it not being fair.
Roseluck yawned, her hoof went up to cover it. Really, sometimes she wondered why she even bothered. Ponies rarely bought flowers in the morning. Sure, there were the occasional customers, but they were few at best. The only time ponies actually do buy flowers—her flowers—was in the afternoon. Where ponies were out looking for lunch, seeking out for a quick bite before returning to whatever it was they were doing it. She found it rather sad, to think that her flowers were worth more as food than as decorations, something that they were supposed to be used as.
Well, there’s nothing she could about it, she supposed. It brought her and her sisters enough bits to survive the day, and more.
From the corner of her eyes, she caught a stallion approaching her stand. Brushing her melancholy aside, Rose brought the best smile she had and waved cheerfully at the stallion. Brown coat, short black mane slicked to the back, and a permanent crooked smile that bordered on self-deprecation, Jiffy Pop wasn’t a stranger to Rose. In fact, he was the more frequent buyer of her, and her sisters’ flowers.
“Good morning, Pop,” she greeted cheerfully. “What do you want for today?”
The stallion grinned, idly checking the flowers exhibited on the front of the stand; an array of colors arranged in baskets and banquets. “How about the freshest rose, hmm?”
Rose giggled, feeling heat rose to her cheeks. “Oh, Jiffy—”
Rose froze. The bustling noise of the market was dead silent. Haggling vendors and customers stilled on their place; jaws half-opened, hooves slightly raised. Prancing and walking ponies halted on their steps; hooves hanging in the air, and smiles forever unmoving. Birds in the air hung mid-flight in the sky, and the clouds simply stopped their drifting.
Nopony moved. Nopony breathed. Nopony was conscious.
Nopony except Jiffy Pop. A pleasant grin plastered on his face as he admired the time-locked world. Even after the nth time he had done this, it had never gotten old. After a moment, he turned to the frozen Roseluck. A sharper grin replaced his pleasant one as he stepped behind the flower stand.
Rose’s rump was a sight to behold; slender and well-muscled like any hard working Earth Pony he had encountered, but also covered in a bit of fat; soft to the touch unlike every hard working Earth Pony he had seen. Not even a single taut muscle. Her dual red shaded tail covered her private parts protectively, tempting eyes like his to imagine what was was hidden beyond.
He raised a hoof and prodded her left buttcheek, and just like he had guessed, his hoof bounced just slightly from it. Leaning in, Jiffy buried his muzzle, and took a deep breath—breathing in the scent of her morning shampoo. Rose scented shampoo mixed with sweat and flowers.
It was as close as he could get to the freshest rose.
Shifting over his muzzle to the side, his hoof swept over her tail aside. Her puckered asshole looked back, and below, her dry marehood stared at him invitingly. Her lips were sealed tight, obscuring his eyes from seeing her inside, and dry as it was, he could smell the faint scent of musk wafting into his nose.
A tingle of excitement went down into his crotch; inside his sheath, Jiffy’s cock twitched, begging to be released. But he held his lust down. There was no need to rush over to the main course; he had all the time in the world, after all.
His cheek brushed softly against the fur of Rose’s buttcheek as he dragged his nuzzle nearer to her marehood. The musk was still faint, but it was definitely stronger. Tilting his head, he kissed her tight lips, and unbidden, his tongue began to work in loosening her folds; her rose-scented saliva glistening from her lips as he put his tongue to work.
His pink flesh moved into her mouth, wriggling inside to find her clamped walls. The taste of a honeyed rose and hinted sourness invaded his tastebuds. Warmth surrounded his invasive flesh as he wriggled inside to make room. His kiss turned into outright smooch as Jiffy tried to dig deep inside. After a moment, he pulled out from the kiss; a thin string of saliva trailed from the tip of his tongue, dripping down to the floor, before he sucked it in.
Even her inside tasted vaguely of rose, he mused. Giving the wet lips another kiss, Jiffy wiped his mouth from spit. He gave the buttcheek a pat, before he returned to the front of the flower stand. He gave the frozen world a momentary gaze before back to Rose’s face. He took a breath, and just like that, the world moved once more.
Rose’s eyes widened in shock and squeaked as she buckled forward; her forelegs grabbing the edge of her stand the only thing that kept her from falling. Her cheeks blushed red, eyes part confusion and horror as one of her forehoof went to check under her. Her hoof touched wet, a tiny moan escaped her, and she froze.
Pop’s smile fell, and he frowned in concern as he took a step forward. “What’s wrong, Rose? Are you alright?”
“N-no—I mean yes,” she squeaked out immediately. Then, after a moment breathing in and out, she nodded weakly, giving Jiffy a reassuring smile. “I’m fine. What did you want to buy, again?”
“Ah.” Jiffy shot Rose an unsure look. “Are you sure?”
“Yes!” she snapped, eyes wild. Jiffy took a step back in surprise, and Rose gasped in horror. “Oh, Jiffy, I didn’t mean that! I’m sorry! Uhm,” her eyes darted to her flowers. “How about you take one—”
Time halted again, and Jiffy allowed himself to chuckle. That was hilarious. He sighed, shaking his head as he slinked behind the stand. His eyes stayed on Rose’s rump, and swept the overprotective tail aside — her flushed marehood stared back, her lips parted open slightly to give him a peek inside, her clitoris jutting out slightly in a half-wink, and the musk hit his nose like a strong canon. Immediately, he felt his cock throb again in his sheath, begging to fuck the frozen mare before him. But he held it down. No need to rush over the main course, he thought again.
His eyes trailed over to her forehoof, just slightly away from her own marehood; coated in her own liquid, and a droplet dripped to the ground. Moving up, he admired the rose Cutie Mark planted on her juicy flanks, just tempting to be slapped. And then his eyes moved to her back, her neck, and then to her flushed open-mouthed face. He felt a burning sensation on his crotch, and belatedly, his cock unsheathed itself from its confinement.
His hooves clacked softly against the ground as he moved beside her, and grinned as he tilted her chin to face him. Leaning in, he pressed his lips against her, and let his tongue invaded Rose’s mouth; entangling itself with hers as he forcefully violated and marked every corner of her warm mouth with his saliva.
Breaking away from the kiss, Jiffy smacked his lips together. “Even her mouth tasted like rose,” he mused, before lifting Rose’s forehoof dangling on the stand’s ledge, and placed it down. Using the stand’s ledge, he stood up on two hooves; his erected cock stood stiff horizontally, throbbing in excitement and promise of pleasure. Carefully, he pushed her neck and head down until she was facing the head of his cock; her mouth just a slide away from his cock.
Jiffy shuddered, and with hooves around her head, he began to push her head. A moan escaped him as his cock easily slid inside Rose’s warm mouth, coating his shaft with her warm saliva. He grunted slightly when his head hit the back of Rose’s throat, and a moving her head around, Jiffy managed to slide his cock through Rose’s throat. Throwing his head back, Jiffy released a groan of pleasure as his Rose’s tight throat-pussy clamped tight around his cock.
Before he knew it, he had turned Rose’s throat into his cock’s sheath as her muzzle pressed the base of his penis. His cock throbbed, and Jiffy moaned at the sudden burst of pleasure at the movement.
“Yeah.” He grunted, and moaned in pleasure as he slid Rose’s head away; her soft tight throat squishing and sucking his cock with every movement he took the head in.
Halfway through, he stopped, and yanked Rose’s head to the end of his cock, reflexively thrusting his hip as an outburst of pleasure filled him. His hooves bobbed the mare’s head up and down on his cock, pulling his mind into a trance. Reflexively, his hip began to thrust along with her bobbing head, emitting deep squelching each time his his hip backed from her throat, allowing the tiny amount of air to go in.
Suddenly, his balls contracted tight as his cock began to twitch uncontrollably. His eyes widened, and breath hitched. Moving on its own, his hooves yanked her head all the way into his base, while at the same time his hip thrust forth. His cock flared, expanding and clogging Rose’s throat from anything to enter and leave. He released a loud moan, and then, like a dam about to burst, white thick cum exploded into her throat, shooting straight down into her throat, covering her walls with his thick seeds.
Cum continued to fill Rose’s belly as he pumped his seed, each less plenty than before as Jiffy moved his hip back and forth inside Rose’s throat. His breath turned into panting and as he felt his balls stopped clenching, his cock simply fell deflated inside.
With a sickening squelch, his cum-dripping and saliva-coated flopped out as he pulled it out from Rose’s throat, shuddering in pleasure on his passage out. Saliva from Rose’s throat dribbled along his cum in a continuous thin string, dropping a dollop or so to the floor with ot.
Gripping both sides of her head, Jiffy guided his flaccid cock. This time he didn’t go for her throat, and instead moved her head around his penis. He felt a shudder of pleasure, and as his cock throbbed, it slowly became erect once more. Her time-locked tongue rubbed against the tip of his penis, licking away cum as he moaned in pleasure.
Feeling it was clean enough, he pushed her head, and began to direct it to the side of his shaft. Her soft and succulent lips rubbed pleasurably against them as Jiffy guided her head, swiping away the remains of cum and saliva to drip on the floor. His breath caught in his throat when Rose’s lips rubbed his ballsacks. Unwilling to let the pleasure gone, Jiffy rubbed her lips on his ballsacks; contracting at her every touch. A ballsack fell inside her mouth, and he released a moan as she gobbled on his scrotum.
His cock throbbed at her ministration, and it took him all not to cum all over her face right then and there. Pre-cum dripped down from Jiffy’s shaft as he kept Rose’s mouth juggled between his wet balls. The pleasure was growing with each rub of her lips, and Jiffy soon found himself incapable of holding it back anymore.
Reacting quickly, his hooves guided Rose’s head to face his flaring cock. Without preamble, he popped his penis’ head in, and grunted as a burst of hot cum burst into Rose’s mouth, filling it to brim in a single shot. Some went down through her throat, while most of them formed a pool inside her mouth. Trails of cum leaked from the corners of her mouth, trailing down to her chin and splattering against the floor.
Jiffy leaned back, releasing his grip over Rose’s head, and breathed a sigh of satisfaction. He’s not done, of course, not even close, but he needed to recover his breath. And staring at the sky, coupled with his limp cock still resting in the pool of cum inside Rose’s mouth, it was oddly rejuvenating.
He sighed, and returned back to Rose. His flaccid cock receded slowly into his sheath, and he frowned when he noticed the taint coating its head. Shrugging, he wiped it clean on Rose’s neck; leaving a large spot of cum-matted fur.
Leaning forward, Jiffy carefully slid beside Rose, standing on four once more. He rolled his shoulders, groaning at the slight cracks it caused. His penis had already rested inside its sheath, ready for another play. But, first...
He turned around to Rose. Carefully, he lifted her neck and head to where it was before time stopped. He did the same thing with her forehoof, lifting it up over the stand’s ledge. Aside from a few alterations—drooling cum, emanating musk, etc.—, and additions, Rose looked the same as before he stopped time for the second time.
Nodding his head, Jiffy gave her buttcheek a loving caress before returning back to the front of the stand. He felt a rush of excitement on his crotch when he met Rose’s stained face staring at him. He could already imagine her reaction; her widened terrified eyes, the uncontrollable pulses on her marehood, shivering in fear.
He shuddered, immediately took a deep breath. Calm down, he told himself, no need to rush. Closing his eyes, he took a sigh, and opened them. Time had moved once more.
Rose’s already wide eyes widened even more and her hooves went up to cover her mouth. Her cheeks bulged with cum as she closed her mouth shut. Her eyes were shining in shock, and shock turned into disgust and terror as the smell of her body and the fluid inside her hit her. The fluid inside her sloshed, and tears began to form on her eyes. Coupled with her fierce red flush, Rose looked positively sick.
Jiffy frowned turned concerned as he took a step forward, craning his neck until he’s inside the stand. “Rose?” he asked worriedly. His nose twitched slightly when her musk traveled down into his nostrils.
If Rose didn’t look horrified enough, she was now. Hurriedly, she shook her head in panic, the salty copper-like sludge inside her mouth sloshed all over her mouth, causing her to release a quiet choking sound when some of them inevitably passed into her throat. She made a pushing gesture with her hoof at Jiffy.
Jiffy blinked, and then scowled. “Seriously, Rose, if you don’t feel fine, you can go home early. You look terribly sick. I’m sure I can help in closing down the stand. Or I’ll call your sisters if you want.” He offered, waiting for her to answer.
Rose shook her head desperately. She made out a smile, but it was as frail as her act, and Jiffy wasn’t convinced if his look was anything to go by. Rose whimpered, tears beginning to drop to her cheeks. Her tail curled protectively over her wet dripping and winking marehood, and her back leg crossed in a futile effort to stop it.
Her eyes glanced over the market surrounding her, hoping and praying that nopony noticed the fluid from her pussy splattering to the ground. Jiffy’s eyes were still there, and Rose sobbed pitifully. Revulsion, confusion and terror swirled inside her mind. Her face contorted in panic, and she took a step back; her weak legs almost slipping to the ground.
Squeezing her eyes shut, she released another whimper, and gulped down the sludge inside her. Rose made a choking noise, feeling the sludge rolling down her throat and into her belly. She felt sick. She wanted to puke out whatever it was inside her mouth, but she couldn’t. Not in the public. Not in front of Jiffy. Because whatever it was inside her mouth, she feared for it.
With that thought and another pitiful whimper, she forced down another gulp, and with a shudder, let the last remain of sludge in her mouth pass through her throat. She hacked, and coughed, her hoof covering her mouth.
“I-I’m fine!” She managed to wheeze out, thankful of Jiffy’s patience.
She looked up, and more assuredly, despite her still flushed cheeks or her still marehood winking and itching to be fucked, nodded at Jiffy. “I’m fine.” She inhaled a breath. “I’m fine.”
He looked at her dubiously, and Rose winced. He didn’t believe her at all. After a moment, Jiffy sighed, and shook her head. “I still think you should go rest to your home.”
“I think so too,” Rose agreed, biting the bottom of her lips. Her marehood was burning; begging to be relieved. A large part of her that wasn’t confused felt horrified. Just what in Tartarus had happened to her? “I think,” she paused haltingly. Her throat felt sticky from the sludge she had drunk. “I’ll close up early today.”
Jiffy sighed in relief, giving Rose a smile. “I’ll help.” His eyes blinked, and time stopped again, just in time for Rose to give him a thankful smile.
A grin bloomed on his face, and he leaned in to kiss Rose’s cheek. “And I’ll be very helpful, indeed.” He purred into her ears.
Stepping back from the stand, his cock throbbed inside his sheath, and this time, he didn’t need to hold it down. Stepping back from the stand, Jiffy released a satisfied groan as his cock unsheathed itself with a schlick. With the musk pervading in his sense, his flare was already dripping with pre-cum, splattering to the ground. He licked his lips, sauntering quickly over the back of the stand. Having all the time or not, his cock was begging to fuck the mare served on the silver platter.
His eyes immediately darted to her delicious rump. Her dampening tail curled tightly around her private parts, obscuring the state of her marehood. Not that it worked. The back of her legs were matted wet by the dripping liquid of her obscured marehood. Underneath her, there was a damp spot on the ground, forming a small pool made of Rose’s drool.
His cock twitched, his want for her tight marehood, drooling with glistening juice, paused in a half-wink, begging to be satiated. A half-groan and growl rumbled in the back of Jiffy’s throat as he bit into the damp strands of her tail — sucking in the sour honey-sweet and rose scented liquid — and swept it away from her marehood.
And there it was, just like how he had imagined it to be. Dark glistening lips parted away to give him view of Rose’s pink passageway, producing a thick trail of fluid that dripped to the damp spot underneath her. Her clitoris bulged out, frozen in a half-wink, tempting him to mount her, and fill her up with his seeds. The musk surged into his nose like a particularly fragrant rose perfume, with a hint of sweetness and funk under it.
A grin entered his face as he mounted the frozen mare, his forelegs gripping tight around her flanks. His flare throbbed at the touch of her slippery lips, and he shuddered at the accidental wave of pleasure. Nuzzling her back, taking in her sweet rosy scent and sweat, he pushed her down to the ground; her rump shoved up to the air as her head fell to the ground.
Slamming his cock all the way inside, Jiffy released a moan of pleasure, his back arching back in reflex. Her tight walls clenched around his throbbing shaft, sucking and massaging him with pure bliss. A click, and he felt her insides tightened once more around him. Rose’s neck shot straight up, a half-scream and moan tore out of her throat, before she froze once more with a mental click.
Jiffy moaned deeper at Rose’s scream and the added pleasure around his throbbing cock. Slowly, he moved his hip back, groaning in pleasure as he felt her walls massaged around his shaft, before thrusting it back inside her, his balls slapping against her winking clitoris as his cock hit the entry of her womb.
His hooves snaked around Rose’s neck as his hip moved by its own will, each thrust causing him to grunt in pleasure as it took him nearer and nearer to his climax. He nipped the back of her ear, his hooves keeping Rose down to the ground. His pace quickened as he felt himself about to burst, his cock brushing the entry of her womb with each thrust. A mental click went off inside his mind, the walls tightened immediately as Rose let loose a scream of shock, fear, and pleasure. She struggled to move her head, but his strong hooves kept it from moving. Her rear buckled weakly, but before she could do anything, his cock flared inside, expanding and stretching her convulsing inside.
“W-what?! H-hey, s-stop!” She screamed. “S-somepony help!” But nopony listened, as the world was still frozen in time.
He heard her gasp, but before she could do anything, he hitched his whole cock inside, causing her to let loose a halted moan as his flaring cock pressed tight against the entry of her womb.
“No, please, don’t! Somepony help me!” She cried pitifully, tears and dirt staining her face.
Jiffy ignored her plea, and growled as hot thick seeds exploded from his cock. Rose screamed and moaned, fluid squirting out from her marehood, spraying musk all over his coat as his seed began to fill her womb, sloshing around inside her as it formed a noticeable bulge from outside.
Her inner walls eagerly hugged his cock, sending a burst of pleasure through his nerves as his seeds pumped her marehood full with his cum, and forming a large bulge in her womb.
Rose lay there sobbing and squirming ineffectively as she hugged herself. “N-n-no…” she hiccuped, her hooves wrapped around her face. “P-please… somepony help...”
Her marehood was still squirting her fluid all over his coat. Her inner walls were loosening, but they clamped tightly again as Jiffy bucked his hip, jerking the cock inside her to move, causing the defeated mare to release a whimpering moan. Finally, the seeds stopped pumping from his cock, and with a blink, Rose’s sobbing and moaning for help came to a stop.
He snorted.
Jiffy’s limp cock nested inside her, barring the enormous amount of cum he had pumped through from escaping. Slowly, it flopped out from her marehood with a wet schlick as Jiffy stepped away from Rose. Thick cum flowed out from her stretched marehood, drooling from her lips in a long continuous string.
The sight made Jiffy groan in pleasure, shuddering as he imagined what Rose’s would do after he unpaused the time. He licked his lips; his lax cock twitched and throbbed as he kept his eyes fixed over her perfectly curved rump, before settling over to her cum-dripping marehood. He breathed in the air, shuddering as the heavy scent of musk pushed into his nostrils.
He blinked, and looking down, he frowned as he found face to face to his cock’s throbbing flare. He sighed, shaking his head. Pausing, Jiffy looked around over the market. He was in the more secluded spot of the market. There were still stalls nearby, but they were less than compared with the ones nearer in the center, and—there it is!
With a smile, Jiffy walked over to one of the stall nearby. A beautiful Unicorn mare with lilac coat, and a well-combed purple mane with a stripe of cyan running down in the middle. A new mare, Jiffy noted, one that he had never seen.
She was smiling at the customer in front of her. Bundles of textiles of different colors adorned the stall, rounded in baskets, hung over the board, and splayed open on the table. At first, that was the reason why he’s there, but now that he had caught the sight of the mare…
His lips curved up as he rounded over the stall, standing behind the mare. Pulling the tail, he took a deep breath of her tail—smelled like lavender shampoo—, and proceeded to use it to wipe his cock clean of his cum and Rose’s lovejuice, before proceeding to clean the wet spot caused from Rose’s squirts, and finally down into his sweaty balls.
Once done and clean, he released the now frazzled tail from his grip. His eyes caught the mare’s small, tight and delicious marehood before her mussed up tail returned to protect her modesty.
He grinned crookedly, slapping his hoof over the mare’s wand Cutie Mark, leaving a red impression of his hoof upon it. “You’re next, girl.” he muttered. His decision made, Jiffy turned around and went back over to Rose’s stall, and returned to where he was before he fucked Rose senseless.
With a thought, the world moved it was supposed to be. Jiffy’s eyes went wide as his eyes settled onto the prone Rose on the ground, sobbing and shaking uncontrollably. “Rose!” he shouted, quickly bounding over the stall.
“No…” he heard her whimper as he settled into a crouch next to her. “Don’t…”
Jiffy’s eyes grew wide in mortification as they settled on her state. Her musk stabbing into his nose in a way that aroused him, and the thick white substance leaking from her open marehood. “Oh, Celestia,” he gasped in horror, eyeing the thick white substance—internally grinning—, and Rose whimpered pitifully even more, curling into a fetal position. “Rose? Rose, just wait here for a moment, okay? I’ll be back,”
Hurriedly, Jiffy climbed up to his hooves and rushed over to the stall which sold textiles. He caught the somewhat uncomfortable look from the mare behind, her nose twitching. Immediately, he grabbed a large sheet of white cloth patched with golden trimmings from the table. A shout of “Hey!” rang over, but he was making his way back to Rose.
“I’ll pay later!” he shouted back, quickly draping the piece of white cloth over Rose’s shaking body. “Hey, Rose, you’re alright, Rose?”
She didn’t answer, curling herself under the new piece of protection as she wept. Jiffy grimaced, his hoof placed over her side, and Rose flinched in response. Behind, he knew several other ponies were staring at them, so he turned and gave them a glare. Immediately, they went back to what they were doing before.
Gulping, somewhat aroused by the thick scent of her musk and more, Jiffy made a comforting circling motion over Rose’s side. Her sobs only got louder, and her shakings worse. Not that Jiffy actually minded. “Hey, Rose,” he said gently, kindly, into her ears. “Calm down, alright? Nopony’s going to hurt—”
“H-he,” she choked out, shaking, coughing and hacking. “H-he will.”
Jiffy continued his ministrations. “Listen. whoever he is, he won’t do anything to you, alright? I swear.”
Rose didn’t answer, curling into herself. Perhaps she knew Jiffy’s words were empty? After all, she did get fucked in public without anypony noticing, he thought dryly. The screaming definitely didn’t help.
“Look, Rose? Please look at me.” His voice carried a begging tone as he said it to Rose. Rose paused, her body still shaking with hiccups and sobs. Slowly, she peeked tilted her head from her hooves; red puffy eyes from tears, dirt-stained face, tracks of tears.
Jiffy smiled gently. “How about we get you home first, alright?” he offered softly. “I’ll take care of your stand.”
Shakily, pitifully, she nodded her head in a halting motion. “Y-yes, I-I’d like that.”
“Good.” Jiffy said, carefully helping Rose back to her hooves, and hooked her foreleg over his neck. With her head resting on his shoulder, he could smell her honey-rose musk stabbing through his nostrils, and his sheath, but he held it down. There’s another time, he thought lecherously. “Ready?” he asked.
“Y-yeah.” she nodded her head shakily, and Jiffy began guide her out from the market, giving glares at those whose eyes wandered a bit further than a mentally-well and good pony would’ve cared.
As they made into the main road, trudging through the less visited road, heading through the Flower Sisters’ home, he heard a muffled noise from his victim. “H-hey, Jiffy?”
“Hmm?”
“T-thank you.”
Jiffy smiled. It wasn’t a nice smile. “Anytime, Rose.” But his voice was anything but not nice.
Author's Note
Man, I feel slightly awful writing this. Poor Rose. Oh, well. Tell me your thoughts below!
