Hot Summer On The Cherry Ranch.
Ms. Cherry's Southern Hospitality.
Ms. Cherry's Southern Hospitality.
You look up at the branches of the cherry tree, the rules for the work in the fields no different than the work in the packing rooms. Yellow cherries into yellow baskets, red cherries into red baskets...have a mare haul the cart back to the shipping rooms for packing, rinse and repeat. It's tedious and dull....dull...dull, but you give the job your all never the less. There's a saying in Equestria about anyone who comes to Dodge looking for a challenge, a challenge is exactly what you'll get.
You're surprised the cherries can grow in place as dry and humid a place as Dodge City, but that Ms. Cherry Jubilee is something of a miracle worker. You adjust the bucket under your arms and start picking, for a pony this would be a no brainier, just raise a foot and kick. For a human like yourself however it's a bit more complicated than that. You feel the damp sweat begin to form on your hat, it's a blue denim cap with Budweiser on the front in red cursive. You look to see the other stallions as they raise booted legs in the air and kick the tees hard. The mares running the packing of the cherries haul them away in carts.
You sigh as you watch how easy it is for ponies but resume working. It's better than when you used to do menial tasks like cleaning up after rowdy football fans back home on Earth. Late nights at the stadium long after the games end, or out in mosquito infested parking lots till five in the morning. Yeah cherry picking in Dodge is way better. You fill your white bucket with cherries as fast as your fingers can allow you too before dumping them in the tarp covered wagon to be carted away.
your flannel work shirt stars to get damp with sweat and your jeans are tight and squeezing your waist a bit. You had to throw them on last minute in order to get the job. Jeans and work clothes or you can go home and try again tomorrow, that's what the employment agency office said to you that morning. You fill the wagon up and climb down, then move on to the next tree. The stallions are able to do the work in no time flat but you take a little longer to clear the one tree you finished. It's finally finished after what feels like ages when you get the last tree at the end of a ten hour shift. To your surprise the mare who hauls your cherry cart reaches into the pocket of her apron and hands you a note.
"The boss lady Ms. Cherry herself wants to talk to you, must be something either really big or really bad, hope you're not getting the ax cutie, it was kinda sweet seeing you and that cute way you pick them cherries offa the trees. The aqua mare says running a finger to twirl a few locks of her minty green mane. You nod in agreement and hope to Celestia that whatever Ms. Cherry wants isn't to serious...maybe she only wants to talk...maybe not. You hoist yourself up by the bootstraps; so to speak, and make your way to Ms. Cherry's ranch house.
You pass by the worker's village; Ms. Cherry takes good care of those who work for her. Her legion of workers each get a one level bungalow. The houses all lined up along the well worn paths of the dirt road. Dry yellow flatland dirt and dust is still as you pass the houses and take a shortcut through the Olympic sized pool and juice bar, a somewhat bizarre thing to see in the middle of the Equestrian desert, but hey Ms. Cherry takes such good care of her workers. You open the picket gate and pass through the pool to the path leading up to Cherry's house. She's a mare who likes the simpler things with a more practical touch. As such, her house is a one level ranch style house. With its white painted walls and slate roof. Humble for the owner of a cherry ranch, but she gets by with it just fine.
"Ms. Cherry? Ma'am? You home?" You ask as gently tap on the window lattice. You stand outside her door for a few moments and finally you see a creamy white hand pull back the lace curtains, Cherry smiles warmly as she opens the door. To your surprise she's dressed very casually...very casually. She wears a black cherry black silk bathrobe; with a bright cherry red lining and trim, her heels are the same shade and they're the kind a seductive temptress would wear, with dagger heels and brass mini buckles to hold them on. A martini glass in her hand, her cocktail pink with a cherry in it as opposed to an olive or lemon.
"Why Anon Darlin! IT's so great to see mah favorite cherry picker." She says as she hugs you with one arm and her soft pony lips plant a gentle kiss on your cheek. You blush at the feeling, then you remember ponies are a little more...friendly when it comes to being openly affectionate. Cherry leads you into her house; the entrance hall is covered in a red faux fur carpet, she has paintings of the Madison County covered bridges and copies of works by Frederic Remington, a famous painter of the old west back from home on Earth.
"You have...very interesting taste in art Ms. Jubilee ." You compliment admiring a portrait of General Custer right before his last stand. "It suits a country mare like yourself." You hear a tinny noise coming from the distance as she continues to lead you, a little giggle in her voice as she does.
"Why thank ya cutie, ah do have a lot ah pride in my...heritage. Plus I've always admired the trappings from your world that mirror so many of mah own." As she says this she opens a cherry wood door to a another room, the music is the first thing you hear, it was the song you heard earlier. It's Hank Williams on a 50's style record player, the early 50's wood and plastic style, not that all plastic and faux metal googie style that came later. Hank Williams plays his late career hit "Hey Good Lookin," as Cherry takes a seat on cherry red velvet couch with a cherry wood frame. The room has a lot 50's country singer memorabilia; a poster for the first Elvis Presley movie Love Me Tender...circa 56, a few tin figures of both human and pony singers in hats and velvet suits with rhinestones, or jeans and dusters, she even has a few Marlboro men (and stallion) ads and a neon sign for the brand. A somewhat antiquated notion to have, but Ms. Cherry seems to love the Earth's and Equestria's past.
"Nice collection you have here Ms. Jubilee, these ads...are they genuine?" You ask as one of the stallions in his ten gallon hat and dusty coat stares back at you with the sun setting behind him, the smoke not in his muzzle but rather the pack in his holster where his six shooter would be.
"Sure as sug is...speaking ah which you got a light on you hun?" she asks making you turn your head to see her placing red tipped Marlborough between her lips, the red blending perfectly with her light cherry lipstick, just as the brand was meant too back when it was marketed to mares and women. "And please we're off duty...call me Cherry." She says, as you reach for the matchbox in your shirt pocket. You don't smoke but you carry a box of wooden matches on you in the event you need it. When you first came to Equestria you would backpack with a sealed tin of fishing line; hooks, a mini compass, matches and some bandages on hand. Okay it was your parents who insisted you carry it, mostly because they saw Equestria as a backwards place without any thing civilized about it.
"Here you go Cherry, but If you don't mind me saying..." you pause nervous to say any more as the match fizzles softly and the shredded tobacco starts to glow red and smoldering as she puffs. The sour and pungent stink of the pure tobacco is so different from the vapor and E cigs that so many humans back home have taken to replacing traditional cigarettes with. It's a vanishing thing, like a lot of the things a country mare like Ms. Jubilee seems to love.
"Ah know, it's not exactly the healthiest of lifestyle choices...but ah've learned to limit myself to only a few every other day; this drink i have is the only I'll have for a while too, i'm practically a vegan being a pony and all, and I work just as hard in the sun as mah workers. Ah don't just sit around all day on mah flanks in an office yah know?" You look at her and her beauty is a testament to that. She has perfectly white and straight teeth, not yellow or stained at all, they way you'd been lead to believe in health class so many moons ago...moons? You're starting to think more like a pony everyday. Cherry's mane is perfectly permed and pomped, like a lot of things about her, it would seem out of place and antiquated on anypony else,but she makes it work and how!
"I won't judge you Cherry, if anything I kinda feel the same way, sometimes I admire a time and place I never even saw more than I do the one I've been placed in...well back home at least." You say taking a seat beside her, she giggles at that and takes another drag of her cigarette. Her record plays a Presley song, the love hit that's named for the poster she has...Love Me Tender.
"So tell me Anon...are y'all happy working for little ole me?" She says making it hard for you too tell if she's saying that ironically or not. Not just in what she's saying, but they way and tone she says it. You chuckle softly and notice how she's lowered her eyelids softly at you, the long black mascaraed gems that they are seem to shine as she does. Then she ever so subtly makes a corner of her robe just on her shoulder fall away. You gulp softly from seeing a fragment of her creamy bare shoulder. You regain your composure enough to speak.
"Well, the work is hard I'll be honest but you treat us so good, and the pay is top shelf, plus you...you understand how hard we work and....and..." You're lost for words completely. She inches her hand close to your own as it rests on the red velvet of her couch
"Sug...can I ask you something? Bout yerself?" She asks you as her hand lovingly caresses yours.
"Yes Cherry?" You ask her as you feel your cheeks turn red a bit. She snubs out her cigarette in a crystal ash tray.
"What's your plan for the future Anon? You...planning on staying long as one of tha family?" She asks as her fingers wrap around your hand softly.
"I'm not really sure about that ma'am." You shrug and chuckle awkwardly. "I guess I'll stay for as long as you need me." You say as she gently brings your hand to her face.
Cherry giggles girlishly and shakes her head. "Not exactly the answer I wanted to be honest," she replies. "But I guess I can't keep you here forever....Like ah always say though....I can always use a pony....or human with quick hands and a strong back." She giggles again and too your surprise her hand brushes just over the fly of your jeans. "are Y'all sure there isn't something that could convince a hard working buckaroo like yerslef to stay here darlin?" Her word make you chuckle then gasp as her hands go where they go.
"Why, Miss Jubilee," You say, "are you trying to guilt trip me into staying here on the ranch with you?" You ask as she locks eyes with you. They glow like bright emeralds as she flashes you a smile of her perfect teeth and a fluff of her cherry red mane.
"What?" Cherry recoils a bit. "N-no, I was just asking if..."
"Well actually...I was going to say this if...you were curious....Cherry chuckles but she gets a nervous look on her face. "Are you leaving me fer the big city? Home to Earth?" she asks sadly. "Well, that's a real darn shame if..."
"No Cherry, not at all." you reply, you then look her straight in the eyes and take a deep breath. "And not ever...This I promise you...My little pony." You say which is a serious compliment to say to another pony.
Cherry's eyes widen in surprise then joy. "Do you mean really mean that?"
"Yes, there's no place on Earth or Equestria I'd rather be Cherry" you say as you nuzzle her cheek softly. "It means that I am staying here in Dodge Junction. I know I said that I wanted to leave in the past, but there's something I really like about this place, well, not something actually but more like somepony. Somepony who i've really grown to like..maybe even Lo.."
You didn't get a chance to finish as Cherry suddenly put her arms tightly around your neck and plants a passionate kiss on your lips. At first you struggle and gasp into her soft muzzle some, but then you give into the lustful force that is the cherry maned pony as she makes out with you.
“I…” your voice trails off as your face inches its’ way towards hers. You’re not really sure what is happening, but this is what your gut is feeling, so you go with it.
“So...are… you…” her voice quietly trails off as your faces get nearer to each other again. You gently plant your thumb on her lips which she kisses with her ruby red glossy muzzle lips.
“Shh…” you hush her, She giggles softly as she then continues to kiss and softly suckle on your thumb as your other hand reaches for the belt of her robe.
"May I?" you ask as your fingers fiddle with the felt belt some. The western mare coos and tilts her head back some exposing the cream colored fur. You lean forward and gently kiss the fluffy tender flesh some. Your actions make her coos become soft moans.
"Please...do it sugar." She whispers along with your name before you kiss her again as you untie the belt and pull it aside with a fluid wave of your hand, your lips interlock as you do instantly and passionately. Cherry returns the kiss lustfully as you give in to the embrace of her bare fur. Cherry has o a pair of light pink panties, basically a skimpy thong with frilly lace, and a matching bra holding her large breasts snugly. Your hands caress her breasts behind their fabric confines tenderly, making the buxom mare moan more.
Your hands move behind her back as she straddles your lap and her own fingers start to pop the buttons on your work shirt. You try to warn her that you just got off work and your aren't exactly linen fresh, not to mention the light coating of prairie dust on your skin. She doesn't seem to care, mare like her only seems more drawn to the prospect of her stallion bring a little ripe. As she frees the fabric from your body exposing your well sculpted mucsles and smooth chest, not a strand of hair on it. She feels up and down your skin, admiring how hairless you are.
"You....keep things trimmed?" She asks as her hands glide along your smooth belly, its just a little hard from cherry picking but its not exactly a six pack you got. You nod as you moan softly wishing her hands with the soft caress of her furry grip would go lower.
"I never liked my unsightly body hair, so I do run my blade across my chest and belly some in the shower to get rid of it." She giggles as she leans down and plants a soft kiss on your navel, you feel a little tingle in the tip of your manhood as she does that. It's minor and only just noticeable, but it's there.
The kiss deepens, and things really heat up when you feel the mare's tongue on your lips. Wanting a taste, you open your mouth and allow her inside. Even her breath tastes like tangy, sweet branch ripened cherries. The flavor is enticing, a hint of her cocktail and even a fainter hint of Marlborough smoke.
Her tongue pushes against your own as they first meet, but you are quick to push back. Her tongue is slightly sandy from her smoking but its nothing like the health class propaganda that told you it'd be like licking an ashtray, truly a little moderation goes a long way.
You slide both of your hands down along her soft fluffy and plush fur of her body, from her shoulders, along her curves, and finally resting on her flanks. You feel her soft rump, delicately kneading the area as your mouths stay locked together in a passionate fight. She giggles and moans into the kiss when your fingers rub her double cherry cutie mark. Ponies tend to have a very sensitive touch on the marked fur where their cutie marks are.
Placing both of your hands under her rump, you lift her up off the couch as you kiss her. She gaps a bit but adjusts by wrapping her legs around your waist for support. The beautiful cream coated mare is in your arms, you break the kiss softly to ask her."shall we take this to the bedroom?"
"Course sugar, It's down the hall some and on the right." She wraps her legs around your waist more securely as you carry her, her heels dangling down as you tenderly run your hands through her ruby mane. Keeping you tightly pressed against her at the hips. Her arms also get tighter, and then she kisses you deeply again.
You take the little game of tonsil hockey to her by pushing on Cherry’s tongue back into her mouth, the faint taste of gin; vodka and a hint of powdered pink lemonade mix and smoke tart on her mouth. It feels great in spite of that. You lean into her a bit, as you use a booted foot gently nudge her bedroom door open. You carry her to the red blanketed mattress of her cherry wood princess sized bed and gently lay her on it, making sure that she is comfortable.
She pulls away softly to give your cheek kisses, and smiles. “Touch me... touch me now...” she begs as you she her reach over to the night table, a basket of dried cherry blossom flowers on top. She giggles as she starts to throw the petals on you both and onto the bed. They blossom petals tickle your skin softly.
One of your hands moves out from underneath your mare to her still covered up breasts, you look at her with a pleading gaze as your fingers fiddle around to the back to the hooks. She nods and you need no further prompting, you unhook the bra and pull it away. Her breasts tumble free. Ms. Jubilee has taken good care of her girls. They are just as supple and firm as a young filly's and natural as ever. Not a hint of being augmented or plastic surgery on her, you like a woman that doesn't need work done to feel beautiful. You lean down and stick your tongue out as you tenderly lick the perky little nub of her left tit softly. She moans and coos softly as you do. "Oh Celestia...please...suck on it...use your lips...please."
You comply and wrap your lips around the nipple gently, you suckle like a foal and she purrs in her throat as you do. Despite never having any children (as far as you know) you taste the ever so faint hint of sweet mare's milk on your lips. At first you feel like recoiling but you think she'd be hurt at you flinching at her milking a bit. So you continue to suckle, the taste isn't sour or bitter as you though it would be. Rather its very sweet and creamy. Almost like cow's milk with sugar in it...besides she IS an equine, only a few genes shy of a bovine you always drink milk from.
Your lips suckle and she coos as she holds the back of your head lovingly, the whole thing feels almost...Freudian...almost. You don't care, and you continue to nurse from her. Cherry obliges you by lifting up you head to look her in the eyes as you suckle. "enjoying yerself sug?" She asks as her fingers gently stroke and pat you head.
Your teeth nip at the fur around her nipple some, which makes her flinch a bit. You apologize in your head as you gently part from her nipple and and kiss the love bit skin softly.
"Sorry." You say as you move over to her right nipple and resuming suckling on her.
“Mmm…it's ok darlin....mmmmh yes...right there…right there.” she coos, and now you know you have found a particularly delicate area to play around with. Your tongue circles that spot on her nipple before your lips softly brush onto it and wrap around to gently draw more of her creamy sweetness. She tilts her head back and her lips softly part as you nurse. You wonder if she's wanted to feel this for so long, if not just from a lover either.
As you feel along her back with your hands, your fingers hook softly on the hem of her lace of her panties. you move them to the sides giving them soft tugs as you finish undressing your mare. You run your hands hooking the G strings of her thong as you feel the soft strands of her bushy pubic hair. Removing her light pink panties, she hooks them on her foot and giggles as she kicks them away. You feel the warmth and dampness of her mare hood press into the leg of your jeans.
Your hands then pop the metal button and zipper of the jeans as you pull them; underwear and all, off you. You're both in your natural nakedness now...sans for her pink bow around her neck and the cherry headband in her mane. Before you can resume your ministrations, Cherry begins to kiss your forehead as you slowly pull your mouth off her nipple. You lick a few drops of her milk from your lips and comment, "mhhh yummy." As you kiss her again, she moans tasting her own milk on your lips as you do.
You lower her down to the soft mattress before pushing onto her shoulders and get on top of her her onto her back. She gives a little squeak in surprise, but you can tell that this is exactly what she wants.you move your hands from her shoulders down to her "flank," sure she's human in build, a pony in having fur, and a pointed muzzle, but ponies use the terms more associated with feral horse none the less. caressing her curves and not ignoring the supple nature of her plot. You give her firm backside a hard squeeze, and she makes a noise, almost too low to hear but a somewhere between a gasp and a squeak.
You can’t keep your hands off that plot of hers, it’s all you’re touching and you love it so much. It isn’t very large, but it's certainly a decent size, and almost malleable to boot, As your hands gently sink shortly into the soft creamy coloured fur. You slowly rub her flank, the soft creaminess of her coat is making your cock spring to life and bob as it pokes her in the leg as you feel her plump rump.
You smile as you lift a hand and slap her ass suddenly, making her gasp. In both pleasure and surprise, she gives you one of her famous looks, and buries her face into your neck, you hear her sniff and breathe taking in your scent and musk. “Mhhhhh Sugar? When y'all come home from working mah orchids?” she says. “Don't shower, tartus don’t even wash... come to little ole me first"
"As you wish...boss." You say when you remember that's what she is, the boss of the ranch and here you are about to "roll in the hay" with her. Without saying anything more, she buries her face back into your neck and chest, taking a bigger whiff of your scent. She surprises you by dragging her cool tongue across your neck, tasting you. Tasting the light saltiness of your dried sweat and even fainter hint of prairie dust.
Cherry bites down on your neck a bit as you feel her flat grinding teeth grazing against your skin. Keeping her hands on your warm body, she kisses and drags her tongue on your skin as she grips the hard muscles of your chest. You decide to let her have a little more fun before taking control, grabbing her hands and holding her down as you're on top of her.
She giggles. "Ooh, sugar...yeah ah do like it a little rough." She says as you feel her pussy juices as they drip on your leg. You comply and start to bite her neck gently, growling and smiling. She gasps softly, your teeth are sharper than her's, you decide to play predator and growl softly as you lower your gaze at her.
"Fuck me," she suddenly whimpered as you growl and nibble on her tender flesh as though tasting it. That is, of course, your plan. However, you cannot bring yourself to do so just yet. Not without teasing her just a little bit more. You run your tongue along her creamy coat, placing soft, gentle kisses along her collar. Before you inverse that with some gentle nips and growls, going as far as you can in biting her without hurting her. Pressing a hand to the side of her head, you nibble on her earlobe, before you start biting it gingerly, more growls in her ear this time making her shudder and moan in bliss.
"AH Sug! Please! Hurry up and fucking rut me already dammit!" she gasps, despite her tone she seems to be enjoying you little game of predator and prey. You can feel the blood pulsing in your man hood as it grinds softly against the lips of her pussy, but you still don't push it in...yet.
"in time my love." Is all you say as you bring your waist down, pressing your erect cock to her crotch. Her breathing is slightly labored, and she grows hot with anticipation, and wet with more than just her sweat. A blush across her face, giving her rosy cheeks as your lower your body down hers. kissing the curvaceous form of her chest and belly, your tongue licking tenderly on her navel as you lower your head near her tail. You lean over her side and give her rump a nice long kiss on the cutie marks and cheeks.
“I-I-ooooh.” she stutters breathlessly and coos as you place your head in between her hind legs and lick your lips with a moan. You reward her with a slow lick along her inner thigh, just shy of the soft warm lips of her marehood. The scent of cherries emitting from her ever faintly. She gasps at your touch; your warm tongue moving across one of the more sensitive areas of her body.
“Mmm,” she hums in pleasure. You kiss your way along her thighs, inching closer to her aching, heated marehood before taking a deep breath. The smell of her arousal is intoxicating, like cherry wine and sweet flower petals. Unable to contain yourself any longer, and unwilling to hold back you give into your lust, and dive in to "Cherry's pie."
Your tongue glides along her slit, her own juices already dripping and incredibly moist. Your tongue is wet with more than just saliva almost instantly as you lick and taste the softly parting blooms of her "cherry blossom." Cherry gasps out your name, as though surprised, before she lets out more low moans; and she throws her head back moaning as she lets her mane fall back and her back arches a bit. Her coat glistens with sweat as you eat her out.
Glancing hopefully up at the pretty pale mare, you observe her angelic face, silently praying that all of your fooling around is pleasing her, but given her sexy pose, almost taken from an erotic porn. It seems to be working for her. Cherry’s eyes are shut tightly, her face is redder than her mane, and she wiggles her rump before you as she arches her back and rests on her hands some. All of which seem to be signs that you’re good at what you're doing, and you've only just begun.
You place your hands on her ass, holding her in place before moving back in and licking and sucking on her pussy softly. You lap at her wet marehood with soft moans as you savor the taste of her, tasting her juices and staking in the flavor. And she tastes magnificent; she taste divine, and she tastes like cherries, unsurprisingly enough.
Your tongue traces up and down her slit, relishing in the taste of that oh so sweet mare pussy. Your hands knead and massage her delicate and luscious cherry rump. She lets out a soft sigh at your touch as you feel her ass while eating her out. "AHHHH! OHHH! CELESTIA SUGAR!" She cries out, she's apparently got a hair trigger. Even though she is enjoying your attention, she is clearly craving for more. She giggles as she wiggles her hips, trying to force your mouth and tongue in deeper inside of her. Being the generous soul that you are, you tightly grip her flanks with both hands and press your tongue forward. You're not a pony, so you can't go too deep but you want to please her as best as you can.
You meet with heavy resistance, but manage to gradually push just a little bit further inside her. She rewards your efforts with a few more of her soft moans. She coos and Mhhh's as you lick and lap at her deeper and wetter in walls. A hand is felt on the back of your head as Cherry Jubilee attempts to force you into her even deeper. But at this rate, you’re not going to get any further.
After a few more moments of tending to Cherry’s sweet and and tangy marehood, you are craving for more as much as she is. As such, you move one hand from her soft, curvy little butt and position two fingers around her tight slit. With one simple motion, your fingers part her slit, revealing her pink inside. Your actions make her moan and gasp as she's parted open.
You stop and appreciate the grand sight before you, that juicy and dripping wet lips as a trail of clear juices drips out of her. Then you figure that’s enough appreciating for now, Not waiting for even a second longer, your hungry tongue gets back to work, licking and kissing everything that Cherry has to offer you.
Your tongue passes her open lips and slowly forces its way through her tight inner walls. Almost instantly, a loud moan is heard from above, encouraging you to go deeper. Your tongue; lips, and chin are coated in the mare’s sticky fluids, she tastes like the best blue ribbon winning cherry pie at the county fair. She shakes her plump rump again and again, causing your tongue to move around inside of her; a feeling that she is clearly enjoying, given the way she gives you more of her lustful begging and panting.
Now that she is right where you want her, you suddenly withdraw, leaving her feeling empty and wanting release. The western mare whimpers softly and "neehhhs," needingly. “N-No!” she shouts desperately, sitting up slightly. “Please!...oh Celestia pleas darlin, fuck me!” She begs with her eyes all sad and mopey as you can't help but notice how cute she looks when she begs.The winking hood that covers her clitoris makes her swollen button easily be seen at the top of her wet opening, and you decide to attend to that, maybe it'll be just what the red headed beauty needs to go over the edge.
You take her clit into your mouth and suck; gently at first, almost mirroring the attention you gave her breasts too. Gradually getting more and more forceful as you tend to the perked little cherry of her clitoris. You feel her hind legs squeezing tightly on either side of your head in order to; not only hold you in place, but force you further into her pink insides. She gasps and moans loud and purely driven by the raw passion and carnal lust of your mouth on her most sensitive spot.
Fluids continue to pour out of her like well aged and full bodied cherry wine, the longer you caress her swollen button. You flick at it with your tongue and even gently brush your teeth over it, biting ever so gently. Not all females enjoy having their clits bitten, but you're very gentle with your teeth, you've even ceased the predatory growls to show her how gentle you are with her there.
“More! More! More!” The Mare pleads as her coat is now dripping with sweat, her cream and cherry scented musk is thick in the air, just barley able to mask the smell of your human sweat. Her mane hangs loose and free now, no longer held by the hair band. It serves little more than keeping her locks out of her eyes as it's nearly lost in the nest her mane has become.
You give her what she wants and erotically pull back slightly, she adjusts her legs by tucking them some and sticking her pretty pink pussy at you. The wet lips are smacking together loudly as she's close...just a few more should give her the release she desires. You remove your wet fingers from her around her slit, they leave a trail of thick mare cum from her pussy to your hand. Your hands over to her muzzle, "Lick." You order her as you hold the fingers under her lips. She moans and does so, slowly and sexily licking your fingers clean with her long pony tongue.
"Mhhhh, oh mah stars! I taste pretty tasty sugar." She says happily as you chuckle using your clean hand to scratch her behind the ear before you start to caress her delicate inner thigh. Softly and tenderly massaging the sensitive area as the farm mare feels even greater waves of pleasure coursing like lightning to a barn steeple through her body. You rub your thumb in small circles around the exposed, delicate flesh of her pussy, and circle the folds at the edges. You'd read in one of her copies of Cosmarepolitian magazine while waiting to see her for a job interview that a majority of mares are more sensitive and experience greater pleasure from being stimulated from the outside, the inner vaginal walls do feel pleasure, but there's less nerve endings on the inside to feel it.
Wanting to please her even more, you move your hand over just a little bit more and slowly slide a finger inside her. Her juices provide an excellent lubricant, and your finger slips in with hardly any resistance.You hadn't realized it until now, not even when you'd been eating her out, just how wet she is. You feel her damp inner walls tightly close around your finger. She moans as your finger shifts around inside of her, which makes a quiet ‘squelching’ sound which gets slightly louder the faster you move. Seeing how much your mare is enjoying this new sensation, you slide another finger inside her. There is greater resistance, as she is already very tight, but it manages to go in. You use your thumb to rub and caress her clit as two digits pump in and out of her pussy, THIS seems to be her final straw, as she thrashes her tail around and rocks her body, bouncing on the mattress some with her legs.
Her fluids are leaking onto your fingers and dripping down to the wrist of your hand. As your fingers pump in and out of the moaning farm mare, her constant squirming and moaning drives you mad, and you can feel your own manhood aching. “Oh! OH Bucking Celestia! HON!...I’m about to…” She hits the ground once with a clenched fist as she clamps her jaws together and grit her teeth hard, throwing her head back into the grass. “I’m about to…!” She cries out as you feel her pussy squirt and spray your fingers like raging geyser. She collapses on her back panting and gasping for air as you snuggle her neck while staddling her body.
"That's a good mare, you praise to her as you kiss her neck softly. "Now my turn for some relief?" You ask taking her legs in your hands and lifting her feet behind your head. She left her cowpony boots on; good, you like with the boots on. You feel the faux leather dig into your shoulder blades as you look down at her while holding her legs for support. She nods as you line the head of your throbbing hard erection up with the hungry lips of her pussy. You thrust slowly and slip your dick into her pussy and she moans and licks her lips as you enter her to the hilt.
"Oh mah stars! Mhhhh oh baby that feels so bucking good." Cherry praises her eyes wide and locked hard with yours. You softly hold the boots in your hands and rock your hips as you pump your dick in and out of her pussy with gusto. She moans and so do you as she sweats as do you. The droplets pat softly onto her coat and mat the fur as she rocks and makes the bed rattle as you fuck and pound her harder and faster. It isn't long before you fell a pressure and a tingling sensation in your dick and balls, you feel its only fair to warn her.
"Cherry! I"m gonna...ohhh I'm close!" You tell her as she looks up at you again.
"Give it to me sugar, give this country mare all yah got!" She says happily as you thrust into her one last time and fell your tip pulse softly as you feel your seed shoot into her and paint her insides with seed. You moan loudly and collapse on top of her and wrap your arms around her waist and hold her close as you kiss her softly. She kisses you back the taste of cherries and the faint hint of smoke now so faint it may not even be there. "ah love you so much sugar. Will y'all stay with me on the ranch as...a close assiatant o mine?'' She says with a sarcastic spin on those last words. You and Cherry cuddle each other close, her jukebox plays one last song from Earth, Earth Angel.
"of course Cherry, now let's just cuddle and enjoy the music okay?" You say as you give her a little nudge with your nose to hers. The action makes her giggle and purr in your ear as she nibbles on it softly. Yo wrap your arms around her and draw her close to you. Her fur is warm and comfy as you drift to sleep with her soft mane serving as a pillow to comfort you into the sweetest of dreams. You're so happy to now she'll be there comfort her when you wake up.
