Some would say the only guy in an ‘All Girls’ circle of friends has it hard. At least from me, Berry never had it hard. I wouldn’t be as cool as I am if I didn’t do that. In his own unique way he always fit. A great friend, a great element of Harmony, a great hunk…I mean, the best party planner in Equestria and an Element of Harmony? What’s not to love?
He may not be perfect, but he always made me laugh. He always made everyone smile, and he’s always there whenever we needed him. A guy in an all girl group is rare, but not strange, and I couldn’t imagine the last years of my life without his crazy antics and his adorable smile.
The fact that he never, ever, even attempted to flirt with any of us boggles my mind. I can kind of appreciate it because, well, he’s been a fantastic friend for all these years and he never took advantage of the bond between us. If there was a thing he valued more than a quick lay was our friendship and he would’ve rather ate a party cannon than squander it. It was impossible to think for him to do that because he’s so sweet, funny, charming and…
I thought his barn door was swinging the other way for quite some time! It was kind of difficult to see from how he treats everypony, mares and stallions, all affectionate and touchy feel, his passion for frilly dresses, streamers and pink-ness. Ocean of pinks in his room, in the usual vest for a big occasion, in the taut, sweaty fur, rippling of strong party making muscles underneath, flexing and pushing carriages of garments, made to hold a mare tight, throw her on his comfy and poofy bed and…
The thing is, everything started at, where else, one of his parties. It always seems there isn't another way to start. Then again, he parties 24/7. It would be funnier if all of this started while he was discussing theoretical philosophy.
The music was loud and full of vibrant basses, the night’s air was frizzy and pleasant, and the pastries were sweet and crunchy, with that
nice aftertaste of cinnamon he always puts in and really rocks. I was having a good time back in the good, old Sugarcube Corner. I was hanging out near the halfway opened window, letting in some fresh breeze, and flinging some chocolate covered cherries in my mouth. I honestly don’t remember the occasion: Berry has never been stingy about parties. Knowing him, he would think finding a bit on the street would be worthy a party. Heck, I think he did just that one time.
Twilight had managed to drag her brother, too. He insisted he had just one evening of relax and was overjoyed at actually seeing him there. Rarity had too many, or too little, glasses of cider in her belly and was shamelessly flirting with Applejack. I don’t know if it was the cider talking or the years of pent up sexual frustration between those two. Maybe both.
“Oh, darling...Is that a new hat?” She said, letting out a slurred, drunken giggle. Rarity very slowly passed her hooves on Applejack’s chest fur.
“Eerrr...No, is ta same. Ta exact same hat ah wear every other day.”
“It’s a niiiiice hat.” She hiccuped and collapsed in a hug on top of her, leaving poor AJ to decide if she should stay there and deal with the embarrassment or wait until she was out and just forget it ever happened. She looked towards me and waited to be rescued from the awkward situation, but I was just as lost as her. “Saaaaaay, how about we go upstairs and know each other better?” Rarity continued with her advances, running her hoof on Applejack’s chest. She was still staring at me, shooking her head violently.
I shrugged and tried not to meddle in that situation. I really had no idea on what to do and part of me found Rarity's seduction attempt really amusing.. Applejack scowled at me while Rarity was still clinging on her and trying to kiss her hat. Applejack grabbed a piece of paper and scribbled: “Save me, Dash. Name your price!!!”. With my name underlined several times.
“Oh, one this way, Rainbow Dash!” Scootaloo chirped, thankfully distracting me from that situation as Applejack was now alone with Rarity. Honestly, it was for the better they solved this themselves and if I butted in, Rarity wouldn’t have gotten laid...I mean, years of pent up sexual attraction would have been wasted.
Scootaloo sat obediently on the floor and opened her mouth, waiting for a pastry like a puppy. She cracked me a little smile as I complied and she buzzed her small wings to catch it right from the air, describing a full circle in the air. I brought her over to the party myself, figuring out that her friends could be there and the squirt could use a fun time.
“Nice moves, Scoots.”
“I learned from the best.” She said, making little jump in the air and keeping herself in mid flight with a few, strong beats of her tiny wings. She always made me so proud.
“Have you seen Berry? I wanted to tell him that these cherries are awesome.” I snacked on some more pastries, rationalizing that one third of the bowl left was enough for everypony else at the party.
“Dunno. I think I saw him slip by in the back of the shop.”
“Thanks, squirt.” I patted her on the head as she went her merry way to rejoin her friends. Sweetie Belle was dancing on the table wearing a gown made of a leaves while Applebloom stuck her head in a fishbowl, with Fluttershy trying to help her out of that. Sometimes I think I miss some really important steps in following the antics those three. “Maybe I’ll find him there.”
I smoothly slipped out of the back door and reached the back of the shop, taking a deep breath of the fresh air of that night. Few ponies were around and the village was eerily silent, only livened by chirping crickets and the occasional laughter of ponies that thought to be unheard and unseen.
“Oh, come on Berry...There’s nopony here…” A voice purred softly.
“Ummm...Nopony to watch.” That impossibly sweet yet manly voice made me quiver. “Kind of a pity…” When I heard his trademark giggle, I had storn suspects on who he was.
“Oh, you scamp!” The other voice, obviously belonging to a mare giggled.
I dashed behind an empty barrel of cider resting on the grass and covered my mouth, throwing a curious look at the scene unfolding. The voice belonged to my friend Blossomforth. She was a pegasus of average weight and vibrant blue eyes, her fur was white as the snow and her pinkish, green striped mane swished back and forth as she hung to a taller, well built figure. A bright tint of red graced her cheeks and by her raucous, silly laughter and dopey smile I inferred she may have drunk a little. Applejack’s crops had a good year and brought some of her top notch product just for the party and it showed. I was just a little tipsy myself, but not enough to not realize what was happening.
I suppressed a little chuckle at seeing the once shy mare alone with her beau by the moonlight, but my girlish glee turned into a sour surprise as I saw her playing with a familiar pink lock, dangling from an equally poofy manestyle. She covered his robust yet delicate jawline in kisses and his eyes popped open when she gave him a hungry, voluptuous kiss. They both moaned as their lips glided against the other’s pair, tongues wrapped in a fiery, sloppy dance and I dared to stick out my head to see better. That perfectly toned butt, adorned with a pair of strong flanks and his Cutie Marks left me no doubts about his identity.
“Oh, Blossomforth…” He purred breaking the kiss for just a fleeting moment before forcing his tongue in her mouth again. She giggled as her wings slowly prodded themselves open, raising stiff at her sides. I felt a strange heat covering my cheeks as my wings trembled, squashed against the barrel. My hindlegs trembled like jelly as they tried to support my weight and the strange warmth on my face started like a tingle between my legs.
Berry was totally unaware and made Blossomforth turn and raise her buttocks. She obliged obediently as he felt up her squishy white butt with his hooves. He placed his muzzle between her legs and took a whiff of her mare aroma. He let out a delighted giggle as he stuck out his tongue and landed a small, affectionate lick. Blossomforth let out a drunken moan. “Ooohhh...I should get more comfortable for this…” She lifted her hindlegs up and rested them on Berry’s shoulders, splayed out on either side of his head, bending her back in an unnatural way as she howled her pleasure at the stars. He tucked his tongue in Blossomforth’s folds and flailed his tongue at her, tasting the mare with glee .
“Mmm...Fuck, yes…” She moaned as Berry was caressing her round, plump buttocks while eating her out. My hoof moved on its own and started caressing my dripping sex, each stroke at the already sensitive organ sent small sparks of excitement up my spine. I wanted to stop it but I kept rubbing myself like crazy while one of my best friends was eating her out, filling her up with his long tongue...I once saw him pick up with his tongue an entire line of cherries in one fell swoop and now that long, warm thing was rustling inside Blossomforth, reaching inside in ways nopony else had felt...In ways I never even imagined before…
He twirled his tongue in slow, deliberate circles inside her, making her squirt right onto his face and he wrapped around her dripping vagina, suckling down her juices to the very last drop. “Uuummm...Yummy!” He said smacking his lips, as if he had finished a chocolate sundae rather than eating somepony out. Not that I’d know the taste! Berry kept at kissing his lover’s sex while she dismounted him and caressed his chin with a perky swishing of her tail.
“Come on, tiger…” She said, standing on her hindlegs and pushing her hooves on the shop’s wall. “See how flexible I can be…” She burrowed her hindhooves on the group and proceeded to spread her legs, giving him a full view of her juicy pink flesh. From the glimpse I could see, Blossom was just plain stacked. Healthy pink framed by well defined curves that Berry was still eyeing like candy. “See how flexible how am…”
“Oh, to-tal-lllyyyy!” He sing songed, balancing the hotness of the moment with some of his usual, well, being Berry. I totally wouldn’t want this any other way.
That said, he whipped out his cock and boy, was I impressed. I couldn't even believe how long that full, throbbing erection of his was. It was shining black, thick and had an elegant bulging vein running from halfway of his length from his engorged tip. His medial ring was plump and stocky, making his shaft look like two lobes of jet black fat joined together. It was impressive how he could even walk with that thing hiding in his sheath. The thought that thing was hiding to us all...The thought he was carrying that thing while being with us...Hugging me...
It was incredibly hot...The contrast of that bright pink, sissy body with that enormous thing there...I always appreciated a good dick but Berry, holy crap...He was a class of his own. It was kinda intimidating.
He placed a hoof on it, guiding towards Blossomforth’s entrance and with my hoof jamming inside myself. Oh, I was so jealous. A small part of me thought it was a bit of unfair peeping on my friend like that, but my body was beyond reason at that point. Berry prodded her entrance with his tip, coating it in Blossom’ juices, flowing in anticipation as I started to play with my pink nub, ready to give everything I had to be in her place. He grunted and pushed inside her smoothly, making that throbbing beast slide inside her in such a natural way, slapping his crotch on her butt in a liquid motion, making a wet slapping sound.
Blossomforth moaned without shame as Berry moved his hips in liquid motion, slapping his crotch on her derriere. He mounted her and fucked her mercilessly, bodies gripped together as he rammed himself in her with increasing roughness. She bit her own hoof as Berry thrusted his lance inside her, twisting it inside her. I couldn’t believe how long he kept going and how Blossomforth could take all of that but there it was, happening right in front of me.
The usually chatty and easygoing Berry didn’t speak a word as he fucked her long and hard, his eyes shut and his mouth in a barely open grimace as he shoved himself inside her with force, his hooves around her flanks. Blossomforth wriggled and moaned, drooling as her face was squished against the bakery.
“Oooh...Berry...So cloooose…”
“Me too…”
That said, he lifted Blossom with his own hooves and still lodged inside her, he drove Blossomforth down on his shaft aided by mere gravity, his forelegs wrapped lovingly around her waist to keep her in place. “Ohhh...yeeees!” He hugged her tight and stood on his hindlegs as she mounted him and he thrusted inside her in return. “Do me haaard…”
He obliged and started rutting her faster and faster, balls deep inside Blossomforth. She crossed his flanks with her flexible hindlegs as he kept thrusting inside her, bumping her again and again against the wall.
Meanwhile, my hoof had slipped between my legs and even if I didn’t want to, I started caressing my own folds, stroking them gently as my juices run down. I kept playing with myself, waves of prickly pleasure making their way in my body from my snatch, rhyming it perfectly with Berry’s thrusting. I covered my mouth with the other hoof as I could feel the heat radiating from my cheeks. It was incredibly hot and I was so incredibly ashamed but there I was. One my best friends doing the other, and I loved every second of it.
But, all good things came to an end as I saw Berry jamming it inside her one last time and Blossomforth writhed and moaned under his warm body. His face was a mask of pure bliss and I could actually hear him ejaculate with audible spurts. I could even see an incredibly hot bulge in Blossomforth’s belly, taking the tubular shape of his cock as the mare and the stallion were consumed in their orgasmic throes.
His cum flooded out of her pussy with short, quick spurts as the bulge in her stomach deflated. White stained the green grass as the two giggled and exchanged a few more kisses. I looked down at my incriminating hoof and it was covered in my juice and in one last bit of folly, I actually licked it out. It tasted so sweet…
“Oh...Please tell me you have a towel.”
Without a word Berry produced one from his mane and held it between his teeth for Blossomforth to pick up. “You are full of surprises, you know?” Berry even turned his back so he wouldn’t see his ladyfriend cleaning herself, his cheeks blushing.
“Shall we go inside?”
“Yes.” She chuckled as he let him go forward so she could pinch his juicy flank. Not that he minded.
And I just stood there. Ashamed and horny. And incredibly jealous, my hoof glistening in the pale moonlight. My ears flopped down and I felt a bitter taste in my mouth as incredible sadness was mounting inside me.
Dramatic sting.
Of course, I had to leave by then. I had to leave immediately. I felt so guilty and dirty I couldn’t possibly stay there one minute more. I slipped back inside without anypony noticing, so absorbed they were from the party until I bumped into Fluttershy that was playing Pin the Tail on the Pony.
“Oh! I’m so sorry!” My friend removed her blindfold while searching for me left and right. “Rainbow Dash?”
“Uh...Yeah. Hi, Shy.” I tried to be nonchalant and try not to show in any way that I spied one of my best friends having sex. There were ways of showing that?
“Are you okay? You look so pale. Did something happen?” She tried to reach me with a hoof to check my temperature but I stopped her just in time lest she would fry her hoof on my boiling cheeks.
“Y-yeah. I don’t feel so well. Maybe I should just get home…”
“Oh...Don’t worry. I’ll tell Berry about it. You go and take care of yourself.” And off I went, grateful that Fluttershy cared about me enough. I was kind of sorry for lying to her but I did some part of the truth: There was something wrong with me.
***
Needless to say, the days after that were awkward. Really awkward. Not to mention I felt just a tiny bit of guilt for peeping on him. Actually, a crapload of guilt. I actually avoided Berry and Blossom for a few days. I had the perfect excuse of practicing at the Academy, so I couldn’t just butt in and give the slightest proof I was there and feel enormously awkward every time I looked at them.
That was until I went to Ponyville to see Twilight about some research she needed and I saw him all alone at a table in the cafè, with a half finished drink and his head resting on the table. Of course, I couldn’t just leave him alone...
“Oh! Hi, Berry!” I waved at him. He hadn’t even noticed me and just let out a sad sigh. I just cleared my throat instead and he looked straight at me with his baby blue eyes, his chin still placed on that table like an immovable mammal of old. “Oh...Hi, Dashie.” He blinked. “Are you feeling well now?”
“Yeah, I’m sorry for leaving like that but I just wasn’t me.”
“Oh, that’s okay. I’m glad you’re ok now. There’s always time for another party.” He let out another sad laugh and sunk back onto his chair.
“What’s wrong? Usually you would, I ‘unno, make a joke, jump around, do something that you do. What are you doing here? Drowning your sorrows?”
“Yes. I turn to orange juice when I’m sad.”
“Did something happen?”
“Yup.” he sighed, playing with his empty glass by bouncing it from one empty hoof to the other. “Something happened.”
“Wanna talk about it?”
“Yes, please. I really need to talk with a friend.” Berry got up even if he was still hanging his head in pure sad and actually pulled out a chair from under the table for me to sit at. I felt a knot in my throat. Berry got into his place and placed his head on the usual spot. I gestured at the waiter to bring us two juices while Berry just stood sitting there, looking all sad. It was an unnerving sight seeing him so...Devoid of energy. Even his mane looked less curly and his usually fluffy fur was painfully straight.
“On me!”
“Oh, you’re always so nice, Dashie.” He finally managed to crack a smile, even if it was a short, sad one. It was my intention to make him laugh at the end of that day.
“There, finally turning that frown upside down. So what happened of so terrible that turned you introspective?” The waiter pony arrived with our drinks on a tray. Berry and I grabbed them as I offered a quick toast. He clinked his glass with mine and went to drink his juice with hardly a word.
“It’s Blossomforth…” The juice actually stopped in my throat, going neither up or down. I gave a good pat on my chest to get out of that impasse before I choked myself with that.
“Blossomforth?” My voice cracked more than usual as I got absolutely terrified. The thought one or the other actually saw me rears its ugly head. How would I even explain that one? I’m not an easy mare, that’s for sure, but actually being a pervert to him? How could I get out of that one? Should I have gotten out of that? “Berry, listen to me. I don’t know what—”
“She...Dumped me…”
“Oh...I didn’t even know you were together.”
I lied through my teeth. Somewhere, Applejack was probably feeling really disappointed and she didn’t know why. Still...This hurts. I may not always show it but I actually care for my friend’s feelings. Even with all the burning jealousy I felt.
“It didn’t last long. We got a few drinks at my party a few days ago, talked about things like Buckball or that new movie and one thing led to another, you know…”
“Oh, believe me, I know!” I stopped on my tracks, making an enormously awkward face since Berry was there, not knowing whether or not to laugh “How those things go. Yeah, I think I got what you’re saying.” I had backed myself in a corner with that one but managed to get out pretty smoothly. ”You hooked up. That’s what happens.”
“Yeah, apparently for her it was just a fling. I don’t blame her, actually. I mean, ponies are free to do whatever they want. It’s like when you like chocolate cherries a lot but you don’t expect to eat them day and night. You can try parfaits.”
I didn’t even talk to her about that. And I didn’t even talk to him. My place in that relationship was that of your average observer. Well, a little more perverted observer than most. I didn’t take a step in their lives and whatever had happened, would have happened even without me. But I still felt guilty for what I did. For what I should’ve done. Maybe If I came to him earlier I would’ve given him some average advice and helped them out. Not good. Just average. Maybe I could’ve talked to Blossomforth and told her he was an amazing guy and that he deserved her love and respect and...
“So, uh...Is that what she said?”
“She was clear from the start. She wanted to have her fun and that’s it. I’m not even angry. I’m just sad…” He finished his drink with one fell swoop and stood there to suck the air from his straw a few seconds. And I couldn’t help but look at him and how cute he was, puffing his cheek like a grown up foal…
“Well, Blossomforth is like that. Thing is, you liked her, right? And not just for a fling.”
“I did. Now, I’m not sure if she was the kind of pony I could actually, you know, settle down with.” He chuckled. “But yeah, I liked her. She is funny and clumsy and she is totally adorable when she stuffs her mouth with marshmallows. I just wanted it to last a little more time. Tell me: Did something like that happen to you, once?”
“Couple of times. One stallion, one mare.” I sighed, filled with regret and just a tinge of sadness. I knew where Berry was coming from. “And yes, I wished we had more. It’s never that easy.”
“But?”
“But what?”
“Usually somepony says the brutal truth but gives you a ray of hope with that.”
That drew a laughter out of me. He was so right. “ But…” I pursed my lips, drawing out every letter of that word as Berry plunged his elbows in the table, leaning closer to me with an enraptured and curious look on his face. “You have to appreciate what you have. It’s like when you are flying. You only have the present. The past is behind us and the future takes too much worry. Take what you have, appreciate the ponies with you and…” I paused. “Never let yourself down. Because you are better than a lot of ponies I know and you deserve to be happy. Not being here and crying about Blossomforth.”
All of a sudden he got up from his chair and I found him hugging me tightly. I hugged him back, happy that I did some good for him and I cheered him up for once.
“Thanks, Dashie.” He sniffled out. “Those were the sweetest things somepony ever said to me.”
“Hey, wanna do something cool to clear your mind?” I said as I swiped one tear away from his eye.
“Well, if you say it’s cool then it must be cool! What are you thinking about?” Berry got up from the table and started hopping in place next to me, his natural enthusiasm and mirth restored. I couldn’t help but smile at that sight.
“Just you wait.” I playfully bopped his nose. “I’m going to blow your mind.”
He gasped, coily putting a hoof over his mouth.
“It’s a metaphor, Berry.”
“Oh, goodie. I need my mind for thinking stuff, you know.”
“I can clearly see that.”
I payed our drinks and we trotted our way towards a hill. The stallion returned to being his usual, happy go lucky self and started even waving its tail like a puppy as he followed me around, hopping his way as I floated slowly, making sure we took our time with the stroll. It was nice spending some time together just me and him and none of us was in a compromising position.
I wished…
“So, hop in!” I offered my rump to him. No, not that way.
“Whoa...Are we going to fly together?”
“I’m going to show you things that you can’t see with your Berrycopter!” That said, he promptly jumped on my behind and I tried to mask the pain with my usual bravado. I’m not saying he was fat, but he still was a well built mass of well oiled muscles, the whole package disguised as a huge pink pantry. Still, I grunted and heaved, his weight shifting above me as we took off. It took me a while to adjust my axis as the green below us started to get more and more distant as I fluttered my wings. I’m not used on having somepony on my back, but for the sake of my friend I soldiered on.
“Whooohoo!” He said as I began to fly faster, and he put his forelegs around my shoulders as I soared through the sky.
That really blew his mind: Yeah, he had seen the world from up high with his various contraptions but seeing it at that speed? At my speed? That's a privilege for very few ponies, and I wanted him to to experience it. He clung on to me with all his strength as we crossed the sky together, like an enthusiastic foal and why shouldn't he had? Ponyville looked like a very detailed map from up there: We saw the orchards of Sweet Apple Acres spreading like a mosaic of tiny red dots, the gaudy appearance of Carousel Boutique, The Castle of Friendship’s crystal spires shining at the light of the Sun...
I’m not that good with words: I’m a mare of action. If I want somepony to be happy, I do what makes me happy. I suppose that’s kinda similar to him and his parties. We ended our tour and landed on a small hill as Celestia’s sun started to settle.
“I’m so glad we could do this together…” He said, his hoof gently playing with the tip of some tall blades of grass. Berry sighed and scooted towards me, our flanks touching. I couldn’t help but blush and avert my gaze from him. It’s not that I don’t like to look girly in front of other ponies: It was just with him in that moment...And it was even worse the moment he grasped my hoof with his and I didn’t want to let him go. “You are...You are my best friend, you know that?”
“I, uh...I know that. You’re pretty cool, too.” I said to myself “What the hay” and scooted towards him. It was such a nice moment. Celestia’s sun was setting down and its last warm rays were on us. My friend was completely cheered up and I showed him my best moves.
That was when he kissed me on the cheek.
On the cheek.
“B-Berry?!”
“Oh my gosh, I’m so sorry! I...I don’t know what got in my mind!” The stallion retreated from me, hiding his chest behind his hooves. “It’s just that you were so nice to me and you are awesome and beautiful and...And…”
While he was there rambling, a million thoughts crossed my mind all in the space of the few seconds Berry needed to tell the entirety of an epic poem. I wasn’t angry because he kissed me: I was kinda flattered, actually. I wasn’t even angry he would play the Casanova wannabe on me after getting out of his tryst with Blossomforth. He had any right to kiss any mare that he fancied. The thing was...He kissed me on the cheek. My granny gave me more passionate kisses than that!
“Berry, you kissed me on the cheek…” I coveted that spot and it felt so warm under my hoof.
“Yes and I’m so sorry but I did because I’m so smitten with you and you’re the cutest and—”
I grabbed him by his neck, smushed our snouts together and looked straight into his eyes with a piercing stare. “This is how you kiss a mare, you dummy!”
And so I did. I kissed him so hard his head must’ve spun around. I pushed my blue onto his pink hard and went with full tongue, my own wrestling his for dominance as I could feel the frantic breath from his nostrils on my face. He was really into it and I soon found out that Berry was an amazing kisser. He had an enviable technique: He kissed with warmth, passion and in such a sensual way. He never lost control even after I started sucking his face off. He bucked up and beared it and gave this mare the kiss of a lifetime against the setting sun. Our lips were pressed together and I didn’t get one more tickle than normal. His hooves were firmly around my shoulders, pushing my chest against his, so fluffy and firm. We opened our mouths slightly at the same time, like he was reading my mind, and played some more with our tongues before we went for one last, sloppy making out session. It left a strand of saliva connecting our chins.
“So...Uh...I take you’re not angry?” He smiled, patches of drool at the sides of his mouth.
“Nope. And for being so cute, I’m going to give you a prize.” I rested my back on the fresh grass and he wrapped his hindleg around my back to ease me on the way down. I splayed my legs to show him his prize and his eyes lightened them up like he was in front of a triple chocolate cake. “Like what you see?”
“Oh my gosh, is this really what I think it is?”
“Uh...Yes...That’s my pussy. Don’t make it weird.”
“I’m sorry but it’s even prettier than I thought! It looks so juicy and pink!”
“You thought about my pussy? Oh, you scamp!” I coyly waved my hoof, getting on with my best Rarity impression. “Now get on with it, and I may forgive you.”
“Yes sirrr-y!”
Back then, he just showed me a preview of what he could do with his tongue. A tease. Now he was getting down on me like his tongue was on fire. I grunted and clenched the ground with my hooves as I let myself be consumed by the pleasure. His tongue was going in slow circles, hitting all the right spots, teasing my slit with delicate touches here and there. I could feel his snout playing with my privates with such gentleness and passion at the same time. When I felt his tongue slip inside me I wanted to scream but instead I just stayed there, a grin of bliss appearing on my lips as I felt his tongue spinning around and around, caressing my inner walls.
He slurped with his tongue in the most uncouth way as I felt his tongue giving its A game inside me. Berry cleaned every single inch of me as he swallowed my own sweet juices. I felt his tongue and his hooves rustling through my fur and I loved every minute of it. For a moment I felt like one of those cookies he enjoyed so much, especially when he slurps down all the creamy insides…
Not just that: He alternated between some good old pussy eating to land some soft kisses in the interior of my hindleg, sending shivers of pleasure up my spine. I feel the delicate touch of his hooves following the contour of my legs and, most of all, his warm breath teasing on my engorged and needy labia. His tongue was pistoning its way in and out of my pussy, sending me over the edge and, I must admit, it really caught me off guard. My breath was coming in a weird, high pitched staccato: I didn’t get so worked up and vocal about sex since forever. I let everything out and my screams of pleasure filled that cold evening. Nopony in miles to hear.
A wonderful warmth spread in my belly, pleasure mounting more and more as I felt his soft tongue pressed against my snatch, following its entire figure with one slow lick.
I sprayed my orgasm right in his face and he gobbled every sweet drop like pineapple juice. I stood there, tired but satisfied and ready for the round two as Berry did his best to ease my sensitive labia, landing some soft kisses on my secret flower.
“Did you like it?”
“I loved it. In fact, I think I have to repay you on that.”
“Oh, I don’t want money for this! I’m a serious stallion! And I would do it for free.”
“...Just lay on your back...”
We found ourselves a tangled mess of limbs and tongues, him laying on his back and very busy at licking my hooves, swirling his tongue around my erogenous zones. It was so good I wanted to lay there and just start screaming at the sheer pleasure of that. One of the reasons I was so shy in getting myself in a spa was the fact that my hooves are really sensitive. I guessed that it would be very rude to have an orgasm during a spa treatment but, in time, Lotus and Aloe learned to be careful with their hooficures. Berry, instead, was free to do as he pleased. And that tongue was as delicate as it was on my pussy. I had my fun as well as I was facefirst in his plump, juicy balls. I sucked and caressed on them as Berry went overboard on my hooves and his own caressing my privates slowly, pleasuring me up from multiple ways. My mouth watered at that sight as I eyed his dick hungrily. His staff felt firm under my hooves and it was pretty flexible, allowing me to bend it over and roll my tongue on top of its flat head. I was struggling just to get it all in my head and I gasped as I saw his sheer length.
“D-Dashie? It's a bit uncomfortable…” Berry tried to keep himself on the task at hoof (I.e. My pussy) and tried to mask as best as he could the fact that his dick was a little more bent than usual and was starting to get uncomfortable.
“Oh...Forry…” I said as I shifted my weight around and the two of us rolled on our flanks, allowing me to take it more easily inside me, without bending it over at a weird angle. He giggled warmly and his poofy head went down between my loins, devouring like his tongue was on fire. Meanwhile, I was focused in sucking his lollipop desperately, moving my lips up and down its rather generous length. It punched the back of my throat every time I went forward and left me unquenchable thirst when it didn’t fill my cheeks. Its taste was the best part: It wasn't particularly sweet (silly as it might sound) as I expected.
It was salty and musky and a sharp aftertaste. It tasted of stallion and I loved it. Every time I had to pop out of my mouth to catch some breath I wasted no time in licking the whole thing, getting its rich flavor all over my tongue. I started teasing its slit hard as Berry went overboard, satisfying his appetite for my pussy. I could feel his tongue swirling inside me, hitting my inner walls but there was something else I needed in there…
“Oh, Dashie...I feel like I’m going to explode!” Berry’s entire body shook and trembled as I could feel his rod getting harder and swelling up. I could sense from his taut, hard muscles he was struggling with all of his being to hold it inside. On the other hoof I was sucking him harder and faster, just to establish some balance to the universe. We were so into it we soon turned into a sweaty mess.
He finally did explode as he splattered one warm spurt of cum all over my chest. It was so comically big, like a giant sweet roll being squeezed and sending it out a stream of delicious cream. I was there, with my mouth opened to taste it before it went to waste on my fur and before I knew it I was still suckling the last drops out of him before giving one sweet kiss to his still hard rod.
“Oh my gosh...That felt even better than, well anything! Mostly because it was you and you really good and—” I tackle him and kiss him on the lips to make him shut up even for a few precious seconds, making him taste his own spunk. Not because he wasn’t being adorable but he was making it awkward and I loved it too much for that…
“How about we finish it off in style?” I said caressing his cheek. I really had to ask him what kind of cream he used to make his fur so soft.
“Like the way you always dress?”
“Wha’? Who told you that?!”
“I, uh, I heard it somewhere.”
“From who? Rarity? That loudmouth!”
“But you would look so pretty in a dress. And Rarity thought so, too!”
“Yeah, I mean, no! I don’t look cute!” One could’ve cooked an egg on my cheeks from how hard I was blushing…
“Dashie, I saw you with a dress. Multiple times! At the Gala, at fancy dinners, during holydays...You look amazing!”
“Y-yeah, but I mean really frilly dresses! Absolutely silly and uncool!”
“I didn’t see you wearing them. Maybe you would make them look cool.”
“Stop being so cute and do me hard. I want to feel like a mare!” With that, I turned my back on him, lifted my rump and got my tail out of the way and he could see the sweet, sweet treat he had been tasting since the evening started. “I want you to ride the rainbow.”
Berry giggled so warmly that it made me feel ashamed of that joke. “Wow! You really say that?”
“Well, if you changed your mind…” I coily sidestepped, pretending to put my tail back in its place.
“No, no! Please! I need it! Let me come over here and do you hard! But…” Berry stopped, hanging his head in shame. He let out yet another sad sigh as I could feel the magic of the moment simply fade away. Berry stood there, looking at the grass and even with his still hard dick poking through there was nothing funny about this.
“What’s wrong?” I asked, approaching him. He pulled his shoulder away as I tried to touch it.
“Dashie, it was amazing but should we really do this?”
And there it was…
“Berry...I…” I caressed his warm cheek, guiding his snout closer to mine. “I don’t know if I am what are you looking for in a mare but this means something to me. I don’t know what will happen next but I want to do this. With you. Right here.”
“I can’t just ask you to stay with me if you, you know, get bored.” He smiled sadly, his eyes trying not to look in mine.
“Me getting bored with you? That can’t happen!” I chuckled. “I...I like you, Berry. There. I said it. You can’t get bored of a guy like you. You just can’t...”
“R-really? For how long?”
“For a lot of time, actually I mean, not since I can remember or some cliche like that. At first I thought you were...Just Berry.” Berry listened attentively, even if he couldn’t help but blush and try to hide it by shifting his muzzle around, trying to hide it in the shadows. “But then...Time passed and you know how it goes…”
“Hmmm...Nope. I don’t know how it goes.”
“I-I mean, you find a guy that thinks you’re funny and awesome and not just a braggart…”
“Nopony thinks you’re just a braggart. You deserve every bit of fame you get, Dashie, and I don’t want to hear any excuse about that.” He pouted like an angry school teacher. My heart soared at that, he was always so cute...
“There, you see what I mean?” I snuck a little kiss on his lips that made him blush like a small colt. I mean, he knew where my mouth was just a few minutes ago. “You always have a nice word for me and I...Could just stay there and find a lot of nice words for you.”.
We kissed again and this time we went all out, pouncing on each other like animals his weight pressing on my body, his muzzle attached to mine. His hooves were frantically searching for my bouncy curves and I could feel he was really into it with every fiber of his being and yet...He was trying to restrain himself. His usual energy was focused in pleasuring me and sharing this moment between us but I didn’t think he was giving his A game with me. With that, I grabbed his hoof and drove it towards my flanks and with a squeal of joy he squeezed them as his tongue went down on my neck, teasing me playfully. “Oh, Berry...F-fuck…”
His rippling muscles quivered above me. Berry pushed against the ground, trying to not squish with his weight. I could see his forelegs wobble weakly at the struggle and I wanted to relieve him of that, pushing him on top of me in one lustful hug. He giggled heartily as the two of us were wrapped in each other and I grinned and licked my lips as I felt his massive erection poking against my junk.
“D-Dashie...You still want to?”
“Yeah, but…”
“But what?”
“I want you to look me in my eyes.”
He played with his massive junk and he struggled to get the tip inside, which slips away and I couldn’’t help but smile at that. Berry was sticking his tongue out as he focused the hardest I ever saw him focus on something. I decide to help him by guiding his turgid stallionhood to my slick entrance. I can feel its warmth pressing on my folds and my mind goes blank with sheer need. The thing throbbed and rippled through my soft lips and the need to be filled with it poked its ugly head. Berry was panting, a completely nervous mess. I smiled to calm him down and my smile soon matched his. He opened his lips as if he was asking me if I was ready and with a gentle nod, he entered me.
At first, it hurt really bad. I could feel its ginormous length sliding inside me, my muscles clenching around his shaft as he struggled to fill that hole. Berry had been given a lot by nature and, by Celestia, that’s how things were. I clung to him like a scared little filly as he buried himself deep inside me and with a wet slap, his balls hit my crotch. I felt so wonderfully full as the pain subsumed, replaced by slowly unraveling pleasure that spread from my crotch to the very tip of my wings. Berry’s broad tip hit my inner spot repeatedly, making its way to the very instant of my womb. That sensation of fullness was so fulfilling and wonderful that it made me ache for more in the very brief interval I could feel his weight pressed on me as I circled his shoulders with my forelegs, pulling him close in an embrace, allowing me to bask in his warm and his perfumed coat. He always had that pleasant scent of fruit and flour following him around and my heart started beating faster as my nostrils sucked a big whiff of that from his mane. I squealed like a filly under his powerful figure as he coated my jawline with delicate kisses.
My chest heaved like a wave, up and down, as I filled the nights with my moans and his belly glided above mine, our breaths in unison as she slammed his hips on me, his generous girth penetrating my tunnel of love. My hooves were clinging so desperately at his back if I had claws like Spike I would’ve left scratch marks on him. In the few moments of clarity between riding the wave of pleasure I looked at his cute face and noticed he was really into it. He was spending every last drop of his energy to ride me hard and fast, just how I liked it and for that I would’ve never let him go. There wasn’t a moment I moved away from him, that my lips didn’t grace his, that my legs weren’t wrapped his waist, that my tail wasn’t caressing his inner thigh. He particularly liked that one as the moment I started doing that, Berry was like a beast. He was giving it to me even harder than before and his enlarged flare was splitting me in half.
I let out a small squeal of pain and I could feel his hips grinding to a halt. “Dashie...Are you okay?” He asked, his sweet voice reduced to a raspy, panting tone. Both of us were covered in sweat, basking in each other’s warmth.
“Y-yeah...I’m just so close.”
“M-me too…” He kissed me on my forehead. “Should I…?”
“Bring it on, stud…” I purred and his hips started moving on their own, his shaft sinking deeper in my hot pink slit. The grass rustled beneath as my wings trashed around, my whole body shaken by the throes of that coming, powerful orgasm, ready to overwhelm me with all its power. Every stroke, every hit of his powerful dick made me quiver with pleasure. My organ was so sensitive and so accepting of his shaft that it ached for every second that separated us for the moment of truth. His hooves slipped beneath me to hold me closer to his chest and with a weird but extremely cute mewl Berry came. I was filled with a bucketful of hot cum, and I felt it splash onto my inner walls, filling my womb with creamy goodness. My own orgasm followed short as I saw a flash of blinding light behind my eyes that pierced Luna’s night. My whole body was sent in a mess as the orgasmic waves wrecked my body to the very being, spreading through every part of me, from my hooves to the tip of my feathers.
He sent his spooge shot after shot inside me, my warm belly expanding itself at every throb of his dick with Berry easing me in that incredible experience by gently kissing my throat. I came lively spurts as my pussy simply couldn’t contain the sheer amount of cum he had poured into me, and I felt the excess dripping over my thighs. The whole experience drained me and I closed my eyes just to get a little rest, not realizing I had fallen asleep in his embrace…
***
“Sooo...What do we do now?” Berry asked breaking the quiet of the night. Luna’s moon was high in the sky basking on the two of us still cuddling on that same hill.
“About what? About us?”
“Uh...Yeah...I mean it was fun and all, but…”
“Berry, I’m not a one night stand kind of mare.” I giggled, kissing him on the cheek. His cheeks flushed and he moved his gaze on the ground.
“Oh, that’s very mean of you to say that after what happened with Blossomforth.” At first, a cold shiver went up my spine as he said that but he gave a friendly poke with his foreleg, suggesting it was just a joke. I only felt less of a douche for that jab.
“Sorry, B…” I sighed. “Still, I’m serious about it, you know? I’d like to see where it goes.”
“So…” Berry pulled me closer, letting my head rest on his shoulder. “I guess we have some time.”
“Yes, we have.” I giggled. “I don’t know what will happen tomorrow, and yesterday is gone. So, today belongs to us.”
“That does sounds like something from a book.”
“It does, eh?”
“Still cool.”
“Oh, and I will not stop trying. Who told you all about the whole “Dresses in Style” thing.” I shuddered. “Seriously, what the hay?”
“You have to admit it looks fun! I can’t wait to see you in a frilly dress.”
“Yeah, it was a fun one. Almost as fun as watching you fuck Blossomforth.”
“Whaaaa’?”
“Nothing.”
