Author's Note

WARNING, this episode contains: Coco Pommel x a Stallion, ball worship, masturbation, and an interesting design for a dress.

Episode 9 - Honest Apple

“Ugh!”

Coco Pommel balled up the piece of paper in front of her and tossed it over her back. The crumpled projectile, as her luck would have it, bounced off her wastebasket—one that was full of a dozen or so similar failures—and rolled across the floor of her apartment, bumping against her hoof to taunt her one final time. She glared at it for a moment, trying to incinerate the offending piece of parchment with nothing but her mind, but her anger soon dissipated with a sigh.

“Well,” she mumbled as she took out another blank sheet, barely-used pencil still in her hoof, “nopony said fashion would be easy. Just have to keep trying. I’m sure something will come to me eventually.”

With newfound confidence, Coco brought her pencil down—

“....”

—her face scrunched up in thought—

“....”

—sweat began to drip from her brow—

“....”

—and then—

She threw her forelegs out in disbelief. “Two hours—two hours!—and all I’ve come up with is a stupid circle!” She crossed her hooves and grumbled beneath her breath. “C’mon, I just need to find some inspiration is all. What was it that Rarity said? Look into your past?” She sighed. “Well, I guess I can give it a shot. Couldn’t hurt, right?”

She closed her eyes, trying to picture something, anything that could prove to be her creative spark. A certain feeling between her legs, however—one that had been nagging at her all week—made her mind go to anything but high-societal fashion.

“C’mon, not now!” She glared at her crotch. “Stupid heat… I have too much work to do! I can’t mess around this close to my fashion debut!”

She shut her eyes defiantly, trying to force her thoughts towards the sleek and elegant curves of a high-fashion dress. Sleek, elegant curves, much like the curves of a coiffured mane or a stallion’s big, fat ballsack—

“Crap…” Coco mumbled under her breath as she begrudgingly snuck a hoof between her legs, memories from a hot, steamy night in Manehattan coming to the forefront of her mind.

It had been a long, dreary afternoon of being Suri Polomare's assistant, one full of making dresses that she knew she’d never get the credit for. It was okay, though, as she knew Manehattan had a habit of chewing up and spitting out would-be designers. All she had to do was stick it out and, someday, she’d get her due. Still, she figured blowing off some steam would do her a world of good, and it was with that in mind she walked into the Big Apple bar.

The Big Apple was perhaps not the first place you’d expect Coco to go—the small, alleyway bar was the furthest thing from high-end, and anypony who passed it would assume it was quite seedy indeed. Coco was good enough friends with the owner, however, that he’d know not to press too much into her professional life, so it was as good a place as any to get her mind off of work.

“Hey, Apple.” Coco gave the stallion a nod as she took a seat at the bar. “I’ll have the usual.”

The large, burly stallion—whose name he lent to the establishment—nodded his head and hummed an affirmation as he began to make her drink. Coco watched him pull out a glass from behind the counter and fill it with ice—three perfectly sized cubes, as always—and began absentmindedly munching on some complimentary peanuts as she waited for the show to begin.

The show was not, as some might expect, the middle-aged stallion’s finely-honed mixing skills—though they were quite good, to be fair. No, the real show—which Coco’s eyes were immediately drawn to as the stallion turned to grab a couple bottles from the shelf behind him—was the dancing pair of ‘apples’ between Big Apple’s legs.

Call it lewd, maybe even a little pervy, but after a day of working for Suri there was nothing better than watching two large, low-hanging stallion-fruits dance for your enjoyment. Even better was the fact that the stallion’s tail kept most of it from view—her imagination more than filled in the blanks, and the quick flashes of smooth, dark skin were just the right kind of tease to get her fired up.

Big Apple’s quick, jerking movements as he mixed her drink shook his body from head to hoof, causing the fat orbs to sway between his legs in an almost hypnotic way. Coco bit her bottom lip, warmth blooming between her legs as she imagined those cum-laden fruits smashing against her ass—hey, a mare can dream, right?—before filling her up with the stallion’s creamy brew. Perhaps, she wondered, that was the real reason she always visited, a simple stop to fuel her imagination so that she could take care of herself properly back at home—

“What’s a fine looking filly like yourself doin’ in a place like this?”

Coco gasped and quickly averted her gaze as somepony—a stallion, she realized as she glanced at him out of the corner of her eyes—took the seat beside her. “Oh! Um….” She blushed. “Just, uh… just here to relax a bit after work.”

“Ah. Another hard-working Manehatten-ite looking to blow off some steam, I see.” The stallion smiled as Big Apple placed her drink in front of her. “Hey, Big, I’ll take whatever she’s havin’.” He reached into his saddlebag and placed a couple bits on the counter. “And I’ll pay for both, too.”

Coco smiled and took a sip of her drink, her eyes trailing down towards the prize nestled between the pony’s legs. Sitting on a stool left stallion’s with very little in the way of modesty, giving her an unobstructed view of the pony’s plump sheath and juicy-looking balls. With a lick of her lips she looked towards the stallion’s face, where he was giving her a sly-looking smile that said he knew exactly what she was thinking.

“So….” She grinned and took another sip. “What’s your name?”

With a loud bang the door slammed into the wall, forced open by the pair of lip-locked ponies that barged into the room. Tongues danced and hooves roamed as the two fumbled upright across the stallion’s apartment, neither wanting to separate from their impromptu dance of lust. Both had needs that had to be met, frustrations that needed to be cleansed, and there was nothing that could stop them from ending in each other's hooves

“Where…” Coco breathily said between sloppy, lip-smacking kisses, “where’s your room?”

The stallion replied with a firm grope of her ass, causing her lungs to empty with a groan as he guided her across the room. Again they bashed into a door and again it crashed into the wall, and as they broke apart for air they stared into each other’s eyes. Coco blushed as she felt something warm and hard brush against her inner thigh, the stallion giving her a grin as she felt the fluids dribbling down her legs. With a chuckle the stallion pulled back and walked over towards his bed, his tail kept nice and high to show off his mouth-watering goods.

“Well?” The stallion sat on the edge and spread his legs, half-erect cock flopping against his inner thigh and balls hanging off the bed. “I saw you looking at ‘em earlier. Why don’t you come on over and get acquainted?”

Coco licked her lips and grinned. She didn’t normally act like this—most who knew her would say she was rather shy, in fact—but a little alcohol in her system was all it took for her inhibitions to break. The slight haze in her mind left most of her body feeling numb—most, except for the heat between her legs and the hunger within her heart, and the delicious-looking platter of stallion-meat seemed like the perfect way to solve each. So, with an added sway to her hips, she walked forward and crawled between her new friend’s legs, ready to forget all that had happened that day.

With a moan matched only by the stallion’s Coco started licking his sac, dragging her tongue across the wrinkled flesh and pressing it against the cum-laden masses within. She pressed her muzzle harder, deeper between his legs, burying her face into his balls to fill her lungs with his masculine musk. The stallion seemed to enjoy the attention, grabbing onto the back of her mane and pushing her beneath his testicles to drape them across her face. Even then her tongue did not relent, slathering the back of his balls with enough spit to mat her cheeks with the stuff. Only once the burning in her lungs forced her to do so did she relent, and even then it was but a second or two later that she dove back in, this time opening her mouth to take both of the seed-silos inside.

“Mmm…” the stallion groaned above her, his eyes now closed in bliss, “yeah, that’s it, just like that….”

Coco’s only response was a moan that vibrated the nuts in her mouth, making the stallion shiver and his cock expand at an ever increasing pace. The thick mass of stallion-dick began to slide over her face, pre dribbling onto her face and mane as it inflated. Before long it was fully erect, throbbing against her head as she continued suckling on the balls beneath it. For a moment she let it hang there, fully content to worship his churning nuts with her tongue, but when the rigid length flexed in a blatant display of need she decided to do something about it.

As one hoof traveled up to wrap around the stallion’s member the other went down between her legs, and as she began to jack him off—his balls still held firmly between her lips—she began tending to the fire between her legs. Each time she grazed her clit she’d moan around his balls and each time she’d moan his cock would flex against her hoof, creating a cycle of lewd carnality that melted away the worries of the day.

“Oh, shit….” The hoof resting against the back of her head pressed harder, keeping her face buried between the stallion’s outstretched legs. “I’m close….”

Coco let the balls slip from her mouth with a wet pop, tongue dancing against the spit-soaked sac as she hummed a pleasant tune. Even without being told so she’d have known that he was close—the now constant dribblings of pre that coated her hoof and the way his balls pulled towards his body was proof of that. Images of his seed arcing through the air flashed before her mind’s eye as she licked a trail up his balls, the thought that a complete stranger—a stallion she had met at a bar less than an hour ago—was about to paint her with his cum lighting a fire beneath her tail. The hoof between her legs became a blur, flinging lines of her liquid excitement onto the carpeted floor, and as she made her way back down to the base of his balls she came.

Coco squealed as her muscles clenched up, a thick gush of mare-cum splattering against the bed sheets as her pussy did the same. She quickly took the stallion’s balls back into her mouth to muffle her moans of bliss, hoof squeezing the base of his shaft as she rode her climax out. That was just enough to send him over the edge, and with a bellowing moan he arched his neck back and pressed his hips against her face. While Coco couldn’t see it past the pony’s balls, she knew she’d finished him off as soon as she felt his seed splatter on her back. The feeling of warm, gooey cum running through her fur kept her climax going, hoof still working her marehood as she laid loving kisses on his balls....

Much as she had done on that fateful day, Coco moaned as she reached an explosive climax at her desk, this time muffling her screams of pleasures with nothing but the pencil in her mouth. Both her hooves had made the trek between her legs, and now they held her spasming lips apart as she soaked the chair beneath her with cum. The burning need that had been tormenting her throughout the week soon subsided, cooled by the waves of her climax, and as the shuddering came to an end she slumped in her seat with a sigh of bliss.

“Mmm...” she hummed as she brought a hoof in front of her face, eyes falling half-lidded as she watched her juices drip to the floor. “Well, that’s that, I guess. Still no closer to having a design though....” She sat back and sighed. “You know, now that I think about it, I never did get that stallion’s name. Too bad, too. I’d love to have another round with somepony with balls like that—”

Her eyes widened as a bulb lit in her head.

“Wait, I have an idea!”

And with that, Coco’s fashion career truly began....