Sugar Swirl's Summer Cart!

by LightningStyle

Rating: mature
Tags: Original Character, Sex, Slice of Life, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, Other
Length: 1926

Sugar Swirl is desperate to end her heat cycle, and after many unsuccessful attempts, she may have just found the solution...

Hi there! I'm Sugar Swirl, and welcome to Sugar Swirl's fantastic ice cream cart! Perfect to help beat the heat of the summer!

Sugar Swirl has an issue that many mares can understand, but few have ever felt the severity of. And that is a long heat cycle. Instead of lasting a few days or weeks like many other girls, her own has been going on for several months. Nothing it able to sate it until a lonely day at the unicorn's cart. With no customers and no one passing by, she tries one last idea to, 'beat the heat'.

Published 2017-05-21 23:50:02 UTC
Last updated 2017-05-21 23:50:02 UTC

Why Do Owls Always Get Invited To Pony Parties?

A wooden, rickety cart stood still on one of the roads that led in and out of Ponyville. A beautiful, grassy hill stood behind it, and birds chirped loudly from the treeline that was exactly opposite of the pony and her small workstation.

Sugar Swirl held a large grin on her face, one that was unforced even with the midsummer heat beating down on her petite, slender frame. Sweat dripped from her brow, and the only thing that gave her comfort at the moment was an industrial-powered cooler that sat right in front of her, which she was leaning on at the moment to cool herself down. Her soft chesnut fur pressed against it, giving the young unicorn some relief from her distress.

A main problem that was bolstered by the Sun’s rays was a medical mystery. For most mares, the springtime is when many of the girls began to go through their estrous cycle, but for whatever reason she was cursed, or blessed depending on who you asked, with a heat that simply refused to be satisfied. Everyday was a constant session of masturbation in a variety of ways. In public, one solution was to grind against a soft or rounded object, carefully watching her movements to avoid the suspicion of other ponies passing by. In private, however, the mare has tried a thousand different ways. Toys, herbal treatments, colts, and even multiple and embarrassing visits to the doctor’s office. Still, no matter what she tried, or how many times she pleasured herself, it never stopped. It was beginning to affect her life negatively, with nervous laughs coming from every male who passed her and noticed her scent every single day, and stopping once an hour to wipe her vulva clean of the juices it soaked out. It made her lie awake at night, furiously kicking the bedsheets and begging to Celestia for it to end.

Still she persevered, spending her mornings and afternoons in this same cart, selling ice cream and cool beverages to a majority of the children that lived in this town and even a couple of adults who were strolling outside with the lovely weather. So far, it has been manageable, and nothing really happened except for awkward chuckles from the fathers and intense glares from the moms. At least she got a break, as it was this time in the day that the flow of customers started to slow down to a crawl. It was still an hour before before the fillies and colts got out of school, and most of the ponies were currently at the markets downtown which had just opened, buying their groceries for the day. Sugar Swirl hadn’t seen a single living pony in the past twenty minutes, and she drummed her hoof against the steel frame out of boredom.

It was at this time that she had her best ideas for things, and this was no exception. She wiggled her hips awkwardly, trying to scratch an invisible itch that wasn’t there when a thought popped into her mind. She took a quick glance left and right to make sure no patrons were stopping by her cart when she snuck close to the ground of her work area. The wagon had wooden planks against the sides which obscured quite a bit, and the large freezer that held all the delicious treats completely blocked her body from anypony who happened to pass by. She threw a small sign that was painted with the word, ‘CLOSED’ over the front of the front of the cooler and cart before ducking behind.

Sugar rolled onto her back and propped herself against the freezer, pressing her mane that was two different shades of pink against it. The coolness from it sent a shiver down her spine, and she spread her hind legs out wide in front of her. Leaning forward just a bit, she could see the moistness coming from her body dripping down to the ground, staining her tail and pooling under her butt. She hadn’t tended to herself this morning because she overslept, and the desperation started to kick in. She trembled silently, quickly moving her hoof down to sate her need.

Another idea, though, came to her mind which caused her to hesitate and she smiled gleefully. Not moving from her position, she reached up behind herself and pushed open the lid of her cooler. After an awkward movement and some searching around, she pulled out a package of small popsicles. The covers were decorated with a variety of designs, and on the cover had a small label. ‘Sugar Free! Rocket Pop’. Using her teal-colored magic, she popped open the front to reveal the individual packages that held the popsicles and she levitated one into her hand. Her smirk not wavering, she removed the plastic wrapper to open the treat and expose it into the summer air. It was a mixture of pink and blue swirled together in a common design, with the popsicle stick held it together. Even in her desperation, she couldn’t help but levitate it in the air and read the joke that was written onto the wooden stick. “Why Do Owls Always Get Invited To Pony Parties?” It read. The answer was hidden away due to the ice, and wouldn’t be revealed until the Rocket Pop was finished.

Levitating it downward though was easy, and the wicked idea was set into motion. Double checking to make sure she was alone, she perked her ears up and carefully listened for the familiar sound clopping hooves against a dirt surface. Nothing but the singing birds far away.

She started out by rubbing the popsicle against her haunch, the Sun beginning to melt the popsicle already and it left a small stain of the sticky mixture on her plump tush, where it dripped down and covered her fluffy tail. Sugar Swirl manipulated it even more, gently tracing it against her body until it finally connected with her moist, outer lips.

The unicorn immediately felt the relief, and showed this by gasping out. She moaned loudly and squeezed her eyes shut as she penetrated herself with the ice cream. She squirmed and exhaled as more of the cream dripped down her pussy, running over her rear end and adding to the ecstasy that her body was in. The mare moaned out once again as it pushed deeper into her vaginal walls, immediately cooling that heat that she has felt for so long. It was a soothing feeling as Sugar Swirl masturbated loudly, the wet sounds of her cunny being penetrated by the popsicle filled the air surrounding them. The scents mixed together, and the wind carried the scent of her own sweetness along with the sugary treat that was currently inside of her. It made the brown-coated mare squirm and kick her legs out as she created a steady rhythm, using her horn to magically push the ice cream in and out of her vagina. A main problem still was there, however; even with this feeling as good as it did, it still wasn’t enough. Her young body was still burning, and needed something more to sate the fire that was inside of her.

Sugar Swirl let go of the Rocket Pop, letting it rest inside her vulva as she opened another packet. The unicorn did take a peek down and spotted some stickiness running down her thigh, and she couldn’t help but notice it had the same consistency and look of cum. It made her blush heavily, and after she opened the wrapper of the second popsicle, the girl allowed it to hover in the air while she reached down with a free hoof to scoop up a bit of it leaking out and she pressed it to her tongue. The girl pressed the melted syrup against her lips, and it tasted exactly how she expected: sugar and herself. Sugar Swirl giggled, before pushing her bum forward and adjusting her position so only her head was leaning against the cooler, with her back on the wagon’s floor.

The unicorn gently moved the popsicle lower press the tip of it against her tight anus, softly teasing it by circling the pucker with her treat. She allowed herself to feel the satisfaction both popsicles were bringing, and she breathed out happily as her eyes fluttered closed. After a second, and with a little bit of force, it entered into her butt easily which caused her to squeal out from the pressure. It moved further into her body, and she focused enough to begin to move the still popsicle inside of her marehood along with the second one which was now inside her rump. The talented unicorn was now simultaneously masturbating her buttocks and vagina, and her moans certainly showed how good it made her feel. She groaned, using a hoof to play with her clit as she pumped herself full of the Rocket Pops, building up her ecstasy. It was almost overwhelming, and she increased her pace, having both ice cream pops send chills throughout her entire naked body. After another minute, she couldn’t hold back anymore. Sugar Swirl came hard, squirting her juices out of her cunny as her back arched upward. Her shriek of pleasure penetrated the air like a knife, and her body spasmed as she rode out the wave after wave of ecstasy that ran up her body, starting at gyrating hips and ending at the young mare’s shoulders.

It took her a few minutes of just heavy panting and relaxing before the orgasm finally ended. Her butt was covered in melted popsicle juices as a steady stream of cream from the ice cream and her own vulva were pumped out with every twitch. Sugar Swirl breathed in and out slowly, focusing on clearing her mind which was racing at a thousand miles a minute. This was the only relief that she had in the past few months, and it was a feeling so long forgotten that it took her a few moments to realize it.

After it died down, Sugar Swirl didn’t dare move. She waited and waited for that familiar feeling of heat to come back as it always did, but for once, nothing came of it. She just sat there, fighting the post-masturbation sluggishness and hoping to every being that was listening that her heat was gone. And it seemed like her prayers had been answered. The itch finally dissipating, she immediately hopped up, not noticing the large stain that covered the floor of her cart. Sugar Swirl really, sincerely hoped no one has passed by, but she was so happy to truly care after figuring out her estrous cycle was finally completed. She hopped up and down, the rest of the sticky substance that occupied her bum and vulva pouring out of her body. Her tail was high in the air, and darted back and forth in happiness and joy. The itch, the heat that had caused her problems this entire season was gone, and she was now free to enjoy the warmth that the Sun brought. She noticed one of the sticks had fallen out of her body thankfully in the midst of her happy dance, and she leaned to pick it up. It was the first one from her vagina, and she could now view the punchline to the joke written on it because the popsicle from before was now a liquid at her feet.

“They’re Such A Hoot!”