Coming of Age - Pleasure in the Sun

My name is Jasmine Blossom, born and raised in the farming County of Shetland, a predominantly Earth Pony populated area positioned eastwards of the Capital of Canterlot. I grew up in a sleepy village, nothing special, but it was my home, where I grew up and made my first friends.

I had a number of friends, some close, some closer, others not so much. One of my friends was called ‘Barley’ - a wonderful, kind Colt who always managed to put a smile on my face. The humble son of a wheat farming family, he was always a cute Colt, yet his lean and slender figure was a testament to how hard his family had to work to maintain their crops on a yearly basis.

I held no feelings to him, he was my friend – a good one – and I was never really into the idea of trying to take our relationship further than the simple friendship we enjoyed. The status quo was suitable, no need to complicate relationships at such a young age.

I, on the other hoof, was nothing special to look at. I would never consider myself to have been fat, but I could never shake the excess weight around my stomach and upper-legs. It was probably my genetics, something simply out of my control. I’m lucky to have had friends who didn’t care what I looked like, I always felt somewhat insecure of my body and to have people make fun of me and perceive me as a ‘chubby mare’ would have been thoroughly degrading.

Whenever I think back to these memories they never fail to bring back fond memories of me and my friends running amok along the lush, green fields of the Shetland meadows. I was nineteen when I lost my virginity, the peak of a long, dry summer within the hillside town of Shetland, a better time where everything just seemed to go right. I remember the summer well as it marked the end of my final year in high school and my transition into a fully-grown mare.

However, as puberty caught up to us the cute and slender colt that I had come to know was transformed into a tall and muscular Stallion. By now, with his studies all but finished, Barley had begun to work full time for his father, his heavily muscled body leaving little to the imagination of how fit one had to be to work as a farmer.

I changed as well, as I grew taller the chubbiness that was once lingered like a bad smell slowly melted away. As my fat to weight ratio slowly improved it revealed quite an attractive mare – if I may say so myself – who, although possessed wide hips, maintained a fine slender figure.

Puberty brought with it some wanted changes, especially to my body and how ponies now looked at me, however it also brought some unwanted changes. I knew what to expect, so it was no surprise to me when I started to feel this dull, insatiable ache deep within my loins, unexplainable arousal leading to awkward situations where Stallions were starting to be accidentally lead on by the raising of my tail. I’m not even going to talk about the smell…

I even caught Barley stealing glimpses whenever we were hanging out, my obvious scent apparently tempting for even the most caring of Stallions. He managed to control himself though, trying his best not to become distracted whenever the winds changed, better than I could manage I can tell you.

It’s awkward talking about sex, especially in front of your friends, but Barley seemed to understand that I needed to be relieved of the fire that radiated through my loins. I liked that about him, he would never judge you, at least not vocally, if you confided something private to him. He was respectful, well-mannered, the product of a humble hard-working family.

When I approached him with my idea, to kill two birds with one stone and satisfy both of our desires, he was hesitant at first. stalling for time as he thought it over, but even the most level-headed ponies are susceptible to their primal desires and it didn’t take long for him to crack. I’m not sure, but perhaps offering myself on a platter was a deal breaker?

With the deal made, we organised it for the next day, going off his idea to do it in one of his family’s barns. Primarily used for storing wheat that they harvested, his family’s farm was littered with the wooden buildings, the red shells illuminating brilliantly against the sun’s rays. We decided to do it in the evening, simply disappear for a bit and enjoy ourselves.

The inside of the barn wasn’t much to harp on about, the building was stuffy and poorly ventilated which made the air thick and unbelievably dense. However, It might have been rundown but it was perfect for what we needed it for. Various pieces of farming equipment lay around, a few rusty sickles, a worn plough there, a testament to how rarely Barley’s family actually used this barn. It was a soothing revelation, putting me at ease that we would not be disturbed.

I was the first to arrive, a mixture of anxiousness and anticipation filling me, the thoughts of being rutted by a stallion only helping to exacerbate the need between my thighs. Not knowing the condition of the barn, I had made sure to quickly pack a saddle bag containing a thin checkered picnic blanket. When he did arrive, apologetic at keeping me waiting, he quickly set moving a rectangular hay-bale to the middle of the barn’s floor for us to lay upon, using the blanket to make it more comfortable.

Setting up was the easy part, we looked a right pair of idiots standing awkwardly on either side of the blanket. Me with my back to the windowed wall that overlooked the Shetland valleys and Barley with his back to the open entrance of the Barn, the slowly setting sun resting upon his back.

As Barkley positioned himself at the end of my hooves, I tentatively spread my legs, revealing my most private of areas to him. A breath caught in my throat as I lay there, feeling more vulnerable than I had ever felt. I felt like running away, the fear of the unknown paralysing me. Although I was scared, my performance appeared to have worked as I noticed Barley’s privates starting to twitch a couple of times, before growing.

He was nervous, perhaps even more nervous than I was, as I awkwardly shifted on my back to make myself more comfortable. I didn’t think much of it at the time, I just wanted a quick lay to ease the heat that radiated from within my loins, but given the chance to think upon his actions he put my comfort first. He was desperate, his crystal blue eyes silently begging for attention as his stiff rod stood to attention, the flaring tip of his cock already glistening with his fertile pre-cum.

Shifting his weight onto his forehooves, Barley arched his back over my small frame, bringing his chest lower with the elegance of a cat ready to pounce on its prey. I couldn’t help but feel nervous as the flare of his cock pressed into my puffy pussy lips, the size of the cock casting doubt as to whether it would fit.

“Are you ready?” The Stallion preparing to mount me asked, a low growl of sexual hunger accompanying the concern in his voice.

I could only nod in return, the only thing escaping my mouth a shaky breath, signalling to Barley that I was ready. He hesitated for a second before guiding his cock towards my entrance, perplexing me as he missed it, instead of aiming for my entrance he had gone for clitoris.

Pressing his cock into my groin he slowly massaged my puffy mound, gathering up my juices to provide as lubrication, eliciting a surprised gasp as he carefully circled my clitoris.

With my consent he pressed his cock firmly against my soft pussy forcing a moan to escape my muzzle, struggling to pry my tight entrance open. As careful as he was, my entrance was simply not big enough to accommodate anymore than the flared tip of his length before my body's physical barriers held fast against his thick rod.

His scent was intoxicating, intermingling with my own, almost like an aphrodisiac that brought forth our primal urges, encouraging Barley to be bolder with his movements. Every exhale revealed evidence of my discomfort, struggling to contain the dull pain I felt as my cunt was stretched. The pain only got worse as Barley forced more of his dick in me, pulling out whenever he found resistance before pressing back in. When it came to his medial ring, no matter how many times he tried to carefully ease it in, it was simply too large.

A grimace found its way to my maw, slight annoyance as to why I had to endure this discomfort for so long, if it weren’t for the fact that this was both of our first times I may have been vocal about it. Barley must have noticed as, almost, immediately his cock slithered out of my pussy, leaving only his flare inside before plunging harshly into me.

Needless to say, it fucking hurt. The pain pushed me close to tears as, through bleary eyes, I watched his medial ring emerge from my abused hole, this time coated in the unmistakable sight of blood. I had heard stories in passing that your ‘first time’ can hurt a little, I didn’t realise they meant a burning pain that coated your partner's dick in blood.

“I’m so sorry!” Barley said, his voice a low whisper as he took in what he had done. It wasn’t a big deal in truth, it was my body’s natural reaction, but also something Barley took personally.

“Don’t stop!” I pleaded, although pained my loins still ached with the need to be satisfied. Barley had awoken the beast and now he was going to slay it. “Just… keep going…”

Giving up now would make all of the pain I endured meaningless and I was intent on making sure that I was going to be left satisfied. An amalgamation of pain and pleasure filled me, the cock scraping against my sensitive walls helping to negate the searing pain of my hymen.

I was forced to take a sharp intake of breath as Barley’s dick hit its mark in my pussy bringing me pleasure I hadn’t thought possible, stoking the flame to the fire that slowly enveloped my lower body. It wasn’t all plain sailing though, seconds later another shot of pain made its way through me, bringing a sour grimace to my face.

That’s how it was for the next few minutes, the muscles within my overworked pussy began to relax slowly accepting the amazing girth that filled me. Within time, Barley found some form of rhythm, rocking his hips carefully as he tried to make it as enjoyable as possible for me. His pace started off slow, sliding his dick in and out smoothly, the combination of my natural juices and blood lubricating him sufficiently.

Throughout the thorough fucking that I was being handed by Barley, my forehooves felt restless, the prospect of remaining flat against my warming chest not enough to satisfy me anymore. Without warning, I quickly wrapped my hooves around the back of the stallion’s neck, pulling him in so that both of our foreheads touched.

“Mmmm,” I moaned loudly, as his cock slid smoothly in and out of my pussy, filling me with pleasure as the pain started to subside. “That’s it…”

I could feel my chest glowing with warmth as I neared my climax, any pain from the initial stretching of my hymen a distant memory as my left hind-leg started to twitch of its own accord. Sharing a brief kiss with the Stallion hammering into my pussy, I noticed our communication taking the form of primal moans and groans, our eyes locking passionately as we vocalised how we both felt. The sensations I was feeling were incredible, I could tell I was getting close as the pressure within my pussy continued to increase, feeling better and more euphoric every time the Stallion’s cock scraped against my soft walls.

The feeling of his cock rubbing against my thin walls was heavenly, the thick black cock thrusting between my purple lips sending me closer to the edge with every thrust, it was simply wonderful. Every intake of breath soon turned to pleasure filled gasps, my mind struggling to cope with the pleasure radiating from my groin.

Though sex-addled I could tell that he was close, his pace was becoming erratic, quicker, harder, his hips slamming into my groin. As my walls quickly tightened like a vice around his large member I could feel it stiffen, the blood engorged phallus throbbing, pulsating, begging for release.

With one final thrust, his eyes sealed tight as the flared tip sent me to heaven, a high-pitched cry of ecstasy filling the barn. No more than a second later I felt a warmness that numbed the tingling sensation in my pussy, blowing his thick load that he had churning in his balls deep within me. Spurt after spurt of the fertile seed was pumped into me, I could even feel some leaking out as the same warmth coated the inside of my thighs.

My afterglow was sensational, wave upon wave of ecstasy numbing my brain as the sensory overload made my mind go blank. I shuddered at the feeling of his softening cock slowly slide from my, no-longer-virgin, vagina. The warm fullness that I had become accustomed to quickly replaced with a feeling of emptiness as the last of his member was pulled from my foal hole. The golden furred stallion shakily raised himself back to his full height, stretching out his tired leg muscles after being in such an uncomfortable position for so long, before leaning to his side as to unceremoniously fall onto his back.

I didn’t appreciate being lurched upwards, momentarily disrupting euphoric the tingling feeling that my pussy relished, but the Stallion deserved to bath in his own afterglow. Looking to my left, I grimaced at the state of his cum-stained cock, evidence of dried blood from when he first entered me, it’s semi-hard state bouncing comically against his lower-stomach.

We laid there, tightly wrapped in each other’s hooves, for what felt like hours. No words were exchanged between us, we simply watched the sun set, basking in the combination of our shared body heat and the warming rays of the dying sun that slowly dipped below the hills.

“We should be getting back.” I said, my voice quieter than what I would have liked. Feeling slightly awkward in the presence of the stallion who deflowered me.

“Jasmine,” he said plainly, his eyes dropping to the grass that he sat upon, his eyes holding a thoughtful gaze. “What was this meant to be?”

I froze at this question, his question flying at me before I had even the chance to think through it properly myself. What had our sex been for? To help with my oestrus, of course, but why Barley of all Stallions?

‘Because I trust him,’ was the only answer my mind could spit out at me, not liking the bitter after taste of truth.

“What do you want it to be?” I responded, my own question taking the control of the conversation, in truth I was just stalling for time – I didn’t know what I wanted this to be. Maybe I had hoped that he would take control of the situation and tell me how he felt, if he held any feelings towards me, as the Stallion raised his head for his gaze to meet my own.

Love, it’s one of those things that you have to be so careful with because you can never be sure. If the whole experience had told me something it was that you can’t convince yourself to love somepony, it felt forced and fake, ponies I know say that love comes naturally. Some may say that at my age I don’t know anything about love, perhaps their right, but at the time I just didn’t have any feelings for him.

The blonde maned stallion seemed to ponder for a second, before meeting my gaze once more. “I don’t know, it was a silly question…”

Maybe I’m looking at it wrong, had the intimacy of the sex we shared damaged our relationship. However, sex does not determine love. I didn’t feel confident pressing him for more and took his reluctance to voice his opinion as a sign that he simply didn’t feel his emotions valued being spoken verbally.

If anyone was to take my virginity, I’m glad it was with the colt panting next to me, the last of the sun’s rays casting long shadows off our bodies, the warmth upon our backs soothing our tired bodies. The entire memory feels like a dream, something so serene and magical, granted painful at first, but it was an important step into adulthood and a big confidence boost for further adventures in the bedroom.

Barley deserved a medal for being so careful with me and allowing me to feel pleasure that I never thought could be possible. He walked me home that night, the sound of cicadas helping to ease the feeling of awkwardness between us, the cool of night starting to bite at my soft purple coat. We didn’t speak much, an air of awkwardness had descended upon us, almost as thick as the night’s air itself.

My first time had been eventful, but it had also been an eye opener to new sensations and emotions. Even though confused, I knew deep down that any possible relationship between me and Barley was not going to work, we were simply too different. Our friendship was a strong one, we were fond of each other because of the trust and esteem we held each other in, nothing more.

I sometimes wonder about him, what happened to him? Did he find someone with whom he could share the same type of intimacy that he did with me? I hope so, I really do, because he deserved it, the mare who got to receive his love and affection could find themselves lucky to be with someone so caring.

Maybe our paths will cross again someday and if that day does come around I’ll thank him, thank him for being such a good friend to me. Until then, I’ll keep these memories close to me, of the time we basked in the summer’s sun together.