Vanilla Breeze raised a hand to shield his eyes from the sun that ruthlessly beat upon him as he looked on from the bow of the S.S. Full Mast. As he peered ahead he could see, not very far off in the distance, a small island. From what he was able to espy across the gradually diminishing stretch of water between the ship and the landmass, it seemed very lush with vegetation, and appeared to have a single massive building that towered above the substantially sized trees all around it. With a shake of his head and a sigh, he lowered his hand, turned around, and headed back across the deck. He'd had enough of looking at open water and was finally content to begin repacking his belongings to at last finally be off.
It wasn't as if the cruise had been bad in any way. In fact, the entire cruise had been the single most luxurious experience of young Vanilla's life. For about two weeks they'd been out to open water and the lack of land beneath his feet had begun to make him more than a little antsy. More than anything, he wanted to finally figure out why he'd been invited for no expense on such a fantastic voyage. He'd received his note, instructions, and a formal invitation through his mail in a simple and unassuming letter. His first inclination had been to dismiss it as a simple prank. It would not have been the first time he'd been the victim of a false letter, but the official manner in which the letter itself had been written, combined with the also very official looking seal the letter had been stamped with, made him question why anyone would go through the trouble to send such a thing just for the sake of a simple, mean prank.
Upon reaching his quarters he began calmly and quietly packing his clothes and other amenities into the single large travel bag he'd brought with him. And as he did so, he reflected on the odd circumstance of his departure and current situation. He'd never been one for travel, and he certainly never figured himself the type to take such a trip on a mere whim, and yet here he was. He stretched his arms back and forth and peered into the mirror mounted onto the wall across from him.
Vanilla Breeze was not a butch stallion. Far, far from it. His body, in contrast to his name, was actually a dull, ashy grey with only off white hair to contrast, and his shoulder to hip ratio gave him a decidedly feminine form. In his childhood he'd often been ridiculed for this, especially having grown up in the rough and tumble environment of lower Canterlot, nearer to the streets and common folk than to the illustrious upper half that tended to be filled to the brim with the wealthy and aristocratic. The truth of the matter was that the lower end of the capital city was not so spic and span as the upper end, and his far more effeminate figure had, by itself, given many other young colts more than sufficient ammunition to hurl at him. His shoulders were much more narrow than average for a stallion of his age, and his hips were likewise a fair amount more wide than typical. All of this, on top of his already very introverted demeanor, made for a rather quiet and girlish colt.
"Attention, all staff and passengers! We've reached the Prurient Isle and are bound to hit land within the hour! If you haven't packed up yet then do so, because you are all in for the thrill of your lives!" The chipper voice of a mare chimed through the intercom of the ship. Vanilla Breeze, glad to have gotten all of his things around ahead of time, grabbed his bag and began to make his way topside to join the remainder of the staff and passengers, of which there were startlingly few given the size of the ship.
Upon reaching the outside again Vanilla was awestruck. The island was rather small, but the building he'd seen so far off in the distance was now in full view and revealed itself to be no small affair of a structure, even by the grandest of standards. It was a tower, no, a spire that Vanilla could clearly see easily eclipsed the height of the trees around it with a gleaming sheen of reflecting sunlight. However, even more perplexing and eye catching than that, he could see several gorgeous mares in identical, pristine uniforms standing along the shore. Vanilla counted, quickly noticing that the number of attendants on the shore was equal to the number of passengers that now stood around him.
The pleasantries on board the ship after landing were short and had been, more or less, reduced to a simple thank you from the crew for having been patrons of them, and after, the passengers were allowed to exit, crossing a small bridge in a brief parade of suitcases, perplexed faces, and hesitation, which some showed in zero traces once they'd also seen the supremely good looking attendants waiting at the shore. One of the females raised her voice, the practiced ease of speaking over the crashing of waves becoming apparent.
"Welcome all to the Prurient Isle!" She spoke with palpable cheer, "All of you will be assigned a guide and given a tour of the island with one of our lovely ladies here!" She raised a hand, gesturing flamboyantly at the uniformed girls around her, each one dressed in a simple blue skirt and a light blazer colored white and red. "They all know what to do, so if you've got any questions then feel free to ask during your tour! Now ladies, if you'd please!"
Following her cue, all of the mares sought out a passenger of the ship that Vanilla assumed had been decided beforehand. He stood, watching everyone before him either be taken off and down the beach in different directions, or taken further inland where they were lost in the trees, however, in spite of his nervousness with the unfamiliarity of the whole situation, he quickly noticed that it seemed he'd been left alone on the beach without a promised guide.
"Hello?"
He snapped out of his thoughts and looked to his left, seeing the mare who'd given the brief speech.
"Excuse me, but did you not have a guide?' She asked, her tone denoting some concern.
"What? I, um... I guess I didn't," Vanilla responded, not at all accustomed to having such a beautiful female speak to him so directly.
And beautiful she was. Now that she was closer, Vanilla could see that she was a unicorn, with fur that was a cool and pure white accentuated by her mane, which was striped with a blue stolen from the sky above itself, and a brown so rich that it would have put any candy maker's caramel to shame. She was taller than him, and her hips were finely proportioned to her body which could salaciously sway to and fro while also bringing to attention her substantial bust, which seemed as if it could have burst forth from the frail buttons of her uniform at any moment.
"Ugh, that stupid ol' Mandarin. She never can get the dumb schedule right," the female spoke. She placed her fist to her forehead and seemed to silently think for a moment, quietly lamenting with a whine, "And I was supposed to have today off..."
"Um, are you okay?" The young stallion asked.
"Yeah, I'm fine. I'll just have to talk to her about it later on," she said, her smile returning as she looked at the male before her. "But hey, now you've got me! Name is Coconut Cream, you little stud."
With the slightest of mumbles he spoke, "I'm Vanilla Breeze."
"Well, I think you've got a fantastic name, Vanilla! Now, how about we get on with the tour? I know the perfect place for us to talk," Coconut said, grabbing Vanilla by the hand. "You can leave your bag here, I'll have someone get it for you later."
Vanilla, for his part, simply decided to trust her. After all, what else could he do? It wasn't as if he could cross an entire ocean again to go home at that point. Besides, he'd reasoned that there were worse situations to be in than to be holding the hand of a stunning unicorn like her, and it wasn't long at all before he found himself led into the foliage with his guide.
He'd not said much to the unicorn most of the way through the strangely well maintained jungle, unable to help but to notice that the paths and plant growth were all well kept in the case of the former, and well trimmed back in the case of the latter. The quiet began to bother Vanilla slightly.
"So, how did you end up in this place? And where are we?"
"There we go!" Coconut grinned back at Vanilla, beaming, "I told you that you could ask anything and now you're finally getting to it. We're on a private island called the Prurient, same name as the owner of it. I think he's an author or something."
This confused Vanilla.
"Wait, so you just came here?"
"Of course not, you silly! I got a letter with an offer, same as you did. I could have everything I needed taken care of in exchange for living and working here. To be honest, it isn't bad at all. I get paid and don't have to really buy much of anything," the red dressed unicorn spoke, "Besides, I love my work here," she added with a matter of fact tone.
"So what do you actually do here then? Trim the hedges and wash the windows?"
"Definitely not! Geeze, you're starting to sound like you think Sir Pen runs us like slaves," she said, their pace slowing down.
"Um... Pen?"
"Prurient Pen! Have you been listening, little stud?"
"Well, yeah but-"
"What? Somethin' you don't get?" Coconut Cream asked, pushing aside a large frond in front of her, revealing a small clearing that led to a little cave that seemed just a divot in a hill, but would be more than accommodating for the two of them. For the first time since the beach, Coconut let go of Vanilla's hand and skipped into the cave. Vanilla stood still, momentarily unsure of what to do.
"Hey, are you coming!"
And the moment passed.
Vanilla Breeze followed, crossing the same ground and entering the cave. However, he found himself surprised by what he found within. The entire cave was nearly spotless inside and went further back into the hill than he'd thought at first. It was even furnished in its own way with two benches of wood in the back that had white and red checkered cushions laid securely upon them. A red and white uniformed unicorn sat on one, smiling and patting the space on the bench next to her, gesturing the male over. Vanilla took a deep breath, the prospect of sitting next to Coconut seeming somehow even more of a fantastical and nerve wracking idea than holding her hand had been, but he complied, striding over a bit shakily and seating himself next to her.
"Now, what was it you wanted to ask me?"
"Oh, I just, um..." Vanilla stammered, trying to ask his question while also becoming acutely aware of the small gap between them.
"Oh come on, I'm here to guide and answer your questions, so ask away," Coconut interrupted confidently, scooting herself a little closer to Vanilla.
"Well..." Vanilla turned away from her, lowering his head to hide his growing embarrassment, "It's just that you never actually told me what you do here."
"Ah, that! I'm an attendant, head guide, and a guest servant," the unicorn spoke, leaning forward as she did to look at Vanilla's face.
From the corner of his eye Vanilla saw her, quickly turning and sliding himself farther away on the bench. "Why do you keep doing that? And what do you mean 'guest servant?'"
"Oh hush. You act like you've never had a cute girl sit near you before," Coconut said with a giggle.
"No, I haven't!" He shouted, then clamped a hand over his own mouth to silence himself of any more accidental admissions.
"Good gosh, just take a breath and relax. Besides, I still haven't given you my whole spiel yet. The guest servants are assigned to a guest if you wanna stay here."
Vanilla Breeze raised his head and turned to face the unicorn again.
"Wait a minute, you mean I can stay here?"
"Of course you can! I know it didn't say so in the letter you were sent, but that's what I'm here for," Coconut explained, turning herself around on the bench and sitting cross legged in front of Vanilla, who did his best to keep his eyes up and away from her skirt, which he was certain he could see up if he did look. She continued, "And of course we won't keep you here if you don't want to stay, but I think you'll warm up to this place once you've seen what we've got to offer here. Sir Pen is actually pretty generous, but staff and residents are kept to minimum so this place stays special. Can't have everyone knowing about here, and invitations are only sent out every few years. As for me? I'm here to be your companion for as long as you're here, if you want me."
"So what does 'companion' mean then? Like a maid or something?" Vanilla asked, his curiosity beginning to edge out his apprehension.
"Well, it can mean that if that's all you want."
"So you do more than that then?"
Coconut Cream set a finger to her chin, thinking, as her gaze drifted off. After a moment she lowered her hand and looked back to Vanilla, staring right into his eyes with equal parts mischief and genuine inquisitiveness.
"If you don't mind, I think it would be better if i showed you."
"What do you mean by-"
Vanilla Breeze was cut off, silenced by Coconut shifting forward, pushing him back, and pressing her lips to his. Her tongue immediately bolted into his mouth and Vanilla, blindsided by the suddenness, had no choice but to lay back and submit to her confident movements. It took a moment for him to regain his bearings, but the very second he realized what was happening he tried to reciprocate, albeit clumsily. Vanilla was in awe, her tongue seemed to explore, flick, and caress with a degree of raw finesse he'd never thought he'd ever experience firsthand, and he was stuck, frozen and entranced by the warmth of her lips, body, and the muscle that so easily invaded and claimed his own body and will.
Coconut broke the kiss with a gleeful grin, holding herself over the smaller male and looking down at him with a thoughtful expression.
"Hm... You know, for a name like Vanilla you kinda taste a little minty."
Vanilla was dumbstruck and again unable to quickly form a response, but it didn't seem to matter to the mare. She raised a hand between them and pressed a finger to his lips with a quiet "shh".
"Listen, Vanilla I can tell you're nervous. Just let me start slow for you and see how you feel first, okay?"
Vanilla thought for a second, but the sensation of her soft digit upon his lips and her starry blue eyes held him in a trance. When would a chance like this ever arise in Canterlot? With a cautious, but decisive movement of his head, he slowly nodded.
"That's a good boy. Now relax. I am your guide after all, so I need to show you everything on the island," she kissed Vanilla's cheek and whispered into his ear, "And that includes me, of course," the mare straightened out, sitting on Vanilla's waist. Her deft fingers traced up the front of her uniform slowly, inching to the buttons. "I think I'll surprise you."
Coconut's horn glowed a light blue and Vanilla's sight was obscured by a literal curtain of shimmering light. He swallowed anxiously. Behind the curtain he could hear the ruffling of fabric and the sound of snaps being undone. His thoughts about what she was doing were confirmed nearly at the same pace he thought them. To his side he could see a brief flash of her bare arm casting away her colored blazer and what he assumed had also been everything underneath.
"You ready, little stud?" Coconut chimed.
Unsure of what to say, Vanilla reached down and set a hand on her thigh, giving it a firm squeeze.
"Oh geeze, it's so adorable how you freeze up!" She cut her magic, the veil of light falling into mist as Vanilla gazed at her with a look of stunned and true adoration.
Her bare chest had been fully put on display, and she leaned forward with a smile to give Vanilla a better look. They were large, larger than Vanilla had ever seen, and had a captivating hypnotic sway that kept his eyes glued to them, with perfectly proportioned nipples that he could see were growing more hard with every passing second. His hands, as if by their own will, magnetized to her body, grasping each of the soft and smooth tits that filled his grasp with much to spare.
"Oh gosh! Maybe you aren't just a little veggie lover after all!" Coconut exclaimed, thoroughly pleased by his near instant response. It was only then that Vanilla noticed where his hands were.
"Oh shit, I'm sorry!" He yelped, jerking his hands back and letting go of her breasts which responded in turn with a little jiggle.
"Ha!" The mare cheered, "You said it, so now I can say naughty things too! I knew you weren't a total prude."
"But, I just-"
She interrupted him again, "No buts!" The unicorn pointed a finger sternly at him. "No take backs and now I can swear. Deal? Deal." Coconut raised her hand and wiped it across her brow with an exaggerated sigh, "Thanks for breakin' the chain on that one. You've got no idea how tough it is to keep that annoying ass prim and proper garbage up. It's fun for a day or two, but I've been over it for the last few weeks of preparing for the new guys on the island."
"I'm starting to get the impression I should just kinda... get used to you constantly surprising me then?" Vanilla asked, now baffled by the sudden change in language and demeanor. She was still cheery as ever, but the etiquette seemed to almost instantly bleed away. Even her accent seemed to change.
"Damn straight you should! I'm a Manehattan girl, not some Canter-Cunt with a stick in her ass. Such a pain to have to always keep that act up," she said, her agitation with having to keep up with her "act", as she'd put it, seemed to evaporate just as fast as her enthusiasm for the "little stud" underneath her grew, eclipsing her passing annoyance. "Looks like I might have a stick for it anyway though." She jauntily ground her rear end into him, feeling the growing hardness that Vanilla had tried to ignore since they first sat on the bench.
Vanilla wriggled underneath her as the friction built and stimulated him through the fabric. His hands clamped onto her thighs as he looked up at her, watching her lightly bouncing breasts and her smile that shone like a row of clear, white diamonds.
"Besides, I'm sure you saw I'm not an ordinary girl, haven't you?" Coconut asked with a happy grin spread across her reddening cheeks.
"What do you mean by that?"
With that, Coconut stopped the motion of her hips to laugh loudly, her amusement matched in the slightly musical tone of her jubilant voice.
"Oh Goddesses, you really didn't look, did you? I even tried to make it obvious and you didn't see," she said between giggles.
"Hold up, what did I miss?" Vanilla asked, genuinely confused as to what he'd supposed to have seen and when.
"I guess I'll just have to show you then, you little frickin' goof," Coconut spoke, her laughter dying down so she could draw attention to where her hands were moving to. The stallion's eyes followed, her fingertips grabbing the hem of her skirt. "You're a bad little colt for not looking when I gave you the chance."
"You mean... you sat like that on purpose?"
"Yeah, I did! So you could see me! Are you really this dense every time a girl comes onto you?" She responded. Her voice held no trace of any real agitation, but rather of genuine bafflement.
"Well, no girl ever has really tried to come onto me, so there!" Vanilla shot back. Right before his cheeks were set ablaze with the force of a thousand suns and he clamped his hand over his mouth to shut himself up.
Coconut grinned, tugging her skirt from side to side while grinding her rump back into Vanilla's stiffened lap again.
"It's not a bad thing, Vannie. Besides, I think I've got something more your speed anyway..." She trailed off, her voice positively dripping with salacious intent. She slowly raised her skirt, Vanilla's eyes following her every little motion as she revealed what lay underneath.
The young stallion gasped. He'd never before in his life seen something so big. Under her skirt, and poorly contained by a pair of black and blue striped panties, bulged an absolutely massive cock. Even through the material he could see some of the thicker veins of her swollen member showing through, and he spotted two places in particular on her panties, one at the end of the shaft that was soaked through, and another below what he could see of her large balls that was completely drenched. Vanilla Breeze, in spite of himself, tried his best to mentally register and describe what he was seeing, but the only word that would fly through his head with every attempt was "cock". A thick, dripping, and stone hard cock stretching this magnificent mare's panties to the absolute limit.
"I-It's a c-"
"A cock? Yep, it is! It's my big, hard mare cock and you're the cute butt who made it like this," Coconut happily proclaimed. She licked her lips and reached down so she could rub her length through the fabric as she looked at Vanilla, her blue eyes carrying a reflection of beastial hunger. "Do you wanna see it, little stud?"
Vanilla, frozen and momentarily muted, simply responded with a slow nod. Coconut Cream chuckled with a grin and licked her lips once again. A hand reached to her side, unzipping her skirt and quickly tossing it aside to join the rest of her uniform, leaving her dressed only in her increasingly stretched panties that seemed as if they'd give way on the vain quest of keeping the virile cock within contained at any second. The unicorn's horn glowed again with a light blue aura, materializing itself a pair of scissors that did away with the waist of the frail clothing with two lightning quick snips. Coconut's member veritably burst forth, the former article of clothing being cast aside by her as her steely rod of hot, throbbing mare meat became unleashed and stood proudly at attention. Vanilla's mouth watered unconsciously as he spied a welling gob of precum gathering at the end of her aroused shaft, and a very visible trail of sweet smelling juices that ran freely in little rivulets of intoxicating scent down her inner thighs, the source hidden by a set of large and musky balls that covered just enough to hide her slippery entrance.
"Well, I got a feelin' you're not going to say much, so just do whatever you're thinking," Coconut said, looking down at Vanilla with anticipation.
Vanilla Breeze had no choice, or rather, his own body afforded him no choice. His hands darted forward, grabbing hold of the shaft in front of him with a light squeeze, which elicited a hushed moan from its owner. His eyes and attention were welded to the warm member he held onto, stroking along the length with tentative hands. The fearsome tool in his grasp began to slowly ooze another drop of pre that was quickly swept over by Vanilla's fingers, adding to the growing amount of slickness around Coconut's impressive girth. He leaned up a bit, reaching his hands back to behind her seed filled globes to her soaking slit that eagerly sluiced her arousal all over his palms with just a few swift rubs across her sensitive clit. They didn't stay there long, immediately returning to her mare dick and covering it in its entirety with her own pussy juice as he moved his frisky feelers up and down her throbbing meat with growing intensity.
Coconut began to squirm above him, wholly taken aback by his sudden eagerness as she leaned forward and looked into his captivated eyes. He seemed completely absorbed into what he was doing, as if jerking her rod came almost naturally to him with his attention completely focused on the single goal of feeling and running his hands all over every inch of her increasingly sensitive stallion meat. Coconut was beginning to feel herself throb harder, and she could tell that any more work from the energized little stallion below her would push her over the edge. With slightly panting breath she reached down, gently setting her hands on Vanilla's wrists to stop him. He blinked, the zoned out spell of him attending to her breaking at her touch. He looked up from her cock for the first time since grabbing it. Her azure eyes were slightly glazed from her building ecstasy and a light sheen of sweat shone across her brow.
"Oh sweet Goddesses, slow down a little, hun! You'll make me blow on your chest if you keep that up," Coconut said, her words interrupted by her catching her breath.
"Well, you said do whatever felt natural and-"
"Trust me, you're a total natural at rubbing cock," She interjected, pulling his hands away from her glistening member. "But you know... you can definitely do more than just touch it," Coconut said with a wink.
"What do you mean?" Vanilla asked, now somehow feeling even smaller than her in many ways and already suspecting what she meant.
"Well, how about we get you naked and see what you've got?" The unicorn said, clapping her hands together and causing her breasts to sway and jiggle in their hypnotic way with a ripple as she did.
"But does that mean you want to see my-"
"Yes, I do. Now shut your trap and take your clothes off," Coconut Cream interrupted again, "Besides, I think I figured out exactly what I need to do for you to have a good time."
Vanilla wasn't entirely sure what she'd meant by that, but he complied and the blue and brown maned unicorn climbed off of him, standing patiently while he disrobed. He stood up, eyeing her curvaceous body and rigid cock the entire time as he took his clothes off, not really bothering to try seeming particularly sexy as he did so. Internally he felt as if he'd just not be able to do it with the same zeal Coconut had shown. In a short while he was down to nothing but his loose boxers that tented out in the front, making clear his true feelings on the matter. Coconut flashed him a reassuring smile, got to her knees, and grabbed hold of the fabric all at once.
"I can't help but notice all those little curves you've got, little stud. Maybe you can be my mare instead?" Coconut said with a light giggle as she looked up at him.
"I am not girly, damn it!" He shouted, his cheeks once again overtaken by a crimson hue.
"And I think you should embrace it a little more," Coconut retorted, "After all, you just spent the last few minutes jerkin' me off."
"Well I-" Vanilla's words caught in a knot in his throat as his actions fully dawned on him. Coconut smirked.
"Don't think about it too much, Vannie," the unicorn said,"Just feel and act for now. You'll have all the time in the world to think later. But for now..." Her voice sharpened itself once again with a lusty edge.
Without giving him a chance to second guess, Coconut yanked the last article of clothing free as Vanilla turned his face to hide his embarrassment while his own cock sprang free. He knew it wasn't exactly huge. In fact, he was actually a little below average, which only made him feel even worse about his lack of masculinity. He bit his cheek, preparing himself for any amount of verbal thrashing. However, that's not at all what he heard. Instead he gasped, feeling a warm and wet sensation around the end of his dick that danced and suckled lightly. He opened his eyes and turned his head back, looking down.
It was in her mouth. His breath picked up it's pace suddenly with equal parts surprise and pleasure as he stared down at her plump lips wrapped neatly around the head of his shaft, her eyes gazing up to meet his. Vanilla couldn't see, but he could feel her sucking at him hard, her lips sealing around his tip while her tongue tangoed ruthlessly around his delicate frenulum, stimulating and sending little jolts of brilliant sensation all the way through his shaft, which quickly brought him to the pre dripping edge as he throbbed in her mouth. Coconut readily consumed each drip of pre that she drew forth from him, licking it all up as she worked him up quickly.
"C-Coconut, slow down! I'm getting close and..." Vanilla's words failed when he saw the look in her eyes. Her face spoke without needing to utter a word and spoke only that slowing down was not even close to what she intended to do. Her eyes locked onto his, her lips locked onto his cock head, and her thoughts locked onto her prize for bringing him over that edge, all relayed through her expert tongue work and the lascivious gleam in her starry, blue eyes.
Vanilla, feeling the rapid approach of his finish, groaned outwardly in bliss and shot his hands forward to grab two fistfuls of her hair, each hand grasping her caramel and sky blue colors with a vice grip. Coconut never ceased and turned her head from side to side, changing the angle of her suction on his swelling tip as she felt it grow and throb in her warm, wet mouth. Vanilla clenched his teeth, the telltale feeling of his sack tightening for his release rising with startling speed as Coconut gave one final, hard suck on his tip. For a single moment time seemed to stand in complete stillness. And there the mare's tongue was again, flicking at his cock head one last time.
That was all it took. Vanilla's orgasm struck him harder than any had before, head swelling from behind the unicorn's lips as his member launched streams of his male batter into her hungry mouth, which Coconut trapped and kept within, adding each and every shot of Vanilla's warm cum to a pool in her mouth. He shuddered, jerking his hips forward a bit in an instinctual attempt to get deeper into her hot and rapidly filling orifice, to which she simply moved with him, keeping just his head around her still suckling lips all the way up until the final spurt of his orgasm subsided. He looked down at her. She looked up at him.
Coconut finally released him, freeing his cock from the pleasant prison of her maw. She leaned back and sat on her rump, smiling. Vanilla opened his mouth, about to speak, but the unicorn beat him to it, opening hers instead to reveal her tongue and teeth coated with his fresh cum. Her tongue ran across her teeth, painting them even whiter, before the muscle slowly crept out, a gob of semen running down it and dripping onto her chest. The drop of cum ran down between her ample breasts, leaving a wet trail down her body before her tongue retreated back. Her mouth closed once again and she looked straight up, swallowing the rest of the load and making a point to let Vanilla see her throat moving as the seed was drank into her body.
"So that's where your vanilla flavor comes from," Coconut said with a smile, satisfied while she wiped the wayward drop of semen from her chest and popped her finger into her mouth. "Feelin' a little less tense now?"
"I guess I do feel a bit better now..." He responded, watching her movements as she swallowed the last bits of him off of herself.
"I'm glad, Vannie!" The unicorn proclaimed, standing up from the ground and gliding to Vanilla with a few elegant strides of her long legs. Upon reaching him, Coconut set her arms to rest over the shorter stallion's shoulders. "But you know, I think it would be nice of you to finish what you started earlier."
Vanilla knew what she meant, all the naive thoughts of her intentions having long since vanished, but he was still unsure as to what she'd meant in saying that. Surely she didn't mean...
Coconut's hands clapped down on his rump with a loud smack, causing Vanilla to wince a little at the slight sting. She looked down at her "little stud" and began to grasp, rub, and massage his plump rear end.
"I think I know exactly how I want this to finish up too," she cooed.
"Wait!" Vanilla yelped, trying weakly to wriggle free of her firm hold. "You don't actually mean... It won't even fit!"
Coconut Cream laughed merrily, raising a hand and bringing it down on his ass with a percussive slap which made Vanilla whimper quietly.
"You can handle me, little Vannie. I've fit into smaller places before," she spoke. With a sudden movement she withdrew her hands and pushed Vanilla back onto the bench. "Open up, Vannie. Time to return the favor."
"But wait, I've never-"
He was silenced as Coconut's huge member forced it's way into his mouth with gusto. He almost couldn't handle it at all and he could feel his jaw stretching and straining to open far enough to accommodate her invading his mouth. She didn't relent, cramming her shaft into his mouth until the tip of it tickled the back of his throat. The ashy stallion raised his hands in a desperate bid to get some air as he choked around her musky smelling cock, but the spattering and choking combined with the rapturous scent only served to make her length even more slick with his saliva. She kept pushing, her girth making Vanilla's jaw creak as her cock head began to slide deeper. Vanilla could feel his throat begin to stretch as his air was cut off agonizingly slowly.
"See? Told ya you could do it," Coconut groaned, thoroughly in bliss as his mouth and throat convulsed around her swelling shaft. She looked into his eyes, seeing that they had begun to roll back into his head as he clawed in vain for air. With a sly smile she pulled back, quickly freeing herself from him as Vanilla immediately fell forward onto all fours, taking deep breaths as he gasped air back into his oxygen deprived lungs. The male raised his head and turned around, feeling a
sudden pressure on his rump behind him.
"I think you're ready for it. What are you thinking, Vannie?" Coconut cooed. Her hands were firmly beset on either side of Vanilla's ass as she spread it apart and laid his little rear hole bare. The hungry gleam to her eyes had returned, and she looked down at Vanilla in the way a predator would eye up a proud catch. The stallion wriggled nervously in her grip.
Vanilla Breeze kept his eyes locked with hers as he attempted to remain focused, but to no avail. The way she looked at him made him melt internally and the mounting scent of her arousal wafting around him rendered him helplessly enraptured. He could see the tip of her rod peering itself over his round rump, throbbing and pulsing visibly with desire. He nodded slowly.
Coconut Cream gleefully smiled and lowered her head to get a close view of Vanilla's little entrance. With her hands she could feel him shake nervously.
The stallion moaned in surprise as he felt something warm and wet pass over his ass. Behind him he could hear an elated giggle. Coconut extended her tongue, licking and softly kissing over the male's pert asshole, pressing against him and tracing around his rear door while her hands grasped and squeezed the stallion's butt. Vanilla wriggled around, the slithering sensation startling him with both it's suddenness and ecstatic ferocity.
"Alright, enough appetizing! I want the main course!" Coconut cheered. She straightened out and raised her tool, and happily lined it up with Vanilla's pony hole. "Just one more thing," she said. A free hand drifted down to her cock, giving it a long, firm stroke all the way up the tip where a viscous drop of precum welled out. Coconut pressed it against Vanilla's hole, sliding her tip up and down to slather him even further.
"I'm starting in, okay?" the unicorn spoke softly, to which the stallion responded with another meek nod. She thrust her hips forward slowly, pressing against the resistant entrance. With a chuckle she rocked herself forward, popping the tip of her dick inside of the little stallion. Vanilla breeze shook and moaned outwardly, feeling even just the end of her already beginning to stretch him out inside. Coconut Cream set a hand upon his lower back, steadying him for more. With another movement she pushed forward, slowly sliding more of her throbbing meat inside of the male below her, who groaned and writhed around the unicorn's girth that felt as if it was stirring up his guts with every extra inch that he took inside. Coconut huffed impatiently, seeing that going at Vanilla's pace would take an excruciatingly long time. With one swift movement she leaned forward, covered Vanilla's mouth with her hand, and pulled him back, completely spearing his ass through with her mare cock. Vanilla shouted around her hand, feeling the intruding organ impale him with all of it's steely length. Coconut held into him, giving him a moment to quiet down slightly and adjust to the hugeness that she had entered his body with.
"There we go. All inside now..." Coconut whispered into his ear.
Vanilla squealed in pleasure, unsure of what to do and unable to do anything even if he did. His mind raced to process the wondrous feeling of having this gorgeous girl's entire length buried deep inside of his asshole as he clenched and wriggled his hips on the warm member. The seductive unicorn's hand finally released, allowing him ownership of his mouth again. He lowered himself down, face against the ground and ass up and skewered by Coconut Cream's cock.
Coconut reached down, grasping the sides of the demure stallion's hips as she began to slowly pump her way in and out. Both of their mouths hung open and content as they each savored the feelings they offered one another through their bodies while their climb to orgasm accelerated. The unicorn's horn was set itself aglow with a shimmer, wrapping itself around Vanilla's own hard dick where it began to grasp and roll his balls about while stroking up and down his twitchy length that released little droplets of pre into a glowing bowl that Coconut had formed with her magic.
Their speed increased again, Coconut's ministrations at Vanilla's shaft having inspired even more tight gripping on her cock, which in turn spurred on her mightily throbbing column of meat. Her pace never faltered, each and every thrust in and out of Vanilla's straining asshole was timed and complete from base to tip. Inside of him the young stallion could feel himself being roughly stretched to accommodate her while the sound of bare, slapping flesh resonated through the cave. Their bodies moved in tandem, Coconut sliding in and out of the moaning stallion while Vanilla gasped and shook his ass to swirl her deeper inside of his slippery rear end.
"C-Coconut, I'm about to-"
"Just do it!" She shouted, too deep into her ecstasy clouded haze to care about anything else but the stallion she was inside and the intense throbbing of her sensitive cock.
They kept moving against each other, feeding deeper into one another's lust as their orgasms began to build stronger and raced forward more fiercely with every moaning tune of their fornication. With a final passion and sex addled cry Coconut thrust in as deep as possible, balls slapping audibly against Vanilla's tight asshole as her shaft erupted, firing rope after rope of her thick, white cum deep into his rump in a warm salvo of sticky euphoria. He'd finally reached his limit again and Vanilla careened over the edge of his own dam of pleasure moments later, his dick throbbing and releasing a second helping of his own seed, which was skillfully caught within the bowl by Coconut.
"Oh Goddesses, open up quick!" Coconut demanded between moans as the last few spurts from her splattered inside of the smaller stallion.
Vanilla complied, opening his mouth on cue and just in time for the glowing bowl of magic to be raised to his lips and poured inside, filling up his mouth with his own musky cum. His tongue dove around inside of his mouth, sloshing and sliding around inside before he quickly let it run to the back of his slightly sore throat to be swallowed. Hardly a moment later the bowl evaporated into nothing as Coconut's body convulsed one last time, her balls finally finishing with emptying and with her pussy having thoroughly soaked the entirety of her inner thighs.
They stayed like that for a few seconds, two sweat slicked bodies bodies connected through their physical bond. Each passing second had felt as if they'd been a glowing eternity as they both basked in their exhausted afterglow. Coconut slowly withdrew herself, the tip of her cock making a quiet and wet pop as it left Vanilla's rather widely gaped hole and a trickle of leaking cum began that soon turned to a small waterfall of oozing batter that flowed freely and seemingly without end from within the stallion's ass. His rear half, having lost the cock that had been holding it up, finally relaxed as he rolled onto his side with half lidded eyes and a listless, but satisfied gaze. Coconut joined him, laying down next to Vanilla and planting a cum accented kiss on his neck from behind.
"Well? Now how do you feel about staying here?" She asked. The edge behind her voice was gone. The sass to her tone had bled away. All that remained was tired contentedness and care. Vanilla Breeze nodded silently, the activity having drained him of all his energy as he drifted lazily in and out of a light sleep.
Coconut smiled, embracing him as he dozed off into a relaxed slumber. From the corner of the cave she could spy, just hidden behind a large rock, a little black camera lens. Turning her head she scanned about, spotting two more cameras in the cave that had captured the entire event. She waved to them all gleefully.
"Got another keeper, Boss! Hope you liked the show!" She quipped merrily before laying her head down and joining in on Vanilla's nap."
In a room at the top of the tower a set of vibrant, pine green eyes watched a brown and blue maned unicorn in a cave wave through a large monitor before laying her head down. The owner of the eyes leaned back in a huge and decorative chair laden with vibrant red velvet and cushions. A hand lazily pulled a sweetly scented cigar from an open case sitting on the arm of the seat, which was lit a few short seconds later. Plumes of aromatic smoke rose up from around the individual in the chair.
"Gotta give her a raise." He spoke idly to himself. His gaze shifted as he looked across the room at a large table with two typewriters, both surrounded completely with papers, and with some covered in writing and notes, some covered in neat print from the typewriters, and many still left blank.
"She seems to have a real knack for good material. Ah, sweet inspiration. You find me at the oddest of times," he said. He stood up, walked over, and sat down at the table. His hands reached out, grabbing hold of one of the typewriters. "I guess it's time to get to work again."
The room echoed with the snaps and clacks of typewriter keys well into the night.
