Lemon Frost's Fabulous Infatuation

by SunnyDontLook

Rating: mature
Tags: Original Character, Porn, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, Romance, Sex, Slice of Life
Length: 4355

A lonely stallion sits in a bar, until a mare makes gives him some company. Lewd company.

A lonely stallion sits in a bar, until a mare makes gives him some company. Lemon isn't most mares, she's a business mare, a mom, and she's hotter than Tartarus. And she's taken a liking to you, an overworked bat pony, away from home. Your name is Dusk Rhine.

And maybe with a little luck, you can make yourself at home with her.

[M/F, Impregnation, Crotch-boobs, Crotchboob job]
Commission for Foshington (Featuring: Dusk The Bat Pack)
Edited By Liefsong

Published 2018-04-03 20:50:06 UTC
Last updated 2018-04-03 20:50:06 UTC

Lemon Gets Batty

Lemon Gets Batty

The bar was pretty quiet. The stool I sat on was probably the newest thing in the place. My hooves sat on the bar, next to my drink. Whatever else had happened, I was a bit buzzed by this point. Vodka tended to do that to me. Vodka tended to do this to everypony. The drink in front of me glistened. Whatever else you could say about the place, their glasses were clean. My purple mane was a bit disheveled, and my grey coat could’ve used something a lot nicer than shitty hotel shampoo. Still, some would say I was a nice looking buck,ven if I wasn’t the tallest. I stretched my leathery wings out before throwing my head back and swallowing the last of my drink.
“You want another one?” The barpony asked me after I drained my glass.
“Nah, but I could go for a double Applejack on the rocks, that’ll probably close me out for the night,” I told him. He just nodded in response. I was staying at a hotel less than a block away, it was a Tuesday night, and work had been hell. Part of it, I knew was the fact that I travelled all over Equestria. I had been sleeping in different hotel rooms for the last month and a half. I knew that some ponies loved hearing about my travels all around Equestria and beyond, some of them even envied me. They were usually the same ponies that slept in their own beds every night.
I heard a ring from the front of the bar and I turned my head to spy a sight for sore eyes. Trotting through the door was a beautiful yellow mare, and my jaw dropped when I saw her. As she got closer I got to see what she was wearing: a light blue dress covered her from her shoulders to her rump. That dress fit her like nothing else could, and as she walked, I could see her delicious curves just begging to be touched.

My drink suddenly looked really good. I picked it up with a hoof as I watched her draw closer from the corner of my eye-

“Hello, Darling,” She said to me with a smile. I nearly dropped my drink. “How’s tonight been Corkscrew?” the mare asked the barpony as she sat down in the stool beside me. I snuck a peak as I watched her voluptuous rump settle into the stool. Even through the heavy haze of alcohol, , I could feel a twitch in my sheath at the sight of the fabric shifting over her ass.

“Honestly, it’s a normal Tuesday, so it’s been shit Lemon,” The barpony said to her.

Lemon, I think was her name, got up from the table and walked over to the lonely lookin’ jukebox in the corner -- one of those old school phonograph ones -- and chose a selection before slipping in a coin from her purse. Soon, the sounds of old school rock rolled out from the machine. Almost instantly, the place became more lively, and I felt one of my hind hooves begin to tap to the rhythm. I was a bit surprised by her choice, but I was even more surprised when she walked around the side of the bar and grabbed a bottle from the shelf, while Corkscrew only shook his head. “If you want to take the night off Cork, feel free, I know you’re on till closing time pretty much every other night this week,” she told him with a smile, before beginning to hum along.

“Uh, thanks boss, just call me if you need somethin’ ,” He said quickly while he finished wiping down a glass. His horn glowed as he put it away gathering his jacket and tossing it over his shoulder.

“You’re the best bartender I have, so I have to keep you dapper,” Lemon said with a smile as he hurriedly put on his coat and stepped out the side of the bar. She leaned over the counter and surveyed the bar. There were just a couple tables occupied, mostly by small groups involved in their own conversations, and halfway through their drinks.

“I’ve never seen you in here before, what’s your name?” Lemon asked me as she bent over the counter. I was close enough to her to make out the individual strands in her well kept mane, and smell a citrusy perfume she must’ve lightly sprinkled on herself. I felt my cheeks getting a little more red …

“My name is Dusk Rhine. And I’ve only been here for a few days, work takes me all over the shop.” I averted my gaze, feeling a blush creep its way onto my muzzle. “Can I ask a question of my own? Do you own this place, he called you boss.” She cracked a smile at me.

“Yep. Honey, you’re lookin’ at a business mare,” she chuckled before continuing. “So, I take it you’re staying at the Hoofiday Inn just down the road?”

“I am, Miss Lemon,” The song changed as I said this and I could see her begin to mumble the lyrics under her breath, “That’s your name right, I heard your Bartender say it.”

“Yup. So my question is this: what’s a handsome young buck like yourself doin’ at a bar all alone on a Tuesday night?” There was no judgement in her voice, just a hint of curiosity. I myself was a bit flustered by being called complemented by this beautiful mare.

“Honestly, I was looking for something that would make falling asleep in a random bed by myself tolerable. I haven’t seen my family in months. It wears on a pony,” I told her before realizing that I had just spilled my guts. Damnit, pretty girls and alcohol had always loosened my mouth...

“I understand, and don’t feel bad about laying your problems on me. If I wanted ponies without issues, without some colour to them, well, I would’ve opened something corporate. Instead I opened up this place after a local restaurant closed,” Lemon said to me with a smile as she downed her shots of gin without a flinch.

“A pretty mare that runs a bar to listen to ponies spill their guts, now I’ve seen it all,” I told her with a laugh. She raised her eyebrows as she heard me speak.

“Now now, Dusk, you haven’t seen everything,” she said to me as she shook her rump to the music, her body turning as she flicked her tail against the bar. I blanched, and now I know my face was fully red.

“Brandy, you’re a fine girl,” I heard her sing as the song played. Her voice was husky and hypnotizing. I had read somewhere that in the late twenties a mare’s voice drops a bit of an octave when they got...well...

“That’s a weird name for a pony, Brandy.” I stated simply, trying to draw attention away from my rather heavy blush.

“I’ve known enough musicians to know that they’re all on drugs,” Lemon answered flatly. “The good ones anyway.”

“For some reason, I believe you,” I told her with a laugh just before I polished off my Applejack. I slipped one of the ice cubes into my mouth and waited for all the Whiskey flavour to melt onto my tongue.

“I mean, I have brandy up on the shelf, and I’m kinda craving a shot muhself,” I looked up at her. I nodded once and she spun around. It was on one of the higher shelves. She had to lean over the counter on the other side. My eyes focused in on her thick, dress covered rump as she demonstrated her flexibility. There was no-one else looking, in fact the bar seems to have gone empty while we had talked. Her tail flicked up and I got an eyeful of what was underneath.. My cock twitched and began to fill as I saw her white, frilly panties, which just barely covered the real goods.

“See, I told you, you hadn’t seen everything,” Lemon told me as I tried not to let my cock bump against the bottom of her bar. That’s usually considered bad form-

“Y-yeah, you were right,” The smirk she gave me made my fight ever more futile. In her hooves she had a shot glass of brandy. One gulp and it was done. The bottle appeared in that same hoof as if by magic, but probably because drunk me isn’t the most attentive individual. Lemon filled the glass again and pointed at it. I picked it up and drained it just as she had.

“No more for you mister, I don’t want any whiskey dick,” She told me as she leaned across the table to look me in the eyes. Even drunk Dusk could read through that. My head pressed forward and my forehoof came to rest on her shoulder. Our lips met and I felt her moan as her mouth opened up. Her tongue press against my lips and I let it slip inside. Moments passed and she broke away.

“If anypony asks, that was just a chaser for the Brandy, and not a drunken kiss while I’m running the bar,” she said quickly as she began to press keys on the little POS terminal behind the bar.

“That-that doesn’t make sense, we both just drank brandy-”

“Shush, you taste a lot better than brandy, mister,” her interruption made me laugh even as my face filled with blood again.

“Yeah- Whisky dick won’t be a problem,” I told her before looking down to see my half hard dick hanging out of my sheath. “You’re a wonderful mare, you know.”

“I get told that a lot, even if it ain’t true. No, I’m just a mare who likes ponies a little too much, and the thought of helping one feel a little more comfortable tonight, well, I can’t resist.”

“Thank you.”

“Don’t think me yet, Honey,” She told me as she clicked definitively on the terminal.

---===*===---

My key card couldn’t work fast enough. Finally the door opened with an electronic hum, just as I felt a nip on my neck. Lemon and I had started kissing in the elevator, to the delight of a teenage colt who had seen us when the door to my floor opened up. She had giggled at that, while I led us towards my door.

But now, the door was open. We both spilled in and I kicked the door closed with a hindhoof. On the floor lay several days worth of clothing, along with a fair bit of paperwork, but I was too drunk to care. And as we both stepped towards the bed, hooves wrapped around each other, I knew she didn’t care either.

“Ooh Dusk, you’re a dirty stallion,” I heard her say as we collapsed on my bed. Okay, maybe she did care- “I like dirty stallions,” she whispered before locking her muzzle to mine. My hooves took the time to drift over her withers and squeeze down on her rump. Our tongues danced in that timeless dance, a dance that brought my cock to full mast. We had flipped so that she was on her back, and she spread her hindlegs. I moaned into her mouth when I felt a sudden warmth against my cock. She broke the kiss and buried her muzzle against the side of my neck, nibbling lightly. “You like em’?” I had to see what my cock was rubbing against.

“Oh my,” The words only just managed to tumble from my mouth as I got an eyeful of her grapefruit sized teats. My hips seemed to buck all on their own as they rubbed along them. “Yes, I do.”

“Let me take off this dress, Sugar,” I ended up on my back as she picked herself up off the bed and stripped. Lemon turned around and slowly began easing her dress off of herself. Her ass was even better without fabric covering it. It jiggled and moved as she did. Moments later it was on the floor, in the pile of clothing I had created in my fits of wanting to just escape the waking world. That wasn’t an issue right now. Now I had beautiful mare in front of me, and a pleasant buzz in my skull.

“You look like a tall of glass of something sweet and fruity,” I told her as looked over her shoulder, before spreading her delicious cheeks with a hoof and lifting her tail. My cock twitched and a bead of pre exited the tip as I saw her glistening slit bathed in the yellow lamplight.
“Maybe something with a bit ‘a lemon?” I laughed at her terrible joke.

“I think I’m in the mood for some lemonade,” I said as I licked my lips. She began to back up towards the bed, I picked myself up and sat on the edge, one of my forehooves reaching out towards that glorious rump coming closer like a ship about to moor. My other leg sat on the edge and attempted to hold me up.

“Oooh, Sugar,” she moaned as I groped at her ass and pulled her butt into my face. Her flushed cheeks were pressed against my face as I lapped at her pussy experimentally. Lemon gasped and had to restrain herself jerking into my muzzle. The hint of musk and mare erupted on my tongue as I began to slowly tease over her slit. My left hoof left the bed to stroke and squeeze at her withers while my other hoof teased under her barrel and found her teats and ran the softest part of my frog over her nipples. “Sweet Celestia!” I heard Lemon moan when I brushed her clit with my tongue. “Sugar, lemme lay down,” she said after a few moments of me licking her tangy pussy and stroking her teats and ass.
I released her before she climbed bed beside me. Lemon flipped onto her back, but not before running a forehoof down my wings. My own groans filled the space for once as I picked myself up off the bed and placed myself in front of her splayed hind legs. Her teats were massive, and I instantly wanted to bury my face in them. “Sugar, please,” Lemon murmured as I brushed my muzzle on her soft mounds. I chuckled slightly as I placed my mouth on the right nipple, swirling my tongue around it for a few seconds and watching it grow hard. My hips lightly brushed against it, leaving the bed skirt just a bit sticky while I pleasured this wonderful mare.
“You taste delicious Lemon, way better than brandy,” I told her as I swapped to her left nipple. Her hindlegs locked over my neck. I couldn’t blame her, judging from the delicious mewling coming from her muzzle, I was wondering if these teats ever got any attention. I had a thought come to mind as I felt another splurt of precum coat the edges of the bed. That would leave the housekeepers scratching their manes. My hooves gently patted at her hind legs and I lifted myself to my hooves. “Oh, Lemon. Have you ever had a stallion rub his cock against your fruit?” She looked up as I raised myself up. My cock gently grinding over her mound in the meantime, feeling my medial ring run over her moist winking clit seemed to have broken her. Finally, she locked eyes with me and wrapped her legs around my back.
“Not for a long time,” Lemon replied with a smile before spreading her teats with her fore hooves. I smiled. My cock lifted up and pushed forward over her pubic mound. I felt my hips buck forward as her soft crotch fluff tickled my dripping tip. The feeling of her tits on my hard cock was indescribable as she pushed them together, leaving no room between herself and my throbbing member.
“The-those stallions are missing out then,” my words fell on deaf ears as she watched my tongue loll out of my mouth and cock twitch. Lemon just smiled as I bucked my hips against her soft tits. The feeling intensified when she bucked her hips up into mine. That extra friction was enough to have me stop as I felt my cock begin to flare. All the teasing, all the making out, and all those weeks of neglect were catching up to me. Booze or not, I was almost there.
“Come on Sugar, let it all out on me,” She said to me before tightening her grip on me even more. I didn’t think that was possible, and I moaned as I felt the first rope of cum splatter out of me. It went from her stomach all the way to her neck, I couldn’t stop myself from humping against her in my drunken haze. The next shot ended up between her tits. “You were a ‘lil pent up weren’t you?” she whispered teasingly.
“Ye-yeah,” I let out as I felt the afterglow begin to colour my perception.
“You know, I could go for a shower right about now. You wanna help clean me?” I heard Lemon say just before scooping up a bit of my cum with a hoof and tasting it. “Fruity.” She said with a wink and a smile.
“S-sure, I-I’m not paying for the water,” I managed to say as I pulled my receding cock from between her teats.
“My thoughts exactly,” she giggled as I watched the cum covered mare pick herself up and nuzzle me. My legs spun me around as I pointed to the bathroom, my mind still hazy from the booze and sex. She pulled ahead of me and draped her tail over my neck, flashing her pussy in my face once more… I swore it smelled sweeter now than it had just minutes before. Her mare juices were dripping down her beautifully curved plot and joining the mess I had made on her underside.
She opened the bathroom door with her muzzle and walked inside. With a flick of her wing the hot water began to flow from the tap above.
“Ladies first,” I told her after a few seconds of admiring her rump and marehood. Lemon just smiled and took her sweet time stepping into the tub, the water instantly soaking into her yellow coat and wings.
“Aren’t you getting in honey?” She said to me after a few seconds, her wet mane draped over her head, framing her pretty face perfectly.
“J-just admiring the view,” I told her before hopping into the tub as gracefully as my inebriated body would allow me to. I almost fell as I stepped in, but Lemon steadied me with a hoof. The warmth of the water cascading over my tired and strained form felt divine. I smiled at her as she shut the shower curtain. “I’m sure you were. Now you wanna crack open one of those cute lil’ shampoos?” Lemon asked me before sitting on her rump and starting to massage her mane. I did as she asked, picking up the bottle and squirting a generous amount onto my hoof. She turned her head to the side as I smeared it over her mane, and began to work it into her scalp.
“You have a really p-pretty mane,” I told her in between ogling her and paying attention to each individual strand of her mane. She just chuckled to herself, and eventually when I got to the conditioner, she got back up and put her hooves on my shoulder.
“Lemme get yours.” I eagerly plopped down on my rump. It was peaceful -- almost serene -- as she applied the cheap soap to my mane. I absolutely had to close my eyes and let her work. I knew from an unfortunate experience that the stuff would sting if I got it in my eyes… What I didn’t expect was to feel her lips against mine. Her hooves took hold of my shoulders and we kissed deeply, the hot water flowing over our bodies. That was an experience I had never had before, and as this pretty mare kissed me I felt the blood from my face begin to make its way down to my groin. Moments later she pulled back and turned herself around and flicked her tail up.
“Wanna get my tail honey?”
I didn’t even utter a response. I just up and grabbed the shampoo bottle and moved myself under her. My hooves started at the base of her tail, working the suds in while I enjoyed the water pounding gently against my spine and wings. I watched her marehood wink at me, and I knew that I needed to fuck her. My eyes didn’t stray from her heat as I worked my way down her tail. Water and soap drifted down her dripping hindquarters...
When I reached the end of her tail, I looked down at my member. It was hard again. As I got back to my hooves she looked at me, and under me.
“Does the stud wanna go again?” Lemon began as she flicked her drenched tail like a wet towel against my barrel. “I’d always like another filly.” My jaw dropped again, even as my cock throbbed hard enough to hit my stomach.
“Y-you’re a mom?” My mouth hung open slightly, and for a moment, I shut up. My forehooves though, had no such hesitation. I groped her hips with both hooves as she mewled at sudden stimulation.
“You don’t get hips like these without a foal or three,” She told me between her delectable gasps. I mounted her as she spoke, the tip of my shaft prodding her thigh. “Not that you seem to mind, honey.”
Her wingtips stretched back and guided the head of my shaft towards her folds, and I let out a groan as I felt the touch of her marehood against my throbbing sex. The warmth of the shower and the even hotter pony beneath me felt wonderful, and I craned my head out to nuzzle the crook of her neck. “You’re too perfect for me to care,” I told her as my nose took in the scent of the shampoo with the barest hint of her own musk.
“Oh, Sugar!” I buried the first inches of my cock inside her wet passage. Her cry echoed off the bathroom walls. It was music to my ears as I focused on hilting this wonderful mare. Finally, I felt my hips pressed against hers. My hilted cock twitched inside her slick folds. “Yes!” Lemon yelled as I felt her insides spasm around my member. I pulled back until the thickness of my medial ring left her, before slamming back into her. My warm breath hit her neck and she seemed to tremble before my eyes. I huffed as I brought my lips up to her ear.

“Y-you like that?” I growled, nipping the crook of her neck, just hard enough to get a yelp out of her. I punctuated the question with a particularly hard thrust. My cock was throbbing, beginning to flare inside of her. The thought of giving this mare another filly, or colt, maybe making her teats bare milk again, It was getting to me. No amount of alcohol, no thoughts of consequences, nothing was going to stop me from breeding her…

“Oh yes!” She responded with a squeal as the sound of my hips slamming into hers began to drown out the noise of the water pouring down around us. “Breed me,” Lemon finished, her voice husky and pleading. My cock flared out, and my thrusts began to lose all rhythm. Over and over, moan after moan, I pushed the both of us to the edge. I looked up to see that she was bracing herself against the back wall with a forehoof.

“Yes Ma’am,” I groaned before grabbing her right ear in my teeth. I let out a feral whinny as I felt my cock pulse, the first shot of cum pushed out and coated her inner walls with my seed. My hips didn’t stop though, they continued to push in and and out her sharply and as quickly as my tired muscles would allow.

“Oh honey!” Her cries filled the steamy room as her clit winked out against me. Her entire body locked up and I felt her legs tremble while her ear attempted to flick in my mouth as my orgasm began to die down. Finally, my forelegs left her shoulders and I stumbled my way off her twitching form. I could feel my own legs tremble a bit as I sat on my rump and watched my cum drip out her convulsing marehood and swirl into the drain below. . Eventually, Lemon turned herself around and plopped down before me.

“Now we use the conditioner,” she said with a silly, satisfied smile plastered to her muzzle.

---===*===---

After an hour of whispered conversation and drinking whatever I had in my fridge, we were laying in my bed. Both of us were exhausted, but fulfilled in a way that I had never expected to be when I walked into that bar. Her feathered wings were folded up on her back, and my foreleg was curled over her body as I heard her gentle breathing. In some oddway, I knew that I may have just started a family. No, she already had one. I may have just joined one. Somehow that was better. My eyes shut, and the dark was welcome.. All of it could wait For now, I was one happy stallion.

Author's Note

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