Cherry Ripe For the Picking
I’d been working at Cherry Hill Ranch for almost two months now, and I’d earned the night out at the saloon I’d taken. The job was a temporary thing; extra work for the summer to rake in a few more bits. It’d cover a trip to Rainbow Falls Traders’ Fair I had coming up, and make life back in Manehattan a little more comfortable too.
My paycheck after the seasons’ work had been a cause for celebration. I’d worked hard and the figures on the slip of paper under my name - Forked Branches - reflected the work I’d done on the ranch helping pick, sort and pack cherries from the orchards. Full of pride and flushed with success, I’d trotted eagerly into Dodge Junction at the start of the evening and spent some of my hard-earned bits in the saloon, spending a good few hours cultivating a warm glow that hummed through my veins, courtesy of local cherry-flavoured and infused twists on alcoholic drinks. As the saloon had closed for the night, I’d bumbled my way back out of town and toward the ranch, the buzz of alcohol through my system leaving me in eager high spirits.
Of course, along with the pleasant fog of drunkenness, the other inevitable outcome was the rising heat of lust. The warmth of blood singing through my body had settled between my hind legs, leaving me with a burning hunger for some feminine companionship - or, to put it more bluntly, I wanted to fuck somepony hard, long, and in as many ways as I could manage.
The ranch was quiet at this time of night, and especially so now that the work was mostly done. I still had lodgings for another night or two, but the majority of other workers had already packed up and left, leaving the ranch mostly quiet and still, especially this late at night. And having trotted all the way back from the center of the town, I didn’t feel much like turning around and hoofing all the way back. The stirring in my crotch was getting hard to push off to one side, and the lust, combined with the reduced inhibitions of my alcohol-loaded mind made me want to do something about it.
The sleeping quarters for seasonal workers were quite comfortable, clean and pleasant… but they were dormitory-style communal quarters. While I’d had more than one night of trying to shut out the sound of other stallions ‘taking care of business’, I didn’t have any desire to make my business a communal event. I had more than one reason for keeping it to myself - by necessity, if not choice, anyway. While I’d like to go and share my need with the mares in their dorm, I doubt they’d be quite as keen for a burly unicorn stallion with a hunger to screw to barge in.
I ambled away from the main road through the Ranch and down one of the side alleys between a shed and another outbuilding. I hadn’t seen anypony since coming back to the ranch, but I didn’t want to either. Sneaking quietly wasn’t something I particularly had a talent for, or found easy. After all, I wasn’t a small pony. Mom had been an Earth Pony, and Dad a Unicorn. While Dad hadn’t been a small pony himself, Mom’s usual refrain had been ‘they grow ‘em big in Mustangia”, if anypony had commented on how she towered over my dad. For me, it meant I’d ended up a burly, sturdy unicorn. And that wasn’t counting my own individual ‘quirks’ that had come about after an accident during Mom’s pregnancy due to some magical mix-ups and a jinx or two. They were why I wanted my own privacy, in part.
I had an idea where I was heading as my thoughts rambled. There was a clearing near the edge of the orchards. It was quiet, nestled between trees and with a mossy floor, and off the beaten path. I’d been there more than once to catch a moment of solitude and rest, and it had been quiet every time, tucked away as it was from the main ranch and the rest of the working orchards and buildings.
I trotted along the winding, narrow path, minding my hooves to avoid tripping over roots from the bushes and trees nearby. I rounded a corner, and paused.
The fuzzy haze still clouded my senses, though it had receded a little, and my thoughts were less random and wandering than they had been, but still comfortably clouded. I tried to tread lightly on my hooves, but my natural clumsiness and the added inebriation made me about as elegant and agile as a dancing hippopotamus. Despite that, my senses were acute and alert. My ears twitched, and my eyes searched the gloom.
The glow of a lamp came from ahead, and I crept forward a few more steps, carefully planting each hoof. Who’d found my sanctuary?
I lowered myself closer to the ground, moss and blades of springy grass tickling the underside of my barrel and stomach, as well as being far too noticeable against my bulging sheath and sack. My nose twitched as I lurked closer, and as my ears twiddled and pricked,I heard sounds from the clearing; sounds only a pony could make. I heard soft moaning breaths and a sharp sigh and the soft thumps of hooves against the mossy woodland floor.
My heart thumped with a thrill of excitement and fear as the base instinctual part of my mind picked out those sounds: the sounds of a mare in the throes of passion. With a tentative hoof, I brushed aside the fronds of foliage blocking my sight and peeked into the clearing. My breath hitched in my throat and my eyes virtually bulged out of my skull as I took in the sight before me.
There were a good few mares on the ranch, and many of them were pretty or interesting. But the one that had caught my attention on the few occasions I’d seen her was now right in front of me. None other than the head of Cherry Hill Ranch herself, Ms Cherry Jubilee.
She was an Earth Pony mare, older than me by a few years. But that maturity had made her more attractive to me. She carried herself with a kind of confidence, authority and assurance that couldn’t help but heighten her allure. As an Earth pony she had a sturdy frame that had soft, supple curves to it. On another pony her extra weight might have looked bad, but she wore it well, giving her a sensuousness that was natural and subtle. On top of this, her two-toned red and scarlet mane and tail and her creamy-tan coat combined well with her voluptuousness and the smoky, smouldering look of her deep-green eyes and thick eyelashes. The beauty spot on the left of her muzzle added a point of interest and unique character to her features as well. She was a gorgeous lady to me, a belle with class and effortless sexuality.
All of those were things I’d noticed before about the ranch boss, and had occupied my idle thoughts and sultry dreams more than once, and I’d stolen long looks at her while in the orchards as she’d trotted back and forth, supervising work and cheering up the ponies at work with kind or good-humoured words of encouragement and praise in her
Right now though, my eyes were drawn to those features and more, because from where I peeked from the bushes, already full of lust and longing, I saw the mare I’d been fantasising about in a way I’d doubted I’d ever see in reality.
Cherry Jubilee was laid on her side, back turned partly toward me. Her tail was flagged aside, like a carpet of glorious scarlet velvet laid alongside her. One strong and supple hind leg was raised in the air, stretched above her, leaving everything exposed to my view. And it really was everything.
From the velvet spread of her tail, my eyes hungrily followed to her dock, and from there the plump, plush curve of her rump. The cherries of her cutie mark gleamed upon it in the light from a nearby lamp. But it was what lay beneath that quickened my heart, and sent blood pounding to my nethers, as I lay my eyes on hers. Her colour darkened to a deeper, near brown from the light tan of her coat around the slick skin of her sex as her forehoof worked against it circling and pressing, in time with her soft gasps of breath and shivers through her plump frame. Her hoof pressed harder with each motion, parting the plump lips of her sex, the rich pinkness of her insides glimpsed as she worked her hoof against her slick and juicy pussy. I could feel my body start to react to the sight, sound, and smell of the lewd and unfettered display before me.
My eyes roamed further, eager to take in more of the voluptuous ranch managers’ body while it was there for me to see, and once again my breath hitched in my throat at the display of raw sexuality. Where I had expected to fall upon the simple and sexy puffy pucker of a well-kept butt, I found that same object of my adulation and fantasy spread and filled. Not to a small degree either.
I felt the drool of lust and desire fill my muzzle, and a tremble run through me as I locked my big blue eyes on the sight of Cherry’s ponut, filled to the brim with not one, but two gleaming black plugs, jostling side by side.
I stuffed my hoof into my muzzle to stifle a groan as I felt my body shiver at the sight, and as my blood pumped southwards. I tore my eyes away and glanced down the length of my own body, knowing what I’d see.
As I’d mentioned, my body had more than a couple of ‘quirks’ of its own, courtesy of my unusual gestation. Mom had been affected by some wayward magic on account of a rogue unicorn sorcerer when she was pregnant with me, and it had resulted in a couple of… changes… to my body.
Nothing that affected my health none, but it sure made me stand out in certain situations, and I’d been self-conscious as heck about it when I was a younger colt. Once I got over it a bit though, I realised it made me a little more popular with some of the more adventurous ladies. And that I wasn’t the only pony in Equestria - or beyond - with a few ‘quirks’ of my own.
For me though, my peculiarities had their own effects. When the mood came over me to buck something, it was hard to shake. It set wheels spinning that were hard to stop, not least on account of the fact that I’d been saddled with - or blessed with, depending - on a second prick residing in my sheath, underneath where most stallions would have one. It was as big, and as functional, as the other was. And neither of them were small, especially on a stallion as big as I was anyway.
Added to that I went off like a firehose, and for near as long and heavy, and, well… it explained why I usually tried to find somewhere a bit more quiet and peaceful to take care of my ‘business’ when it came up. A fella doesn’t want to carry a reputation around, along with whatever other personal baggage he has.
It didn’t hinder me too much though; I wasn’t a bad-looking stallion, I knew that enough. I was big, strong, muscular enough and I guess I was kind enough. My dark chestnut coat and light butterscotch paint-markings were a good contrast with my dark red mane and tail. Mares gave me a second look a good few times… but I learned well enough to be a good gentlecolt and to be humble.
Even when I did want to bang the heck out of a cute or sexy mare I saw.
And right now, I wanted to rut Cherry Jubilee more than anything.
All of that though had become a dull buzz in the back of my mind, hushed and swept aside by the leering, hungry voice of my lust as it watched the plump and kinky mare in front of me working at her own body.
The twin plugs in her rump quivered as her muscles clenched around them, and her forehoof pressed and curled against the opening of her pussy, spreading it wider as she urged more of her limb into herself. Incredibly and inexorably, she was beginning to press her hoof into herself whole, something that sent blood surging to my twin members as they pulsed beneath my belly, their heat tingling against my coat. The red-headed ranch owner gave a low and throaty moan and a soft grunting gasp as she rolled onto her belly. To my dismay, her hoof retreated from her plump, puffy vulva with a soft slippery sound of flesh, and she raised herself onto quivering hooves. I leaned forward a little further, my excitement and desire overriding my awareness of being hidden as I was eager to get a better view of the show taking place in front of me. Cherry Jubilee propped her hind legs up, her rump standing up while her front half stayed low to the ground. Her hoof once again circled her slick, puffy sex. The tip of it teased and pressed against her opening, again spreading her lips to show the pinkness inside. I saw her face beyond, cheek pressed to the ground and her eyes screwed tight closed in an expression between frustration and elation. A soft hiss of pleasure that turned into a gasp escaped her pouting, parted lips. My eyes grew wide and I made a strangled whimper as I looked on. The hiss of flowing liquid reached my ears, followed by the patter of drops hitting the ground. I looked on with a sense of fascination and hungry curiosity as the full-bodied mare, her scarlet tail flagged high as she let loose and pissed openly and freely. And all the while, as she let flow, her forehoof caressed her sex hungrily and eagerly and with growing need.
My own hunger grew as I watched. In my own mind and isolated fantasising and daydreaming, the act of pissing; of passing water and sharing it in a sexual way was something I’d found arousing a flame in me, especially as my imagination took hold of the idea and elaborated on it further.
But being exposed to something normally so private and guarded like this, and that the voluptuous older mare was clearly into it so much herself stoked that flame into a blaze. My twinned lengths pulsed and bobbed under my stomach, bouncing against my hard stomach with my growing, burning, desire. My lust overrode my brains, and my caution, and I leaned further forward. It was my first, and last mistake. Overbalancing, I only realised at the last moment, as I pitched forward, my hoof catching on a looped root. I toppled through my formerly co-operative bush of hiding, and with a rustling crash of branches, thudded to the floor in an inglorious heap. Laid splayed on my back, there was little to fall back on to explain myself being there either. Despite the tumble, my lust hadn’t abated instantly, and the paired mottled black-and-pink lengths of my cocks were on full display, twitching with each beat of my heart.
Cherry gave a whinny of alarm, and - not surprisingly - her eyes shot wide open, and she immediately whirled around, standing back up onto all four hooves. Shock and alarm registered in her big green eyes, as they fell upon me, and across my body. They widened slightly and a flush coloured her cheeks, her lips parted slightly as her eyes came to rest on the sight of my dual, over-large endowments.
Despite this, her face quickly assumed a stern expression, though that blush remained in her cheeks as she stood in a more formal and assertive stance. The smell of sex lingered despite her anger, coiling through my senses even as I rolled onto my belly and stood up under her withering, hard eye.
“I-” I began, and the ranch boss cut me off with a steel-eyed look.
“Ah’ll decide when you do the talkin’,” she affirmed with a cool, stern tone. The normally welcoming and warm twang to her voice now made her sound like a disapproving schoolmarm, and despite my impressive size, I felt like a colt and hung my head.
Cherry Jubilee, despite being somewhat smaller than I, stepped to right in front of me and squared up, her jade eyes boring into me. “Now don’t think ah don’t know who you are, Mister Forked Branches,” she said with assurance as she slowly began to trot around me. Her voice still sounded sexy to me as she spoke, the lilt of her accent and its’ cadence sweet to me, and I slowly raised my head, standing straight as she slowly paced around me.
“I know you’re a good worker, and that you’ve been doin’ a fine job these past weeks. I ain’t had no complaints about you so far… which is why ah’m surprised to find such a good example of a stallion creepin’ around at night and actin’ like a voyeur”.
My heart thudded in my chest. I felt like it was surely loud enough that Cherry could hear each beat. Why I had even thought this was a good idea to begin with? What was I expecting to have come out of sneaking around and leering over a mare busy with herself. That she’d invite me to join in? Such things didn’t happen in real life. Instead, I’d ruined my reputation, and I’d be the basis of a dozen rumours and-
I halted and my heart skipped a beat as I felt her breath on my coat, along my side. She’d moved much closer to me, and I could feel the gorgeous older mares’ warmth close to me.
“M’am, what-” I began, and she shushed me with a soft hiss of her breath, as I felt the frog of her hoof lightly paw at my cutie mark, the forked tree-branch that sat on my sturdy, muscular flank.
“You’re a big, strong stallion, Mister Branches. And while you’re no supermodel, you sure are easy enough on the eyes. Surely all this sneaking around isn’t because you can’t find a mare of your own? And instead you have to resort to watchin’ mares takin’ care of their own business to get a kick?”
“I-I, uh, that is -” I blathered, trying to find the words as they tumbled from my muzzle, the heat of shame from my cheeks seeming to cloud my brain as much as Cherry’s soft touch, more a caress, travelled down my left flank, following the contour of my leg around to my rump. A muscle twitched and she gave a soft murmuring chuckle before swatting it. I yelped gently and she chuckled further.
“Surely there’s nothin’ wrong with you,” she said quietly. “I sure ain’t seen nothin’ that is,” she said in a voice that grew more husky with each word.
“I have a few… unusual… qualities,” I blurted. “I’m a bit nervous about them. It puts mares off sometimes. I... “ I hung my head again and shook it. “And sometimes it makes me forget myself, lets my common sense get lost. I was only watching you because I was shy, and because my dick - dicks - got the better of my brains,” I admitted in a flat tone.
Her response was a nicker as she circled around me, giving a brief look to my face. My eyes met hers before darting away, despite the curious and nearly amused expression in those big, beautiful green eyes and the pensive quirk of her lips, only added to by the dark beauty spot to one side of her muzzle.
I shifted on my hooves, not sure what to do as she continued to slowly step around me, like some predator circling its’ prey. Was I in trouble? Was this some kind of elaborate game? I didn’t know, but I didn’t want to just run away and leave things on a bad and dubious note.
My train of thought was derailed as I felt her brush against my body. With a spark of surprise I felt soft breath tickle at my sheath. The spark of my lust stirred back to life at the sensation from Cherry’s muzzle against me. My breath hitched in my throat and I made a soft whinny of curiosity, shifting my hooves on the spot, my tail swishing.
“Wh-what-”
“Hush now,” she said softly. “Technically, you still work for me, and I have an employee evaluation to take care of”.
I stuttered, but the words turned to a hiss of breath as her soft and supple lips touched against my sheath. An electric shiver ran through my sturdy, strong body and I groaned softly as Cherry Jubilee’s soft lips and nimble tongue explored my body. Kisses and licks worked their way along my sheath, moving onto the rapidly stiffening flesh of my uppermost cock. I could feel her hot breaths intimately upon the mottled pink-and-black flesh of my length, coupled with lingering kisses, and caresses of her tongue. A groan escaped my lips and I could feel sparks dance along my tapering horn as her hoof joined her muzzle. The velvet softness of her frog smoothed along the lower of my two members, exploring the swelling ridges of my veins and the stiffening, thickening flesh. The soft pad of skin that formed the bottom of her hoof circled my medial ring, while her lips pressed against the same on my upper length. Both moved along my lengths, and I shuddered, wobbling lightly on my hooves with the waves of pleasure coursing through my body. I arched my neck skyward and whinnied as her lips kissed against the blunt tip of my uppermost cock, while her hoof caressed the tip of my lower one, circling it in smooth caresses, back and forth.
I knew that my lengths were considerably more than ‘average’ for any stallion or mare, and their girth was the same. Most would be glad to have even one of their size, let alone two. That Cherry was kissing and suckling at the tip of one was pleasure enough, and much more than I’d imagined or expected. My surprise grew when she opened her muzzle, and I felt soft, wet warmth encompass the head of my uppermost prick. The Earth pony mare had stretched her jaw as wide as she could, and engulfed the end of my length in her muzzle. Slowly, she took the first span of inches into her warm, eager mouth. There was a soft vibration as she moaned around the girth and bulk of my cock filling her muzzle and bobbed slowly and carefully back and forth, a little deeper with each movement. I could feel her mane brush against my stomach and barrel as she moved and my lengths throbbed with need and hunger. She took me almost as far as the medial ring, before gulping and gasping for breath and backing off of me. I shuddered and gave a gasping hiss of pleasure, feeling pre-cum leaking and oozing from my tip with the bobbing pulses of my turgid flesh as the curvaceous ranch boss took in breaths.
“Nothin’ wrong down there,” she affirmed in a voice thick with excitement and lust. “Quite the opposite, sugar pie,” she added and a nicker of pleasure, leaning up to nibble along my jawline and down the side of my neck. I shivered and felt a smile creep onto my muzzle, along with a sense of relief; she’d been toying with me, playing my anxiety and fear at the situation. Her hot breath tickled near my ear, and it flicked as she whispered with a giggle in her voice. “Sweet Celestia, your mommy and daddy shoulda called ya ‘Forked Tree Trunks’, not Forked Branches with that wood y’all are carrying”. She licked my cheek and I nickered with excitement and surprise.
Whatever had happened, now she was game as much as I had been to begin with. I turned my head to return the gesture and a few smooth words of my own, but she met my muzzle with a soft, but firm forehoof. “Ah-ah,” she chided with a sly smirk. “I’m still the boss here, stud,” she affirmed. “You stay where you are awhile longer now. I’ll let you know when you can move”.
“But,” I began. “You’ve already-” She hushed me with a flick of her tail against my nose, before looking over her shoulder with a wry smile and a smouldering look in her big green eyes. They met mine, before moving further aside, my gaze shifting to her big, plump hindquarters. Her scarlet tail flagged, giving me a closer view of her exquisite, proudly protruding ponut stretched around its’ contents, and the thick, darkened lips of her pussy beneath, the hint of pinkness within glimpsed. The paired black vinyl bases of the paired buttplugs still within her ass shifted as she worked her internal muscles, reminding me bluntly - and hungrily - of her own adventurous lust and desire, followed shortly by her forehoof appearing from below and between her hind legs, reaching past a pair of plump, hanging teats to caress her sex, parting the damp and glistening folds of her sex. I could smell the intoxicating aroma of her desire again, the musky, bittersweet scent of a mares’ arousal, and as my eyes were glued to the display, I could feel my mouth watering with desire. She gave soft, short moans and high gasps as her hoof caressed her own body, the softness of her frog pressed against her own supple flesh rather than my own. Her vulva winked at me, and then parted farther under her own pressure, revealing more of that bright, electric pink of her insides.
My eyes flicked back to her own, which were closed tight, a look between concentration and pleasure on her face, before she gave a soft grunt. My eyes flicked back to the show, and I followed a small dribble of her urine from her slit, flowing down the contours and folds of her sex, along her forehoof and fetlock, to patter on the ground before it stopped. The heady, charged smell of it flared my nostrils and I nickered in hunger and lust, my cocks stiffening and thickening further, slapping against my belly as they bobbed. I felt my sack tighten, and my burgundy-red tail swished.
Cherry Jubilee grinned at me with half-lidded eyes, turning back to face me, before offering that same hoof up to my muzzle. I met her eyes as I leaned forward, my thick tongue slowly caressing the offered appendage and sliding through the short, soft hairs of her cream-coloured coat. The tastes of her arousal and her pee combined on my tongue; a bittersweet, powerful melange of flavours. But it wasn’t about taste or flavour, it was what it represented, the intimacy of her body shared with me. The lust and lewdness of it, given to me. A hungry, forceful snort escaped my muzzle and I took a half-step forward, tossing my mane, and with burning lust and passion in my eyes. She raised her muzzle to mine and kissed my lips, deep and hungry. I returned the gesture, pressing back against the older mares’ kiss. My tongue sought out hers, sharing the flavour of her lust with her, and she moaned into my muzzle as I did so, before pulling away. Again, she steadied me with a hoof, holding me back and I did as I was bade to do, remaining standing, despite my longing to do more. Once again, the mare circled me, this time pressing herself against me, rubbing her side against my own. I pressed my chestnut-and-butterscotch coat against her lighter cream-coloured body, languishing in the contact, nose to tail alongside her. She rubbed against my side, and I did the same, both of us nickering softly with the motion and the pleasure of the contact.
I felt warm breath caress my cutie mark followed by her softer lips kissing gently against my coat. My tail twitched and flicked with the sensation and I hissed a soft breath of pleasure, my eyes closing as she kissed along my flank, body still leaned into my own. The softness of her frog caressed along the length of my thigh, following the curve of it inward and to the still-hard, still-swollen flesh of my sheath and its’ occupants, circling the bases of my lengths.
I was so enraptured by the sensations coursing through me, the heady smell of pheromones and sex in the air and the buzz of my drunkenness, that it was a shock to me as hot breath tickled my tailhole. I gave a start, opening my muzzle to speak, but the words turned into a whinny as the soft wash of breath across the sensitive dark-coloured flesh of my ass was replaced with the softer, wetter caress of her tongue. I fidgeted, shifting on my hooves and groaning as the wide, flat, muscle of her tongue circled my ponut, and tickled at its’ opening.
It didn’t feel bad; not at all. It was just… unexpected, and different. Nerves fired off with tingly shivers as the ranch-boss teased and explored me in ways I hadn’t thought of myself, or expected to enjoy.
It was too much to bear without anything in kind, or to idly sit by and enjoy for me. I turned my head, greeted with the view of her tail flagged high. Her slick, wet vulva winked at me, the puffy dark-brown lips looking plump and inviting below her gloriously stretched and stuffed asshole. I wanted to stretch my neck that much more, to press my muzzle and nose against the delicious sight, to kiss and lick and more. I groaned and my eyes rolled as I felt Cherry’s tongue probe into the pucker of my hole. I pawed the ground with a forehoof impatiently, straining my neck towards the Earth pony mares’ rump.
Luckily, being a unicorn, I had other options. My horn lit with a blue glow and the familiar musical chime. I applied my magic, the telekinetic aura shimmering around her sex. I pressed, probed and caressed with my telekinesis, parting the plump labia, and caressing her internal flesh, the electric pink soft and supple under the caress of my magic. I could see how slick and wet she was, but my magic couldn’t feel it, nor could I taste it. All the same, I pressed more firmly, my aura massaging and probing deeper into her, spreading her wider. Cherry’s tongue pulled from my rump with a moan escaping her lips and her body shuddering against my own.
“Muh-mistah Branches,” she moaned. “Ah think maybe we ought to move things along,” she hissed, turning around and nuzzling deep against my neck. The musk of her arousal was strong in the air, and coupled with my own already heightened state I was powerless to resist. I pressed myself against her in return, nuzzling and caressing her, pressing my body to hers to bathe in her scent and the feel of her. She placed soft, warm kisses against my neck and the bottom of my jaw, soft nickers and murmurs coming from her muzzle. I followed suit, nickering softly. I lowered my head, my heavy-lidded, lust filled gaze meeting her own. I could smell my own scent on her lips, but I didn’t care; I wanted her too much in that moment and my lips pressed against hers and our tongues met, swirling and pressing as our tastes mingled with them. We parted with a gasp, eyes heavy-lidded and glazed with hungry lust and longing. Cherry pushed against me, nuzzling under my chin and down my neck, turning her body as she did, our bodies meshing together and pressing alongside one another, nuzzling close and luxuriating in the feel of flesh against flesh, the softness of her coat against mine.
Her Earth Pony body was firm and strong beneath the softness of her coat, the contrast of it with her plump, soft curves irresistibly alluring. Our movements brought us into line with one another, me sliding back as she ground forward. I kissed and nuzzled down her side, nosing into the glorious plumpness of her belly with a hungry lust. A low rumbling moan of sheer want rose from deep in my chest as I pressed my lips and tongue against that pliant, plush flesh. A soft whinnying nicker of pleasure curled up from Cherries’ lips as she looked back and down at me, eyes half-lidded and heavy and a slight smile on her panting muzzle at my interest in her glorious curves. I nosed further back, against the curve of her haunch, and kissed at her cutie mark, licking them gently with the tip of my tongue as if they were real cherries, as sweet as the mare in front of me.
As I kissed her flank my left forehoof came up; I wanted to touch more of her, feel more of her, and I’d managed to restrain myself this long, stoking the embers inside me and Cherry Jubilee into a blazing fire. It was stoked into an inferno as my muzzle moved back along her flank, closer to the burning heat I could feel radiating off of her sex, and the heady scent of her arousal. Pheromones sung their sweet song to the animal part of my brain, pushing aside all of the other thoughts. My lips and hoof curled around the inner curve of her flank, rounding the plush curve of her rump. Her dock twitched, wafting her scent into a haze around my muzzle as I got a much closer and more intimate view of her beautiful sex and her glorious ass. The thick lips of her vagina were shiny-slick with her lust, and twitched into a wink as I looked on them, and my hot breath tickled the light brown of her outer flesh. Above the delight of her eager pussy was the equally alluring sight of her ass. Normally it would be a protruding, plump nub of flesh with a pucker at its’ center. At this moment, thanks to the luscious ranch managers’ wild and unbridled desires, however, it was a thick, muscular ring, stretched wide around the pair of black rubber buttplugs.
The mingled scents of her desire were woven together with the sharper tang of her piss, still lingering on her lower lips, and the tastes of both still on my own lips from her hoof. Again, a low rumbling throb of desire echoed up from deep in my chest and I pressed my muzzle forward, lips tracing the velvety softness of her pussy. My lips kissed against her vertical ones, moving against her softness. My tongue gently pressed out, the tip lapping against the velvet, smooth softness. As her taste flooded my muzzle, I groaned at the taste of her, salt and sweet at once. Spurred on by the warmth of her surrounding my muzzle, her plush rump cheeks nestled against my face, the smell of her desire flooding my nose, and the slick-velvet warmth of her intimate flesh under my tongue and lips. The moans and gasps escaping Cherries’ mouth, and the way she was pressing back toward my motions only made my own pleasure climb in turn. My hoof moved from massaging her cutie marks around the curve of her flank to beneath, the softer frog of my hoof pressing against the plumpness of her teats, massaging them back and forth. The edge of my frog against the wall of my hoof found the firmness of an erect nipple, and I rubbed back and forth against the hard, rubbery nub of flesh. She moaned deeply and shivered, a rasping breath drawn in. Her pussy flexed and twitched as my tongue curled deeper into her folds, her muscles aquiver and a shudder passing through her body as a another trickle of her sweetness flowed into my muzzle.
“Sugah,” she rasped back to me. “Y’all are sure the best buck I had in a right long time, and probably longer’n ah can remember. But y’all need to mount me an’ I mean right now, and rut the brains an’ everything outta me ‘afore I go more crazy than I am”.
I let out a rumbling raspy breath of my own, her words only making me want her more than I did, if that were possible at that moment.
“My pleasure,” I said back, my voice taut and confident with the flames of lust behind it. I planted a sweet kiss on the head of her clit as it appeared with another stuttering wink of her pussy, a shiver running through her as I did. “Although, you might want to be a little more comfortable first, Cherry…” I said in a lingering tone.
I lifted my muzzle to the stretched ring of her ponut. My tongue traced the stretched ring of muscle, and it fluttered under the touch of my broad, flat equine tongue. She gave a squealing snort of pleasure and I flared my magic. The aura of my telekinesis surrounded the plugs, one by one and gently coaxed them free, kissing around her ring as they popped free, each accompanied by a shudder and a moaning gasp from the curvaceous and plentiful Earth pony mare.
Vacant of it’s well-packed occupants, her hole twitched, gaping wide a moment. Taking the initiative, I pressed my lips over it entire, massaging the protruding pouty pucker of pony pulchritude with gentle nummel-nummels of my lips. My tongue stretched out, and I rolled and curved it, french-kissing her delicious asshole and savouring the earthy, homey taste of her rump. In return she arched her back, shook her hips and groaned obscenities of pleasure, her breath drawn sharp and shallow as she crammed her plump hindquarters back against my muzzle.
Short of breath and feeling my own blazing need trip over into thoughtless want, I drew my head back. A thin line of drool connected muzzle-to-butthole before my movements shook it away. As I stepped back, instinct overtook us both. She kneeled on her front legs, looking back over her withers at me with a smouldering look on her beautifully rounded face. It glowed in the firelight, the shadows only adding to the sultry look in her heavy-lidded eyes and the lips-parted look of anticipation. Her mane, normally up in its’ elegant, bouffant style was loosed and untamed from our amorous workout. Strands hung down, scarlet lines against her butterscotch hide. She looked knockout, smoking, drop-dead desirable to me, and the look in her eyes toward me, the look of want toward me, was the invitation I needed.
My desire hadn’t completely blotted out my senses, however, and I was glad for that one aspect left as I lit my horn and cast a simple spell, learned during teenage years of misadventures with my unusual body. Its’ haze coiled around her in the air, weaving ribbons of magic coloured with my aura, before glowing briefly brighter and disappearing into motes of light that sank into the ground and Cherries’ body.
“What was that?” she said with a slight rise of suspicion and doubt in her voice, though the burning lust hadn’t abandoned her, and she didn’t change position, other than to look up and around her.
“Just something that’ll help you, uh…” I twirled a forehoof sheepishly in the air and flicked an ear backward as I met her eyes. “...Accommodate me,” I explained. She returned the smile with a wicked, wolfish grin; hungry enough to throw me off balance for a moment, before I regained my own grin and placed my forehooves either side of her withers. I leaned down and kissed the tip of her muzzle, eliciting a throaty chuckle and a nip at my neck before I drew back, nibbling on the tips of her ears, and then a nip to the side of her neck as I drew back on my haunches. My forehoofs took hold around her own haunches as I lined myself up.
My lengths, by now swollen and hard as iron rods, bobbed with each beat of my heart. I knew them off by heart, they were a part of me after all, however big and however often I felt either embarrassed, disgusted or proud of them in turn. Each nearly as thick as one of my legs around and not far from being as long. The mottled black-and-tan lengths quivered, and thin globs of precum oozed from the flat tip of each. My own sweat and the lingering traces of Cherries’ saliva coated them, leaving them to gleam slightly in the firelight before I twitched my hips, breath hitching in my throat as I looked down, my eyes near glazed with hungry anticipation.
I lined myself up and pushed gently but firmly forward. The tip of my uppermost cock butted against the velvet slickness of her slit. Despite the hoof-sized thickness of the blunt head of my prick, her flesh began to part against the pressure as I eased myself into her. I closed my eyes and gave a nickering moan of pleasure as I felt her warmth slowly engulf the turgid flesh of my cock.
Pulsing, warm softness surrounded my length, like a glove of living velvet silk around me, slowly rolling down my length with my constant, gentle pressure insistently driving it into her. It was a glove near more snug than any you could imagine.
“Sweet Celestia and Luna fucking on the throne, you’re so big,” she hissed through a clenched muzzle as my medial ring pressed against the mouth of her pussy. I paused and drew back, before grunting and pressing forward again in reply to her oath. The ridge of engorged flesh pushed past the plumpness of her labia, slick as it was with her own need, and the rest of my length ground deep into the sexy ranch owner.
She moaned as I butted against her innermost depths, grinding and gritting her teeth in frustration, making small whining noises at the last inches of me left outside of her. She huffed and groaned and I whinnied in frustration in reply, the last inches of me still achingly outside of her and the blunt head of my length kissed up against the firm barrier inside of her. She wriggled and twisted, trying to find an angle as I ground against her.
A forehoof reached back along the plumpness of her belly, feeling it tightened by the pole of my cock nestled inside her. The size of it within her left a slight bulging outline against her butterscotch coat, and she marvelled at the sight, her hoof circling it and rubbing against its’ twin. The lower of my lengths twitched at the caress, slapping lightly against her belly. She giggled softly, in a breathy whisper. “It’s like I’ve got one of my own,” she said with a murmur, jacking it back and forth with her hoof as it pressed against her coat. I shuddered in reply; both my lengths getting attention at once was rare enough that it gave me a thrill. Especially when a mare took the initiative. On her next stroke back against me, I pulled my hips back, and thrust forward in time with her motions. She gasped sharply at the sudden movement, stretched taut as she was around me. I grunted as I built up a rhythm, building speed in time with her quickening movements, and bottoming out to batter against her cervix with each hefty thrust of my powerful, taut hindquarters against her plump, cushy rump. Her pace grew as mine did, and I assumed the classic position of a stallion at work, my forehooves to either side of her withers, back hooves dug into the ground as I grunted and flexed powerful muscles in my hips.
With each thrust, I could feel that velvet glove, tugged tight around my thick and eager length, flex and shudder. The warm wetness of it caressed the flaring head of my cock and the length of it with each thrust, like a full-length massage for my dick as I bucked my hips against Cherry Jubilees’ luscious and inviting softness.
Her breath grew into a rasping, flushed pant and her hoof slid and jittered along my shaft pressed against the outside of her belly as I pushed onward, my pace growing faster with each shuddering thrust. I leaned down as I flexed and quivered against her, feeling heat in my body pooling into the area between my thighs as I bucked at her. I nuzzled the side of her neck, my hot and heavy breaths clouding around us both.
“Inside?” I hissed softly in her ear. “Because you feel so good inside, Cherry,” I whispered softly to her, nibbling her ear and earning a flick of it and a panted hot breath against the side of my muzzle with fluttering kisses in reply. “Don’t blow it all yet,” she purred in a sultry voice in my ear. “There’s more I want to do with you, Forked,” she moaned with a shallow breath, body trembling and shuddering. Her hoof abandoned its’ work at my cock, instead coming up to press against the other side of my muzzle and caress me.
It took effort, and not a small amount of it, to slow my pumping hips and stop, climbing back down from close to my peak by only the temptation and promise of more to follow. I rested my length within her, shifting my trembling hips from side to side slightly, exploring the feel of her around me and earning another soft whinny of pleasure from the mare as I did.
Cherry crawled forward beneath me, and with a shivering gasp, pulled herself off of my length. She looked back along herself in fascination as she did, watching the bulge inside of her belly withdraw. With a shiver of my own, I found my prick in the cool night air again. It was a change I wasn’t enthralled with, and I tossed my head, a gently whicker escaping my muzzle as I cocked my head at her. A forehoof pawed the ground, and she gave another lascivious grin.
“Now, now, sugar,” she crooned gently, pressing herself up against me and kissing my throat and chest. “With all the toys in your toybox, playin’ just one game would be a waste,” she murmured softly. “An’ I know just what game I wanna play,” she purred softly in that sultry tone she had. She rolled onto her side, looking up at me with a grin that reached to her eyes and I returned it with hungry glee as I leant down and kissed her firm on the muzzle.
Again, our tongues intertwined and she savoured the taste of herself on me with a moan and a shiver. Her forehooves wrapped around my neck and she tugged me down to the ground beside and in front of her. Our eyes met, and I could see the blaze in hers, and feel it reflected in my own. She kept a wicked smile on her muzzle, and chewed her lip briefly, before leaning forward and stealing another long, hungry kiss that drew out into her biting my lower lip and pulling it out, before pushing me onto my back. I laughed as she did, a thrill of excitement and joy that rumbled out of my chest. She chuckled softly and in a throaty murmur that kept the flame in my loins burning. The tip of her tongue poked between her lips and she booped me on the nose with one forehoof as she slid atop me, straddling me between her powerful, thick thighs. She looked down at me with an expression like a cat that had got the cream, eyes sparkling with excitement and desire, lips parted in a hungry, thrilled and gleeful grin.
Her wide hips wiggled to either side of my own, and I could feel the heat of her pussy as she ground against me. I ran my forehooves up her curvy thighs, following their lush, lovely lines to her hips and lightly circling them on the plumpness of her stomach. She pressed hers atop them, before she gave a low throaty nicker once more. Her hooves reached back and rested on both my lengths, holding them steady as she made a face of concentration that put a smirk onto my face as she stroked at fiddled at my lengths. The smile disappeared into an open-mouthed expression of surprise and pleasure and my head lolled back as I felt her push back against me.
The silky curtain of her tail draped across the rigid flesh of my cocks as she pushed back. The wet socket of her pussy kissed the head of my upper prick again; Cherry squirmed on my waist, the folds of her vagina pressed apart and spread by the head of my cock once more. She teased herself like this for a moment, watching the expression on my face of frustrated need with a kind of hungry joy to her face before she held herself still once more and resumed that look of quiet anticipatory thought, her firm chest rising and falling quickly. I could feel the thumping pulse of her heart through the heated spot our bodies met at, the pulsing of her against the head of my shaft, before she arched forward slightly and pushed back, hiking her hips slightly. Her tail twitched, and the silky-soft sheet of hair swished across my upper shaft (well, upper in this position anyway; usually it’d be the bottom one), before the head of my dick bumped against the base of her dock. Sandwiched between the plump earth ponies’ pillowy soft ass cheeks, it slid down the cleft of her rump and was guided by her twitching hips and the soft hiss of breath through slightly parted lips.
With all I’d seen of Cherry Jubilee’s lewdness and what got her thrilled so far, I had a firm - and at this point, that was literal as well as figurative - idea of what she was angling (again, literally) towards. But that knowledge didn’t make it any less of a thrill. Knowing and anticipation only build something to be looked toward, and as it grows closer so does the excitement of it happening. My heart fluttered like a pegasus’ wings and I tried every thought I could and every trick I’d heard or learned not to let myself blow too quickly once she-
Rationality and Reason were mercilessly shoved to the floor and locked in a closet somewhere in the back of my mind as my senses bought me back to reality.
The plump and curvaceous mare above me had got me right where she wanted me, and I could feel it clearly. The lower of my two members was now pressed against the slickness of her winking pussy, once again looking to be sheathed within its’ velvet glove. The other, however, that had been so tenderly caressed by her muzzle and her hoof, now bumped up against her glorious asshole. The protruding pucker of flesh I’d been admiring as it had been stretched around twinned buttplugs not moment before was now nestled close around the blunt head of my thick and eager length. The rubbery, muscular ring of dark brown flesh was slick with her juices and our sweat, and my cock was the same. The deliciously chubby ranch owner pushed back, her lips parted and a hitch in her breath as her holes pressed against my lengths, reluctantly and insistently spreading against the pressure against them. Cherry moaned, her eyes rolling back and I grunted and neighed in pleasure as I pushed my hips up to meet her pressure. My forehooves caressed the plumpness of her soft, plush stomach, delighting in the feel of it and the juxtaposition of it against the glorious tightness stretching around my pricks. The pressure of her flesh stretched taut against the blunt heads of my cocks, until with a sudden gasp from us both, the head of my prick pressed into her ass. The dry, hot, velvet glove of her asshole closed marginally around my thinner shaft, while her pussy did the same around its’ twin. The magic I’d woven around Cherry Jubilee did what I’d cast it for, protecting her tender and sensitive flesh against the rigid hardness of my cocks and the would-be impossibility of them stretching to accommodate. The spell worked subtly, making flesh like rubber and turning would-be pain into pleasure. Once more, Cherry and I both marvelled, hooves atop one another as her stomach bulged and swelled around the outline of my twin shafts pressed into her. She moaned in bliss and caressed the shape outlined through her coat as it stretched up from the junction of her thighs, rising higher across her plump belly toward her diaphragm. This time, it was doubly large, with my both my lengths being engulfed inside her.
It was a sensation of bliss for me as well, as I felt both of my lengths engloved with supple, warm, and willing flesh. Soft pressure surrounded the sensitive pillars of my cockflesh, rippling twitches from her body sparking similar twitches and tingles in my own. My medial rings bumped against her entrances, and she gave a halting groan. Already, the double-bulge of my penetration was outlined as a thick cylinder along her stomach, halted north of her navel. I rolled my hips, hesitant to continue despite the magic, and she looked down at me through lust-filled, heavy-lidded eyes. She pulled my forehooves to her hips and bore down. I took hold and pressed my hips upward. Both medial rings slithered into her depths with a moments’ resistance, and I whinnied as the fiery burning of desire and lust overtook my caution and concern once more, driven by her own lustful longing. The last few inches of my lengths ground deep into Cherry Jubilee. The cock engulfed in her pussy hit a resistance and she moaned and writhed, lifted herself up to slam down against me as I pressed hungrily up to meet her. The spell worked its’ charms, and our combined efforts prised open the entrance to her womb, the head of my cock pressing inside.
Hilted inside her, I shivered as I looked at the results; the twin bulges of my lengths stretched from the junction of our hips to near enough her barrel, my magic making it possible. Cherry shuddered with rapt pleasure and a delirious and hungry grin on her muzzle as she stroked her hooves over the taut flesh.
“Oh my,” she uttered breathlessly. “This is… this…” she trailed off, her muzzle moving wordlessly before she slowly pressed against the ground with her rear hooves, lifting herself up a few inches to drop back down, working my lengths inside her in an awkward thrust. I shuddered at the sensation and flexed my hips in reply. A cry of moaning pleasure tumbled from her lips as I thrust again, and then again and we found a rhythm.
Her plump and curvaceous body jiggled and rolled as she bore down against me, and I thrust up at her. With each motion, she loosened and our coupling became more and more frantic and eager. Her tail flicked against my thighs as she bounced against my hips and I hammered back at her, the bulges of my lengths pistoning back and forth in her front and rear passages, the sensations of both exquisite against my turgid, iron hard and wanting flesh. I could feel pressure building within me, like a balloon filling to bursting building at the base of my pricks and a tingling in my sack as it tightened against my body. Each plunging thrust into her silky, hot holes built it higher until I whinnied and panted.
“Cherry! I’m going to-”
“Yess,” she wailed as she ground down with more force. “Do it, come inside me!”
I threw my head back, bracing my withers against the ground and letting out a bellow as I slammed my hips upward, pulling her closer with the pressure on her hips. Both my lengths jumped, twitched and bucked inside her as I came.
I wasn’t a small stallion, as I’d previously stated. From my hooves to my double-dicks, nothing about me was anything less-than super-sized, and that went for my cum-shots too. The (sadly) few futa mares I’d laid with had managed five or six pulsing squirts before they’d been exhausted, and from what I knew about regular stallions, two or three was all they managed. Me…
The first spurts from my pricks shot deep into Cherry, each copious helping of jizz nestled deep into her front and rear. A second, third, fourth and then more, each a powerful jet that pooled deep inside the mares’ accommodating insides. By the fifth one, her stomach had swollen a little, adding to her gloriously jiggly and soft pulchritude. I slowly rode down the other side of my peak after the seventh spurt into her, the rest fitful and diminishing, before I felt my rods soften and flag.
The mare above me panted and shuddered; her pussy had clamped down tight on me during my orgasm, her ponut doing the same and she’d coated my crotch with a spurt of sweet-smelling mare-juices. Rosy cheeked, she rolled to the side and my lengths, still flagging at half-mast and twitching, slithered free, following by a drooling trail of my spunk and her juices.
Laid nose to nose, we panted heavily. I licked her nose and she gave a soft laugh, kissing me back and massaging the slightly cum-swollen bulge of her tummy.
“My, my, Mister Branches,” she panted in that sexy twang of hers. “Y’all sure know how to leave a lady satisfied,” she said as she caressed my cheek and looked into my eyes. “And full too,” she giggled. “Though, I could take a little more, be a shame ta waste such an opportunity”.
I kissed her softly and grinned hungrily. “Well, good to know we’re on the same page, because I’ve got way more in me before I’m done, and a beautiful mare like you deserves more”
She grinned back, raising one eyebrow and twitching an ear. “Oh, and what did you have in mind then, Mister Branches? Ah have a few ideas of mah own”.
I whinnied softly; her brazenness was intoxicating, and while my hunger for her hadn’t dwindled that much, it blazed back into life as she gave me a sultry smile and rolled onto her cum-swollen stomach. Flagging her tail, she shimmied around so her hindquarters were facing me once more. Looking back at me with heavy-lidded eyes and the tip of her tongue poked out, she raised her hips, shimmying them from side to side. Her vulva was still wet and glistening, and her pucker still slightly agape. It twitched as I looked on hungrily, and her plump teats swung gently below as they hung free. A low rumbling whicker escaped my muzzle as I caught her scent in my flaring nostrils, and I levered myself to my hooves, taking steps closer, halting - with some difficulty - as the plump, robust and sexy earth pony mare hissed a soft ‘wait’ under her breath, gorgeous bright green eyes still on my face.
As I watched, I could feel my blood pound back into my twin staffs, the familiar sensation of them hardening once more from their semi-flagging state. It only grew further as I watched her private show.
She reached back with a forehoof, pulling one plump flank aside and spreading her pucker wider. I gave a low groan of pleasure as I watched intently. She cooed softly, the tip of her hoof massaging around the ring of her protruding pucker before pressing at the entrance to her ass. Already stretched and spread by my thickness and her play prior, it was stretched and welcoming as she pressed insistently. A rippling shudder ran through the thick-bodied mare as her pucker spread at her patient insistence, slowly swallowing her hoof.
Whole.
She worked the appendage back and forth gently, sharp breaths issuing from her muzzle with each movement, eyelids fluttering with each gentle, yet urgent short-stroke. Her body shuddered with each motion, ripples moving through her sumptuous curves. Her eyes rolled up in their sockets and with a keening moan she quivered, breath hitching in her throat. Her free hoof mashed and circled her nipples with her frog. Her rump shifted and twitched in the air, sashaying side to side, before with her lower lip bit firmly in her teeth, she removed her quivering hoof from her wide-spread asshole. After a few shuddering breaths, she looked over her shoulder at me once more, panting.
“Suh-somethin’ like that…” she said with a hungry grin.
I gave a low, hungry snort of lust, stalking forward with heavy steps, both my shafts slapping against my thick, sturdy barrel. I put my forehooves outside of hers, and leant down, nuzzling the side of her face as she did the same back, kissing the underside of my muzzle. I lit my horn, magic shimmering to life to line myself up with her. I felt the familiar tingle of it around my lengths, aligning their blunt tips with her rear.
“Yess,” she hissed softly in anticipation. “Please-”
I grunted, eyes closed and pressed forward against her wide-spread pucker. One head slid in, her already-stretched ring offering little resistance. I humped back and forth for a few strokes, the mare beneath me groaning and shivering with each motion before I pulled back, sliding free of her depths. My magic held both lengths together, and I pushed forward once more.
Cherry’s eyes widened and she let out a gasping shriek of pleasure as both of my shafts pressed into her ass. She shuddered deeply, quivering as I slowly pressed my length into her. Her forehooves pressed against her stomach once more, following the bulge travelling up her body as it advanced from her crotch, between her teats and along the length of her body up to her barrel.
“Oh-oh sweet Celestia!” She panted as she pressed her hooves against me within her. “Ah-ah can’t believe it! You’ve filled me so deep, I’m so stretched out, I-I…”
She trailed off as I hilted inside her, her words trailing off to a deep moan and a full-body shudder. I paused, panting and draped over her. I nibbled her ear softly and she panted a soft laugh. I peppered firm kisses down the side of her face, and she licked my cheek. Her tail tickled my belly and I whispered in her soft, buttermilk-coloured ear.
“All right?”
“If you stop, they’ll never find your body”
I chuckled and drew my hips back, before starting to slowly build up a rhythm. It was all either of us could do to moan and shudder as I fucked her glorious, accommodating ass with both of my pricks. The tightness of her insides around me was heavenly, like a velvet glove over my rigid flesh. Her pussy had been exceptional, slickly soft and warm, but I’d always been one to lust for an ass to fuck on a mare, and hers was the best I’d had. The heat of her was amazing, and despite her body overwhelmed with pleasure, she still humped back at me as I rode her. She pushed back harder and harder, moving faster as I did the same, my hips thumping against her cushy rump. A thoroughly equine snort escaped my muzzle as I felt the churning, building tightness build in my sack and the throbbing pulse of my need hammering through my veins.
“Yes, yes, yes-” Cherry panted beneath me, craning her head upward to nuzzle at the underside of my muzzle. I drove my lengths into her, my thrusts becoming fitful, erratic and and losing rhythm as I hammered my need against her own. My rock-hard lengths bottomed out inside her, deep as possible and a little more. She gave out a whinny and I felt my balls splashed with her climax, and my own thundered through me. My body went rigid, muscles tensing as my cocks flared and swelled inside her. With a pulsing burst, my spunk blasted out of my lengths. This time, the loads were the largest I could pump out, brought on by the nights’ thrills and play building to a head. My thick, hot, cum flowed into her in pulsing gushes. I let out a bellowing neigh as my orgasm consumed me, mingling with her own. The pulsing gush of my climax flowed on for heartbeats that turned into minutes. Cherry groaned and quivered as her belly rippled and stretched with the sheer volume of my release, until, spent, we toppled sideways as a pair, still in twain.
Spooned together as we lay panting on the ground, I wrapped my forehooves around her barrel and she nuzzled back against me. I nuzzled back, burying my muzzle in her soft, scarlet mane. She smelled like a mix of sex, sweat and cherries. Her soft mane was strung out by the sweat and exertion of our activities, and her face matched how mine felt, tired and satisfied as we nestled together.
“That was… something else,” I murmured into the soft velvet of her ear, licking the tip of it gently. She gave a soft giggle that I felt against my chest, one hoof stroking my own as we lay together.
“Y’all are right on that,” she murmured gently. “Ah ain’t been railed so good in… well... “ she trailed off and kissed my hoof gently with soft lips. With a giggle, she rocked her hips around my shafts, still embedded within her. “Mmm, ah could get used to this feelin’ too, darlin’”
“Well, I’m going to have to move soon, Cherry,” I said with a soft murmur. “All that drinking I did earlier is letting me know about it”.
She clenched her muscles around me and I gave a nicker, a breath stirring her mane and she gave a soft whinny back to me as she whispered gently. “Ah saw y’all watching me,” she said with a nuzzle against my muzzle. “An’ you were lookin’ pretty hungrily at me when I was, mmm, ‘lettin’ go’”
I gave a low murmuring moan softly, my lengths twitching feebly inside her rump as I thought on the sight of her in front of me, her vulva spread and the gleaming trickle flowing from her, and the smell of it - and taste of it on my lips and tongue after her.
“I-Is that somethin’ you like?” I asked in a tight voice, breath hitched in my throat. She half-rolled awkwardly to look up at me with a sly look on her face.
“What do you think, sugar?” she said in a breathy tone, one hoof stroking the line of my jaw. I gave a slightly gasp as I took a breath. “Just let it go…” she murmured softly as she pressed her lips to the side of my muzzle, creeping along the side of my face with gentle, caressing kisses. Her voice lulled me into a soft, relaxed state. I closed my eyes and listened to her soft voice, urging and encouraging me. I shivered gently, trying to relax and not focus on the warmth wrapped around my shafts or where they were, what we were doing. I let out a hissing gasp as I felt my body release. The pressure drained from my nethers, pumping along my shafts and streaming out into the depths of Cherry’s body. She gasped and gave a long, low moan as the warmth of my piss mingled with the warmth of the mass of jizz swelling her stomach, bloating her out further with the volume of it. She squealed and ground against my lengths still embedded within her, shivering and groaning. With a spasm, a last ebb of pleasure flowed through her a shuddering climax ran through her body and she sprayed my crotch with her own release, her urine spraying across my balls and thighs, the warmth of it flowing across me. Once again we both collapsed in a heap, chests rising and falling with deep breaths.
“Uhhh,” I managed to groan, and she nodded weakly in agreement, nuzzling back against me once more. This time, she squirmed and my now, very flaccid and sensitive cocks slithered free of her thoroughly stuffed asshole. A mixture of fluids dribbled free, but her stomach remained bloated with everything left within her gut. Giving a contented sigh, the ranch owner massaged her belly gently with her hooves as I looked away with a shy blush.
“Guess I had a lot to get out,” I offered weakly and she giggled softly and pulled my face back to hers with one hoof, and leant into my muzzle for a long, deep and hungry kiss filled with a lot of tongue.
“Glad I could help ya work it out then, sweetheart,” she said in a soft, warm tone. “Now… how’s about we both make our way back to the farmhouse and take a shower… then you can take me to a proper bed and treat me some more like a lady, hmm?”
“M-more?” I said with wide eyes, and she giggle, booping my nose.
“....Maybe,” she said cheekily. “Though,” she said, rolling back onto her hooves and patting her belly. “Might be best to wait a little until this goes down some”.
“Eh… heh. Sorry about that…”
She cut me off with another warm kiss as I climbed onto my hooves, and we trotted along side by side, heading for the house.
The next couple of days were a haze of sleep, sex, lounging around, eating well and good company. Finally I had to make my departure; Rainbow Falls was still waiting, and my hooves were eager to get moving. And Cherry Jubilee had a ranch to run without a stallion under her hooves - or on top of her, filling her belly every night. She bid me farewell, and made sure her address was written down in my diary; and I’d wanted the same - the sex or not, we’d made a firm bond, and wanted to keep in touch.
And there was always another picking season next year, too.
As the train pulled away, leaving Dodge Junction behind, I was happy to leave the place with good memories - and one that left an ember burning in my loins as I replayed them in my mind.
I drifted off into a pleasant sleep, lulled by the rocking of the train as it sped through Equestria. Before I knew it, the conductor was calling Rainbow Falls. Slinging on my saddlebags, I stepped off the train and onto the platform.
Around me, ponies of all colours, kinds and ages were moving back and forth. And among them were other creatures; griffins, changelings, hippogriffs and even a couple of yaks here and there. I marvelled quietly as I trotted away from the station, heading for the Traders’ Fair among the throngs of ponies and creatures.
My eyes distracted by the sight of a stall selling memorabilia and objects that apparently dated from the Crystal War, I wasn’t looking around me - and bumped headlong into one of the crowd. I gave a yelp of embarrassment and surprise, immediately turning to help whichever poor pony I’d knocked over; my size and stature made it all too likely I’d bowled somepony off of their hooves.
Only, when I turned my head, there was a ruffle of feathers and a squawk of discomfort and surprise. A grey-furred griffin looked back at me, her bright blue eyes looking at mine with an expression of shock and surprise as one talon rubbed her head.
“Are… you all right, miss…?”
“Gabby,” she said back in a pleasant voice as I reached a forehoof out. She took it in her talon and I pulled her back onto her… paws? Talons? Feet?
“And I’m okay, thanks. Though, I didn’t expect to be bowled off my feet like that here”.
I grinned and looked at her, chuckling at the joke, and she smiled back.
My trip to Rainbow Falls was looking up already.
Author's Note
Oh my, a sequel hook! Whether or not it goes anywhere or not, I'm... undecided. I have ideas, and I'd like to turn this into more of a porn-with-plot (pun intended) story than just shameless smut. Not that there's anything wrong with that.
And it was also a chance to write some of my kinks out - whether or not others like them, that's their business not mine.
If you have any constructive thoughts or ideas, please leave them in the comments - this is my first fic on FiM Fiction, and my first completed fanfic (well, if you can call it that!) and I hope to write more in the future.
