Winter sniffed gently at the air, taking in the excited scents of his lovely wife. Maple was gazing at him with want in her eyes, a smoldering view she normally kept quite hidden. An unspoken language, his favorite, he felt all the more excited to be the target of that wanting gaze. He nipped her rump in soft but firm strokes of his teeth, exploring where she was soft and where she was hard.

Maple was many things, but sedentary was not one of them. She had the build of a farmer, strong and fit. "Stop lookin' at me like ah'm a tasty dinner," she huffed out, tail flicking. "You can enjoy having a cake, or eat it, and this cake wants some eatin'!"

Well, if she insisted. He closed in at her and nosed at her rump. The contact was enough to make her squeak. "H-hey! That ain't the spot."

It wasn't as if he couldn't see what he was doing, nuzzling downwards towards her other portal. As far as he could see, every part of her was enchanting, from top to bottom. He licked slowly, teasingly, just a little distant from her teardrop of an entrance. The way she flexed and gasped was hint enough that she felt it, and enjoyed it. But it would get better, he knew that.

His breath washed over her fur, parting it just long enough for him to kiss the briefly exposed bare skin on his slow way towards the main event. "Ya tease!" Not that she was resisting it. Her slick portal winked open, welcoming his attention and requesting more without a word. Winter could feel his shaft swaying under him, steely hard and twitching. Part of him wanted to throw aside the foreplay and get right into things, but he held himself back. That was just another emotion he had to keep in line, and he was good at that.

Winter trailed the quivering vulva in front of him, feeling how it struggled with the accompanying little cry of the mare that owned it. "Ohh! That's... That's more like it!" The cake was getting their tasting, as she had requested. "Go on..." She thrust her rump back at him, forcing him to recoil in a sudden back step. He put a hoof on her rump to hold her still as he nuzzled in, tickling at her sensitive flesh with the countless fuzz of his snout. She squealed at the tickle, but that turned into a soft moan as he began to lick and explore with kisses to spare on his beloved mare.

He wanted to explore deeper, but his tongue and snout could get much further without risking things, but he had one other avenue. With his horn aglow, he reached in, tickling at her walls in a slow inspection of the trembling walls of her tunnel that he spread wide to see as he worked. She shouted in surprise, going beet red. "Summer's gonna hear that... Hope she don't think ah was hurt or nothin'." But she wasn't, trembling from the back of her body to the front as her stallion inspected her. "Celestia take it..."

With his magic holding her and exploring her, he could take his time in finding the most sensitive spots, as if he were playing her like an especially furry and delightful instrument. The louder she became, the better he was doing it, which wasn't exactly how music worked, but it was good enough. The only trick was that he was ready to move forward, and he could feel the slick touch of her walls to show she felt just as ready.

He reared up and hugged her from above, holding her close as he shuffled into position, nudging his fat blunt tipped member against her eager portal. "Go on," she beckoned, taking a wide stand to support his weight. "Go on..."

As if he needed much encouragement. He drove forward into her, his testing probing helping him to press just as far and fast as was comfortable for his beloved wife. He drew her back as he worked into her, savoring the tight wet embrace of her passage as it squeezed and pulled at him with an obvious desire for what he had.

"How ya doin' in here?" There was Summer, the door thrown open, and her eyes on them. "O-oh... Sorry..." She backed away quickly and closed the door.

Maple and Winter stared at that closed door a long moment before Maple burst into laughter. "Well, that just shot the mood! Ah swear..."

Winter gently hugged her from above even as he gently slipped back and down. There were no ill feelings there, however awkward that had been."

"We'll get another chance." She quickly twirled about and went in for a gentle nuzzle. "Ah'm actually looking forward to..." She trailed off. "By the way... That thing..." She pointed up at Winter's horn. "That was amazing! It felt... It felt like a pony twice either of our size was... doin' things...but there weren't no pain or nothin'. So... Just sayin'... Ya got permission to do that again... Alright?"

Winter rubbed along her side with a faint smile. As close to a firm nod as he rose to at times. The two walked off to tackle other business.

"This is too good." Bit Coin slapped a hoof at their table, scowling at Breaburn. "Gonna bet there are catches. She ain't in the business of sellin' cherries for a loss.

Braeburn shrugged softly. "Sure not, but she don't have to sell for a loss, just fer less than we're losin' from the apples. Figure out the profit'd be if we could actually sell the apples proper instead of givin' 'em away and we'll know what we can offer."

A challenge had been given. "I'm on the case." Bit got to furious work, moving beads of a large abacus around as she crunched numbers. "I'll have it to you by tomorrow!"

So it was that Breaburn caught a train to another small town. He met Applejack at the trainyard when he arrived, the two hugging with famial bliss. "Right nice to see ya! So ah hear ya got a surplus ah cherries?"

"Sure do! Well, not me specific, but ah got the deal. Now, why didn't you just give me yer numbers? Every pony involved is bein' real guarded wit' those!"

Breaburn hiked a brow. "Ya coulda given yer numbers too, cous'. We all got our reasons. Well, ah'm here, gonna make me an offer?"

Twilight hopped forward, landing between the two. "With pleasure! There was one number we're missing. How many pounds of fruit do you actually need for the pie offering to the bufallo, yearly?"

Breaburn peered at Twilight, backing away from the two of them. "Well, we ain't gonna get nowhere if we don't try..." He reached into his pocket and pulled out a paper. "Can ya match this?"

Twilight reached with her magic to have a look. "Oh... Not this. This is a better price than Miss Jubilee allowed us to offer."

Applejack leaned over for a peek, whistling in appreciation. "But not by too much." She reached for Twilight's pocket.

Twilight danced back, denying this. "With that amount, we can offer..." She made a new offer, not exactly any of the numbers Miss Jubilee had written. "How does that sound?"

The two locked eyes for a long moment. Applejack looked back and forth between them, looking ready to say something, but not quite reaching it. They broke the silence with a clop, the two meeting hoof to hoof and a smile to a smile. Breaburn walked past them. "Gonna get a place fer mahself and ya can show me the cherries ah'll be bringin' back!"

Applejack let him go before scooting in front of Twilight. "What'dja do?! That weren't one of the sets we were given."

"I did math." She floated the paper from her pocket and surrendered it to Applejack. "Miss Jubilee was following a set equation that all the numbers matched, so I used the same equation to calculate a new number based on the actual demand. She should agree, considering this was her low estimate, meaning she likely had room to haggle further, but we didn't have to negotiate beyond her starting point."

Applejack hiked a brow high. "Gonna hope yer right on that."

They brought the news to Cherry Jubilee shortly after that. She smiled bright at the two of them. "Welcome! You two look like ya got somethin' good and I am all here for it. Go on."

Applejack set the paper down, the original with the terms they were sent away with. "Got good news mostly. We didn't go with one ah yer numbers, but Twi's right sure it'll match."

Twilight bobbed her head. "Same price per pound, offered at the scaling point you were using."

Cherry Jubilee steepled her hooves. "If I didn't know you were a fancy pony, Ah'd already be shoutin'. What numbers ya got? Let's get right to the point so ah can stop guessin' in mah head."

So Twilight gave them, more than the middle amount she had given, but not enough to reach the heaviest load she had offered. "And for this amount of bits."

Cherry rubbed at her chin softly. "An' they took it?" Both mares nodded vigorously. "Shoot... They're gonna renegotiate that eventually... So why don't I cut them to the chase."

So it was that Breaburn was denied, at least that starting price. Miss Jubilee offered a better, slightly better price, in return for a three year contract. As soon as the ink dried, he was sent off with a big smile and a cart being pulled by other ponies to bring home full of cherries. "An' that's that. Yer forgiven', officially." Jubilee threw open the door to the front of her factory, shoving her face inside. "Ya hear that? Applejack and Twilight are off the forbidden list."

Whoops and hollers drifted from inside even as Miss Jubilee closed the door. "That's that. Now, if you two need anythin' else, well, ya know where to find me."

Applejack clapped firmly, wiping off her hooves of the dirt not on them. "Not that we got that cleared... Let's take our kirin friend."

Twilight blinked slowly. "Oh, yes. I almost forgot about that. Miss Jubilee!" She went to catch up with the factory owner. "We want to take Winter to meet the other kirin, please."

Miss Jubilee crossed her arms. "Ya ask him yet? He's got two wives, and they're both expectin', so if they don't both sign off, there ain't no way he's goin' nowhere, 'cause he's learned what it's like to be a stallion that ain't got the blessin' of his plus two."

Twilight colored softly. "Yes, right..." She had been there for the unusual wedding. "I will check, but I wanted your permission first, since it would involve him being away."

"And her." Jubilee tapped the desk before her. "Summer's a right valuable worker too, not just him. Yer also yankin' Maple away, but that's between you an' her. She don't have a boss that could yell at her, just her own bills what won't get paid if she's on a trip with you."

Twilight sagged softly at the scope of how much would need to be interrupted to see it done. "This is important, for Winter, even if he doesn't fully realize it yet. I will speak to them, of course, but I wanted us to be clear first at least."

Jubilee leaned forward with a wicked smile. "If ya hadn't just finished getting me some business, ah'd tell ya to take a hike, princess, but ah'm in a good mood, the best kind really... Winter deserves a little vacation... If he gives permission, I'll allow it! But only if he asks fer it. Ya can't ask for him." She sat back on her chair. "But there ain't no objection from me."

That would have to be good enough. Twilight nodded as she turned for the door. "Thank you. I'll check with them all before we make any further plans."

Author's Note

Summer! This is one of the complications of poly relationships. Set boundaries and respect space, sheesh!

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