The One In Which Several OSHA Violations Occur
The sun hangs high over the Equestrian coastline, warming the sandy beaches and the frolicking ponies. Umbrellas, beach towels, the works. It seems like almost the entire population of the nearby city has come to enjoy another Celestia-blessed sunny day. Not to mention the fact that the pegasi assigned to the rain duty this week totally slacked off. Truly, this is a marvelous day for ponykind. And for one mare in particular, business is pretty good.
Seafood Dinner, DinDin to her friends and that purple mare with the ass to most others, was making some serious bank thanks to her beachside seafood shack. It wasn’t much and the previous owner was in a serious hurry to leave, but she’s managed to turn this little shack into… a little shack with some tables and umbrellas outside.
That being said, it’s not as though she hasn’t invested some money into making the wooden hut more comfortable for herself. A little A/C unit, a small cot in the corner for a mid-day nap and she’s turned this place into a nice place to do her business. Get an order, cook a fish, fry some fries, and bam, that’s seven more bits to her name. It ain’t much, but for the purple unicorn, it’s honest work. Not to mention the tips she gets when she turns to the friers, and putting on a little show for the stallions at her counter.
See, to truly understand the power this mare held over stallions, you’d have to realise just how prodigious this mare’s ass was. As in, it was her Celestia-given gift to have so much flank on display. Some might say it’s magic. Others would call it a work of natural art. Some even accuse the flanks in question of being artificial in nature. In all honesty though, it’s probably just the sheer amount of cookies this mare eats. She likes her cookies.
In anycase, it’s a normal sunsoaked day for her little shack, ponies coming up to order, stallions filling her tip jar with little clinks of cold hard cash, and Seafood humming and shaking her flanks along to some tune she heard blasting over some teenage colt’s radio. Soon, the bell on her countertop rings out, and she turns from the magazine she’d been reading in the downtime after the lunch rush. It’s not often she’ll miss a pony coming up to her counter, but it happens. As she looks up she’s greeted by a unicorn stallion beaming at her with his charming white smile.
This stallion looks fairly young, around college age or so. She’s used to a lot of college kids coming down around the weekend, especially on a day like today. This one however, he’s something else entirely. He’s a tall and handsome buck, his bright blue coat playing to his near sun golden mane. Even as a unicorn, she can tell he’s got some muscle to him. Just beneath his coat, she can make out some very convincing muscle definition playing along his back and his legs. She can’t help but take notice of the especially strong and taut muscles in his flanks. He’s everything that makes a teenage mare gush with excitement. Among other things. Seafood can’t help but fantasize a little about how those strong muscles in his flanks might feel when really put to proper use.
She finally breaks from her reverie as he’s halfway through rattling off his order. She blinks a couple of times, realizing she’s missed the bulk of what he’s said, simply lost in his amazing green eyes, which seem to go on foreve- and there went the rest of the order. Celestia damn it, pay attention! You can eye-fuck him when he’s sitting down, and AFTER he’s payed you.
“Could you please repeat that for me? M-My mind’s kinda frazzled in this heat. Y’know with the sun and the fryer and… o-other really hot things”
The buck laughs and smiles that terribly addicting smile again. “Sure thing, I just wanted some of the fried catfish and a side of small fries to go with it, ooh! And some vinegar on those please!”
She nods, getting to work on his order, talking softly. “You sure don’t seem like a ‘small fry’ kind of guy to me”
Within a few minutes, she’s got the plate all ready, which she serves out with a ring of the bell. He turns to her with that damn smile, almost blinding the poor mare. It’s not her fault that young ponies are so damn good looking these days! Not that she’s old, but they didn’t look THIS nice when she was his age.
“That’s six bits, please.. A-And any tips if you think it’s good”
He laughs and slides over the payment and even dropping a couple into her tip-jar. He lights up and his horn flares as he pulls something from his saddlebags. “Some of the locals here told me about this place and the awesome food! Plus, they mentioned that a certain mare who ran this shack was fond of a particular kind of tip.”
He pulls out a bag of freshly baked, sea salted, big fat chocolate chip cookies. Her eyes shrink as she reads the label on the bag, confirming that it’s indeed from her favorite bakery. As in the best bakery in the seaside town. As in the once-a-month, save your money, work hard for those tips DinDin because their cookies are your crack-cocaine bakery. That one. Without thinking twice she quickly levitates one, devouring it in seconds and melting into herself from the sheer oral-orgasm her tongue is experiencing. Maybe they DO lace these things with drugs.
She soon refocuses on her new friend. New best friend. It’d be awfully rude to subject a friend to Celesita’s beating heat when she’s got the A/C on full inside. Yeah, just downright evil. “M-Maybe you’d like to come in and enjoy that in the air conditioning? I was about to close for break anyways.”
He smiles and obliges, walking around to the side door as she lowers the large wood sheet covering the window. As he walks in, he’s greeted with the cool air blowing over his heated coat and the soft light from the single lightbulb above. He also notices that Seafood is striking a rather…. Intimate pose on her cot, smiling at him while she levitates his plate and her cookies to a side counter.
“You know… I do have something not on the menu…. If you’re in the mood for a little fun real quick. My food is best eaten with an appetite anyways~”
Like any college student on a weekend bender, he promptly decides to not question his great fortune and get down with just about anything with a pulse. Of his own species of course, he’s not THAT weird and or high yet. That aside, he sinks down to the cot and on top of the rather thick mare, his hooves roaming all over her body as her tongue ties with his in a messy open kiss. His hooves find purchase on her nice perfect-amount-of-fat ass, gripping and groping as he groans into the kiss, her moaning alike as her hooves find their place around his back and down at his sheath.
She rolls his rather hefty sack around in her hoof, feeling the weight of each of his fat nuts, internally squeeing at the idea of just how much these big orbs are gonna produce. She might not be a pastry chef, but she does enjoy her cream fillings. She tugs gently on his sack as he spills from his sheath. Inch after inch she feels creeping past her foreleg, each one ticking in her mind on some internal counter. By the time he’s out and steel-beam hard, she can tell she’s in for a hell of a time. Thankfully, he’s a unicorn in the sense that he’s not as thick as her legs. Not that she doesn’t enjoy the challenge of an earth pony every once in a while, but those are for holidays when she doesn’t have to walk for at least a couple of days.
With some maneuvering, she gets him sitting on the edge of her cot as she leans her head down, first nuzzling her cheek against his cock, taking in his heady masculine scent only further aided by the sweat running down his underside from Celestia’s heat. Then, with a long and slow lick from balls to tip, she wraps her head around the delicious tip, flicking his cumslit as pre steadily pumps onto her tongue. She can tell he’s more a fan of sweets than seafood, and enjoys that fact. Spending enough time at the tip, she takes a breath before moving further, pushing her lips down his shaft as inch after inch sinks into her warm mouth. A hood finds it’s way to her head, not pushing just there. Soon, she makes her way down to his medial ring, and swirls her tongue around it. Oral might not be her specialty, but even getting to the ring of a stallion can be a challenge for most mares. She keeps it up for a long few minutes before pulling up and off his crowned tip with a satisfying POP!
Another set of maneuvers and she climbs onto the cot on all fours, working herself into position. While the stallion waits for her to get in just the right position, he notices a bottle of lube float past his head, wrapped in her magic glow. He can only watch on in stunned silence as she indeed pops the top on the bottle and expertly applies it straight to her sweet tight ponut. And it is a ponut to behold, plump and pouty, tight as all hell by the looks of it, and framed by two flanks he’d most certainly die for. The thought crosses his mind that he might indeed be dead. He quickly decides he doesn’t care.
As soon as he gets the go-ahead, he clambers onto the cot and with a quickness that impresses Seafood, she feels his barrel land on her back. Nice and firm. A little magic manipulation from Seafood has him lined up, and the poor buck having never experienced the joys of rutting a mare up the ass before, uses the same amount of caution and force as he does when he typically finds himself in this situation, albeit plunging into some party slut’s marehood. That being not much at all. Thankfully, Seafood relaxes at just the right time to let him slip in with little resistance, yet still being tight enough for that buck to see stars. His hips jerk and push until his balls clap wetly against Seafood’s already drenched pussy.
For her part, Seafood is running circles in her own head. This stallion somehow managed to get everything right in his genetics. Long like a pegasus, but just girthy enough to give her a nice stretch. Not to mention the near earth-pony sized nuts attached to him. She giggles and gives him a little nip with her magic, letting him know it’s time to get going. His hips start up as he grips her barrel, humping into her with all the primal instinct he’s got. Soon, the cot is squeaking as this buck works into a nice rut, his low hanging balls making contact with her marehood on every stroke. Soon the little shack is filled with the sounds of wet and active sex, with Seafood moaning out at every stroke and the buck grunting into her ear, letting her know that he’s most assuredly in control and that her ass is his.
He leans down, losing more and more control of himself as he humps into her. She soon finds a little surprise as his teeth find her ear, causing her to moan out into her little shack. Faster and faster his hips get as her works her over. It won’t be long until… until… with a cry, Seafood’s pussy clenches down on the dick that isn’t there, sending her into shakes as one of the best orgasms she’s had in months rocks her entire world. Wires cross and re-cross in her brain as sparks go flying everywhere in her vision. This sends that tight plot-hole into similar convulsions, milking the poor buck’s already flaring cock. His thrusts get erratic as he huffs and grunts louder and louder. Soon, that fat and heavy sack start rising up until they practically hug to his crotch as with one last heavy grunt, he hilts deep inside Seafood’s ass and lets loose rope after rope of hot heavy stallion cum from his flared cockhead. It goes on for what seems like AGES until finally, he pulls out of her, again with a POP! He dismounts her, the cot and after making use of some paper towels on himself, makes his exit.
For her part, Seafood decided that was the appropriate time for a nap. She woke up a few hours later, ass no worse for the wear, and stretched out. By now, the sun was setting. Oh sure, she’d lost out on a half day’s business… and she never got that bucks name or number… and come to think of it, he never ate that plate he paid for. But all things considered, the sex was amazing, she blew his mind, and at the end of it all, she got her cookies. Because that’s what life is really about in Celestia’s Equestria.
Being a massive buttslut for chocolate chip cookies.
Author's Note
No but seriously, somebody be the site inspector and tell me just how badly I failed OSHA standards here, I'm curious.
