This is Ranchtown

Three days to go until the big day. If she had to put one more cream filling into one more choux pastry, she was going to scratch someone’s eyes out! Jasmine was exhausted to the point of laying her head on her chair in between checking her baked goods in her oven. Thankfully, Stargazer took Ember Wing with her yesterday so she could get more work done. At least she wasn’t making a wedding cake this time around. Doing that without Pop Candy’s help would have been an impossibility. Her bakery was getting paid for this gig, so it wasn’t a total loss, but doing anything on this scale by yourself was a slog.

The bengal spotted cat woman had all of this on her plate and the icing on the cake was she was going through something else that weighed her down. As her head rested on the seat of her recliner in her living room, she looked between her legs at the tiny wet spot of her extremely tight sweatpants. She was getting overly anxious and there was not a single tan colored stallion in sight. Patch was off at a convention for the day. It was on the other side of Ranchtown, and he’d been planning it for some time now. It was a stroke of luck that it didn’t happen during the wedding, so he could be home to help her get the food to the ceremony. Doing all of that by herself would have been a nightmare.

After all of this, she was planning to take some vacation time to herself, but until then, she had to keep up this momentum. Once again, she felt the hem of her sweatpants start to crawl down her butt, revealing her panties that were now more akin to a thong. Her growth into a more “fluffy” cat was starting to become something of a hindrance. She was just too tired to care about it right this second. Starting an entire business was hard enough. Now she is doing solo projects while keeping up with the baked goods store. She loved babysitting, but those sleepless nights taking care of a little orange pegasus baby started weighing on her.

The buzzer went off in the oven again and she was brought out of her stupor. With a little tug, she could just hear the seams of her sweatpants whine with the pressure her ass was putting on them. Still, she pulled the blue sweatpants back up and stood up. Her tits bounced free in her tiny white tank top. There was no way she was wearing a bra at home. She needed a shopping spree to buy some plus sized clothes before she would even consider doing such a thing.

It was the same routine every time: check the crust, poke the choux to make sure they’re hard enough, use a temp gauge to make sure the filling is the right temperature and let them cool to the correct temperature for edibility; done. There was one more dozen to go. They were already prepared for the oven. It was as easy as popping them in and setting the timer. Before she could do this, though, there was a knock at the door.

She looked toward the front entrance and raised an eyebrow. Frozen Pop said she would be sending help, but she didn’t expect it this early in the day. Jasmine decided to go ahead and get it before she did anything with the oven. She didn’t want to be rude.

As soon as she opened the door, there was the azure colored unicorn stallion at her doorstep. He smiled and waved at her, despite the fact that she looked a little puzzled.

“Hey, Jasmine! Mom said you could use some help. I would have called first but I… yeah I’m going to be honest, I forgot.” Winter chuckled a little, scratching the back of his mane.

“Oh, it’s fine, come on in.” She motioned for him to follow as she walked back into the kitchen. “I just need some help putting these choux pastries in their carriers. I’ve already done the hard part. I’ve been up since seven this morning baking them.” She looked over at the clock to see it was almost eleven. Then she looked at the ridiculous amounts of baked goods she had on her countertops. They were starting to crowd everything in the kitchen.

“That’s fine, I’m pretty much free until later this evening. Tomorrow is when the fun part starts.” Winter said with no shortage of sarcasm. Setting up the chapel was going to be no small task and everyone was coming to help out. He didn’t really want to think about that right that second, though. Compared to that, this was going to be a breeze.

She got back to the piping hot oven and pulled the new sheet of choux pastries from the stove. She sighed, thanking the almighty that this was the last one she had to do. Jasmine opened the oven and let the heat pour upward as she did, making sure to keep her face away from it so it didn’t singe her whiskers. The cat girl bent down to slide the cookie sheet carefully into the top rack of the oven. She paid close attention to the pastries, making sure that none of them touched the top metal. Any contact with it and it would burn within just a few minutes.

Just then, she heard a rip from behind her. Thinking that Winter had found a bag of chips in the cabinet, she ignored it. Once she was certain that the pastries were in the proper position, she carefully closed the oven and set the timer. She bent over once again as she turned on the light within it. They looked good enough for the moment, so she turned off the light.

“Ummm, Jasmine?” Winter asked as she bent over more and she heard that ripping sound once again. “Uuuuummmmmmm, Jasmine??”

“What?” She turned her head back to look at him and his eyes were bugged out. She noticed that he had no bag of chips in his hands. They were together while he twiddled his thumbs, like he was nervous about something. “What’s wro--” That’s when she realized that her pants weren’t crowding her midsection anymore. “Ooohhh… bloody hell.”

She looked down to see that her sweatpants were in tatters and her black panties did very little to hide her nether regions. What a time for this to happen. She didn’t know whether to be angry that Winter was staring at her lower body or if she should be flattered. In fact, the more she looked at the front of his pants, she noticed just how much she appreciated her female form.

“I’m-- I’m sorry.” He started to try and look away, even turn around. One side view of his pants and she noticed that he was very well endowed. What he didn’t know was that she was doing her best to hide the fact that she was gushing at that moment. The embarrassment of revealing her ass to him and the fact that he had a hard on for her only served to cause her nipples to poke from her thin fabric tank top and her black panties to grow a bit darker from getting wet.

“It’s-it’s okay, Winter. It’s my fault. I should have put on something a bit more presentable before I had company.” Jasmine said, knowing full well she had no idea he was coming over. “Besides, I’m only in my underoos.” She spoke as if she were covered at all, but as soon as she took off her sweatpants and threw them in the bin, she felt completely naked. Playing it cool was about the only thing she could do without dying of embarrassment. “I’m just going to fill these new pastries with cream. Don’t mind me. You can start putting those other ones in the plastic containers.”

She motioned him toward the clear plastic holders near him, in front of the bottom cabinets near the entrance. Winter did his best to keep his wits about him as he agreed to help. He started picking up the holders and placing the cream-filled pastries inside. He held a paper towel in his hand to keep his germs off of them and be health conscious.

Then here was Jasmine, thinking about nothing but cream filling a tiny hole in a doughy bun. Who wouldn’t reach that sort of analogy? Pushing a nozzle up against the breading and squeezing the pastry bag to fill the center enough to make it plump. Yeah, that’s not suggestive or anything! She didn’t even know what his dick actually looked like and already the presence of a stallion was making her want to be just as cream filled. Sure, they were friends. She met him at Pearl and Death Metal’s wedding, but until today, she’d never even thought of him like that.

“Can I eat one?” He said, causing her to squeeze the cream so hard, the patry burst and the filling popped out the top and sides. Her eyes went wide as she turned to him, seeing him hold one of her pastries up toward her.

“Oh! Um, yes, by all means. They’re made fresh.” She gave a very nervous chuckle. She wasn’t going to look down. Jasmine was going to keep her eyes up. She was going to take control of the situation. Jasmine needed to overcome this situation. Wow, he was seriously hung. She could even see the outline of his pants that he was packed like a hefty cannoli.

“Thanks, Jasmine.” He said after he took a bite. “Wow, these are really good. Maybe I shouldn’t have indulged until the wedding.” He said as he did his best to keep the cream from getting on his fingers. He decided to lick the cream off of the bitten pastry and her jaw went slack. That tongue was marvelous to behold. It was like her heat was trying its very best to make her into a sex-starved harlot and reality just didn’t want to argue.

She went back to concentrating on what she was doing. Jasmine started in on it and took it one at a time. Soon, she found herself getting immersed in the baking, as she always did. Getting into the zone when it came to baking was as natural as breathing, she’d done it so many times. The cat girl had to make sure she didn’t overfill them, but put enough to where people could taste the cream.

In the baking world, these weren’t even near the hardest kinds to make. Croquembouche towers, now those were difficult as all hell. Not only were they the tiniest little pastries, but each had to be cream filled, stacked in a cylinder and spinning that damn sugar to make it to where they don’t stick together too much. Creating dozens of those tiny things for one tower was hell. She’d made a few of them, but she certainly did not like it. She loved the challenge, but the process was so bloody slow.

Then she remembered the pastry that burst. She’d already had one too many of these pastries when she started cooking them. She should probably get some real food in her belly before she became a bit too unhealthy. She picked it up and held it toward the unicorn stallion who was still hard at work.

“Hey, Winter, I have one that I messed up on here. If you’d like, you can have this one too.” She said, noting that the cream was already on half of her finger. Jasmine hardly noticed, though. If you were a baker, you got your hands dirty, it was just something you had to accept.

“Oh, definitely.” He said as he looked to see that there was a lot of cream coming out the sides still. It was all over the outside of the choux and some had dribbled onto her second knuckle. He wasted no time in running his tongue over the pastry, and slightly touching his tongue to her finger.

Sploosh. That’s all she could think of at that moment. Her eyes went completely perplexed while her legs began to buckle. One touch of his tongue and she suddenly felt herself begin to overflow. As soon as he took the pastry from her fingers, she took one step back.

“I’m sorry, I need to use the loo.” Jas said as she made her way around him in the kitchen and rushed toward the hallway, grabbing her phone from her recliner as she scurried to the bathroom. As she sat on the toilet seat, she began to text as fast as she could to Patch.

She felt her aching pussy up with two fingers and took a look at them. A string of viscous fluid dangled between her fingers as she separated them. This was hopeless! The last thing she wanted to do was be unfaithful or have unfaithful thoughts without at least letting him know. She knew what it was like to be cheated on and it was devastating. Such a heartless action made with such ill intent. It took her forever to get over that bastard.

Jasmine: Patch! I need you to know that my heat is in full swing today! Winter, God bless his childish ignorance, he’s over here and I am staring at him like a predator stares down a deer! I have no idea what to do. He’s helping me with my pastries and all I can think about is how wet I’m getting! Should I ask him to leave? I should do that before I do something I regret.

She hit send. The guilt gripped her chest like a vise and all the sudden she began to fear what he would think of her in such a situation. He was out there, enjoying himself at a video game expo and here she was, thinking such terrible thoughts about another stallion. After everything he did for her and the love she felt for such a--

Her phone sent her a notification, and her heart stood still as she saw that it was him texting her back. Part of her didn’t want to know what he said, but the other part was thankful that he wasn’t holding her in suspense.

Patch: Well, honey, the guy is getting married here in a few days, so he obviously won’t want you for himself. I’ve come to learn about these guys and they wouldn’t mind giving you a little something to tide you over until I get home. I say go for it.

She was dumbfounded, downright flabbergasted. Was this really Patch that sent the message? Part of her thought it was too good to be true but the other part was bombing her brain, wondering how he could just allow his girlfriend to go off and get fucked by another guy.

Jasmine: Are you serious? If I were in your shoes, I’d at least want to be there to agree with it face to face. I mean… I’m grateful that you care about me enough to let me do this but… I don’t know.

Patch: Honey, that’s just a difference between us and it’s fine. I know Winter well enough and I know that if things got “hard” for me, that he’d let me have a go with Golden Goal with your permission. The pack of friends I made here are a caring bunch and they aren’t afraid to share. So why should I be afraid?

It did make sense. Jasmine had to mull it over a little bit in her brain to get it processing again. It was so over-crowded with hormones, biological clocks and guilt; but mostly hormones. She truly felt fortunate to have such a caring and understanding pony in her life. Patch truly was one of a kind and the best of the best. To think that she had doubted him in the first place. Her love for him shined in that moment. She was almost reduced to the happiest of tears.

Patch: Also, send me pictures. I totally want to see this.

There was a long pause. She drew in a deep breath for a long sigh and rolled her eyes.

“Of course.” She muttered.

Winter had no idea if these pastries were done or not. However, the buzzer went off and he was fairly certain they looked golden brown enough as pastries went. He wasn’t even going to attempt to put the cream into them because he was very sure that he would screw that up. He put them atop the stove and waved the hotpad over them to dissipate some of the heat they emitted. It was so hot in here, he was seriously baking in his fur. Part of him wanted to open the window, but he didn’t want to be rude. You don’t go around opening windows of places you don’t live.

He aired out his shirt at the collar and got away from the oven as quickly as he could.

“A little warm?” He jumped a little bit, as he didn’t hear Jasmine walk into the living room. She giggled a little bit and went to the oven, switching it off and taking a look at the choux pastries on the stove. She got her temp gauge and poked it into the center to get a good read. Winter couldn’t help but notice she didn’t replace her sweatpants, still wearing her tight panties and white tank top that left very little to the imagination.

“Ummm, yeah I’m not big on warm climates.” Winter said and noticed that she was checking the temp on the pastry while also sticking her butt straight back toward him. Her ass was big and her cheeks were round globes with a thin black fabric running down between them. The bengal spot pattern on her fur was quite fascinating. After a while, he couldn’t tell if he was just staring at her ass or the spots.

“I can turn off the oven and turn down the heater, but it’ll be a bit before you start feeling it. Why don’t you get into something a bit more comfortable?” Jasmine asked as she stood up and popped her back, stretching a bit and giving him a very clear view of her under boobs. “Take a page from my book.”

He wasn’t sure how to take this. Whether there was some deeper meaning to her wanting him to take his clothes off or if she was truly worried about his comfort, he supposed it didn’t matter. He took the invitation while it stood and started getting his pants off along with his shirt. He stood in gray boxer briefs and turned to see that she had gone back to her pastries on the stove.

“Thanks for putting my choux pastries in their carriers. It really helps me out. Frozen said you’d be taking them with you?” She asked and he nodded.

“Yeah, I’ve got a few of the decorations in my car already, so I’ll be heading straight over to the chapel after this to drop it all off. Tomorrow’s going to be… fun…” He found himself dreading the decorating again. Then he turned around to see her tail swaying over her very round ass and it suddenly didn’t bother him too much.

“You want me to show you how I make some chouxs?” She asked him, looking back toward him and seemingly not noticing he was staring at her panties. The black piece of cloth actually seemed like it was riding up her butt crack even more than before, now that he thought about it.

“Yeah, but why are they called shoes?” He asked, stepping up behind her to look over her shoulder, as she was quite a bit shorter than he was.

“It’s not shoes like you put on your hooves. Choux is French for ‘cabbage’ and honestly, the meaning behind it doesn’t make a lot of sense to me. It’s because of the irregular shape they are after they bake. They just look roundish to me. It doesn’t remind me of cabbage much.” She said as she prepared another batch of cream in the pastry bag. As she put the bag against the next pastry, she grabbed his hand and pulled him closer. “Have a closer look, you handsome bloke.”

His eyes widened as his crotch was now perched firmly against her butt cheeks.

“Oh, did someone crack a fat?” She said in a much stronger accent. Before he could ask her what “crack a fat” meant, she reached back and gripped his phallic outline in the front of his underwear. “That’s a big yes.” Her eyes widened as she felt the size and girth. She couldn’t believe how solid he was.

“Ummm, Jassy? When did you-” Winter began to ask.

“Don’t mind me, I’m just creaming these little buns.” She smiled sweetly as she squeezed the pastry bag and watched as the pastry slightly grew as it was filled. Little by little, she repeated the same motion to the other pastries. Jasmine hummed as her butt rubbed against his crotch, swaying from side to side. The azure colored unicorn sweated as he gave her a puzzled look. In no time flat, his cock was at full erection and hotdogged between her voluptuous cheeks. He was stretching his underwear to its limits as the head of his cock pressurized the hem.

“Are you and Patch doing okay?” Winter asked, knowing that relationship rebounds were not healthy between friends. He knew they never ended well for at least one of the parties involved.

“We’re doing just fine, ya bloke.” She giggled and put her hand on the side of his cheek as his cheek cuddled up against his opposite. “He’s just at a convention and I’m… moistening the front of your jocks.”

“Oh.” Winter breathed a sigh of relief. Then he wondered for a moment. She wouldn’t be doing this unless Patch was cool with it. This was news to him. He shrugged, then decided to test the waters a bit. He reached behind her and slipped his finger underneath her underwear, pulling it to the side to expose her bottom region.

“Oh!” She gasped. “Someone’s a little bold, aren’t we?” She couldn’t help but get deep into her lustful state once again. Her juices were running over her pussy lips and down her inner thighs. Winter could just smell the hormones emitting from her. With one lift of her leg and turning her body more toward him, he took a much closer look as his muzzle pressed against the overflowing quim. Her lips were open and juicy and his tongue dragged against them.

She let out a long whine as she felt his mouth engulf her swelling vagina. His hands held her butt cheeks spread apart as his lips wrapped around her and sucked. Jasmine did everything she could to keep her leg from spasming as she rested it onto his shoulder. His tongue dug deep down into her honey hole and she rested one hand on the edge of the stove, while the other gripped her large, squishy breast. Jas pinched her own nipple as Winter feasted on her nether regions.

“Wi-Winter! I had no idea you’d take to this--OH!--S-so naturally!” The leg she leaned on for balance buckled. She tried so hard not to drool, but that was far more difficult than it looked. Her heat was boiling over at this point and part of her wanted to stop Winter before he made her climax. The other part of her wanted to pull his face even harder into her crotch. She wanted to smother him in her sopping pussy flood.

In no time flat, Jasmine had her thick thighs around his head as she brought him down to the floor backwards. His eyes bugged out as his back hit the ground and her luscious pink lips pressed against his mouth. There was a spark of desire in her eyes as she rocked her hips back and forth on his face and felt his tongue lash against her labia folds.

“Oh! Winter! You’re such a stud! Thank you so much, I needed this!” She said and brought her phone up from the countertop and got a good angle of both of them. Jasmine pulled her tanktop up to reveal one of her nipples as she made her best kissing face. She snapped one good image and placed it on the floor nearby. His tongue grinded against skin inner pink skin and in just a few motions, she began to tremble through a large, stimulating orgasm.

She finally dismounted his face and relieved her tits of her tank top. Before he could even prop himself up on his elbows, her hand went inside his underoos and clenched his phallic shaft with a nice tight grip.

“Bloody hell! He’s massive!” She said as she finally got a good look at his prick. She marvelled as she uncovered his blue cock with large dark blue spots. Of all the colors she had envisioned, blue was among the least likely she would have guessed but the shape was much akin to Patch’s. Her tongue touched the tip as she felt the salty jizz against her taste buds. She pulled his underwear down even farther as her head began to bob up and down and her hand gripped his big balls.

“Damn, Jasmine,” Winter said as the cat woman went to town on his penis, slobbering all over the head and shaft as if she were starved half to death. “Just how bad have you got it?”

She stopped for a moment and her hand took over, wanking him at a fast rhythm and pace. “I’m in serious heat right now and your prick is delicious.” She went back to sucking him off as he closed his eyes and grunted at her wondrous technique. Then she looked back at him and started jerking him again as she spoke. “Where do you want to cum on me?”

His eyes widened a bit at the question. He thought for a moment while she attached her mouth back onto him, sucking him with her mouth like a vise. After just a few moments, it seemed like she forgot about the question and he wasn’t too worried about it.

As soon as she pulled her mouth off of him and started to massage him with her hand again, a spurt of jizz splattered against her face, causing her to squeal a bit. It was hot against her face and oozed down her tongue as another shot doused her chin and her cheeks, he grunted and scrunched his face a bit.

“Fuck me! You got a lot in you, didn’t you?” She said and he rose from the ground. Her cum glazed face looked at him, puzzled as he put his hand against her juicy ass and brought her around so that his backside was facing him.

“Don’t mind if I do.” He said as he jerked his cock behind her and pressed the head against her pussy lips.

“What?” She inquired, but didn’t give the least bit of resistance.

“You said to fuck you.” He grinned and she hadn’t even realized she said it.

“That’s not what I meant.” Jasmine replied, but he was already sliding into her. “Not that I’m arguing!” Her voice heightened in tone as her fuck hole was stretched. She was full of cock within seconds and her slippery walls gave him no problems aside from a tight squeeze. She gave a few tiny howls of glee as his hands clenched her thick bottom and his prick rocked her back and forth as he rutted her.

Her gooey face went against the kitchen floor as she felt his prick stir up her insides and his balls patted against her groin.

“How are you getting tighter?” Winter asked, his voice strained as he pounded the pussy’s pussy and she let out a exasperated laugh as he jabbed her.

“Fuck if I know, you little rascal! Grab my phone! Patch needs to see this!” She said as she was barely able to reach her cell. She handed it off to Winter as she slowed down a bit to get a good angle as he pointed it to where he was able to see it. One snap went off. He put the phone back on the floor beside them and began to bang her. Her tits bounced back and forth and the fat on her ass rippled with each impact. “Oh! God! Yes! Fucking hell! I’m cumming!”

As she said this, her pussy gripped him even tighter and her hand reached back to massage her clit. She mewed as her entire body tingled and she broke out in gooseflesh. As if to compound her euphoria, there came three shots from his cock. The first three coated her insides as he pulled out of her and jerked out four more all over her ass and cat tail.

“Oh, Winter, you’re doing well, aren’t you?” She said as her cheek pressed against the floor and her fingers continued to lazily rub her clit. “I can’t thank you enough for this. Now get on your back.”

“Thanks, I-- wait, what?” Winter blinked as she turned her head to face him. After just a moment of staring at each other, the unicorn backed away a bit and laid on the tile floor as the cum dripping cat girl climbed on top of him and slid his lively prick back into her slippery fuck hole.

“There’s a good lad.” She strained a little bit to get him back into her already thoroughly fucked honey pot. “Here’s a good picture for you dirty blokes!” She started to bounce up and down on his dick, making her boobs flop up and down. She accentuated the flopping motion for him as her pink nipples became motion blurs for the picture as Winter snapped it.

Once again, she was moaning as his blue dick put pressure on her tight tube.

“Hey, honey!” Patch called out as he made it home from the convention. He didn’t do very well in controlling his spending, but he got a lot of Neptune 5 games that he was more than happy about. All the sudden, his senses were met with pure unbridled sex. The whole house smelled of cum and pastries as he walked into view of his cat girlfriend on the floor, covered in white goo. Winter was not far away. He laid on the floor, lying on his side as he gasped for breath. His prick was flaccid, soft and useless.

“Oh! Patch! Welcome home!” She looked at the clock and realized that she’d been fucking on and off for five hours. The floor around her was wet with patches and tiny puddles of jizz that also spotted her fur and her hair. “Wow, time really flies.”

“Damn, honey. This was one of your bad ones, wasn’t it?” He looked at the kitchen floor, almost afraid that he’d slip if he made one wrong move. “It looks like a warzone in here.”

“Yeah, bro, sorry about that. I’ll help clean it up.” Winter said as he got up from his side to a sitting position. More than one of his body parts popped as he stretched.

“We could, you know, go for a three way, if you’d---ugh…” Jasmine started to rise up from the kitchen floor but her heaviness weighed her back down to the ground. Then she started to doze off.

“Maybe next time.” Patch said as he and Winter started to clean up a bit.

“I’m always up for it.” Winter said, but it was clear from the bags under his eyes that he was in no mood right then and there. It was a bit odd seeing Winter in the buff, but Patch didn’t mind that much. “I’ll help you carry her to the bathroom. We can sponge her off.”

“Good idea.” Patch nodded as he and the unicorn surveyed the possible outcomes of trying to pick her up. An approach was rather hard to come by, now that both of them thought about it. “Ummmm… damn.” Patch said, and Winter started to laugh.