Sure, It Is Comfortable...
A loud banging came from the door, somepony muttering some incomprehensible words behind it. Davenport sighed, but at the same time just raised his head and went towards the entrance.
Third one today, he thought. Who was the one who thought ‘oh, but it’s a great idea that nopony has ever done before!’...?
Reaching for the doorknob, he slowly spun it, with some difficulties: obviously, the door wasn’t intended for hooves. Why haven’t I changed this thing...? It takes forever to open sometimes, he thought whilst the door opened, revealing a purple mare standing outside, together with the rather displeased look she had.
“Good afternoon and welcome to Quills & Sofas,” he said, as with all of his customers. “What can I... help you with...?” he continued, realizing the current state of the pony in front of him. He recognized her immediately: Berry Punch, the rather mythic liquor-enthusiast; but, more important than that, one of his customers, having bought a couch from the store just two days before.
“Of course you can help me!” she blurted out, the slurred inflexion in her speech being just noticeable enough for him to realize it: she was either drunk, which was pretty much given away by the blush of her face and her red nose, or she was like that most of the time, given that he couldn’t remember any moment where she could have a normal conversation.
“Take a look at this,” she said in a quieter but just as annoyed voice, gesturing to her left. At this, Davenport opened the door as much as he could, and just then he could notice it: there was a light-purple couch at the left of the mare, with some springs protruding from seemingly random-placed holes in the object itself, together with a rather sizable cut in the material, from where a mess of shreds of upholstery foam extended.
Before he could say any of his typical lines that went on about how could he present an alternative, Berry Punch continued with her talking:
“Before I could notice... bam!” she said as she pointed skyward with one of her hooves, “that thing just launched me towards the ceiling, knocking me out of consciousness.”
Oh, but I remember you were rather unconscious when you bought it, he thought, snickering.
“Oh, sorry to--” he tried to respond, being interrupted.
“But the alcohol was the one supposed to make me black out, not the ceiling!”
He stood silently in front of the mare for a while, thinking of any possibilities to help her. Having lost two customers earlier, I’m not going to let this one go. You’ll walk out of here with a couch, no matter what! ...Well, or at least a quill, but you get the... he said in his mind, getting a little carried away.
“Well, why don’t you... umm, come in and see if there’s anything you might like just as much?” he asked, with a little smile on his face, as he moved aside. Got to keep this attitude if you want to score... he remarked to himself. Score a sale, of course... not- not something else...
Berry Punch nodded and walked in, with surprisingly good coordination for a half-drunken mare, looking around for nothing in particular. She wasn’t even sure of why she was here, given that there were, indeed, other couches and sofas back home. Well, she knew what she was looking for, that was certain.
“Follow me, the sofas are over there,” he said as he walked deeper into the store, even when it was a little unnecessary: the place wasn’t too big, and the position of everything was crystal clear. “So, tell me, what are you looking for...?”
“The same exact sofa, except that it won’t break when Carrot gives me a lapd—” she said absent-mindedly, stopping short when she realized that she was giving a little too much information. “Umm, the same exact sofa, yes.”
Davenport looked around, trying to make like he was searching for it; he knew, however, that the one that had broken was the last one he had in stock, and so did Berry Punch.
“Umm, it appears like we’re out of that particular one until...” he sheepishly mumbled, remarking to himself that it seemed like he was about to lose her as well. “Until...” he tried to say, once again, but was cut short when one of her hooves was placed over his mouth.
“There’s always another way, you know,” said the purple mare, eyeing a certain blue couch that looked rather welcoming to her in that moment, before returning her hoof back to the floor, staring at him in the eyes with a playful grin on her face. “I wouldn’t mind getting a different kind of refund...”
“A-another way...?” he asked, making like he was entirely clueless on the topic that she was clearly insinuating. “I- I don’t think I understand,” he responded, leaving out a nervous laugh.
“Oh, don’t lie to me, Davey. We both know that you’ve always had this crazy idea in your mind...” she continued with her flirting, wrapping her hooves around him, her face reaching the level of his left ear. “Remember when you said that you had always wanted to ‘make it up’, as you said, for one of your customers...?”
“I- I don’t k-know what you’re talking about...” he barely managed to mutter, blushing rather profusely at her words. Of course I can remind it, he said to himself. I was with both Berry Punch and Carrot Top, too many empty bottles of I can’t even remember what, and we were constantly on the verge of assaulting eachother, fueled with our sealed-away inner desires.
“Come out of it, you. You know you want to...” he whispered to his ear, before giving it a soft, playful nibble. “I’ve always wanted to do it with you anyway, so why aren’t you giving me the service I’ve asked for...?”
He loudly gulped, looking around; nopony else was inside the store, but the door was freely swinging with the soft breeze, and they were nowhere near it.
“But the door...” he mumbled, still unsure about what he had just done. Even when he just pointed out that the door was opened, she would inevitably take it as the cue she had been waiting for.
“Oh, it doesn’t matter at all... nopony will come around here until some hours, so we’ll have all of this just for us...” she invited, accentuating the last part with a rather exaggerated moan. “And you’ll have all of me just for you...”
“But...” he mumbled again, slowing down to a halt immediately. What have I done...? he asked himself, in his mind. Well, she’s right... but still...
“But where...?” he finally inquired, sighing. “I’ll do it if you want for me to do it, so...”
She let him go, getting in all fours again.
“The pretty blue one over there looks nice...” she said, gesturing to the aforementioned object. “I’d love for you to lie over there...”
With an expression of resignation, he cantered towards the couch, before stopping. Oh, just lie on your back; if Lyra can pull it off, then so will I, I hope... he thought as he got in that famous position, immediately noticing how awkward it was and, at the same time, how natural it felt, even when taking the equine anatomy into consideration.
As soon as he made himself comfortable, he felt a hoof being placed over his inner thigh, together with the mare’s breath against his crotch.
“Now, to get you hard...” she mumbled with a surprisingly successful seductive tone as she moved her right hoof towards his member. “I can already feel it growing...” she giggled, looking at his face.
His eyes shone with a mixture of confusion and arousal, the blush across his cheeks making it clear that he was enjoying the situation instead of being in denial like at some moments before, all combined with the little sighs that escaped his lips as his phallus reached its full length.
She continued to stroke his throbbing member and to plant little kisses along it, feeling rather lightheaded out of a sudden. Ah, darn Punch, I told you to leave the liquor alone today... she thought to herself.
She pushed her lips against the tip of his rod, her tongue circling around his girth. He sighed, putting his hooves behind her head. Slowly, she slid her head down his shaft, his member filling her mouth in the same way one of his moans filled the room’s air. Her gag reflex activated as his rod reached the back of her mouth, her eyes forced shut. She rapidly released it after a few seconds, coughing just a little.
“Are you even sure you want to this, Berry...?” he asked. She didn't appear to be enjoying this as much as he did.
“I know what I want, and I’m going to get it!” she responded, not even bothering with listening to him. Having said this, she gave a rather large jump, putting her forehooves at the back of the sofa and her hind legs at the sides of his body.
She slowly lowered herself, trying her to best to align their nether regions.
“I was moist even before coming here, you know...” she muttered beneath her breath, giving him a strange smile.
To her surprise, she made it in her first try: their bodies met, her tight walls pressing down on his hard shaft as it trespassed her. Her breath intensified whilst his warmth spread through her body.
Both of them left out a sigh, looking at eachother’s eyes with a pleasured look. His hooves were grasping her tightly, as if he didn't wanted her to go away. She tried to concentrate in working up a rhythm, but couldn't do it, so she just let herself succumb to her inner thoughts, leaving them take control of her.
“Wait... hold on a second,” he said, unable to hold in the bliss he felt. “How about we get a better position while...” he tried to explain, before just completing the motion himself: he, with some difficulties, rolled to his side, leaving Berry Punch lying over the sofa on her side, and leaving most of his body free.
He gave her a shy smile and slowly pushed himself inside of her again, establishing a rather gentle rhythm. Her eyes, glowing with an apparent lust, were telling him to keep on going, and that's what he did.
“You’re thinking about how different this is from your expectative, aren’t you...?” she said, panting a bit. “Then make your expectative happen! Ride me, and with that I mean ride me for real, wildly and messily.”
Her eyes were filled with lust, her grin telling him that she was begging for it.
He began to speed up over the course of long minutes. She was right: he had to prove that he could do this. His short breaths transformed into full-blown gasps while he did his best. She wasn't doing very well either. Her hooves were touching him as well as she could, but it wasn't working very much. She was way too engulfed in pleasure like to put her attention in something else. Her vocabulary had degenerated into 'ah's and other exclamations that assured him that she was melting in bliss. He was lost in pleasure as well, only being able to pound her and say nonsense. He could feel that he was about to come. It wasn't going to be a big spectacle or anything, but the sheer bliss it would bring would be more than enough.
Their crotches were slapping together, the sound echoing across the walls of the large room. Her hooves were stuffed in her mouth, to keep her volume down, but it wasn't working very well. It appeared that her whole world was shaking, her eyes weren't able to focus on anything, but it didn't matter. She would forget about everything else if she could keep on feeling this great pleasure she was drowning in. And it just kept on increasing. She wouldn't be able to last much longer like this.
The pressure building inside him made him go over the edge. He pushed his member as far as it would go, leaving out a long yell that, to be honest, didn't sound very masculine.
His hind legs spasmed a couple of times, continuing the penetrating motion without wanting to.
The feeling of the streams of his warm seed being shot inside her almost made her climax, but the unexpected thrusts that came after that were what made her climax. She left out a rather short, agonizing and raspy shout, probably due to all her panting before, leaving her with her throat dry. Her legs clenched down on his body, and her forelegs wrapped themselves tightly to his forelegs.
Their heavy breathing was all that could be heard around the place for a long while after. Neither of them bothered to look at the door while their lovemaking session and they weren’t going to take a sudden interest on the door after it, either.
“Ah, Berry Punch, that was...” he gasped, trying to find the correct words. Before he could finish, a third voice came from behind them:
“Wow, I wasn’t expecting that...”
Both of the lying down ponies looked back, towards the source of the voice, in total embarassment, only to find Carrot Top standing there.
“No, don’t worry; I saw all of it.”
A long silence fell over the room, as nopony was entirely sure of what to say.
“I wanted to buy that couch but... seeing what had just happened... can I request a refund as well...?”
