Autumn In My Hearth

by Vis-a-Viscera

Rating: mature
Tags: Twilight Sparkle, Anthro, Slice of Life, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, Original Character, Porn, Fetish, Sex
Length: 2540

Autumn Iris is the new flower-selling face in Ponyville, but her date Twilight Sparkle wants to paint that face bone-white...

Setting up roots in Ponyville in order to bloom wasn't just a job for purple unicorns and dragons; enter the new O.C. on the botanical block, Autumn Iris! She's headstrong, fire-tested, and eager to prove herself in the surprisingly competitive flower-selling industry in Ponyville; however, she owes her store's survival to that very unicorn Twilight Sparkle, and their first date proves an ample opportunity for both ponies to even the scales with a sizzling-hot show before dinner...

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WARNING: Autumn Plowers Bring Cum Showers
KINK WARNING: Futa/Fem ♦ Oral ♦ Deepthroating ♦ Fingerfucking ♦ Blowjob/Handjob ♦ (Slight) Cumflation ♦ And A Flower-Power-Face-Pounding

Published 2020-07-25 19:00:01 UTC
Last updated 2020-07-25 19:00:01 UTC

Pistilgrip Pump

For a time, it was tough being Autumn Iris.

Within a month of the purple maned pegasus’ arrival in Ponyville, she’d contended with all leagues of doubters. First, there were her parents; unsure of how well she’d bloom so far from home. But they were the easiest to win back, with her strong words about how digging down deep would help her flourish anywhere. Iris was so overjoyed!

Then there was Roseluck.

As it turned out, there were three ponies who’d already had flower shops in that sprawling Ponyville plaza. She had to find a way to make her own shop stand apart from them. And after a near year of apprenticeship under Roseluck’s watchful eye, she thought she knew the way for sure: "Open big, open long, keep your seed money ready." she repeated. Even now, on this particualr day, the words settled her stomach quite well.

Her thoughts returned to that day when her store had opened. The last goal, with Daisy and Lilac even willing to throw in some of their own funds to help her. The first two goals, however, hit roadblocks. For starters, Roseluck wasn’t too big a fan of the grand opening of her Iris of the Storm store, mainly due to it keeping her up since it was next door. Never mind finding out about her two co-workers having given Iris the money to do so.

Then that fateful night struck - literally. A stray spark from the coffeemaker Iris had installed in the store to draw more customers spread faster than the news about it destroying the front of her store. Even now Autumn Iris's heart still throbbed like it had been in the center of that sweltering heat. She'd nearly lost everything she’d dug down deep to cultivate. She’d been cleared out in trying to cover the damages, even with her seed money, the lack of forethought to buy insurance biting her in the rump.

Roseluck, when the pink pegasus had begged her for help, asked her why she even needed it. She was set to make a scene, Iris' face as red then as it was now, but by anger instead of embarassment. Coincidental wasn't it? That soon after, both fires will soon be quelled by... her. Twilight Sparkle herself.

During that previous time, Twilgiht had come from the sky. Like an amethyst-coated guardian angel, she’d swooped down, fresh from an earlier mission handling the Parasprite invasion in the town. She told Roseluck that she'd overheard her barbs, that she understood how Iris leaving to start her own store had hurt her.

But then she switched gears. Worked her way into the red-head's sensitive side. "Roseluck, you were an upstart in this business too! And you didn't turn to Autumn because of money. You did it because you both shared love about flora!" Even now, her honey sweet-tone poured into Iris' frayed nerves, calming her tense movement so well.

And Twilight won over Roseluck by talking of how easy it was for friends to lose track of what matters when all-consuming desires got in-between them. For the Parasprites, it was gluttony; for Roseluck, envy. It was harsh; but it brought through the fog of anger Roseluck bottled up.

Iris herself nearly melted under the Element of Magic before her, her own wings stiffening. Her curves made her stand out among every pony, just as sharp and well-defined as her mind. And she was so commanding; her tone as strict as it was calming. She was a stronger shock to her system than the caffeine-laden Pistil Cola Iris drank every day, and Iris couldn’t get enough.

From that point on, with Roseluck helping Iris of the Storm get a second wind - (and a new façade, thanks to that oh-so-kind Apple Family, her mind squeed!), Autumn’s mind tunneled upon this mesmerizing mare called Twilight. She cajoled her every time she stopped in for a spot of Earl Grey; she shared in every book on pony customs that the unicorn brought to her. And at that moment, she started painting her own picture of Twilight, rich with purples and pearly white rings, of streaks of red mane falling like the leaves did during her namesake's natural season.

Speaking of which, Iris though, stopping in the middle of her store again. I really have to get into that Running of the Leaves even soon. Her hand instinctually pinched at the soft curves of her stomach, hidden beneath her flowing dress. A grin bubbled up to her face; maybe Twilight had been in that too. Maybe she'd love to see her, dotted with sweat, pumping her limbs, the burn coursing through her like a little beast's breath.

From her newfound curiosity, Twilight became a better pony despite the doubts; growing grander by the day. And from Twilight, Iris learned something important too; deep down, ponies were the same all over. They had doubts and then defied them; succumbed to them and then used their will to rise above them.

So Autumn started fighting down the doubts of Twilight's friends that she might not be able to get a date with Twilight. Oh, not that they didn’t treasure her friendship, no; but Rarity and Rainbow, in particular, didn’t want her to chance losing it after being turned down.

But Iris couldn’t resist though: one night at Golden Oaks, she asked her after Spike had finished making them both a cauliflower casserole to die for. It had been eleven months since the pegasus had made roots in the town; six since Twilight rooted her very gaze.

But now Iris was coming upon a year in this town. And at that moment it seemed the biggest doubter in Autumn Iris’ life was herself. Her feet beat that pacing pattern into her own rug again. Not because she hadn’t prepared for rejection herself; Roseluck’s brief spat with her still rang in her mind. Iris had become a doubter because, that fleeting week ago, Twilight had said yes. And in that moment, Iris realized she had almost no plan for when a pony said yes to her the first time.

So now she stood pacing impatiently in her own shop, waiting for this bibliophilic unicorn. She’d cleared her impressively long schedule, said she’d be here by nine for a private candlelit dinner at Cafe Hay. Her hands flew through her violet hair, pumped up her breasts beneath her dress, wrung out like sponges looking at the clock.

And at eight fifty-nine exactly, soft taps brought Iris, clad in a flowing purple sundress, clambering over to her store’s front door. Before it, once again, was Iris’ savory savior Twilight. She'd chosen a shorter dress for herself, shimmering purple with bands of red at the skirt line.

Twilight’d barely gotten two steps inside before she started chirping. “Alright, so I’ve got the RSVP’s Rarity's makeup’s been holding firm after two water tests. I think we’re ready.”

“Sweet.” Iris replied. Twilight’s face lit up. “I look forward to whatever surprise you’ve got for me, Sparkle.” Iris’ eyes batted at her, causing a grin that wasn’t entirely innocent to join that radiant glow.

“Well, of course, silly!” Twilight chewed at her plump lip. “Which brings me to the last matter of the night. Dash insisted I do this, despite Spike nearly fainting at the question.”

“W-what is it, Twilight?” Iris’ heart clenched in its ribcage, praying that the Element of Magic wasn’t getting cold hooves. With how fast they were rubbing together, however, it seemed impossible.

“I want to show you something. I just need you to promise not to freak out.”

As if Twilight herself could ever do that! “Hit me with your best shot.” Iris dared her. Several shuffles of her hips later, Twilight’s legs spread, her purple gown hitching up in two trembling fistfuls. And Iris saw something that made her as speechless as her date.

Between Twilight’s legs was something that looked large enough to count as a third, an utterly sleek cock pushing from its sheath. Reaching to Twilight’s knee, and far thicker than Iris’ own arm, veins danced beautifully among that surging spermstack. As Iris’ jaw dropped, Twilight spoke, voice low and deliberate. “Gonna guess you... like it? Better to show you now, then worry about you asking where I’ve got an eggplant in my pocket in front of Savoir Faire later.”

“W-well, Sparkle..” A trickle of drool ran down Iris’s jaw as she stared at that massive member. “That’s really… nice.” A gulp of oxygen later, Ir’s eyes dimmed. “I don’t know what to say.”

“Maybe a little bit about seeing something you like?”

If the patpatpat of a different pair of Iris’ lips dripping didn't give her away, her next words did. “I... love what I see, Sparkle.” And it looked so right on Twilight's crotch - she was a pillar of authority in Ponyville, why not have another pillar between her legs to match?

The bulb at the end of Twilight’s shaft throbbed at the appreciative words, Iris’s legs crushing together with a lewd squelch at the motion. “Oh, good.” Twilight's smirk shot even wider. “Then I don’t have to worry about my next ask...” And her steps moved toward the shell-shocked Iris.

“W-wait.” was the pink pegasus’ response. But Iris’s body betrayed it, her purple tail flagging up and swaying with Twilight’s starburst-stamped hips. “We still have a restaurant to get to!”

“I think you mistook my words when I set up this meeting.” Twilight’s sauntering steps made Iris’ tan knees buckle, sending Iris on her rump. By the time Twilight's hot breath washed over her twitching snout, Iris’ eyes were dark with debauched desire. “I said I’d make sure you ate out tonight. So what’s this about going to Cafe Hay now?”

Twilight’s fingers quickly rested on her trembling shoulders, stiffly pushing down until she was under her barrel. Then the flex up, taking the straps of Iris’ sundress with it, leaving her in stripy blue-and-white underwear. “It’s so beautiful…” she whispered, the sauna-like heat coming from Twilight’s cock frying her nerves deliciously.

Twilight laughed, a tinkling tenor that got the wings and mane of the pegasus under her standing on end. “Not as beautiful as the pony I skewer on it.” Then that bulging bulb traveled right past Iris’s pink lips.

Iris gagged on that cock head, the vibrations making Twilight squeal above her. Her head swayed side to side, and Iris’ followed suit, no stranger to this sensation of her throat building out for a meal. After that cauliflower casserole, Iris knew just how nonexistent her gag reflex was.

In fact, she noticed some of Twilight's questions in their latest tea chats had been about how much hot stuff Autumn Iris could swallow down. Well, thought Iris as she stretched her muzzle and pulled further onto Twilight’s swelling shaft, now I know it’s not just Earl Grey tea she was talking about.

More thick drool splatted to the ground underneath a bobbing pink jaw, as Iris deepthroated Twilight further and further. The vibrations of Twilight's generous chest as it ground against her rigid wings made her moan around the unicorn's maremeat. And as she got closer to the root of Twilight’s trunk, she found another prize to enjoy that night - two swollen purple testes, swaying like pendulums below her twitching snout.

Iris’ hands went to work, tweaking those fleshy orbs as her hands pistoned back and forth on Twilight's fat dick. The entranced Element’s hands soon came out to play as she bent over Iris, tracing around the long-petaled flower on her flank. “Faster,” she throatily ordered the pegasus gurgling around her girth as she thrust into her hot cavern.

Autumn Iris obeyed instantly, her motions turning into a blur back and forth on the mammoth maresplitter of Twilight’ Twilight rewarded her further, sliding one of her arms around Iris’ twitching hips, her fingers finding the sparkling folds of Iris. Feeling Twilight’s digits against her pussy, Iris let out another rapturous gasp.

Iris’ motions became more and more erratic, her tongue twirling around the colossal cock before her. Her thighs thrashed against the hand cradled against it, Twilight's ruthlessly pounding her cunt harder and harder.

As Twilight’s vein-thick maremeat plunged into her gullet, the pink pegasus purred, basking in the musk of the bookworm she loved. She was close, and it was becoming impossible for her lust-drunk mind to decide which one of their eruptions she wanted to feel first.

But it would be Twilight who took the lead again. On her last vicious thrust into Iris’ muzzle, her head tipped back. Purple eyes rolling to the ceiling of the Iris of the Storm shop, and Twilight’s orgasm hit like a Category 10 hurricane.

“Fuuuck~!” Twilight howled, drenching her partner’s gullet with wave after wave of sticky spunk. Iris’ belly bulged out from the size of the payload, her tan breasts brushing against her mate’s twitching thighs.

This all culminated when Twilight's Sparkle’s fingers scraped past her clit lips as they left. The gold-coated pegasus’ vision went white, still dug down deep on her mate’s gushing member. Twilight’s name gurgled out around a foot of purple horsecock as Autumn Iris came, her pussy shooting out a geyser of sparkling cunthoney onto her store's wooden floor. Her purple-white tail lashed against Twilight’s chin, pulling back on her succulent cock to breathe, her lungs screaming for air.

The softening shaft of Twilight pulled past her maw, laying her last few ropes of pearly batter right upon Iris’ lolling tongue. Settling back, Twilight’s bosom heaved, the unicorn sucking wind as her partner sprawled out on the floor below her. “So, Iris… you’ve got the appetizer down,” she growled huskily. “Ready for the main course?”

Iris muscles - and swollen stomach - protested what she was about to say next. “Absolutely…” she got out, using her wings to prop herself on wobbling legs. Twilight’s smile hit a cheerier tone, only frowning slightly as she saw Iris fail to stand up with her seed weighing her down.

“Well, this won’t do at all,” muttered Twilight. Soon, with a sorcerous snap of magic, the pegasus was wrapped around Twilight's back. “I’ll carry you to Cafe Hay. We’ve got to make it before a quarter to ten!”

As Iris panted, recovering on the bobbing back of Twilight as she trotted out of the flower shop, she thought back to how her first year had gone. Indeed, her time had been fraught with doubt. But here and now, on the back of the mare she’d slurped the shaft of seconds ago, she knew right now that doubts didn’t matter. It was how a pony moved past them that counted.

And as she nipped at the neck of the bookworm she was piggybacking, Autumn Iris knew that this first date was going to swallow those doubts. Assuming she’d be able to do so today, between the virile meal sloshing in her belly and the cafe’s dinner about to join it.

On the plus side, at least Iris wouldn’t have to worry about filling up on bread this night. The heat of what pooled in her stomach outpaced most of what she'd eat it with anyway.