Healing Two Sprains

The quiet squeaks of an old rocking chair fills the otherwise silent living room as Cherry Strudel, the eldest resident of the farm home, sits cozily in it. Beside her in a reclining chair is Oakwood, her husband of nearly thirty-five years, snoozing comfortably. Cherry smiles at him, looking him over while he naps. She still remembers the day she met him in the grocery store. She was so surprised to discover that he also used to be a city pony, and that he’d moved himself away from the hustle and bustle of noise, just as she had. The quiet life was much more suited for them.

They still go into the city on occasion to visit old friends and get out, but she wouldn’t trade the quiet life up for anything. She’s pretty sure Oak wouldn’t either. Speaking of city life...

“Oak, sweetie? Did you go to the bank the other night when we were in town?”

Oakwood is roused from his shallow sleep, and he stares at Cherry for a few moments, blinking and nodding.

“Eeyup, I did. Is it the ninth already?” he asks, sitting a little more upright.

“Yep! You said you had something to give Chestnut?” Cherry asks, reminding him of his plan. Oakwood nods again, grunting as he scoots out of his chair and comes to a stand.

“Mhm, he’s been doin’ the larger majority of the work here since he turned sixteen. Boy needs to go out and do somethin’ other’n bust his ass,” Oakwood mumbles, tilting his head to the side, relieving a few pops in his neck. He walks out of the room and toward his office.

Chestnut really has done them a huge solid, saving their property and livelihood. After Redwood was born they couldn’t do a whole lot of farming, and had to hire some help to tend to it all. Over the years they’d kept it mostly afloat, but they’d done the same thing Chestnut is doing now—worked hard enough to wear their bodies down sooner than planned. Continuous hard work led to hospital visits, which led to bills higher than they could pay out since the answer to some of their more major problems were surgical. Redwood had met Lavender, and they’d both been happy to help thankfully enough, taking breaks when they needed to, but… well, that also wasn’t enough. They didn’t have anyone that could do deliveries, and the time spent doing those deliveries was time they needed to utilize taking care of the farm since delivering goods can sometimes take weeks. They’d managed to, again, stay afloat—but without a profit, it’s hard to continue business. It’s like running on a treadmill, always being stuck in place.

Chestnut had come along, the boy clearly having his father’s build and his mother’s attitude. He was a butterball in his younger years, growing up to be a chubby colt who didn’t see the point in working the way they did.

His mind had changed when Cherry had found herself in the hospital, after she and Oakwood had decided to help tend the farm, while Chestnut was walking around in the woods. For a while, Lavender and Redwood wondered what was going through the boy’s head, but when Chestnut had discovered that his grandmother was hospitalized, well…

It was a harsh push, but one that bettered his attitude. His desire to work went from non-existent to getting up earlier than anyone else in the household at the age of sixteen. He wasn’t as big as he is now, but he somehow managed to put on Redwood’s yoke and plow through an impressive amount of field by the time they’d woken up. Even though the sun hadn’t even risen yet, it was more than evident he was working as hard as he could. Despite the fact that the boy was drenched in both sweat and dirt, he was insistent on continuing.

As the years went on, Chestnut had transformed himself from a somewhat whiny, chubby kid to a level-headed, hardworking and robustly-built adult. It’s odd, remembering Chestnut as a little tot who ate a lot and cried a lot more… but now?

He’s done what they couldn’t by himself. Well, in terms of farmwork at least. He couldn’t do the deliveries too, that’d be impossible—but still! The boy-turned-stallion is the pure definition of an excellent work horse.

He’s earned what’s coming to him. All Oakwood has to do now is sign the check. This isn’t a birthday gift; Chestnut’s birthday is tomorrow. This is four years of payment due to his hard work. It's not all of what was earned, but it'll give him a head start and some time to do what he wants for a couple years. If there’s one thing he deserves, it’s some time off. Oakwood puts the check under his hat.

While his parents and grandparents aren't aware of it, that's not accounting for the money he's collected from the clinic either. He’s been doing that since he was eighteen.

Oak steps out of the household, looking around for his grandson. It doesn’t take him long to notice the stallion with his friend, the both of them—ah. They’re kissing, having a bit of a private moment, though he can’t say he blames them. Chestnut definitely needed some of that too. Oak can’t deny he’s surprised, given Cloudjumper’s claim on being a sphinx pony, but he’s not against the idea of what is technically interspecies dating.

It’s good to see that his grandson is actively pursuing a romantic relationship. Well, he’s assuming it’s romantic. It definitely looks romantic to him. He checks to see if they’re finished, and while the two’s mouths are separated, he figures it’s a good time to grab Chestnut’s attention. He walks out to the trees, giving a little nod of his head as the two seem to notice him and wave.

“Howdy,” Oak chants to them, smiling. Given they’re both laying in the shade, he can see the marks on Chestnut’s back. He decides against acknowledging it, since it’s none of his business.

“Heya Gramps,” Chestnut responds, smiling right back.

“Hey Mister Oak,” CJ chirps, though she limits her smile. She doesn’t like the idea of making Chestnut’s relatives uneasy because of her teeth. It’s happened before…

“Takin’ a break?” Oak asks, looking around. Chestnut seems to sit a little more upright, as if subconsciously expecting judgement. He’s not lazy!

“Yeah, we’re pretty far ahead,” Cloudjumper answers for him, picking up on his uneasy body language.

“...You two’ve been cleanin’ the sheds for cryin’ out loud. The fields are done and ready for later plantin’. I didn’t come out here to bicker,” Oak says with a hearty laugh, grinning and shaking his head.

“Heavens knows my ol’ ass can’t keep up with either of ya.”

“Aww, don’t say that Grampa,” Chestnut counters, a frown overcoming his features.

“Well, it’s true! I’m gettin’ old!” Oak counters right back.

“And ya still run around with Gramma all the time,” Chestnut points out. Oakwood just shrugs, before giving a small nod. He’s right, they do get around a lot. They just don’t work like they used to, he supposes.

“Fair enough. Speakin’ of runnin’ around, I got somethin’ for ya. Don't blow it all in one sittin'," Oak says, taking his hat off. He dips a forehoof into the hat, pulling out the check and leaning toward Chestnut. The latter takes the little piece of paper gingerly between his teeth, frowning all the while.

He knows what this is just by Grandpa's words, and he knows he told his parents he didn't want any money.

Curious as ever, he decides to look at the check anyway—his eyes shoot open wide as saucers. He knows four years of work amounts to quite the sum of income, especially with edible goods, but damn that's a lot of money. What would he even do with it?

"Redwood already told me you'd turn it down, so I scheduled a transfer for today from our savings to yours. You've earned that," Oak says, even dropping his southern accent seriously as Chestnut stares at the check. Cloudjumper even looks, her eyebrows perking along with her eyes widening as well. She knows farmers make good figures, but to know they've sold enough to fork over that much to Chestnut? That's quite the amount!

"So you're not letting me decide?"

"Nope. Unless you withdraw it and give it back, which you couldn't do in one go anyway since there's limits. That check is the other half, don't lose it."

The other half?!

"Grampa, I… dunno what to do. Are you guys kickin' me out?"

Oakwood tries to stifle his laughter, but fails rather quickly.

"No! Good gods boy, y'got all the time you want t'figure out whatchu wanna do, okey doke? An what to do with that amount of money… well, it's yers. Do whatever ya want with it! Ya earned it, yer an adult. Buy a house, git yer kitty friend here a gift, go out and see the world around ya!"

Cloudjumper blushes. Kitty friend, heh. That's kinda cute.

Chestnut is a bit lost for words. He'd already built up a nice chunk of savings, but to have all of this in one day, well, it's natural for him to be overwhelmed.

"Just… listen, bud. At the very least go out an do somethin'. Yer gonna be twenty-one t'morrow and all you've done is work from sun up 'til sundown every damn day."

Chestnut looks up at his grandfather, trying to take all of this in at once. He’d had the money to go and do what he wanted before—well, not buy a house or anything crazy like that—but to go out and just have some fun. It was on his bucket list, he just wasn’t sure when it would happen.

Chestnut looks down at the check another time, and while he’s processing that this is really happening, Oakwood looks over at Cloudjumper. The cat looks back, tilting her head slightly. It seems like the property owner wants to say something.

“While he’s lettin’ that sink in, can you take a step over here with me?” Oak asks of the bird-cat, giving her a friendly smile. She comes to a stand, following. She's not sure what Chestnut's grandfather wants to say, though she's not too worried. He's one of those 'looks hard, acts sweet' types.

Once they're far enough away that Chestnut can't hear either of them, Oakwood starts.

"I wanted t'bring you over here to thank ya," the elder stallion says, giving her a warm smile.

"I know ya haven't known him terrifically long, but when you weren't around he didn't smile this much. Not a depressed kid by any means, but… lonely seems like the right word. Always puttin' his back into somethin', hardly talkin'. Whatever you're doin', please," Oakwood says, sighing. He doesn't like coming off as emotionally vulnerable, and he's feeling it a little bit right now.

"Keep doin' it. He needs it. Ah’ honestly think he's scared of denial and that's why he didn't go searchin'. That youngin' needs some love. He really seems to like ya, and—“

"Sir, you don't have to worry. I like Chestnut a lot, he's a great guy, and up until I met him I've never really gone looking for a serious relationship either. I feel like I relate to him in more ways than I understand.”

Oakwood’s smile broadens even wider, the old stallion’s face alight with the idea that this cat will improve his grandson’s lifestyle, not to mention her own as well. It’s reassuring to hear the words shared.

“Thank you,” Oak murmurs, swallowing somewhat thickly. He cares about Chestnut just as much as his grandmother and parents do, and he’d hate to see that young stallion take another curveball. Life hasn’t been bad for any of them, but the few bad things that’ve come their way have certainly been hard to deal with.

“You don’t have to thank me. Thank you for raising him the way you did. He’s really nice all-around.”

They share a smile, Oakwood nodding and starting to turn on his hooves—wait! Just a moment…

“Oh, one more thing?” he asks. Cloudjumper is all ears.

“The cuts on his back. Was that you?” he asks. Cloudjumper’s face goes red in record timing, and she feels her paws follow up with her blush by kneading anxiously into the grass.

“Uh… well, yeah, it was.”

“I ain’t scoldin’ ya. Yer adults, have yer fun!” he says with a laugh, realizing he’d embarrassed the poor cat.

“Y-yeah, of course..” Cloudjumper mutters back, feeling incredibly awkward. What a way to exit a heart-to-heart conversation.

“Sorry. My nose got the better of me. I’m just glad he didn’t get attacked by some wild animal!”

Oakwood chuckles for a moment, Cloudjumper still feeling like she’d been called out. She doesn’t feel guilty for doing that to Chestnut since, well, he obviously likes it. Still, that was kinda awkward.

“Y’have a good day, Cloudjumper.”

“You too, sir.”

She watches the older stallion fully turn this time around, walking back up to the house. While she’s not necessarily angry with him, she’s a little shocked that he’d be so brazen to make it known what he’d seen. Most ponies would’ve kept quiet… though Oak is a little different in that regard, she supposes.

She stops her shuffling, walking briskly back to Chestnut. He’d stopped staring at the check, though it’s still in the grass in front of him.

“You alright?” he asks as his ‘kitty friend’ approaches him.

“Yeah, your grandpa just wanted a little talk. I’m good.”

Chestnut cocks an eyebrow, squinting slightly at her. He knows a fib when he sees one, and she’s fibbing.

“He was bein’ nosy, wasn’t he.”

“...Yeah, kinda.”

“What about?”

“The marks on your back,” Cloudjumper says, nodding toward his withers. She sits down beside him, turning her head to look at those markings. They do stand out, in fairness. She’d be curious, too.

“Just be glad y’haven’t heard him use bedroom talk on Granny. Seriously, that old man’s got his head in the gutter.”

Cloudjumper grimaces, entirely unwilling to hear anything further about that.

“I don’t wanna know.”

“Good, ‘cause I’m not explainin’ it,” Chestnut returns with a laugh, leaning over to give her a handsome serving of nuzzles. Her anxiety from the earlier conversation with Oak fades rather quickly due to the affectionate gesture and she finds herself purring moments later.

They rest for a few minutes longer, before Chestnut decides to announce what he’s gonna do.

“Gotta run this into town and deposit it. The entire family’d ring my neck if I lost it,” Chestnut states, picking up the check carefully with his lips. He looks over at CJ, before nodding his head toward town.

“Comin’?” he asks. She nods, her wings giving a little flutter. She likes going on walks.

The both of them head to town, Chestnut stopping by the bank to make his deposit. He's still a bit flabbergasted by the sudden payment, and it certainly doesn't help when he's given a receipt. Despite being given some good suggestions he's still unsure of what to do with it.

He'll probably just take his Grandpa's advice. A home of his own sounds nice, and getting out sounds just as appealing.

Given they’d put most of the day to use already, they decide to retreat back indoors. After cleaning the exterior of the animal barn and the hay shed, they haven’t much else to do. Instead of the usual work, they gather together for a late dinner.

It goes over nicely, though it's the first actual dinner they've all had together, Cloudjumper included. She gets to share a summary of her story and background, Chestnut's grandparents, mother and father getting to share some of their stories as well. Their nights go over pretty well, Lavender and Cloudjumper wind up doing the dishes together which results in more talking—mostly about what plans may lie ahead for CJ and Chestnut.

Of course, it’s still pretty early to decide what’s really going to happen, but Cloudjumper isn’t the type to miss an opportunity that’s very clearly easy to take. That’s what she’d told Lavender, and that’s what she plans on rolling with.

Finishing their cleaning up, they relax in the living room together. The grandparents share some stories of their past, Redwood and Lavender tell about how they met. Cloudjumper gets to learn a fair bit of information about the family she’s been staying with for a couple weeks now.

Their storytelling comes to an end as the night starts to grow late, and all three couples find their way to their respective rooms. Chestnut had insisted that Cloudjumper stay in his room, and she’d found no reason to deny that opportunity. It’s warmer, the bed is more comfortable than the straw in the barn, it smells better and she gets to sleep with him! Who would take sleeping on straw in a barn over that?

Of course, their slumber isn’t immediate. Chestnut and CJ have their bit of fun, though it mostly involves a long session of slow kissing and maybe a little bit of rubbing here and there. Nothing to get them too worked up, but just enough to leave them thinking about it, fantasizing.

Tomorrow is his birthday, and she has a plan to put fantasy into reality. It can wait until then. She has a feeling he’ll like the start to his day, given she executes it correctly.

After a cozy night's rest snuggled up to him, she's the first to wake. Usually it's the other way around, but in this case she's happy to be the first awake. She slips out of bed, wandering her way into the bathroom, taking a few moments to clean herself up, brush her hair and teeth, tying her hair up… actually, she doesn't tie her hair up. Maybe Chestnut will like seeing her with her hair down. And besides, even with paws it's kinda hard to tie hair up.

She sneaks downstairs, making her way to the front door. Lavender is awake too, so she decides to add her into the plan.

"Hey, missus Lavender? Could you let Chestnut know I'll be out in the barn? I'm gonna feed the animals."

"Sure. I'm surprised he's not up already. I'll let him know."

Nice.

"Thanks!"

"No problem."

She goes to the barn without further delay, taking a deep breath. It's a cool morning, a little humid but cozy otherwise. Thinking about what she has planned, she can't help but feel a bit excited—not just for herself, but for Chestnut too. He'd gotten so eager when she'd used only her paws, so she's curious to see how he'll react when she offers something a little… warmer.

She steps into the building after sliding open one of the two doors, immediately busying herself. She grabs some feed, dumping the contents into the cow's trowels as well as topping off their water before moving onto the chickens. There's a few pans dedicated to their feed, so she's careful not to step into the pen itself, taking her time in making sure they get their food and water too. With that done, she cleans her paws with the hose and goes back to the interior center of the barn.

Cloudjumper looks around, spying some bales of hay. They're not very tall, but if she plays her cards right they'll work out just fine. She flops herself onto one, rolling onto her back.

It's comfortable, and with a testing shake she decides it's not going anywhere too easily. This should do just fine. She removes herself from the makeshift surface, sitting beside it with her forelegs propped on it. She licks her lips, realizing she's salivating since she’s getting a little worked up while waiting. She can't deny that she's thought about doing this very thing to him before, and now it's just a matter of whether or not he acts upon it.

When she hears hoofsteps nearing the barn her wings fluff up, restlessly squirming as she sits. Her ears fold against her head, but unfold as soon as one of the barn doors starts rolling open.

It's him!

"Good morning birthday boy!" she chants in a happy tone, the tip of her tail thumping against the floor. She finds herself licking her lips again, her heart starting to thud away in her chest.

"Mornin'! You look excited," Chestnut returns her greeting, his voice still a hair tired, slightly raspy. The fur on her neck puffs up regardless—she loves his morning voice. He walks over to her, leaning down and planting a kiss on the cat's cheek.

"Never seen ya with your hair down before. It's cute," he says. It looks like she brushed it too, given it's a little straighter. Still fluffy, but in an appealing way. He takes notice of her body language, her wiggling in place and her pupils dilated to the point that her golden irises are harder to see.

It's clear as day that she's thrilled about something. What exactly that is, he's unsure.

"Whatcha thinkin' about?" he asks, almost cautiously. CJ merely smiles wider, before wiggling her eyebrows.

"Things," she teases, before patting the bale of hay she has her forelegs resting on.

"Have a seat. I wanna do something."

Chestnut looks at the hay, then back to her before shrugging. He's still waking up, so having a seat doesn't sound like a bad idea. Stepping to the side of the bale, he carefully laid down on top of it, stomach down. She playfully grumbles, gently nudging his side.

"Lay on your back, big guy?" she asks. He looks at her, puzzled. Why can't he lay on his stomach?

"Pleeease?" she presses, her tone as sweet as she can muster. He gives in, carefully rolling over so he doesn't flop off of the thing he's trying to lay on. Once done, he looks over at her with an expression as if to ask: Is this okay?

CJ licks her lips again, but now it's because he's on full display. She starts rubbing his chest and the upper half of his stomach, smiling as Chestnut seems to relax, closing his eyes and resting on the bale of hay. His tail lightly swishes and his ears lazily flop sideways, the smile on his face indicating comfort.

Her paw on his stomach rubs lower, grazing against his sheath. His eyes open a little, but they shut again when she continues her rubs around it.

“I was thinking of giving you a little birthday gift,” Cloudjumper says, eyes flicking to his face. He looks over, staring for a moment as if expecting her to continue.

“And what might that be?” he questions, watching the cat bite the inside of her lip. Despite knowing her for only a couple of weeks, he’s caught onto how her body language works pretty well. She seems reluctant, but also like she really wants something.

“I… think it’d be better to surprise you,” she answers, feeling confident. Still a little nervous that he might get fussy or worried considering her teeth, but she can prove herself just fine. She did it without problems when he was worried about her claws!

A surprise? Chestnut looks down at her paw that’s teasing around his bits. He considers how she’s acting also, like licking her lips and wiggling her lower half. Also, her wings have been fluffed up since he came in here, which is usually a sign that she’s a bit more ‘bedroom excited’, or so it seems. She’s always been a little wiggly whenever they start getting… touchy-feely.

He connects the dots fairly easily, thanks to her being somewhat horrible at hiding what she’s getting at. His suspicion is aroused further as her paw rubs his balls directly, following up with applying more pressure to his sheath. Her ‘gift’ is something she’s done to him before, but it’s still definitely a gift to him nonetheless. He’s really learned to love those damn paws, so soft and far more dexterous than hooves.

“Yer such a horndog,” he sighs, laughing quietly.

“And?” she asks, watching his member start to slip from his sheath. Still salivating, yep...

“Wasn’t complainin’, don’t lemme stop ya,” Chestnut murmurs, his face contorting as he gets excited too. Cloudjumper looks his expression over, happy to find that her stallion’s face is a little redder than usual. Her eyes backtrack, looking at his thick, mottled member at half-mast growing by the moment. She shivers, feeling herself attempt to clench, a wink following.

One paw lifts the floppy, heavy thing by its base while the other lifts his jewels, Cloudjumper's eyes stuck to the point that is all of… him. By him meaning that outstandingly sized dick and those big nuts accompanying it—he's not huge for his body size, but by default he's a massive stallion. Although it's early to be thinking about it, she can't but feel a little anxious thinking about how this beast is gonna fit somewhere other than her mouth.

She leans forward, deciding to make her first move. She flops his length toward her, angling herself so she can see his face while the upper third of his dick presses against her cheek. It really is heavy, and warm to boot!

She angles it downward so it's hanging right in front of her lips, smiling while he looks at her. He even sits upright to get a better view, propped on his elbows.

Her mouth opens, and out comes her tongue to swipe across his tip—he gasps, surprised by the difference in comparison to her paws. Given it was only her tongue it wasn't hugely significant, but it was noticeable!

She doesn't do it again though, not just yet. She wants to warm him up into something proper, so she performs with her paw pads for now. The taste of pre she'd collected on her tongue is noticeably sweet, the bitterness being minimal. She's never really gotten a taste of, well, decent cum. Thank gods he doesn't eat the mess that some city restaurants serve, or this would be a repeat offense.

Cloudjumper presses his stiffening length against his belly, stroking up and down by using his stomach, his cock sandwiched between that and her paw. Her ears swivel to listen to his grunts, his body attempting to hump in response to the pressure against his shaft. Cloudjumper notices his eyes are half-lidded, locked onto the sight of his dick being effectively pressed and rubbed against his stomach.

Cloudjumper continues her actions until he's leaking precum sufficiently, which doesn't take very long at all. The reasoning behind that is simple: better lubrication, plus she wouldn't mind tasting it again.

She moves to the end of the hay bale that has his butt end almost hanging off of it, spreading his hindlegs to maneuver herself between them. Once she's certain she's comfortable with the positioning, she grabs his throbbing piece and angles it toward herself. She kisses the tip, her eyes looking up at him as her tongue pokes out of her mouth, starting to lather his bulbous head in circular motions with saliva. She gets another taste of that transparent liquid he's leaking, a purr starting to rise in her chest as she watches him react.

Chestnut's thoughts are a bit scrambled, but not in a bad way. As aroused as he is, thinking clearly isn't the usual cakewalk. Watching his partner use her mouth on him isn't something he thought he'd be experiencing today, but complaining isn't in mind at all. The sensation is pleasant, his viewpoint is pristine and the way she's looking up at him while doing it is hitting a mental button he didn't even know he had.

Her maw opens wide, and with her teeth on display he can't help but feel a fearful tingle shoot down his spine. It doesn't help that she's moving toward the same thing she'd just been bathing in spit. He almost stops her, but when she manages to fit the fat tip of his cock into her mouth, fear is thrown out the window completely.

And then she starts slowly sinking downward. Chestnut groans, his eyes rolling upward as he closes them for long enough to just take it all in.

The urge to roll his hips toward her is strong as he gets his first feel of a blowjob, but he manages to hold himself still. Her eyes flutter closed as she descends, focusing on the task while Chestnut registers the feeling of her tongue, the roof of her mouth, the incredible warmth…

The idea of shoving her head down also comes to mind, but he feels like that'd be a bad idea.

Cloudjumper is faring well enough, managing to cram a good third of him into her mouth without too much fuss. She hasn't done this in a while, and Chestnut is considerably bigger than what she's tried before, but that doesn't stop the confident kitty from persisting. She feels his crown poke the back of her mouth, and she takes a deep breath. This will undoubtedly be 'the hard part'.

CJ loosens her throat, relaxing herself as she forces herself downward even further. Chestnut's left to the merciless feeling of her throat making way for his member, his eyes shooting open as he watches her engulf half, two thirds, three quarters—almost the entire thing. Due to her angling she can't complete the journey to his crotch, but he doesn't give a single damn about that. The feeling of her throat completely throttles him, and he's left grunting and panting as she starts attempting to swallow. It feels like the mount at the clinic but better, warmer, tighter.

Nearing his tipping point already, Chestnut's feeling the urge to move his hips again. He sits completely upright, his forelegs seeming to be on autopilot as they start reaching for her head, though she's… pulling back? Slowly tugging his length free of her gullet, inch by inch until he's free of her throat and then free of her mouth entirely.

At a loss for words, Chestnut stares at her while she clears her throat, wiggling her jaw. She's phased, yes, but it doesn't seem like much. He's extremely confused about how she did that, but he's not about to interrogate her when his prick has a coating of her saliva glazing it, ready for re-entry.

"Trade me spots."

Chestnut blinks. What?

"Huh?"

Cloudjumper uses her paw to emphasize, drawing a circle toward the ground.

"You get up, I lay down. You'll see why."

Confused and horny as all get-out, Chestnut rolls off of the makeshift bedding to see what her next plan is. He stands at attention just as much as his soaked phallus, watching the feline lay where he was, but reversed. Now lying on her back, the cat smiles up at him and taps her chin with a single digit.

"Do you see what I'm getting at now?"

Chestnut stares, befuddled. She's just laying down. He hasn't the slightest idea of what she's trying to accomplish.

She figured he'd do something like this. That's fine, she'd rather say it how she likes.

"You know what to do with that mount you was talking about at the clinic, right?"

Chestnut's brows perk, before he shrugs and nods.

"I reckon, yeah."

"Well," she sweetly murmurs, rubbing her thighs together. She's insanely hot and bothered, and thinking about what he's gonna be doing to her shortly is only adding onto it.

"Pretend you're at the clinic, but instead of using the mount…" she taps her chin again.

"You use this instead."

She opens her mouth again, her tongue out past her chin. Chestnut puts two and two together pretty quickly, now under the guise that she wants him to, well, fuck her face.

That's ridiculously hot.

"I… uh…"

Cloudjumper stops him with a swift raise of her paw.

"Nuh-uh! I'll be fine, and if for some reason I'm not, I'll make it known."

Chestnut whimpers, his eyes locked on her muzzle. He's worried he'll hurt her, but at the same time he really wants it!

"I promise."

He shivers, feeling his piece stiffen and slap crudely against his underside. She promised, and if she really thinks she can do it, then he'll trust her judgement.

Chestnut approaches closer, rearing onto his hindlegs before planting his hooves on the bale. Cloudjumper's view is… certainly intimidating. Above her is Chestnut in all his glory, from his huge self to his huge cock, right in her face. As his tip pokes her muzzle she opens her mouth, reaching up to guide him with her paws.

Chestnut's tip bumps her chin, so she reaches a paw up to pat his rump.

"Crouch just a little," she suggests, and when he does he lines up perfectly. Trial and error being minimal is always nice! She opens wide, tapping his rump again to let him know he can move.

Chestnut doesn't wait, but he's not greedy either. He carefully moves his hips forward, groaning as he's met with the confines of her warm, wet mouth. He moves in baby steps, getting a feel for the new sensations by giving small rocks of his hips to and fro. His body tenses as she moans around her mouthful, his tip flaring for a moment while he continues his very gentle motions.

Cloudjumper isn't complaining that he's starting slowly, but as the moments pass she comes to the realization that he's not making any effort to really get into it. 'It' being his careful and repetitive actions, the other 'it' being her throat. Her jaw can only handle this for so much time, and while she's fine for now, it won't last forever.

She decides to give him a push—or rather a pull in this case. Both of her forelegs reach up, grabbing his butt to pull him in, but even still he's reluctant. Grumbling around the shaft in her mouth, she decides aggression will solve the problem.

Out come the claws, digging into his hide as she pulls harder, threatening to penetrate skin. Chestnut yelps, instinctively trying to move himself from her clawed grip which leads to progress being made significantly. His cock forcefully allows itself into her throat, and with those sharp claws still threatening to poke his hide, he's not stopping there.

Cloudjumper's claws retract and she trades her aggressive encouragement for praise, giving his buttocks a firm squeeze with both paws. She silently thanks the fact she's half gryphon; if she weren't, her throat would be under extreme stress.

Not to say there's no stress at all, no, that's not the case. His girth alone is a harder pill to swallow than anything she's ever eaten whole.

Chestnut stops his panicking, his head turning to look back at one of her paws kneading into his pelt. He turns his head forward and down, taking a moment to look under himself. The sight he's met with will remain in his mind for as long as he lives, he's sure of it.

She has every single inch of him in her mouth, her throat bulging for obvious reasons. A gentle swing of his hips forward and her nose would be stuffed between his balls.

A pat of her paws reminds him where his dick is, followed by her starting—or at least trying—to swallow.

He responds with a grunt, a hind hoof stomping against the floor. His excitement has escalated all over from that alone.

"Fuck," he sharply mumbles, suddenly feeling at a loss of breath, a nicker leaving the stallion as he starts to move. Pulling his hips back reveals the sensation of her convulsing throat muscles, and once he reaches the entrance of her throat he slides right back into that blissfully snug tunnel.

His want to be careful is fading fast, and Cloudjumper is eating it up. Her paws move, one to his side and one between her hindlegs, playing with her soaked cunny as Chestnut fucks her face. The next thrust that comes is particularly greedy, her body tensing as she's shifted atop the hay bale.

He's losing control, but she's plenty content with that idea. This is a gift after all, and he's free to use his gift however he likes.

Well, given she can handle it. She's usually pretty confident, but he's starting to really settle into getting rough. With another rock of her entirety thanks to his enthusiasm and a healthy dose of pre right into the deep confines of her throat, she decides it'd be best for not only her wellbeing, but his ability to control himself to give him a limit. She pushes against his thighs, indicating that he's giving a little too much for her to handle.

"Huh—oh, sorry!" he yelps, pulling back enough so that he's only in her mouth. She takes a few moments to gather some air, moaning as she brings a paw between her hindlegs again and starts rubbing, feeling her eyes water. She's been a little turned on by blowjobs before, but this is another story entirely. This is pleasing a guy she's actually with, not just romping with overnight. She can only imagine how turned on she'll be when the roles are reversed…

"Mmh!" she pats the stallion's butt, giving him permission to continue. He wastes no time rolling his hips forward, her throat once again receiving a stress test. He's easier on her than before, letting her properly adjust by going at a pace that's reasonable.

There's something crudely satisfying about feeling those weighty testes bump against her nose here and there, fueling her arousal like dumping gasoline on a bonfire. Her paw rubs somewhat erratically against her presenting button, her hindlegs twitching as she listens and feels the stallion above her grunt and hiss through his teeth as he revels in the blissful feeling of her throat.

While gentler than earlier, his pistoning is becoming more erratic. She knows there's no way he's getting worn down, and the telltale feeling of his tip starting to expand lets her know that he's starting to get close. He doesn't seem to last very long, but that's a good thing in her case. She can only handle so much of the meat being stuffed in her throat at a time.

An available paw moves to her throat, feeling it and squeezing as Chestnut causes it to distend. Cloudjumper squeezes her thighs around her other paw, trying to keep her attention on his moves and her soaked snatch at the same time.

Chestnut's really putting his hips into it while trying to be mindful of the throat his member is lodged in, not wanting to overdo it and cause her stress. He can feel CJ squeezing her throat, the friction more noticeable while the feline squeezes around the part of her neck that bulges the most—his tip! That feeling in the base of his dick is building quickly, and his flare is growing to its full size, Chestnut picking up speed and screwing the cat's pipe deeper as he nickers and tries to announce that he's just around the corner.

"G-gonna—!" he mutters, his face contorting as he humps forward as far as he can, Cloudjumper's eyes screwing shut as her throat is subjected to a massive, fully flared dick in it. Not knowing how to react other than do her best to cope, the cat continues furiously rubbing between her hindlegs as she feels that thick meat pulsate.

Chestnut's 'gift' in return is coating her throat in a thick layer of hot batter, each pump of his virile seed being shot straight into her. The stallion stomps his rear hooves against the barn floor as he serves his partner a prolific quantity of his jism, casting ropes while she struggles to hold for him to finish. She could hardly handle him unflared, this is beyond her limit.

Feeling overwhelmed, the cat pushes against one of his thighs while she continues rubbing herself, backing the stallion's pole out of her throat and into her mouth—hasty decision-making is evident as her cheeks bulge from the ridiculous size of him, not to mention the fact he's still cumming.

Chestnut already misses the feeling of being lodged in that tightness, but he recognizes her discomfort and pulls all the way out of her mouth. Cum spills from the cat's lips and onto the floor as his swollen crown exits with a crude schlup! Thankfully her teeth hadn't caught the skin, though they were certainly poking..

A few final spurts emits from the stallion's physical pride, slinging ropey white fluid onto the underside of her jaw, neck and chin. She swallows what'd built up in her maw, gasping for air just after.

It's just enough to send her over the edge, Cloudjumper shoving a digit into herself and grinding against her paw. Her body spasms and twitches as she gets her relief, moans of pleasure echoing through the barn while she achieves climax. Between moans she utters his name, her eyes opening just enough to see the swinging mass between his hindlegs right in front of her nose, which boosts the eroticism of the act as a whole.

Chestnut, coming down from his euphoria, spectates. The calls of his name, her noises of enjoyment and the fact that he'd just unloaded in her mouth is more than enough to make him feel not only thankful, but obligated to make sure she gets her support and enjoyment. He backs up, sitting on his haunches while leaning down to give her a kiss on the lips, deciding against holding it since she clearly needs to catch her breath. After a minute or so she seems to relax, coming back to Equiis, her eyes looking more focused. Glazed, but not rolling into her skull.

"You okay?" he asks, smiling as she nods, still in a haze.

"Mnnhm, that—that was hot."

Chestnut grins. Yeah, that was pretty damn hot all right.

"Y'need some water?" he asks, to which she shakes her head. CJ groans, rolling off of the bale and onto the ground, carelessly letting herself plop right onto the strawbed beside the hay.

"In a minute. Just… lay with me," she says, patting the spot next to her. Without protest, Chestnut takes the spot she'd recommended, minding his step. Despite nutting so hard, he's faring well. CJ seems to be more out of it than him, but that doesn't mean he didn't enjoy what happened just now, no, not at all.

"You taste nice," she softly notes aloud, her tongue grazing her lips. She looks over at him, silently thankful he doesn't eat greasy stuff and candy. All those fruits and veggies result in a decent aftertaste of what he'd… deposited. Sweet, but not overbearing. The bitterness was mild, and his stuff was creamy and smooth, it didn't just stick like tape. It's the worst when it's like that…

"Glad ya think so. Ya sound a little raspy, it's kinda cute," he replies, to which he receives a bewildered look from the feline.

"Have you seen your own dick?" she asks with a breathy laugh, rubbing her throat with a paw. Yep, that's gonna be sore later.

"What about it?"

"I'm surprised I can speak properly. I know you haven't been with anyone before me, so I'll be the first to give you a heads up—you're fucking hung."

"Like a horse?" he asks. She stares at him plainly, blinking a couple of times. He just…

"...Yes. You… you're aware you're a horse, right?"

"Yep!"

She loves his weird way of being a goofball, she can't deny it. She playfully rolls her eyes and puts a paw on his side, rubbing.

"Jackass," CJ taunts him, Chestnut cocking an eyebrow.

"Rude," he replies, feigning offense. He gives her another kiss, resting his head beside hers just after.

Cloudjumper clears her throat, looking at him. She'd say the went pretty well, considering he could've just dismissed her want for him to be gentle and did what he liked. She's glad he can show some restraint, especially for bedroom moments.

A couple guys in the past were… well, she'd decidedly call them inconsiderate. At least they were easier to handle, so it wasn't too bad. She's never sexually interacted with a guy bigger than herself up until she met and got to know Chestnut.

It's weird to be the smaller one. A really good kind of weird.

"Thank you, the gift was nice," Chestnut says, clearing the silence. She stops zoning out, ears perked before she laughs. He seems a little confused, so she decides to respond.

"You're welcome—but you don't have to thank me, big guy," she states, before leaning upward, her mouth right beside his ear.

"It won't be the only time. I loved it," she says, her warm breath tickling his ear as she whispers into it.

Chestnut swallows thickly, shivering as his eyes widen and his cheeks redden. He's heard the word before, what is it…?

Kinky. Yeah, that's it.

"Not complainin'," he murmurs, shifting in his spot. He'd just managed to re-sheath himself, but that'll change if she keeps up that tone. Thankfully she seems to relent, trading her saucy tone for an affectionate rub against his neck.

The pair rests quietly, taking the next few minutes to relax and cuddle, kisses shared and smiles galore. Chestnut is the one to break the cuddle, coming to a stand while nodding his head toward the door.

"We should clean up with the hose 'n' head inside when we dry off. Don't wanna go in with a, uhh…"

"Yeah, I know. My mouth smells like cock," she notes, interrupting. Chestnut raises his eyebrows. Not a terrible thing in her mind, but she still wants to brush her teeth and avoid Chestnut's family from smelling, well, Chestnut's nut on her breath. Plus, there might be cum on her throat. That'd look oddly out of place…

The two gather themselves outside of the barn, cleaning up with the hose. They take a walk after to dry off in the morning sun, CJ's voice gradually getting more raspy as they talk on their walk. The strain of taking him is only gonna kick in more, and her throat's feeling sore already. She doesn't mind it, welcoming a reminder of their actions in the barn, though it's gonna suck not being able to talk right.

Once their walk is complete they come back to the farm, walking in and continuing the celebration of Chestnut's birthday. His mother and grandmother had whipped up a cake in the time that the couple had been interacting in the barn and on their walk. His grandfather had gifted him a new hat to replace the one that he'd accidentally gotten caught under the plow a few months back, and his mom and granny had gotten him some apparel that had to be custom ordered given his size. His dad had gotten him a jacket for the colder months, thick and comfortable! He's usually content in the winter without a jacket, but it still looks pretty nice!

Once the little party is over, Chestnut and CJ decide to have some downtime. Cuddling on the couch while the remainder of Chestnut's available family goes into town is fine with the both of them. They'd intended on just talking and enjoying the embrace of each other, but of course, they wind up falling asleep together.

They’ll be falling asleep together for a long time.