Healing Two Sprains

Chestnut grumbles as he awakens, wriggling gently on the couch as he starts returning to consciousness. There’s a sharp stinging pain, somewhere on the back of the base of his neck, as well as between his shoulders… his eyes open, and the reasoning for that pain becomes slowly, but surely clear.

Cloudjumper is hugging him, quite tightly in fact. Whatever she’s dreaming about must be intense, so he backs his head down and away from her to get a good look at what the feline is doing. At first, he thinks: Maybe it’s a nightmare? But, with the realization that her eyes are open, revealing that she’s definitely awake, plus the purring he’s now noticing, he frowns at the cat currently subjecting him to her claws.

“You alright?” he asks quietly. Her claws seem to dig in more, and he’s left arching his back away from her—why?!

“Mhm..” she hums back, relinquishing her claws for a moment. Chestnut silently thanks his lucky stars she didn’t continue; he might wind up with scars elsewise.

“I’m not y-yer scratch pad, hon..” he mumbles, relaxing back into her grasp with caution.

“I beg to differ..” she laughs, lapping at his throat, nipping him… something is up. Not only can he tell from her current mannerisms, but from something hitting his nose as well. Something fierce.

“Big guy…” she says, her voice low and sultry. It takes a moment for Chestnut to recognize that something is different from the Cloudjumper he’s typically used to. She’s acting funny. Nothing is necessarily different from her scent, but something is awry; a scent he’s smelled before, and frequently in the past couple of days.

“Yeah?”

“I had a dream about you..” she murmurs, stuffing her nose into the fluff of his neck. Oh! Well, that sounds sweet!

“What kind of dream?” he decides to ask.

“You… and I were out in the apple orchard. Picking those Goodland trees, chatting… and, well. Sexy stuff.” she reveals, a paw traveling down his side, slinking to his lower stomach.

“And this..” she emphasizes while groping his sheath.

“All of it.” she punctuates.

“Was..” she starts, trailing that same paw to his foreleg, guiding his hoof to her tummy now, gently traveling down her lithe body… to have him directly contact her lips—the ones between her hips, of course.

“...in here.” she finishes, smirking up at him. Ah. Chestnut swallows at the idea, though there’s no denying he’d like to see how that dream went first-hoof.

“Ya… ya dreamt of us, uh… screwin’?” he asks. CJ stares at him blankly for a long moment…

He’s a dense fucker. He really is. Something about tainting that innocence has always entertained her, however…

“I dreamt of us mating.” she says sternly, prodding his nose with a single digit of her paw.

“Having sex. Fucking. Reproducing.”

Chestnut, once neutral and calm, now has cheeks so red that he may as well be the color of a ripe apple himself.

“Ah.. heh..” he weakly responds, ears folding back as he tries to avoid eye contact. Having enough of whatever front he’s trying to put up, she rolls herself over to be on top of him rather than the couch. With her ass seated on his lower belly, she snatches up his forelegs and forcibly pins them beside his head, rolling her hips all-the-while.

“Cordiality is great, sweetheart…” she says with a smoothness in her voice, Chestnut staring plainly back at her.

“Uh..” he mumbles.

“But you should be more confident. You’re a big and strong guy, handsome, sweet as can be… and you’re hung—”

“—yep...” he interrupts, referring to their conversation almost months ago. She can’t help but smile, putting more of her weight onto his forelegs to keep him in place. She knows he can lift her up whenever he wants, but she also knows that he won’t.

“Yeah..? Now… that wagon you picked up yesterday. It came with a mattress, right?” she questions.

“...Yep.”

Cloudjumper grins, releasing his forelegs so she can sit upright, bringing her paws to her soft-looking and slim form, notably her belly.

“So… imagine us, on that comfortable, big bed?” she asks, to which he nods. Of course he can! They’ve been sleeping together for over a month now.

“Can you imagine me riding you in this position?” she asks, rolling her hips once more as she sits upright, her bottom seated against his sheath, her lower lips mere millimeters from where his dick would spill out. He stares downward, tilting his head, seeming to really, really think over it…

“I uh… can’t. Never done it.”

Feeling one of her eyes twitch, likely from annoyance, she stops rolling her hips. Turns out there’s a barrier with virgin males as well, obviously comparing a hymen to their imagination.

Gotta break that ‘hymen’ to give them insight to what they’re missing. Once that’s achieved… well? It makes them hornier! That’s the point for some.

The more they fantasize, the more they’re willing to act upon that fantasy. That’s what she requires currently, though she’s willing to step down in favor of Chestnut’s lack of experience. Taking a breath, she smiles down at him and nods in agreement.

“True, you haven’t. D’you wanna change that?” she queries.

“I mean.. yes. But… maybe in a bit? Haven’t had breakfast, and I’d really like a glass of water to go with it…”

Cloudjumper’s brows raise, and she looks up at nothing in particular… she hadn’t considered breakfast, or even water. She was mostly thinking sex in a way? That’s ironic. It’s something guys usually do, but… here she is on the other side, gaining insight completely out of nowhere.

There is one thing, however.

She wants him. That’s really all there is to it. Two lovers coming together, doing… that love thing. Yeah!

“You’ve got fish in the fridge. Hardly two days old.” he mentions to her, which makes her ears perk. Fish? She loves fish!

If she recalls correctly… salmon! Her favorite!

“...Yeah, breakfast wouldn’t hurt…” she mumbles, rolling her hips a final time before getting off of him. Chestnut, secretly relieved that she’s relenting, rolls off of the couch alongside her to lead the way to the kitchen.

He decides on a variety of fruits and veggies to start the day. Apple slices, carrot shavings, lettuce and spinach, starfruit and baby onions, the works of what’s needed to keep a large-stature stallion of his caliber full of energy. He even tries a bite of Cloudjumper’s fish; and it’s surprisingly tasty! He’d initially thought it wasn’t his thing, because fish isn’t something he’s familiar with, nor are draft-based ponies around here. Turns out he can eat it just fine! Well, as long as it’s paired with something else, like bread.

Cloudjumper sticks to her dietary needs; primarily protein, that being the fish. Of course some greens and berries, roasted walnuts and pistachios… they’re thrown in, since that stuff is the right choice for a healthy diet. It also makes for a nice, crisp attentional texture for what is elsewise tender, raw and fatty fish.

Oh. And salt. Salt is fuckin’ bangin’.

Doing the dishes alongside her mate, Cloudjumper eyes him up as he scrubs and rinses, meanwhile she’s drying and putting away the ceramic plateware. She’s sure to garner as much attention as she can out of him, a kitty on a mission. Each time he passes a dish to her, she gives stronger hints; a lingering touch of her paw on his hoof, a long pause to assure him she’s watching, even a kiss gets mingled in with something so simple; a chore.

“Ya really are eyeballin’ me, aren’t ya..” he quietly notes.

“Mhm. The living room floor would be fine, too.”

Chestnut can’t help but glare at her for a moment, brows knitted.

“Yer far too horny. But… I love ya.” Chestnut shares with a gentle grin, shutting the water off and backing away from the sink. The massive stallion walks to his partner, leaning down to give her a much-deserved kiss on the lips—and there’s zero chaste in it. She’d expected gentleness, much like he always gives, but no no no, he’s forward!

His tongue assaults hers quicker than she could’ve ever expected, and it’s throwing her a curveball beyond fierce.

“You’ll get yer fun, okay? Just lemme warm up to that idea.” Chestnut assures, breaking the kiss to transfer from her lips to her forehead. All things considered, Cloudjumper can’t help but smile! Sweet as he is, pensive as he may be about, well, screwing her, she can’t deny he’s awfully considerate of her. It’s nice!

“Can you at least tell me how hard?” Cloudjumper asks, clearly in the mood for teasing.

“...Iunno?” he half-answers, sounding pensive. She huffs through her nose, mind rampant with ideas, scenes in her head, and far less than basic formalities when they get down to pick that bone.

Mmh… bone. His bone. His boner.

She likes his boner.

And that admittedly raises some suspicion. She’s a horny little shit, there’s no denying that! But!—she’s not typically so horny that her brain feels fuzzy and her loins are tingling so much that she desires anything other than the air itself being between them. The moment she woke up, she was thinking of Chestnut railing her so hard that he wouldn’t recognize the color of his own cock after, utterly spent after filling her womb so full that her belly grows a small size…

…hmm. Stopping to think for a moment, CJ comes to a staunch realization.

She’s in heat. Early, worst of all.

This could be really bad.

This… could be really amazing, too.

“You smell funny.” Chestnut says, startling her out of her daze.

“Thanks?” she frowns, stuffing her nose into his neck. Her nips continue, her thighs feeling alight with a fire she hasn’t felt in years.

“You okay?” he asks, Chestnut feeling a grumble along his collar.

“I.. don’t know…” she mutters. She’s practically inhaling his scent, like her sniffer can bottle up his aroma for safe-keeping.

There’s an obvious sense of silence for the both of them. Questions asked? Unanswered. Feelings provoked without resolution, the closeness between the two of them merely growing more immediate. They both want something, but both are nervous to take on the act for their own reasons.

“...I’m in heat, I think.” Cloudjumper answers, Chestnut’s ears perking at the news. That explains her ‘funny’ scent, his nose picking up something he’s unfamiliar with. Given she’s partially, if not mostly feline, it explains why he isn’t familiar with the smell.

He’s been around mares in heat, or estrus, or whatever it may be called. Never has he been around a gal that has griffon and pegasus lineage, that’s also in heat… or any gal, really—but whatever! The griffon bit threw him off, that’s for certain.

It explains why he’s struggling to keep himself sheathed. As ‘funny’ as that smell may be, his mind is far from calm. He’s simply skilled at being calm.

“You wanna do something about it?” he daringly asks, feeling a sharpness in his collar that wasn’t there before. She’s biting him, quite hard, and irrefutably in a possessive manner.

“Didn’t think you’d be asking to put a kid in me so soon…” she whispers, moving lower to nip at his chest.

“I, um… I wasn’t...” Chestnut responds with a gentle bout of nervous laughter, pressing his nose between her ears. He’s still thinking about the whole sex thing, how it could go, trying to put down his nervousness to do that deed in full.

They’ve been together for well over a month now. Is it too soon to do that deed? They’ve fondled each other, rubbed each other off… had their mouths between each other's thighs, kissed for at least an hour a day since being with each other.

Would sex really be so out of place, given what they’ve done already?

Reality? No. But also reality, maybe, purely based on time together. There’s no denying that Chestnut would much rather his first be his last, and given he mentioned that to Cloudjumper, he’s sure she’d understand.

But Cloudjumper is thinking in a way that may surprise him.

She wants him to be her last, that’s certain. But…!

She also wants him to feel like her first. Gentle, calm, inexperienced, angsty, pressured and unusual, almost even foreign. But pleasurable, intense, exciting, and most importantly…

Like it means something other than simply getting off.

That’s what sex has been for her up until she met him. That night he yanked on her tail as she tried to rest in that tree… at first, she’d wanted to maim him. Curse him out, slap his face, bare her teeth. She’s glad she hadn’t taken that route! Because... now?

She wants to fuck him. She wants him to fuck her. She’s hoping he’s in the same boat!

“Probably best we don’t do that if yer in heat, though..” he comments with an apprehensive tone.

Her tail twitches, smacking against the floor. She agrees! But she disagrees even more. Going through heat without relief is, for lack of a better word, gross. The sweating, the higher body temperature, the clenching of her sex even when she’s doing mundane things like reading or preening? It turns a typically nice and enjoyable day into something that’s more of a hot, humid, sticky, scatter-brained mess.

“Do you go through rut?” she asks, peering up at him. Chestnut tilts his head at her, pursing his lips.

“Yup. Usually a few times between spring ‘n’ fall. It ain’t as bad as gals going through estrus, I dun think…” he answers. He doesn’t know how bad most girls go through estrus, but he knows rut is significantly easier to deal with. It’s mostly just being a bit hornier than usual; rut, that is.

For him, at least. His is pretty manageable, nine times out of ten. There was one time, however… the time he’d broken the mount at the clinic. That was a rough one, literally and figuratively.

“When’s the last time you went through it?” CJ asks.

“Couple weeks before I met ya.” Chestnut responds.

Oh… wait. It’s nearing the middle of fall. There’s a good chance he’ll go through it again!

“...Yer wantin’ to be in… heat. While I’m in rut. Right?” Chestnut asks, and sharply at that.

His lack of quick-witted retorts is typically known, so CJ hadn’t expected that.

“W-well, yeah. It’d be awesome.” she chirps, rinsing off the remainder of their dishes, putting them in the strainer. She cocks her head up at him, eyes glancing rapidly from his face, to his chest, attempting to glance at his underbelly from where she is and failing… to his neck. Face. Neck. Face. Lips, neck, face, lips…

“Are you sure you’re okay?” he asks, going as far as speaking slowly. That southern drawl of his is almost entirely nonexistent for a moment.

She thinks about that for a moment. She’s never done the dirty while she’s in heat. She’s not even sure she’s okay. Taking a deep breath, she tries to think rationally, if only for a moment.

“Definitely not. We haven’t even… y’know, and I’m thinking babies. Probably not great.”

Chestnut seems relieved by her admittance, stepping around her to take the strained dishes and give them a final shinedown with a towel, silent for a few long moments as he puts them away.

“The wagon came with a bed.. pretty big one, really.” he murmurs under his breath, wrinkling his nose for a moment. She knows that look, despite her lack of ‘sex during heat’.

She’s affecting him. Her scent, that is.

That’s… great! And hideously worrisome! This entire situation is so damn confusing, and neither of them caused it. Causation or not, neither of them are sure of how to solve it without instinct getting the better of them, either.

“Did it?” she asks cautiously. She knows herself. Were she in a clear state of mind, she wouldn’t press the issue. Well… that’s a partial lie. She would, but hardly at all.

“What are those called again..” he continues muttering, furrowing his brow.

“What?” she asks, merely remaining confused.

“What’s what called?”

He stares blankly at a cupboard, squinting at it as if offended.

“The… the thing a guy puts around his piece?” he asks, eyes scanning the corners of the cupboards he’s been staring at.

What, condoms?

“Rubbers?” Cloudjumper asks.

“Condoms! That’s it!”

“Yeah, rubbers.” she laughs, nudging his side with an elbow.

“Let’s get some.” he says, face lighting up as he turns to face her.

“...Are there any in your size?” she asks, giggling at his sudden change in demeanor.

“There damn well better be!” he laughs, though his cheerful expression quickly deadpans, a realization halting his excitement.

“...But I reckon the trip to town and back would be at least thirty minutes. I guess I could go for a gallop…?” he half-says, half-asks.

“Dude. I have wings. Ten minutes there and back, fifteen tops. D’you know your, uh… dimensions?” she questions, tilting her head awkwardly at him. Once again, his face goes blank, his brows slowly furrowing once more.

“I… don’t. Wait. You play with my ding-a-ling all the time. Shouldn’t you know?” he asks.

Cloudjumper nearly chokes.

“Oh my fucking goddesses, Chestnut—you aren’t five. It’s a dick, not a ding-a-ling, you shit.” she snorts, smacking his shoulder with a paw, pressing her nose into his chest… mmh…

He smells so fucking great. If she could just bottle him up and spray that scent around whenever she could… she’d be out of stock before the sun rises in the morning. Snapping herself once again out of her absurdly… impassioned state, she backs up, clears her throat and looks up at him. Be serious! This is serious! No matter how horny-or-not-horny!

“I have a decent description in mind. If I can find the right ones, I’ll bring ‘em back.” she confirms, smiling.

Ugh. Her thighs feel like they’re being torched.

She needs some lovin’.

“Right. Just… one sec?” he says, briskly trotting to the stairs. Watching him disappear behind the walls of the home is admittedly disappointing for the sphinx, but her brain’s complaints are quashed as Chestnut returns less than a minute later with a small sack of bits.

“Here. This should be plenty.”

She admires the heft of the bagged coins in her paw.

His balls are heavier.

Good gods. She’s gonna blow a load before she returns—she’s almost sure of it. Contain yourself, kitty…

“Definitely. I’ll be back shortly, babe..” she whispers to him, giving him a kiss at the base of his throat. She may’ve added a lick and a nibble or two, but… that’s not up for discussion.

In the next dozen seconds, she’s out the door and in the air. Chestnut is left by himself to his own thoughts, prepping for his partner to come back within ten, maybe slightly more minutes. Mentally preparing himself is a bit of a challenge… he’d initially planned to let her run and get them, and maybe fake some emergency ‘thing’ that doesn’t exist because of his own nervousness.

But the more he caught himself inhaling her scent, that wondrous aroma, admiring her body with sight and touch even though it’s been so regular for multiple weeks now… he felt like giving in was natural.

Not even a couple hours ago? He was on the fence about sex.

Now? He… wants it. Badly.

He wants to put the muscles he’s built over the years to use on something other than a plow, other than heavy lifting, other than monotonous work.

She will be his work. She will be tied to him. She, although not very heavy at all, will be subject to his vigorous physical acts.

Vigorous sounds like the right word to him, at least. He has no idea how accurate his presumption is.

It’s hardly been a full minute since she’s left, and he can’t stop thinking about his tongue between her hindlegs, or his teeth gripping her nape. Or how she laps that sharp, barbed tongue across his throat, teases him with her slightly raspy, but alluring voice as he uses her thighs as a means to get off while she strikes his neck with her canines, releasing all over her belly and chest before he’d bitten her back so hard that she’d actually whimpered.

They did that recently. Two nights ago, recently. The imagery in his head makes him feel like he has photographic memory, remembering it so vividly that he could probably get off to it alone before she’s back from the store.

But he won’t be doing that, no, definitely not. He’ll be saving his ‘getting off’ for a much more suitable place.

Snapping himself back to reality while her aroma isn’t present, he rushes to the wagon after running to his room to gather some rather important things. As quickly as they’re going today, he wants to at least make sure this is something memorable, special, sweet and loving… and he’s surprisingly efficient! His large hooves, typically only good for the farmhand work he so regularly does, is provably dextrous thanks to his interactions with not only Cloudjumper, but things she’s introduced him to as well; such as preening! Yes, that’s not only done with the mouth…

Candles, different types of flowers, a singed lip from trying to light those candles with matches, an incense on the main deck to allow it to slowly and subtly flow into the bedroom of the wagon… he activates the magically-powered crystals, allowing a dim, pinkish light to peek through the semi-transparent curtains of the bedside, thanks to their lighting power. He fluffs the pillows, makes sure the bed is made right, checks over the ventilation doors on the upper walls and ceiling to be sure it’s not too warm… he even goes as far as using another crystal, this one blue and more ‘arcane-powered’, as the dealer had mentioned, to use one of the five records that was included with the wagon.

It’s a low-tempo, bassy and subtle tune. No lyrics, no sudden uprise in beat, just a calm backdrop for whatever carnal acts they’re to perform upon each other.

Upon completing his tasks, he realizes it’s only been an additional four minutes. He’s rushing, and quite heavily.

She’s probably only just found the isle she’s looking for, and he’s breaking a sweat in the wagon he’d purchased barely yesterday.

Still, he double-checks. Is there water? Yes, yes there is. To his surprise, there’s wine as well—just how much came with this wagon? There are even wine glasses, an ice cooler, a fridge, heated and cooled mattress—there’s air conditioning?! That’s really rare!

No wonder this thing was so damn expensive, even after bartering with the owner of that dealership.

Besides the point! Prep-time, big guy! You only have five more minutes, seven if you’re lucky! That damn cat is a fast flier!

He’s scrambling to make sure everything is right. No wrinkles in the bed, no funny smells coming anywhere from within or outside of the wagon, testing the bed to ensure it can endure whatever it’s hit with, making sure the water is cold, but not too cold, wafting out some of the incense in case it becomes too powerful, being sure the wicks are stable on the candles—literally everything. Never has Chestnut been so anal about completing such mundane tasks, but never has Chestnut ever had the experience of loving up to, well, a lover.

By the time he’s sure everything is good-and-well, he looks at the clock sitting on the nightstand beside the bed.

It’s been eleven minutes, total. She’ll be back within… what, four or five minutes? Probably a good time to…

Get a fan going.

Fuck. He races toward the front of the wagon, practically ripping open a drawer that contains different fans for different places—he grabs two, rushing back to the bedroom to place each on their corners, places their crystals in their compartments, and places the bi-crystals in the crystal compartments fitting for them on the big crystals—fuck, it’s confusing in his head, but it is complete! There shall be airflow! There shall be comfort in all forms!

He’s panting, sweating, eyes skeptically scanning every corner of the room. Another two minutes used up, she’s still not back… but everything looks good. Everything is adorned with what’s proper, and he feels satisfied!

Sitting on his rump for a moment to relax, he wipes his brow with the back of a foreleg, allowing himself a full breath since he’d started.

“You okay?”

Two words? Oh geez, how terrifying!

“Yes!” he yelps, head snapping to look at the newly-arrived Cloudjumper. She’s back a full minute earlier than expected!

She recognizes his stress immediately, settling the bag she’d brought back on the counter in the bedroom he’s trying to wind down and cool off in. She can see all the fancy stuff he’d put up… the fans, the readied glasses of water beyond the glass-door of the fridge, the flowers in the bed, the candle, the incense… it’s painfully sweet of him.

Cloudjumper admires his work for a few moments, taking in everything. This has never been done for her. Honestly, she’d expected nothing less of Chestnut—and this was done in less than fifteen minutes on a whim. Upon arrival, she was most certainly ready to get her mouth and cunt abused, but… as she takes more and more in, from the distressed lover stressfully sitting on his ass to the stuff he’s put together for the both of them, well…

Her heart swells, and her eyes feel more moist than usual. Her lips purse forcefully, quivering slightly as she looks around the room… it’s not perfect, no, not at all. It’s rushed, anxiously put-together, there’s even water all over the counter that he may not have realized he even spilled—but none of that matters to her. She’s never received this kind of treatment to any capacity, ever, in her lifetime.

And here he is, staring at her, gauging her body language, her facial expressions, even the way her nose is twitching as she takes in what he’s done in such a short frame of time. He’s on the verge of freaking out, though he’s done nothing wrong… no, really. For her?

He’s done everything perfectly.

“I love you.” she squeaks, voice trembling noticeably. Chestnut’s eyes snap to her mouth, her eyes, then her face in full.

“I… I love ya too.” he responds, obviously sounding a bit breathless.

“You know… I’d uh. W-wanted to screw your brains out twenty minutes ago..” she eeks out with a sniffle, rubbing her nose as she looks around.

“I… caught on, yeah..” he nervously laughs back, closing his mouth, swallowing thickly. His eyes remain on her expressions, which seem to change with each place she looks at.

“I just… I wanna spoil you now. Since the day I intruded here, you’ve been kind to me. I don’t think you realize just how sweet you are. You’re all about your best effort, you know that, right?” Cloudjumper asks, her eyes finally averting from the scenery around her to the stallion she rushed so quickly back to from the store.

“I… try.” he murmurs, biting his lip, clearing his throat. The poor sod’s trying to get over that bridge of anxiety.

“You did a damn good job, hon. Join me on the bed?” she asks, nodding her nose toward the mattress, adorned with sheets, comforters, flowers, and a gentle lighting that fits the mood absurdly well.

Chestnut looks up, the bed seeming larger than it ever did, somehow. He almost feels small.

Sex was an after-thought—what the fuck?—before. But now?

It’s actually happening—he could be engaging in such an activity. He’s too darn worked up to consider his reaction to her being in heat.

“Y-yup, right with ya.” he huffs, graduating his sitting position to a stand, plodding onto the berth alongside her.

“Surprisingly soft! Springy, too.” she shares with a laugh, trying to ease her tense stallion. It seems to help some, but not to any significant degree.

“Mhm, that’s… that was a sellin’ point for me. No point in buyin’ it if it had a crap bed..”

She tilts her head, her smile still vastly apparent, eyes traveling up and down his form to collect information.

He seems to be having some sort of anxious attack. He did this before, when they’d graduated ‘bases’, so-to-speak; cuddling, kissing, adventuring each other’s bodies, mutual masturbation, oral, and what lies beyond that isn’t intercrural sex.

“Hey, big guy?” she asks, wriggling closer to him. She wraps her forelegs around his neck, her claws peeking out just enough to strike at any moment.

“Try and relax. You’re alright. We can go at your pace, hon. Slow, steady, rough, hard… I’m yours, okay? Do what you wanna do, and don’t be scared to ask me questions. Sound good?” she asks, looking into those icy-blue irises of his. So… captivating, cold because of their color even. But kind, warm at the same time.

He silently nods, looking right back at her. He seems to get the memo, and that’s what she’d needed to continue.

Her claws gently prick against his skin, Chestnut’s body tensing as she gently scratches his skin from the base of his neck to the small of his back with her claws, watching his look of worry and nervousness fade into something calmer; enjoyment, pleasure, easing into relaxation.

“Atta boy. Better?” she asks. He nods, and she kisses his chin—which seems to help him ease up even more.

“S-sorry I’m so nervous. I… want you to enjoy it too, and… and ya voiced yer concerns earlier, about me possibly hurtin’ ya and—”

“Hey, hey, hey… It’ll be a hurdle, I can’t lie. But I’ll be fine, okay? If at any point I feel it’s too much, I promise you, I’ll let you know. Trust me?” she asks, a paw leaving his back to reside on his cheek. She can tell he’s biting the inside of the same cheek her paw is resting on, she can feel it.

“Okay. I trust ya.” he whispers back, earning a smile from his soon-coming mate in front of him.

“Good. D’you wanna kiss?” she asks. He nods.

Perfect.

She leans upward, pressing her lips to his as her other paw continues teasing at his paw, slowly and carefully raking against his skin with her claws up and toward his shoulders. As if it were some sort of medicinal treatment, he relaxes further and digs into the kissing, subtly firing up a playful competition of smooching, something she doesn’t plan on losing this time around.

Nor does he.

But as she advances more, she finds herself being overtaken. His kisses go from gentle to intense rather quickly, like he’s pushing aside his reservations to adapt himself into the moment faster. His sweet kisses turn into heated swathes of his tongue across hers, his hooves finally coming up and around her to pull her closer, the hot puffs through his nostrils tickling her cheeks while his forelegs lock her body to his.

Her hindlegs play into the action as well, wrapping around his hips, pulling every part of him closer that she can muster. His sheath is already bulging; she can feel it against the top of her sex, pulsing, warm and thick. It’s soft and slightly fuzzy, despite it being swollen by his swelling length. It’s ironic, somewhat.

His hips roll, passing a gentle shock up Cloudjumper’s nerves. His length spills out more, right as her already-moistened lips start swelling once more, greeting his length with a vibrant warmth he’s only ever felt from her mouth before. He’s definitely not in yet, no, not even close… but his protruding mass is pressing against her from its underside, that’s certain.

“Chestnut?” she calls out as she pulls from the kiss.

“Yeah?” he asks back.

Cloudjumper pulls herself up, muzzle beside her partner’s ear.

“I want you inside me...” she breathily mewls into his ear, that ear flicking in response. A part of her expects him to be even more nervous by this, but to her surprise?

He nips sharply at the place between her shoulder and throat, something between a yelp and a squeal emitting from the cat.

“Soon. Do you need any warmi—”

“No—!… uh, do you?” she halts him, but then asks. The stupendously warm, throbbing thing between speaking the obvious. It’s obvious he doesn’t need any preparation.

“I don’t..” he almost silently responds, rolling his hips, the both of them softly groaning to each other. Her eyes flick downward to the mass of flesh that’s since protruded from his sheath, fur bristling, breath shuddering.

“That’s good… you wanna continue?” she asks, her nerves tensing at the idea that he might not want to. He’s been somewhat awkward about it, after all…

“Fer some time, yeah. I, uh..” he says, looking down, just past her chest and belly to the scene between their lower halves. He seems stuck between a rock and a hard place.

“Don’t know where to start?” she asks, almost immediately being given a receptive nod from the giant atop her.

“I… do, but also don’t..” he admits, shuffling his hindquarters. Uh oh, that anxiousness of his is returning quickly. Reel him in, CJ!

“First time’s always a little awkward, big boy. D’you mind being the one on the bottom?”

He shrugs. It… really doesn’t make a difference to him, top or bottom.

“Naw, I’m fine with whatever yer more cozy with.”

She’s relieved with that, really. He would destroy her by himself. Taking the role of topping, she swiftly rolls the both of them over so that her body has the height rather than his. Her paws rest on either side of his fluffy, barreled chest as her butt comes to rest on his hips. Her claws peek out to ‘grab’ hold of the sheets beneath them, already starting to tear into them before they’ve even started. She’s soaked, dribbling messily all over the lower half of his crotch…

It could be argued that the feline is, indeed, aroused. Who would’ve guessed?

“This okay?” she asks, a smirk creeping onto her face as she rolls her hips, Chestnut’s reaction immediately showing pleasure. He was excited before, but his arousal seems to be accelerating… she plans to capitalize on that.

“M-more than great—”

Knock knock knock!

Chestnut and Cloudjumper look at each other, confused and startled. What?

“Chestnut, honey?” a voice calls from outside. Cloudjumper seems to shrink a hair, eyes widening in realization; it’s Lavender? Chestnut’s mother… she’s never come seeking them before, not like this… hell, not at all.

“Yeah?” Chestnut calls out, and to Cloudjumper’s surprise? He looks a little annoyed. It’s a face she hasn’t seen from him before, not since he’d assaulted Cedar.

“Could you be a dear and help your father and I with this cart we brought in from town? It’s a bunch of building material, and we need to get it unpacked tonight before the rain comes early tomorrow morning and—”

“Yeah, sure!” he huffs, rubbing a forehoof against his forehead. He looks between himself and Cloudjumper, his face far redder than it was just a minute ago. Is… is he angry?

He looks angry, or maybe frustrated. Is he overreacting? Well, that’s hard to say… but it’s as likely as it is unlikely, given that expression.

“It’s okay, babe..” CJ offers, even though she’s a little frustrated as well. He’s been the sole farmhand for years here, so it’s only natural that the hard bulk work would be assumed to him; he’s the bulk worker, after all, or at least until he’s off from the farm.

He takes a deep breath, exhales slowly… and his expression returns to one that CJ’s more familiar with. Calm, soothing, kind. She understands his frustration, wanting some privacy with her, having it interrupted. That’s gotta be a little infuriating, for more reasons than a few.

“First time it wasn’t me causin’ delays.” he quietly jokes, chuckling to himself. She gets herself off of him, staring between his hindlegs for a moment before he rolls off the bed. She nearly whimpers as she watches him walk to the door, sheathing that amazing dick all the while, and… out the door he goes.

She’s dribbling on the floor. Dripping… no, she’s like a damn sieve. She’s fucking horny.

Her lover, partner and relief just walked out the door in frustration, which only leads to her being just as if not more frustrated. She grumbles to herself for a moment, that discomfort growing for barely ten seconds before she finds herself bursting out of the door of the cabin, kicking the door shut before she’s following Lavender and Chestnut.

“The barn!” she exclaims, almost yelps. Naturally, both mother and son turn to look at her, confused at her sudden appearance. A notable dribble is still languidly dripping from between her hindlegs, something Lavender’s eyes catch.

“The barn?” she asks, Cloudjumper nodding hastily.

“Yeah—maybe park it in there for now? There’s plenty of… of room, and uh, it’d do the trick for now, right? No rush?” she asks, her voice almost sounding like she’s pleading. This definitely isn’t something she’d typically do, but for now it’ll have to work.

She wants, no—needs the stallion that’s standing beside the mare she’s talking to.

Lavender, thankfully the most understanding one on this farm, has her answer ready before CJ gets a chance to form some excuse. CJ’s idea isn’t a bad one, even if it means waiting for the rain to pass to work in the humidity following.

Plus, the poor cat’s practically shivering. She needs some love. While Lavender isn’t essentially fond of the idea of her son losing his remaining innocence with this feline, she’s not going to stop him from making his own adult decision at her side, either. She did encourage him to date in his later years of school, after all. It’d be unfair to strip away the fun now.

“Sure. Red and I can put it in the barn for now.” she says with a smile, Cloudjumper’s heart jumping at the response Chestnut’s mother has to give.

Fuck yeah! Cool mom!

“Cool—sorry, I don’t mean to cause delay, I—”

“I understand. No explanations! That okay, sweetheart?” Lavender interrupts, passing a sly wink to the cat that’s clearly in need of attention.

“Mhm!”

Chestnut looks at the both of them, confused and still agitated. Is he going or staying? Does he have any decision in this?

He hardly has a chance to question what’s going on before he’s being whisked away by CJ. Her foreleg around his, tugging him back toward the wagon while his mother trots off to the house…

And while Chestnut and CJ are re-entering that wagon, Lavender briskly enters the home, kissing her husband as soon as she finds him in the kitchen…

“Red?” she asks, before he gets the chance to question her disposition.

“Yep?”

“Don’t go out into Chestnut’s wagon, okay?” she asks as she nuzzles against his chest.

“What?” he asks, confused. Concern seems to be building on the earth stallion’s face. She kisses the base of his neck…

“Stay in here. With me. Preferably in our room.” she whispers, looking up at him with a sultry smile, leaning against him. Much like his son, he’s not the sharpest tool in the shed, but he does catch on.

“...Oh. Ohhh. Well, good fer him..” he quietly responds, leaning down to kiss at his wife’s neck, nipping between her shoulder and throat. Lav croons quietly, nipping back, but she holds her bite as she starts attempting to drag him a few rooms over.

“Reminds me that we haven’t had our fun in at least three days. They’re having their fun, and I want some with you, big fella..”

Redwood smiles. That sounds like a good time! He follows her to their room, kicking the door closed and locking it behind them…

Cloudjumper looks down at Chestnut, now back in the wagon, her rear seated on his hips once more. He’s quickly spilling out of his sheath all over again as CJ smears his sheath with her arousal, her bites along his neck bruising his skin.

“Wh—ah, easy!” he yelps, but his protests fall under deaf ears. She continues her biting, a paw finding his balls to give them a gentle, but still eager squeeze. She lets his words resonate in her mind for a moment, before she slows down, taking a deep breath.

It’s his first time. Take it easy on him.

“Sorry, big guy. Heat’s screwing with me—I feel like I could ride you for at least three days right now, seriously. I want some fun, and… and I want you to have fun, too.”

Chestnut’s brow lifts. He’s not really surprised with the information, he knew she was in heat, but… three days??

“I… don’t think I could last that long.” he voices aloud.

“I couldn’t either. It's a purposeful exaggeration.”

Ah.

“So… sex?” he asks. She nods.

“Yeah. If that’s okay?” she queries, being sure he’s cozy.

He nods.

“Yeah. I’m cool with sex.” he says, doubly-affirmative.

Cool. Totally not a corny interaction! Better safe than sorry as well!

They stare at each other for a few moments, the awkwardness climbing as they figure out how exactly to start. Chestnut swallows thickly, and Cloudjumper looks down between them, admiring the difference in size, the way his girth spreads her labia, her nose taking in his scent, the way his breathing is getting slightly quicker over time.

“...D’you want me to start?” he asks, seeming to grow a little nervous. He hasn’t the slightest why she’s sitting still.

“N-no no, I’m… admiring.” she mutters, but she doesn’t get a moment after that—it would seem that the stallion beneath her wasn’t so fond of being the one on bottom, at least for now.

He’s flipped the both of them completely, practically racing to find a place that’s better than staring at each other. His head’s lowered, chest at her hocks while his muzzle is between her hindlegs, already starting to nuzzle at her thighs. Well, this day is a flurry of surprises!

“I really don’t need warming up..” she mumbles as his tongue teases just beside her sex. A near-silent cry leaves the sphinx as Chestnut nips her inner thigh, as if he were giving her some gentle punishment.

“But ah like doin’ this.. It’s fun. Plus, you said it’s better to warm up before, y’know, gettin’ into the dirtiest deed.”

Well played, Chestnut. She can’t deny, she thought he may’ve lost him at explanation, but he was paying attention! She wraps her hindlegs around his back, succumbing herself to the inevitable ministration of the farmhand’s mouth doing its dutiful work to her nether region, her paw coming down to tousle his hair before tracing a claw around the back of his ear.

“I’m all yours.” she says with a smile; it’s a shame that she has to keep reminding herself that it’s his first time. She does her best to cement that in her head, pushing her desires to the side to let him be at his coziest, even if she suffers a little.

It’s hardly suffering, after all. There are loads of guys that wouldn’t do what he’s completely happy to! Equine culture is an odd thing. It’s pretty clear that country folk have a different idea of how to enjoy their bedroom lives out here.

“I know.” he says.

Two words is all it takes to send a nice little wave of pleasure down her spine. He knows she’s all his? The confirmation is… mmhh, yes. Wonderful.

A lap of his tongue across her opening silences further thought, and she allows any mental restraints to be fully dropped. His forelegs wrap around her hips, his lips clasping around her sex, his ears splayed back to protect his hearing from her incoming cries as he starts his oral performance. He’s gotten so damned good at this, and the moment she starts arching her hips, he forces her lower half back down onto the bed, keeping her in place—perfect.

A hum adds onto the sensation, leading her to know she’s in for a great ride. She closes her eyes, bringing her spare paw up to muffle her noises as Chestnut’s tongue prods into her, immediately going for the sensitive spots he’s found thus far—the prodding of her g-spot causes her to tense, thighs squeezing his head, a mewl into her paw…

Warmup? Yes please. He’s good at it now!

Plus, she’ll need it.

That tongue is hilariously small in comparison of what’s to come.