Author's Note

CONTAINS: Foalcon, Stallion/Filly, the beginnings of intercourse, public sex, grumpy filly, cold weather

Getting Cold Out

“Here’s your mocha-chino-supreme or whatever...that’ll be 5 bits.”

Cold Brew sighed as she watched the tan stallion rustle around in his saddlebags. In front of her on the clear countertop sat a piping hot mug of coffee, trails of steam still peeling off from its contents. Her eyes drifted towards the front window of her parents’ café, and the gray, gloomy skies that lay beyond. It was getting cold outside, as the increasingly-brown leaves and the odd passerby wearing a scarf or sweater evidenced. That was why Cold Brew counted herself lucky to be able to stay inside and serve coffee. But at the same time...she had to deal with guys like this who didn’t know where they put anything besides their own heads, and sometimes their booties.

Ugh. At least business was slow. One slow stallion was better than ten. Especially considering that as self-sufficient as she thought she was...she was still a filly. A filly with aspirations, but a filly nonetheless.

“Oh, shoot, so uh…”

Cold Brew blinked as the stallion tossed 5 bits onto the counter. She glanced down, and then back up as he kept making noises like he wanted to speak but kept briefly forgetting how to make his mouth move correctly.

“I uh...f-forgot to bring enough for a tip, b-but I…”

The barista filly rolled her eyes. It wasn’t that she didn’t believe him, but more so that she wondered why she’d expected him to have his head on the right way round after he’d spent so long digging through his bags. Whatever. She hadn’t expected much anyway.

“Well...enjoy, anywa—“

“Can I uh...help out in any other way?”

Cold Brew frowned a little more than usual, though this time more out of thought than grumpiness. As otherwise dumb of a question that might have been...it was cold in more places than just outside. It was cold in here, and she’d forgotten her scarf in the break room. Her fur was slowly standing on end the longer she had to stand on the step-stool that allowed her to be at eye level with the adults that came in. And, most pressingly...she felt a deep, unscratchable itch growing deep within her loins that would otherwise have to wait until her shift ended to be ‘scratched’. But if this stallion was willing to assist…

“Alright. Tell ya’ what.” Without waiting for a response, Cold Brew quickly climbed on top of the counter, before carefully sitting down atop the glass. It was even colder than the surrounding air, and made her shiver briefly, but didn’t deter her from her goal. Steely-faced as ever, the filly spread her legs wide, before pushing her wandering purple-white tail to the side, and blowing a bang out of her face. She allowed the smallest of smiles to grace her lips as the cool air raked across her hot, already slightly-wet fillyhood, sending tingles up her spine. She needed this more than she’d realized.

“Fuck me,” she stated simply, purring slightly as she watched the stallion’s cock begin to emerge from its sheath, even as his face contorted into a mixture of shock and nervousness. “Then we’ll call it even.”

“B-but I...y-you...they...we...here?!” He finally managed to spit out. “A...and why?!”

“No, in magical cloud candy land.” Cold Brew rolled her eyes. “Yes, here. As for why…” One of her hooves drifted down to spread her folds. While she didn’t have the best view of her own bits, she could tell her customer had a better one, if his now fully-erect shaft was any good indication. “I have needs. While one of them is tips, you don’t have the bits...so you can help me with another one. Fair, right?”

“But what if somepony—“

“Shut up and stick your dick in me already,” Cold Brew interjected. This guy was being difficult...but at least they were discussing ‘what if something goes wrong’ as opposed to ‘why should we do it’. “If anyone asks, I had a cramp and you’re helping me stretch. Got it?”

“I-uh...yeah.”

“Good. Now c’mere, I don’t have all day.”

As it turned out, the counter was the perfect height for something like this. Cold Brew looked down over the tip of her muzzle as the stallion stepped forward, bringing his long, hard, thick cock forward. She felt the tip of his head press against her moist folds, which seemed to grow wetter still as she preemptively imagined him thrusting into her and bottoming out over and over, with her moans and cries filling the empty café, as that itch grew and grew until it was finally scratched once and for all.

“Be rough,” she added, glancing haughtily up towards the stallion. Confusion was writ clearly on his face. “It’s been way too long since I’ve had a good rutting. Don’t worry. I can take it.” Cold Brew smiled another barely-there smile as she reached down with a foreleg and spread her lips apart. “I’m stretchy.”

A few seconds of awkward silence filled the air as the stallion looked down to observe more closely. Not that that would have told him whether she was stretchy or not, so...why was he bothering?

“C’mon, you need a written invitation?” Cold Brew snorted. He was already close enough to be touching her pussy, so what further barrier could actually fucking her possibly be?

At long last, her demands were satisfied. The stallion stepped forward, and Cold Brew bit her lip. Waves of pure pleasure radiated out from her pussy and coursed throughout her body as his hot, stiff, throbbing cock began to worm its way inside. She grew both warmer and wetter as he sank in all the way to his medial ring before pausing. Yes, this was exactly the itch she’d wanted scratched. But now she wanted it scratched more.

“Don’t hold back.”

It might have been cold outside...but one thing was for sure.

The relentless dicking that Cold Brew was about to receive would leave her hot, sticky, and satisfied for the rest of the day.