Lemons
by Tara Strong's Bed
The kitchen had a soothing atmosphere. Small beams of light made their way through the curtains from the streetlights outside. The room was quiet, the only noises to be heard were the heavy breathing from the parents' bedroom; they were asleep, the ticks and tocks from the big wallmounted clock, and the buzzing from the refrigerator...
Ah, the refrigerator.
Hexagon slowly approached it. Her horn started glowing with a faint, purple light as she gently pulled the handle. The door would make a small thumping noise if she opened it too fast. Hexy knew the noise would be far from loud enough to awake anypony in the house. She just happened to be cautious. The lamp inside the refregirator lit up as the door was opened, and she could see it. It had its own special place there. The lemon.
This was not the first time, oh no. It had become sort of a routine, actually. Hexy had numerous times thought about how weird it was, even she thought so.
What was so special about lemons? Everything. They're yellow and round, but not perfectly round like oranges. Oranges aren't long so they would be boring and hard to use for her... special needs. Lemons have a bitter peal and sour juice. Hexy hated lemons in a way. She often talked with her friends about how she would rage if life gave her lemons. "Don't make lemonade. Make life take those lemons back, with force."
But that's a lie. It had come to a point where she needed those lemons. Nothing else could satisfy here quite the same way.
She levitated the relatively large fruit out of the refrigerator. She looked at it closely with seductive eyes. "Your time has come.", she whispered. "Scream if you want to, but know that all hope is lost for you." Hexagon tried to imagine the fear that must inhabit this poor lemon right now, but she decided it's probably so frightened that nopony can picture it without feeling for themselves.
Snores were to be heard from the bedroom. Splendid. She sneaked into the living room, the lemon levitating in the air before her, and sat down on the sofa. She lowered the lemon beside her, and the light emitting from her horn faded away. As she did, she realized she better close the door. The horn shone once again and the door closed. Then it was time for the act.
Even without any lamp and her horn, it was light enough for her to see what she needed.
Grabbing the lemon with both front hooves, she lowered it between her hind legs.
The peal was still cold from having been in the refrigerator, giving a cool sensation as she pressed the lemon between her haunches. She smiled, and started to slowly move it back and forth against that special place. The peal was a little rough. This was wonderful.
"Oh my, you're perfect in every way!", she said, rather loud.
She stopped and listened. She couldn't hear them, there were two doors between them now. They obviously hadn't got up. The sound of hooves against the floor would be loud enough to be heard.
Convinced that nopony had noticed her, she continued to rub her clitoris with the lemon, faster this time. After some time her breathing became faster. She periodically held her breath as she was going as fast as she could.
She slowed down and positioned the lemon with the pointy end inwards. Very slowly, she pressed it inside only half an inch. She brought it fully out equally slow. Then in, somewhat faster and deeper. Then out. In, out, in, out.
Every time was faster and deeper. The process was repeated until her hooves holding the lemon bumped on her. She kept going with this depth, still increasing the speed. She was panting.
She went harder and faster at it. Her muscles were aching.
Suddenly, she lost her grip on the lemon while it was still inside her!
At first she panicked. She immedietly shoved in her front right hoof to get it out. It hurt immensely and all she achieved was pushing it further in. She pulled out her hoof and gathered her thoughts.
"Maybe...", she said to herself. "Maybe it's just like giving birth?"
With this in mind, she started to push. The lemon moved outwards. Hexagon took a deep breath and pushed again. One more push and she felt the lemon leaving her body.
To her surprise, it didn't really hurt that much. Why did other mares say giving birth to a foal is painful? Then she realized that lemons are not as big as foals, and the shape makes it easier too. Also, she had just mercilessly shoved her entire hoof and part of her leg in her filly parts. So maybe this wasn't something one should compare to giving birth.
Actually, it felt really good just as it popped out. This was actually more satisfying than just rubbing herself with the lemon. She had discovered a new exciting way to masturbate! But it wasn't masturbation, was it? It was sex. With him.
She looked at the lemon. Its peal was soaking wet.
"You ready for another go?", she asked.
So she did it again. It was easier than the first time and far more pleasing. She did it over and over again. It was nice, but...
Eventually, the lemon was torn apart, causing the juice to flow out and cover her already sizzling marehood. It burned like hell.
To her own suprise, Hexy was more concerned about the fact that the lemon had broke than the pain caused by it.
She cleaned up the mess and went out the living room. She tossed the lemon in a trash bin.
"Weakling.", she whispered after it. "Can't handle getting it rough, huh?"
She had lemons stashed all over the house, in case of lemon emergencies like this. One of them was under the sink, in a cavity behind a loose plank.
She had two lemons there, but she only needed one. Or maybe...?
Then she had a brilliant idea.
Doctor Gene took a few steps back. He brought a perplexed look upon his face and scratched his head.
"Well, this was a curious case.", he thought.
He looked to the mare laying on the operation board. She looked back at him. He could tell she was worried by the look on her face and the tone in her voice as she spoke to him.
"Doctor? You seem concerned. How bad is it?"
"Don't worry, I'm sure we'll be able to fix it.", Gene replied.
He endeavored to remain serious. He's a professional and he was supposed to act like one.
"Just tell me...", he said while removing his glasses and putting them down on the nearby table. He turned against his patient and their eyes met.
"How exactly did all these lemons end up in there?"
