Author's Note

inspiration for literally the entire thing https://youtu.be/4qgwUr7HOZ8

Got a good few chapters in the works, stay tuned!

[16] Mango On A Fork Part 1

Mango On A Fork I: The Beginning

A lone thestral snuck through the streets of Ponyville, her leathery wings fluttering and her dark tail swinging, nose turned up into the winds as she stalked a particular scent, leading her through winding alleyways and barren crossroads, taking her on a maze-like path through the town, past building and shops, some lit and some not, until she finally reached her destination.

As she rounded the corner, she slowed to a halt almost immediately with wide eyes and a jaw wide open, eyes locked onto her prize across the way. Jackpot! She thought, eyeing the milk crate nearly overflowing with Mangos, carried high in the air by the light green aura of a unicorn who was currently not looking at the Mangoes, his attention focused on the cart filled with other items.

Perfect! She streaked across the street, favoring speed over stealth as she kicked up a cloud of dust, making a beeline for the fruits locked in her sights, and once she was close, made a grand leap towards what was now her bounty.

“Huh?” The white unicorn looked behind him, lifting the crate to get a better look at what was weighing it down, which turned out to be a drooling batmare who’d latched onto his crate and was now hanging from it. He shook the crate a few times, noting her tight hold.

“You know you can just ask to buy one, right?” The unicorn informed her. After a moment of thought, she reluctantly dropped to the ground and began patting herself down, looking under her belly and inside her wings for what he assumed was bits.

“If you don’t have the bits, you can always come back- woah!” He was interrupted as she suddenly dove underneath him, and immediately went for his crotch, lapping at it like a physically exerted puppy.

“What are you… doing…” He trailed off, lifting his left hindleg as he closed his eyes, relishing in the pleasure.

“Nngh… miss,” he quietly called, grabbing her tail in his teeth and reluctantly pulling her away. “Leth continue thith inthide,” he told her, opening the door in front of them, which led into his home. He then let go of her tail, before immediately enveloping her in his magic, trotting inside with her levitating above him, along with the rest of the groceries following close behind, and shut the door behind the last one.

He then placed all the bags of various fruits and veggies on the floor of the small rectangular kitchen, and placed the mangoes up on a shelf high up in his pantry. Next, he brought over the batmare and dropped her gently on the floor in front of him, and quickly placed a hoof on her chest when she tried to dive back under him.

“Sit, or no mango,” he ordered, and she obeyed immediately, letting him lower his hoof.

“Listen, here’s the deal,” he started, sitting as well. “You can either blow me now and get a single mango to take home,” he told her, levitating a mango over above his left shoulder. “Or you can work for me for a weekly paycheck of mangos,” he offered, bringing three mangoes to hover above his right shoulder. “Also, uh, the job has an extra… opportunity to earn double the mangoes for that week,” he added, nervously rubbing his foreleg with a hoof.

Excitedly, she pointed at the triplet of fruits, smiling at him.

“Good choice,” he said, flashing her a nervous smile as he put the mangoes back with the other ones, looking away from her with a barely noticeable blush. “So, um… the opportunity is uh, you can get more mangoes if you… have sex with me,” he finally admitted.

She froze, staring at him as her smile disappeared, and he shrunk back with a wince.

Before suddenly, in a shocking turn of events, she whipped around and stuck her ass in the air, spreading her hindlegs as she flagged her tail off to the side.

His eyes widened, his cock hardening rapidly as he stared at her glistening pink slit and small dark mounds underneath.

He cleared his throat, squeezing his thighs shut and blocking his crotch with his forelegs as he looked away.

“There are um, a few stipulations that you have to agree to, in order to be uh, eligible for double mangoes,” he informed her. She looked back at him with a questioning gaze.

“Uhm… here,” he said as he levitated a few pieces of paper and a quill from his room, and hastily wrote something on each.

“So the uh, first paper is an agreement to let me actually have uh, sex with you, the second lets me have sex with you whenever I choose, be that inside or outside my home, and the last one has you agree to be my- oof!” He was interrupted as she suddenly stuffed the sheets against his chest, making him grab them instinctively.

He stared at her innocent smile for a moment, before sorting through the three pieces of paper, noticing that they were all signed under the name ‘Batmare’, then with a nod and a small smile, floated them back into his room for safekeeping, along with the quill.

“Great!” He exclaimed, clapping his hooves together. “First order of business, putting away the groceries!”

He led her to the kitchen, and they worked side-by-side, working slowly at first as he showed her where everything went, but she learned quickly and they soon got it done, finishing in a much faster time than he could have accomplished on his own.

“This is the best decision I've ever made," he told himself, then turned to her.

“Now for the dishes," he told her, and they both approached the sink. “You wash, and I'll put them away,” he instructed her, pulling down the door to the dishwasher to the right and pulling out one of the two racks. He then stepped behind her and reared up as she flipped on the sink, gently planting his hooves on her rear as he used his magic to press his top against her pussy. He rubbed it along her snatch a few times, then pressed in, moaning quietly as his tip slipped in. He thrusted, grunting as he embedded most of his shaft into her, then stepped forward as he draped his body over hers, resting his chin on her head and wrapping his forelegs around her chest. He jerked his hips to fully hilt her, then began to thrust in and out at a steady pace, watching her work as his magic grabbed the clean plates and placed them in the racks.

Soon, he sped up, subconsciously pulling his left hindleg up off of the ground as it began to kick.

“Oh yeah…" He moaned, his eyes half-lidded and his ears drooping as a dumb smile was plastered on his muzzle. “This is the life…”

This lasted for a while, as his sink had been overflowing with dirty dishes when they started. He only spoke again when the sink was nearly empty.

“I… I’m getting close…” He panted, bucking rapidly with an uneven pace. He let go of her and began to rise, his forelegs stumbling as he quickly moved them to her flank once again so that he stood straight, his horn sparking and popping randomly. After a few more thrusts, he emitted a guttural moan as he hilted inside her, ejecting a glob of seed straight into her before quickly pulling out, resting his throbbing shaft on her flank between his hooves as it spurted ropes of sperm all over her back, making her back look similar to a zebra’s before he finally ran dry, watching his love seep into her fur as she continued to wash a plate, which he was sure had been clean for a while.

After a moment of panting and watching, his horn lit up and he immediately wiped the dishes clean and placed them into the dishwasher before sliding the filled rack back in and closing it, all while he stepped back and turned, dropping to all fours as his softening cock hung beneath him.

“When you're ready…" He panted. “Come meet me in the bathroom… First door on the right…” He informed her, then trotted off to said room.

After their shower, he dried them both with his magic, and led her to his bedroom. Currently, they both sat at his desk, and he wore a pair of rectangle-rimmed black spectacles as he read papers under the light of a candle, while the batmare hummed happily as she colored in a coloring book next to him.

“...And done!” He exclaimed, lifting her head and turning to look at him as he did the same with a smile. “Now our new business called ‘Batmares Incorporated’ can purchase shipments of mangoes with a tax write-off!”

She tilted her head.

“It means I can buy more mangoes,” he explained, and chuckled as her face lit up and bear-hugged him with a squeal of happiness.

“Now for your schedule,” he started, pulling a paper from under the others and laying it on top, with her continuing to hug him as she looked down at the paper. “Right now, I have you working from nine a.m. Monday morning all the way to five p.m. Friday afternoon, which at the base rate of two mangoes an hour, is…” he mumbled under his breath for a moment. “...One hundred and eighty-eight mangoes!” He then flipped the page over.

“Now, I need your opinion on something.” He pointed at the top of the page. “Instead of doubling a whole week’s worth of mangoes after having sex once, how about each time we have sex, you get one ‘Mango Pie Coupon’, which after collecting five, you can cash them in and I can bake you a mango pie?” He asked. She smiled and nodded rapidly, and he chuckled as he magicked the quill over to her. “Then sign on the line under it.” She grabbed the quill with her mouth, then signed the paper.

He lifted all the papers and straightened them, opening the top side drawer of the desk and placing them inside. He then closed it and opened the one below, reaching in with his magic and pulling out about fifty sheets with fifty mango outlines printed on them, and placed the stack in front of her alongside a colorful box with the word ‘Ponyola’ printed on it, which opened to reveal multiple rows of crayons at different heights, totaling to one hundred and fifty-two crayons, along with a sharpener on the back. He smirked as he watched her gawk at the box, her forelegs dropping and hanging limp.

“Color and cut out as many mangoes as you want before bed, and even some tomorrow. I’ll pay you for each hour, and you’ll even get a coupon when you’re done.” He turned her head with a hoof and planted a short kiss on her lips, before stepping off the chair.

“Goodnight, my dear,” he bid softly, yawning as he turned and trudged to his bed, slipping under the covers and falling asleep within minutes.