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                  Cuckoo for Coco's Nuts                   
               -by YetAnotherTweenEdgelord-                
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                         Coconuts                          
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Coconuts
The pounding bass caused the walls to vibrate. Normally, this wouldn’t be an issue – the boutique was usually closed at this time of the night. However, spring was near and Rarity ordered the stock count before putting the winter collection on clearance. Which meant that, despite the party upstairs, Coco had to stay at the store, counting dresses, rolls of fabric, buttons, threads, and every other thing littering the place.
Coco sighed. She’d hoped raccoons would help her, but it turned out any number beyond four was too much for them. This left her with one, somewhat sloppy, but very enthusiastic assistant.
“Raccoons are all the rage in the town,” Plaid Stripes said, looking at the bolt of silk and scribbling something on a piece of paper, “but I guess we should do something new soon. At Canterlot parties, they have little deers serving drinks.”
“I don’t think Rarity would agree to that,” Coco replied. “Besides, that’d cost too much.”
“Nah, it can’t be that expensive.” Plaid Stripes smiled. “They’re little deers, after all.”
Coco raised her head and was about to groan, when they heard some new noise.
“I think this DJ fell down the stairs and now she’s throwing up.” Plaid stood up. “I’ll talk to her.”
She walked to the staircase. For a while, Coco heard only some slurred murmurs, occasionally interrupted by high-pitched suggestions that the slurring pony should go to sleep, general complaining about ponies who couldn’t handle their liquor, as well as one, unusually strict pashla na hui.
Finally, Plaid Stripes came back, carrying a mop in her mouth. She spat it out. “Staircase is clean, and the DJ is in the taxi. She told me a funny story.”
“She can talk?” Coco furrowed her eyebrows, noticing that she’d made a mistake in her calculations.
“Of course… kind of,” Plaid Stripes replied. “But we understand each other pretty well.”
“I see.” Coco shrugged, crossing out the bit where her calculations of the amount of fabric somehow turned into integrals.
Plaid Stripes walked to the coffee machine and tapped it a few times with her hoof. “It’s broken again.”
Coco rubbed her temples. “We just ran out of coffee. If you want more, bring some from the backroom.”
Plaid looked at the door, but then she just lay down on the carpet next to Coco. “Eh, maybe later. Have you heard that a female opossum has thirteen nipples?”
Coco raised her eyebrows. “Did you count?”
“Yes, but then I remembered we have raccoons.” Plaid smiled sheepishly.
Coco put her notes down and sighed. “Can you focus on counting the dresses rather than raccoon nipples? All night long you just keep screwing around and distracting me. Either start being useful or go home, or I’ll put the coffee machine in your ass! Understood?”
Plaid raised her hoof. “It wouldn’t fit.”
“What?”
“The coffee machine. It wouldn’t fit,” Plaid replied.
Coco’s eye twitched. “Well, it’s all a matter of practice…” She blushed, seeing Plaid smirk at her words.
“Ah, so Blue Bobbin was right.” Plaid chuckled. “You’re kinky, after all.”
“I’m not!” Coco exclaimed, backpedalling.
“Yeah, right,” Plaid said. “Butt stuff? Really?”
Coco furrowed her eyebrows. “Listen up. If you think butt stuff is kinky, then you’re still young and naive. Thus, we should go back to counting our stock, instead of discussing my private life. Understood?”
Plaid nodded. “There’s one thing I don’t get,” she said. “If this isn’t kinky, then what is?”
Coco rolled her eyes and whispered into Plaid’s ear for a while.
Plaid’s eyes widened more and more with every word. “Is that even possible?”
“Maybe when you’re twenty-one, I’ll introduce you to someone who’s into that,” Coco said. “Now, I need to go back to work.”
“Mhm,” Plaid muttered. “I’ll… I’ll be right back.”
***
The toilet at the back of the store was small and cramped; fashion magazines were scattered all over the place, including the cistern and an old, broken washing machine left there by the previous owners of the store. It was a running joke among the employees that the issue presenting Suri Polomare’s Summer Collection from two years ago could be used as toilet paper in case of emergency.
This time, however, Plaid needed the magazines for a completely different purpose. She grabbed a copy of some magazine; the skirts depicted in the photos were fashionable two years ago, but right now Plaid didn’t care. She sat on the toilet and flipped the pages, looking at the models. What Coco told her seemed a bit too much for her taste, but other things…
She looked at the photo of a mare in a short skirt and imagined a huge, muscular stallion mounting her from behind, her fur drenching in sweat as she leaned over the table. Plaid moaned, giving her labia a gentle rub. She flipped the page and started to rub faster, stifling moans. She remembered that Coco wasn’t far away and that made her even more horny; she leaned back on the toilet, slowly bringing herself closer to the edge.
“Blyat’,” she muttered. “This is–”
“Plaid, are you still there?” Coco asked, walking into the bathroom. “I need to–” She stopped dead in her tracks, her eyes focusing on Plaid’s exposed vagina. “Or I’ll just go and pee in the back alley. If someone asks, I’ll blame Vinyl.”
“Absolutely nothing sexual is going on here,” Plaid said, tossing the magazines to the side.
“Yeah, right.” Coco rolled her eyes. “You know, I used to be sixteen too.”
“So you won’t tell Rarity?” Plaid asked.
“Well, that’s tempting.” Coco smirked. “I wonder how she'd react to you masturbating on company time.”
“Aren’t we working overtime?” Plaid blushed, trying to cover herself.
“She’s still paying us for working overtime,” Coco said. “This is not Stalliongrad.” She walked closer to Plaid Stripes. “So technically she’s paying you to pleasure yourself. She may as well pay you to pleasure her...”
“What?” Plaid asked, raising her eyebrows.
“If your daddy’s not around, you’d better not stay with her in the store alone.” Coco winked at Plaid. “I think you may be her type.”
“Do you think she’ll give me a raise because of that?” Plaid asked.
Coco chuckled. “You’re either a future businessmare or a future whore. Possibly both.”
Plaid shrugged. “Whore?”
“Blyat’, as you would say.”
“I mean, you never say such things when customers are around…” Plaid said.
“Of course.” Coco shook her head. “It’s bad for business. Also, I may not be as ruthless as Suri or not have as many friends in high places as Rarity, but let me tell you – in the fashion industry, you have to grab any opportunity you can get, instead of wasting time clopping to old magazines. Now, get off the toilet.”
“I’ll go back to the store,” Plaid said, hopping back on her hooves, a trail of juices dripping down her leg.
“Not yet,” Coco said. “I’m not done with you.”
“What?”
“You don’t want me to tell Rarity about this incident, do you?” Coco walked to the toilet bowl. “Shit. Because of your idiocy I got all excited and now I can’t pee.”
Plaid looked at Coco and froze. Something was not right and it wasn’t just the fact that she’d never heard Coco swear before. She realised that she was now looking at quite a sizable penis dangling between Coco’s hind legs.
“Umm…” Plaid muttered.
“What are you looking at?” Coco asked.
Plaid cleared her throat. “Are you one of those trap things?”
Coco furrowed her eyebrows and looked at her massive erection. “Well, a drunk travelling magician thought it would be a good idea to give me a pair of, as she put it, coconuts.” She groaned. “When we got sober, it turned out she couldn't undo it. Apparently it goes away after you fuck enough ponies, so there’s that.”
“How many?” Plaid asked.
“Let me tell you, her ass was sore after that evening, but I’m still stuck with it. Really awkward when you get an erection in front of a customer.” Coco sighed.
“Huh.” Plaid nodded, staring at Coco’s dick.
“Are you a virgin?” Coco asked.
“What?”
Coco raised her hoof and slapped Plaid, causing her to stagger and rest against the old washing machine.
“Are you a virgin? That’s a simple question.”
“Y-yes,” Plaid replied, rubbing her cheek. “Why are you–”
“That’s simple,” Coco replied. “You don’t want Rarity to find out what you’ve been doing here. I don’t want this thing here.” She pointed at her penis. “Can you imagine living with this? Even you called me a ‘trap thing’! I’m a beautiful mare who’s been cursed without consent!”
“Well, I’d be cursing too…” Plaid whispered.
“Shut up!” Coco exclaimed. “You may not yet realize, but all of our problems can be fixed with me fucking your tight, virgin snatch.”
“May I–” Plaid earned another slap and landed on her back, tears streaming down her face.
“No,” Coco replied. “I’ll take your virginity right here, on this dirty floor, whether you want it or not.” She stood over Plaid, her dick getting dangerously close to Plaid’s face. “You might as well loosen up a bit and enjoy it. Isn’t that what you were going for anyway?”
“Kind of.” Plaid shuddered.
“Good,” Coco replied. “Now suck it.”
“What?” Plaid asked.
“Put it in your mouth and suck it,” Coco said. “Even an idiot like you should get it.”
Plaid slowly raised her head, her lips wrapping around the tip of Coco’s penis. She winced at the taste, trying to lick it. Coco bucked her hips, pushing it deeper into Plaid’s mouth. Plaid groaned, shuddering, but sucked, more tears welling in her eyes. Coco shoved further, her dick hitting the back of Plaid’s throat and causing her to choke.
Coco retreated and looked down at the orange filly. “You have a lot to learn. A cheap coltcuddler from west Manehattan is doing it better.”
She forced Plaid back on her hooves. Then, without a warning, she grabbed her shoulders and tried to mount her, only for Plaid to step to the side, causing Coco to miss her mark. The cream mare groaned and smacked Plaid in the back of the head.
“Stand still or it’ll hurt,” Coco whispered in Plaid’s ear, holding her tight. Plaid shuddered, feeling Coco’s cock slowly pushing its way through her folds, hitting her hymen.
“Hmm, you’re indeed tight,” Coco muttered, bucking her hips forwards. Plaid gasped when Coco’s dick tore through her hymen, filling her vagina. Her legs trembled and she’d collapse if Coco didn’t hold her.
“Don’t you dare pass out,” Coco said, retreating her cock, accompanied by Plaid’s moans and whimpers. “The best is yet to come.”
She shoved her dick back into Plaid’s tight pussy, causing the filly to exhale loudly. Coco’s hips soon found the right rhythm, slapping against Plaid’s ass as she fucked her. Plaid screamed, but Coco held her hoof over her mouth and slapped her again. The screams turned into moans and whimpers.
“You think this is bad?” Coco asked. “Just imagine what I had to do to be where I am now. ‘Oh, Coco is so nice and gentle’...” She rolled her eyes. “The first guy went right for the ass. Maybe that’s why I like it so much.”
Plaid sobbed, dropping on the floor as Coco kept pumping, her dick hitting all the spots Plaid was only vaguely aware of. Coco slowed down, the base of her shaft rubbing against Plaid’s clit.
“You’re all wet,” Coco said. “Were you whacking off to Suri’s old dresses or do you like this?” She slowly pushed her dick all the way into Plaid’s pussy, making her moan. “You’re really into it, slut, aren’t you? If I didn’t feel it when I took your worthless virginity, I’d think your daddy already made you a mare. Or maybe he did…” She slapped Plaid’s ass.
“N-no,” Plaid muttered.
“Okay then, no need to be rude.” Coco resumed pumping. “You’re much better than the travelling magician. Who knows who fucked her before…”
Plaid only moaned as Coco continued to fuck her, the pressure slowly building in her balls. She saw that, even though Plaid didn’t want to show it, she came at least twice under her, her juices spraying all over the floor. She felt her own orgasm was near, but she wanted to delay it as much as possible, savoring the moment for as long as she could. It was hard to tell when she’d get another opportunity.
Finally, however, there was no way to hold any longer. Coco groaned as her dick twitched, her balls pumping a wave after wave of semen right into Plaid’s pussy. It leaked immediately, dripping down the sweaty orange filly’s legs and pooling on the floor. Coco pulled out, her gaze blurring in bliss, shooting the last drops of cum all over Plaid’s tail and ass.
“The lesson’s over.” Coco picked up one of the old magazines and wiped her dick with it. It was all they were good for, anyway. “Clean the mess and we can go back to work.”
Plaid muttered something incomprehensible.
“What?” Coco asked.
“Did you… get me pregnant?” Plaid asked.
Coco chuckled. “Oh, don’t be silly. It was your first time, wasn’t it? You can’t get pregnant…”
***
Coco stood by the counter, eyeing her pussy in the mirror standing behind her. She finally got it back recently; aside from a few anonymous hookers, no one really noticed it was gone and Coco was glad it turned out this way. Now, she was waiting for Rarity to finally pay her Manehattan store a visit.
The door opened and Rarity walked in, smiling and greeting Coco. Soon, however, her smile turned into a frown. “Plaid told me something very interesting about her foal.”
“Oh really?” Coco asked. “Poor girl. She doesn’t really know who the father was.” She shrugged. “Hope she’ll come back here after the foal is born.”
“Yeah… about that…” Rarity looked into the mirror and shrugged. “Well, never mind. She always seemed to miss a few marbles. Now, how are the new employees doing?”