A Donkeys' Honeymoon

by Clopfic Appreciator

Rating: mature
Tags: Matilda, Porn, Comedy, Slice of Life, Sex, Anthro, Cranky Doodle Donkey, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic
Length: 6196

Matilda and Cranky, finally married, go on a long-awaited honeymoon.

Matilda and Cranky go on their long-awaited honeymoon. But things don't go quite as smoothly as they were hoping...

Contains: Big donkey tits and ass, Matilda and Cranky being horny, highly inconvenient monsters, highly inconvenient Pinkie Pie, obscene confectioneries, repeatedly thwarted intimacy, reckless pegasus teens, wardrobe malfunction, furniture malfunction, dining and dancing, mature married sex, and a long awaited climax!

Written for SabreTheRedMane for Summer Sin 23.

Cover art source: 1373634 on Derpibooru.

Published 2023-08-05 17:30:00 UTC
Last updated 2023-08-05 17:30:00 UTC

Tits And Ass

Matilda woke up with her husband snuggled up to her back, spooning her. Even before she was fully awake, the thought of “her husband” made her smile. After so many years apart, after all months of planning and saving and learning to know each other again, and after the hectic mess that had been the wedding day, she finally had a husband.

A husband with one hand cupping her breast through her nightshirt, and an erection pressing against her ample backside, Matilda thought, feeling a blush spread across her face even as she smiled. She wiggled her ass a little, rubbing against the hot hardness of Cranky’s morning wood.

He responded with a yawn and a gentle but firm squeeze of her breast. “Morning, Matilda my love,” he mumbled.

“Good morning, Doodle darling,” she replied. “I see Li’l Doodle is already up,” she continued, moving her butt more purposefully, feeling her cleft grow moist with arousal. There wasn’t anything little about his jackstaff, as donkeys tended to be well-hung, and Cranky was no exception. Matilda had come to know her husband-to-be’s equipment intimately during their engagement, despite donkey traditions frowning on premarital sex.

Luckily, the traditional definition of what counted as sex was quite narrow. He had eaten her out, and she had returned the favor using her hands and mouth to bring him off. She’d let him plow the cleavage of her ample breasts until he came on her tits and face; or have him thrust his length between her thick thighs, his shaft gliding and rubbing against her dripping sex until she cried out in bliss… but never penetrating her. That would have been against the tradition, and Cranky and Matilda were both traditionalists.

Now that they were married, though… Matilda’s blush deepened as she thought of the new possibilities. Cranky’s thoughts were clearly moving along the same lines, as he rolled her thick nipple between his fingers and nibbled the tip of her ear. “I’m thinkin’ we should start celebrating our honeymoon right away,” he said, grinding against her rear. “What do you say, honey?”

“Mmm… That sounds like a capital idea,” she said, reaching behind her to gently scratch his cheek. “After all, we have plenty of time before the train leaves for Crystal Lake…”

They both craned their heads to check on the alarm clock on Cranky’s bedside table… and sat up, thoughts of lovemaking pushed aside by sudden panic. The clock had stopped at half-past two in the night! “Oh goodness! Did we sleep in?” she asked, eyes wide and ears swept back.

Cranky scrambled out of the bed, a tent showing in his striped pajama pants, and rushed out of the bedroom, to check the other clocks. “Oh for… We’ve got only half an hour to get to the station!” he shouted from the kitchen.

Matilda pushed herself onto her feet with a groan. At least they had packed their bags last night! They would have to hurry, but it was doable, especially if they skipped breakfast… She paused for half a second to consider and called out to her husband: “Put the coffee on, darling! I’m taking the first turn in the bathroom!”

Huffing and puffing, and already dusty from their rush through Ponyville, Matilda and Cranky clambered onto the station platform, their hooves clattering against the planks as they hurried towards the waiting train. Cranky gave her a boost on the butt as she climbed onboard the first passenger car behind the engine, then hauled their bags in, and followed her up himself.

The train car was only about half-full, with ponies of all tribes seated in the compartments along the corridor, so the two donkeys had no difficulties finding open seats. In fact, they had a whole compartment for themselves.

“Huhh… I knew we’d make it,” Matilda said, sitting heavily down on the plush bench and fanning her face with her hand. She was a few years younger than Cranky, but a career in the civil service had left her less fit than his years of travels across the world.

“With two minutes to spare, even,” he replied, checking his watch, and sitting down next to her and placing a hand on her thigh. “Wouldn’t surprise me any if the departure was delayed, now.”

She smiled and gave him a little peck on his bristly cheek. “Oh, don’t fret, Doodle darling. Everything’s going to be fine, you’ll see.”

And for about fifteen minutes, everything went just fine. The train left on schedule, the conductor showed up to check and punch their tickets, and soon afterwards a pink pegasus girl pushing a trolley full of snacks and refreshments showed up. They got an egg salad and watercress sandwich and a pecan muffin each, and a bottle of ginger ale to wash this late breakfast down with.

Matilda had finished her sandwich and was halfway through the muffin (Cranky was still methodically chewing on his sandwich; there was a mutual understanding that he’d leave his muffin untouched, and they would split it later), when the train started to slow down. Then the enginepony slammed the brakes on, almost throwing them off the bench as the train came to a stop with a screech of wheels.

“Goodness, what’s this now?” Matilda wondered, opening the window, and looking out. They had stopped in the middle of a boggy but otherwise unremarkable stretch of forest; there were tufts of reeds and pools of muddy water reaching almost to the gravel of the railbed. And there, hunched just a hundred feet or so ahead of the train, was something huge and scaly and drab brown, with a thick tail and several long, snaky necks, staring intently towards the forest.

“Everyone, stay calm,” the conductor called as he hurried past their compartment. “There’s a hydra on the tracks, but don’t worry, we’re all safe as long as we stay on the train!” He was speaking in a confident voice, but his flattened ears and twitching tail did not inspire confidence.

“Are we in danger, darling?” Matilda asked carefully.

“Don’t think so,” Cranky said, frowning. “Never heard of hydras bothering trains. They’re just smart enough to realize the train’s not a threat and too dim to understand there are people inside. I wonder why this- “

“Look, honey!” Matilda interrupted, pointing at the woods, where a huge, green-crested reptilian head rose above the trees upon a long snaky neck. It was followed by another, and then two more. “Another hydra!”

“Well, that’s strange,” Cranky said. “Hydras aren’t very social monsters. They only come together for…” His expression changed and his ears drooped. “Oh dammit.”

Before Matilda could ask what he meant, the hydra lumbered out of the forest, crushing some of the smaller trees down, and letting out a quadruple bellow. She felt her face turn red as she realized what Cranky had meant. It was very obviously a male hydra, with an erect red penis the size of a tree trunk wobbling beneath its belly as it advanced towards the tracks.

The presumably female hydra on the tracks responded with a chorus of groans and roars, and the two monsters collided with a loud thump. They swayed back and forth, necks coiling, until the female turned and raised her rump. The male surged forwards with another series of bellows and mounted her without hesitation.

Matilda closed the window, her cheeks burning. “M-my goodness, they’re… they’re pretty loud, aren’t they?” she asked, having to raise her voice a little over grunts and moans and sloppy sounds of vigorous hydra sex.

Cranky nodded. “They sure are. And we’re stuck listening to them going at it for at least an hour or two. Unless they have another go,” he said, looking glum. Matilda opened her mouth to say something comforting, but stopped as she noticed the lengthy bulge that had appeared along the inseam of her husband’s pants.

He noticed where she was looking and cringed. “I’m sorry, Matilda, I just…”

She shook her head and smiled. “Oh, darling, it’s okay. I understand perfectly.” And she did. The animal passion of the two monsters going at it outside had flamed up her arousal from the morning, and she was feeling unusually naughty. “Let me just see…”

Matilda got up and looked out into the corridor, just in time to see a pony family pass through the door at the other end of the carriage, parents holding hands over the ears of their foals. A quick check showed that they were the only passengers left in the front half of the carriage. Still, she made sure to pull down the shade over the compartment door window before she turned to Cranky and started unbuttoning her shirt.

“R-really?” he asked, eyes wide as she sauntered towards him, swaying her hips saucily. “Here, right now?”

“Why not?” she replied, batting her eyes at him as she hefted her heavy, bra-clad breasts in her hands. “It’s the job of a good wife to help her husband whenever he has troubles… and you have some big trouble down your pants, Doodle my dear.”

A particularly loud grunt of hydra lust coming from outside overwhelmed whatever objections Cranky might have had. With a groan of his own, he quickly undid his belt and pulled his pants and underpants down, letting Li’l Doodle out.

Matilda sat down next to him, back to the door, and bent over her husband’s erect cock. Sliding her hand into the cups of her bra, she freed her massive grey-brown breasts, the thick dark nipples hard with arousal. “Mmm… what a lovely treat you’ve got for me, Doodle darling,” she said, grasping his dick. It was warm and hard in her hand, throbbing with his heartbeat, a glistening trickle of precum leaking from the flat tip.

“You’re, uh, very welcome,” he answered in a strangled voice, reaching out to grasp her tits. It took a bit of maneuvering, but soon enough she had his shaft snug in the warm hollow between her big, soft tits, Cranky kneading the yielding jenny jugs as she planted a wet kiss on his cockhead.

Their moans and gasps of pleasure blurred with the background noise of hydra mating, the two donkeys missing the hurried hoofsteps passing back and forth outside their compartment. Matilda bobbed her head over his cock, savoring the flavor of his freely flowing precum, as he used her tits to wank himself. In this position, she couldn’t get into the proper angle to take her husband’s dick down her throat, but she went as far down as her muzzle and straining neck allowed her to.

“Ohhh, Matilda… I love you so,” he gasped, hips twitching so that his cockhead tickled her tonsils, and the thick medial ring touched her lips. “When it’s your turn, I’m going to- “

Cranky was interrupted by a flash of purple light and a crack of thunder coming from outside the train. He and Matilda froze in place as they heard the conductor’s voice in the corridor, announcing that a team of monster experts from Ponyville had just arrived, and that the “hydra issue” would soon be cleared.

“Oh, damn, it’s Pinkie and her friends,” Cranky said, craning his head so he could see what was happening.

Matilda’s eyes went wide, and she straightened immediately, her husband’s cock slipping from her mouth with a wet pop. “Oh dear! Does it look like she’s coming this way?” she asked, starting to stuff her boobs back into the confines of her voluminous bra. They both loved the exuberant young Earth pony mare, but Pinkie had an astonishing talent for showing up in unexpected places at inconvenient time!

“Nah, she’s cheering Fluttershy up…” Cranky said. “Oh, there we go, she just turned around and saw me looking. She’s coming this way now!”

With Matilda’s help, they managed to stuff Cranky’s dick back into his pants – the task was helped by the fear of being caught making his erection falter – and button up otherwise, so that they were presentable again when Pinkie’s broadly smiling pink face appeared in the window.

“Hi, missus Matilda! Hi, Cranky!” she said. “Sorry for the interruption! Don’t you worry, we’ll have those horny hydras handled in no time, and you can get back to your honeymoon! Oh, and here’s a little something for you two,” she added, drawing a pastry box from behind her back, and offering it to Cranky, who took it warily: Pinkie’s gifts were usually delightful, but sometimes they blew up in your face.

Pinkie leaned in further, making Matilda briefly wonder what she was standing on, and lowered her voice, though not so much that they couldn’t hear her clearly over the now-confused hydra grunting and the sound of Rainbow yelling something. “It’s a test batch from the Cakes’ brand-new series of petit fours for newlyweds! I did the decorating!” She gave them an exaggerated wink before withdrawing and hurrying back to join her friends.

Cautiously, Matilda and Cranky opened the box… and stared at the contents, their faces growing red again. On each of the tiny cakes, rendered in amazing detail using fondant, marzipan, colored sprinkles and three different colors of chocolate, was a picture from Pony Sutra demonstrating a different sexual position… and the happy couple in each one was clearly donkeys.

The train station at Crystal Lake was almost empty as Matilda and Cranky’s train from Canterlot pulled in. It was early in the season and late in the day for holiday-goers, and indeed they were the only passengers getting off.

Matilda fanned herself with her straw hat, enjoying the warm sun, as Cranky handled their bags. “Crystal Lake at last! I told you we’d make it eventually, Doodle darling,” she said, looking around. The station was barely bigger than Ponyville’s, but much fancier, with gingerbread carvings, fluted wooden columns and a riot of brightly colored advertisements and travel posters pinned onto the wall between the crystal windows.

“You did, love,” Cranky replied. “But we aren’t at the hotel yet… No thanks, sonny, we can handle that ourselves,” he added to the Earth pony youth in a porter’s uniform who had been slowly sidling towards their bags.

The porter shrugged and returned to where he had been flirting with a pegasus girl leaning against her pedal cab. Cranky and Matilda heard his muttered “Donkeys!” and her snort of laughter but ignored them as they walked down the ramp and headed towards the town on hoof, pulling their luggage behind on a hand trolley.

The stereotypical donkey was hard-working, practical, patient, thrifty, thick-skinned and fatalistic, and in many ways Matilda and Cranky lived up to the stereotype. Instead of a fancy honeymoon on some far-away tropical island, or a luxurious airship cruise across Equestria, they had headed to Crystal Lake, a lakeside town only a couple of hours’ train ride from Ponyville. Nestled in the foothills of the Unicorn Range, the waters of the scenic lake remained cool well into July, and most tourists waited until early August to visit the town. Knowing this, they had made their reservations for two weeks in June, culminating with the Summer Sun Celebration.

And right now, it was looking like a very good decision. Between the steep hills covered in pine and cedar woods, the Crystal Lake’s surface rippled with the light breeze, and the shimmering waterfalls cascading over the crystal cliffs at its upper end cast rainbows about in the early afternoon sunshine.

They walked down the winding, brick-paved streets between cedar-shingled houses, passing shops and small restaurants as they approached the town center with its cluster of hotels, overlooking the low but steep cliffs and the silvery crescent of the beach below.

Finally reaching their hotel, Matilda gratefully sank down into an armchair in the lobby, watching over their bags while Cranky spoke with the concierge.

“What do you mean, it’s not ready yet?”

She looked up and saw her husband leaning on the desk, glaring at the apologetic Earth pony mare behind it. Matilda perked up her ears and listened.

“I’m very sorry, sir,” the concierge said. “Our cleaners are behind on their schedule, so while I can check you in, you can’t go to your cabin just yet. Again, I’m really sorry! But, uh, if you’d like to eat something, the lunchtime is not over yet, and I can offer you vouchers…?”

Matilda’s stomach grumbled loudly, and she pushed herself back onto her feet. “That sounds very good, dear,” she said, gently pushing Cranky aside and giving the apologetic young mare a warm smile. “Now, if you would make sure our bags get moved to our cabin…”

Despite Cranky’s worries, absolutely nothing went wrong with the lunch. The restaurant was a little kitschy but pleasant enough and the unicorn waiter was polite and snappy. The cheesy garlic bread was piping hot – Cranky almost burned his tongue on it – and full of both cheese and garlic; the artichoke pasta that followed was tasty even if Cranky muttered it wasn’t as good as Matilda’s cooking; and the honey-glazed pine nut cookies served with the after-dinner coffee were so tasty even Cranky couldn’t find anything to grumble about them.

The red wine accompanying their late lunch was also good, and stronger than it seemed at the first sip. After two glasses, Matilda, who rarely drunk, was feeling quite cheery. She giggled and fluttered her eyes at Cranky, making his grouchy expression slowly soften. Enjoying her success, she slid lower in her chair and reached out with her hoof, to rub at his ankle. That got a raised eyebrow from him, followed by a quick little grin, and gentle nudge of his hoof on her calf. As they played hoofsies, they were swept up by romantic memories and soon were staring into each other’s eyes and sharing sappy smiles.

It took several polite but increasingly loud coughs from the unicorn waiter, wishing to clear the table, to snap Cranky and Matilda out of their romantic haze. Whether due to the wine or their mood, they left him a fairly generous tip and sauntered out, his arm around her waist and their tails intertwined.

Their amorous mood only increased during the walk to the cabin, and by the time they were at the door, Cranky’s hand had moved down to cup and knead Matilda’s ample butt. Kissing and groping each other with the eager energy of much younger donkeys, they stumbled into the bedroom, Matilda grinding her thigh against her husband’s renewed erection.

“Oh, I’ve been waiting for this the whole day,” she said in a husky voice as they broke another long kiss. “And this time, nopony’s going to interrupt us…”

Cranky’s ears flipped back, then perked up again as he pushed the reflexive worry aside. “Matilda, my love… this time I won’t be stopping even if somepony did barge in,” he said, squeezing her butt tightly and giving her an unashamedly horny grin. “Remember those naughty cake things Pinkie gave us? I’d love to try out number three with you…”

Matilda blushed as she remembered that one, and chuckled. “That sounds wonderful! Just let me get out of my clothes…” The bed creaked loudly as she sat down on the edge, but neither of them paid any mind to it. Soon enough they were naked, looking at one another with eyes full of love and lust. They looked at two ordinary donkeys in late middle age, one bony, gaunt, and weathered, the other chubby, thickset, and plain, and saw the handsome young jack and charming young jenny that met at an unforgettable Gala so many years ago.

She got on all fours on the bed, raised her tail, and gave Cranky a come-hither look over her shoulder. He grinned, and clambered up behind her, his erect dick rubbing against the wet folds of her sex as he moved to mount her. Matilda moaned and waggled her wide behind as he teased her with further thrusts, the juices of her arousal slicking up the dark, veined length of his shaft. “Oh, Doodle darling, give it to me!” she cried out, bucking back against him…

…And with a creak and a series of sharp cracks and pops, the bed collapsed beneath them, sending the surprised donkeys onto the floor with a yelp and a thud.

There was a second or two of startled silence, before Cranky spoke, his voice full of worry. “Matilda! Are you hurt?”

She groaned and rolled onto her back. “Ouch… just a little bit bruised, I think… What about you, honey?”

“Only thing I hurt was my dignity,” Cranky said, sitting up and smiling ruefully at Matilda. “We should’ve known better than to jinx it.”

This earned him a loud snort. “Help me up, dear, and let’s check the damages.”

The damages were limited to the bed, but there they were all but terminal; the frame itself had cracked and separated. Cranky sighed and started pulling his pants back on. “I’m going back there and telling them to give us another cabin, one with better furniture. I’ll try to be back as soon as possible, but who knows how long it’s going to take…”

Matilda looked from one swimsuit to the other, and back again. When preparing for the honeymoon, she had gone shopping with Rarity, and the unicorn had talked her into getting not just one but two new swimsuits for the trip. The first was a practical one-piece, with a broad white strip up front and darker sides, that Rarity had implied, without saying it outright, would have a slimming effect. The other was a fancy gold bikini, rather skimpier than anything she would usually wear in public. Rarity had insisted that Cranky would certainly love seeing her in it, and after some hesitation, Matilda had agreed.

With a daring little smile, Matilda picked the bikini and started putting it on. As she hefted her breasts and adjusted the cups to ensure the wide, dark areola of her nipples were fully covered, she remembered Rarity’s warning: “Now, one last thing, darling… Bikinis like this aren’t very sturdy, and with your considerable assets, I suggest you be careful about the kind of activities you engage in. Sunbathing and swimming, no problem! But if I were you, I’d rather wear the one-piece if I wanted to, say, play beach volley or go waterskiing…”

Matilda chuckled and fiddled with the top’s straps again. Just as she felt it was centered properly, she heard hoofsteps coming to the door. She quickly grabbed a beach towel and flung it around herself like a very colorful Pegasopolitan toga and turned to see Cranky enter.

“She was very sorry, and they’ll be moving us to the next cabin over,” Cranky said, looking curiously at his wife. “What’s with the towel, love?”

Smiling, Matilda let it fall down to her hooves, and struck a pose. The way Cranky’s eyes widened, and his gaze swept across her body, lingering on the bikini-clad parts, was quite satisfying.

“There’s still plenty of time until dinner, Doodle dear. Why don’t we go see what the beach is like?” With a little extra sway and jiggle, she fetched Cranky’s thistle-print swimming trunks and another towel and offered them to him. “We can catch a little sun, maybe even dip our hooves in the lake.”

“Well, that’s a real attractive idea,” he said, looking at her barely contained bosom with an appreciative expression. “Let me just get changed…”

Soon, they were ready and headed out. They walked past the other cabins, then left the hotel grounds and followed the low brick wall at the top of the lakeside cliff to a sturdy wooden staircase leading down to the beach. As they descended the steps, they saw that this part of the beach was empty; there were some ponies lounging on beach chairs and towels maybe a hundred yards away, and a few young pegasi fooling around on the lake on surfboards, but otherwise they’d have the beach to themselves.

As the beach faced west, the late afternoon sun poured warmly over Cranky and Matilda as they laid down onto the wooden beach chairs Cranky dragged over from the cliffside. After all the hurry and stress and interruptions of the day, simply resting there, side by side, was lovely!

The warm sun soon made Matilda drowsy, and she almost drifted off to sleep, only to be roused by a loud yelp, followed by a splash and laughter. She sat up and saw that the three wingboarding pegasi had moved closer to the shore, riding conjured waves, or trying to do aerial stunts, and one had just wiped out.

“You should have seen that,” Cranky said, turning his gaze from the lake to watch Matilda’s out-thrust boobs as she stretched and yawned. “Those kids are going to end drenched, sooner or later.”

“Mmm. I think I’m going to try the waters,” Matilda said, getting up. “Want to join me, Doodle?”

“Nah, I’ll just stay here and egg you on if the water’s cold,” Cranky said. “And watch out for those pegasi, they’re not looking where they’re going half the time!”

Matilda giggled and walked towards the water, the hot dry sand changing into wet, cool, and packed sand under her hooves. There was not much natural wind, and most of the waves were small, but every now and then there was a higher wave, caused by the three pegasi using their air magic as they played. She watched them as she waded into the lake, amused by their antics.

Two of them were girls, brightly colored, slim, and small-breasted like most pegasi, with sporty swimsuits; the third was a leanly muscular youth wearing crotch-hugging swim briefs. He was the one who had splashed earlier and was now trying twice as hard to look cool before his friends.

One of those higher waves hit Matilda, splashing her thighs and butt, and making her jump a little. Against her sun-warmed body the water felt much cooler than it had around her hooves! She decided to just do a quick dip, and hurriedly waded deeper. She turned around and saw she had come a longer way than she had thought; the bottom of the lake sloped very gently at this place. She waved to Cranky, who waved back. Suddenly, his ears perked up, and he got up, a distraught expression on his face. “Matilda, watch out!” he shouted and started to run towards the lake.

A girl’s voice cried out something behind her, and another wave splashed her. Matilda turned and saw the wingboarding pegasus youth careening fast towards her, his wings beating in an attempt to turn before he hit her. “Oh goodness!” she cried and threw herself to the side.

There was a double splash – the pegasus had thrown himself into the water, too – and Matilda went briefly under, seeing the dark shadow of the riderless board pass her at arm’s length. Then she erupted from the lake, blinking and snorting water from her nose as she glared at the wide-eyed boy and his two female friends, who had closed in.

“What in Equestria were you doing, young man?” she started, fixing the blushing pegasus with the sternest stare she could manage. “I can tell you weren’t looking where you were going, too busy showing off to your friends no doubt! Just because you are pegasi, it doesn't mean you have to be reckless and foolish!”

The young pegasus cringed, looking redder by the moment. So did the two girls on their boards, Matilda realized. And his wings were stiffly erect, and he had his hands in front of his crotch…

“Matilda!” Cranky shouted as she splashed towards him. “Your top…”

She saw one of the girls crouch and scoop something golden from the water. “Uh, ma’am, this is yours,” she said, just as Matilda realized she’d had a wardrobe malfunction, and was giving the three young pegasi a free show of her bare tits. The youth was trying, and failing, to cover up his erection, and the other girl was eyeing her ample donkey bosom with what seemed almost like awe!

Matilda briefly considered trying to cover herself up, but it seemed too late for that, now. She straightened, faced the girl offering her lost top to her, and took it. “Thank you. Very, ah, considerate of you,” she said, taking a step back and wondering if she should try to put it back on, or just brazen it out and wade back to the shore. Then Cranky reached her, and offered her his towel, solving the issue neatly. “Please be more careful in the future,” she added as a final mild rebuke before heading back with Cranky.

As the sun sank behind the wooded slopes of the lake’s other shore, Matilda and Cranky walked hand in hand through the streets where colorful fairy lanterns were just starting to glow. They had decided to pass the hotel restaurant and see what the town itself had to offer in the evening. Passing a couple of bars and eateries clearly catering to younger visitors, they stopped in front of a restaurant, whose sign promised live music and dancing. “Well, that sounds good to me,” Cranky said, giving Matilda an affectionate nuzzle. “What do you think, honey?”

Inside, the band started playing, the first notes of a classic waltz floating out through the windows, and Matilda nodded firmly. “Let’s see what this place has to offer, Doodle dear.”

The restaurant turned out to have plenty to offer. This early in the season, there were plenty of empty tables, but the patrons seemed an unusually varied lot. Most were ponies of various tribes, including one curious-looking and semitransparent crystal pony, but there was also an unusually handsome zebra stallion sharing a table with a very ordinary-looking Earth pony couple, and even a pair of female griffons sitting at the bar and talking animatedly in low voice as they eyed the other customers.

The cosmopolitan mood extended to the menu, and Cranky and Matilda were delighted to find some classic donkey dishes listed there. They ordered a barley soup, toasted thistles with mushroom sauce, and rhubarb crumble for dessert, and a bottle of ale for each, having had enough of wine for the day.

As they dined with delight, the band played on. One of the griffons wrote a note for the barmare, who passed it to the band leader. When the current song ended, they struck up an old country dance from Trottingham, and the griffons headed to the dance floor. There was something odd about their dancing, Matilda thought; it was somehow wild and formal at the same time, with much stomping and waving of wings.

“That’s a griffon mating dance or I’m a pony,” Cranky said in a low voice. “Looks like we’re not the only ones on a honeymoon here!”

The song ended and the griffons returned to the bar, now looking quite affectionate in contrast with their earlier aloofness, clucking and nuzzling one another. The sight of them gave Matilda an idea. “Pardon me, I must go powder my muzzle,” she said and hurried off. Luckily, their desserts arrived just then, so Cranky was distracted while Matilda paused to whisper with the barmare and slip her a ten-bit bill.

Returning to their table, she toyed with her rhubarb crumble, waiting for the moment while Cranky ate his dessert with a satisfied expression. The band finished and started another song, and Matilda saw Cranky stop and look up, spoon halfway to his mouth, as he recognized the first notes. “How… Oh, you sneaky girl, Matilda!” he said as it dawned to him.

The song was an evergreen, and one that they had danced to in the Gala years ago, when they had first met. They were on their feet in an instant and swept onto the empty dance floor just as the intro ended. Both Cranky and Matilda were good dancers, and the familiar tune made the years melt away as they spun and glided across the floor. As the song reached its peak, Cranky swept Matilda into a deep dip and kissed her; she responded with passion and felt a familiar bulge appearing in his pants where his body was pressed against her pelvis.

There was a smattering of applause as they walked back to their table, flushed and impatient to get back to their cabin. Thankfully, the waitress had watched their dance, and hurried over with the bill as soon as Cranky waved at her. This time, the tip they left was a very deliberate one.

Matilda clung tightly to Cranky as they headed back, all the interrupted passion and arousal of the long day coming back to flood her sex and make her heart race. As they passed one of the bars, Cranky whispered into her ear. “Well, well, look who’s there. Want to give them a little show, my love?”

She blinked, noticing the three young pegasi from earlier sitting at an outdoors table with a mostly empty jug of sangria. Judging by their expressions, they had just noticed and recognized her and Cranky. An impish smile tugged her lips as she whispered back. “Gladly, Doodle darling!”

They stopped and turned, giving the pegasi a good view as Cranky bent Matilda back, kissing her deeply and quite openly giving her breast a squeeze. She let out a theatrical moan, and rubbed her knee against his crotch and thigh, making his erection return in full force. From the corner of her eye, she saw the trio staring with expressions ranging from shocked to awestruck to gleeful, and gave them a slow, obvious wink.

As Cranky and Matilda broke their kiss and hurried on, they heard a loud wolf-whistle and a cheerful female voice yell from behind: “Woohoo! You go, lady!”

“We’re setting terrible example for the younger generation,” Matilda whispered, trying to stifle her giggles, as they passed through the hotel garden. “Cranky Doodle, you’re turning me into a dirty old jenny!”

“Nah, Matilda, you’re not old,” Cranky said with a warm smile. “As for the rest… I wouldn’t want you any other way!”

Entering their cabin, they again undressed in a hurry, again moved into the bedroom, kissing and caressing each other’s bodies as they walked… but there they stopped, both giving the bed a long, suspicious look. Matilda gave the headboard a hard push, but the bed stood firm, neither creaking nor shifting.

With a relieved sigh, she sank on the bed, pulling Cranky with her into her arms. “Now, finally…” she said, her voice husky with arousal and impatience.

“Yes, finally,” he responded, his cock hot and hard against her belly. “Oh, Matilda…” He nuzzled her breasts as she spread her legs, her sex slick and eager to be filled. Angling his shaft right, he pushed right into her sex. Matilda moaned and wrapped her arms around him, pulling him close as he bottomed out in her.

Slowly at first, but quickly picking up the pace, Cranky pounded her pussy, and Matilda lifted her hips to meet each stroke of his cock. Maturity and patience fell to wayside as they fucked like young, horny donkeys wild with lust, yet they never lost sight of each other’s pleasure.

He kneaded her tits in his hands, playing with the soft, heavy jugs. Matilda’s nipples were jutting out, hard as pebbles under his coarse palms, and she gasped happily as his fingers sunk into the yielding flesh. “Oh, Doodle dear… you really like my breasts,” she crooned.

“I love them,” he replied, slamming his dick back into her squeezing sex with a particularly deep thrust. “They’re soft and warm and lovely… Couldn’t wish for a sweeter, sexier wife, my love!”

Matilda laughed, but before she could reply in kind, she felt the familiar, soaring pleasure in her loins. “I’m, I’m, ahhh!” she cried out, tossing her head back and arching her back as she finally, finally came. He hanged on as she bucked and writhed, his dick stirring her spasming pussy throughout her orgasm, prolonging the pleasure until it was almost too much to take… and then it was him groaning with bliss, his cock seeming to swell and stretch her channel even further as he shot his load into her quivering cunny in hot, creamy bursts of donkey jizz.

Slowly they came down from their mutual bliss, resting in each other’s arms, satisfied, tired and terribly happy. Cranky sighed, lightly fondling Matilda’s breast. “In the end, I guess this has been a good day after all,” he said in a quiet voice.

Matilda yawned and nodded. “All’s well that ends well,” she said. After a moment, she spoke again. “Mmm… you think should we go shower, Doodle dearest?”

The only response was a soft snore. Matilda blinked, then stifled a laugh as she hugged her sleeping husband. “That is a better idea,” she mumbled and yawned again. “Good night, darling…” she whispered as she closed her eyes and let sleep take her, too.