How Cherry Blossomed

“Pardon me, Miss Muffins,” John stated suddenly. “I do regret taking my leave of your gentle company, but there’s some sort of ruckus out in the drawing room, and I can’t say I like the sound of it one bit.”

“W-wait... John, wait, I’m about to cum again!” Despite this clear reason to stay in the pegasus’ carnal embrace, John swiftly lifted his hat from Derpy’s head and set it smartly on his own. Inch after inch of stiff, mare pleasing meat slid out of Derpy’s quivering cunt as John climbed off of Derpy’s bed, making the poor lady whimper with abandoned disappointment.

“I’ll be right back, Miss Muffins,” John promised with a pat on that grey bubbly flank. “Keep that pussy of yours warm, as I aim to fill it with double the cream when I return.”

“Aww, dang...” Derpy muttered as John pulled up his trousers and leapt out the door. She punched her bedpost with frustration, instantly snapping the wooden structure in two like the merest twig. The mattress and the mare atop it found themselves swiftly sliding to the floor atop the ruins of a broken bed-frame.

“Huh? How’d that... oh, I just don’t know what went wrong!” Derpy sighed and placed a hoof glumly under her chin, awaiting John’s return.

Unfortunately, the fracas in the drawing room of the Cherry Hill Ranch needed the human’s attention more urgently than the foibles of a cute yet clumsy pegasus. Octavia Melody, the mare who enlivened each night at the Cherry Hill Ranch with her classical music, was standing at the far end of her raised platform, cringing away from the outreached hooves of Secret Ballot, the mayor’s husband.

“You just think you’re a lesbo cause you ain’t had the right stallion,” the supposedly respectable earth pony slurred drunkenly. His shaking hoof reached out to brush against Octavia’s plot as the poor mare considered the virtues of abandoning her cello and fleeing her musician’s post.

“D-don’t touch me! I-I’ll yell!” she threatened. The poor mare hugged her instrument tight, both protecting it and sizing up whether it could be used as a weapon. Secret Ballot had been trouble for years, and his position as the mayor’s husband had always shielded him from the consequences, but his unwelcome attentions had never gone this far before!

“The only yells you’ll be letting out are cries of ecshhhtasy,” Secret Ballot mumbled, as this was his idea of a suave pickup line. “I’ve got real horsecock packed in my sheath, not some cold plastic— aaack!”

John had seen enough. “You stop bothering Miss Melody now,” he stated, stepping forward and clapping a firm hand on Secret Ballot’s wither. He forcefully pulled the stallion away from the victim of his hamhooved “seduction,” whirling him to face his own angry features. “She’s here to play, not to be played with.”

“I own this town!” Secret Ballot belched. “I can’t do what I want to a whorse?”

“A whorse ain’t a thing, she’s a gal with a job,” John hissed. He poked Secret Ballot in the barrel with an outstretched finger — a finger which, coincidentally, had just been buried knuckle deep in Derpy’s asshole. “Besides which, Miss Melody ain’t even a whorse, she’s a musician!”

“A musician in a brothel! She should spread her legs with the rest of them!”

John fiercely shook the smaller stallion by the wither, trying to put a scare into him without harming him. “Mr. Ballot, pull yourself together! I come from a different dimension where such things ain’t politely spoken of, and even I know Miss Melody is a certified filly-fooler. I seen her out and about with that little DJ of hers, romantic as you please. Just because you ain’t hardly a stallion at all, don’t mean she’s gonna drop her marefriend and go for you.”

“Hrmphhh.” For once, a pony was eyeing John up with something in mind other than an evening’s lust. Slowly and deliberately Secret Ballot’s eyes travelled up and down the form of a human twice his size. A night’s worth of alcohol returned its verdict: I can take him! Thus did the little pony put his front hooves up and demand of John: “Care to step outside, and settle this like stallions?”

“I ain’t stepping outside,” John growled. “You are stepping outside.” He lifted Secret Ballot in his arms and in three long strides carried the squirming stallion to the door of the Cherry Hill Ranch. Tossing the mayor’s husband bodily out onto the porch, he yelled out into the night, “And stay out, if you know what’s good for you!”

With a slam of the door, the human then turned back to Octavia, who held tightly on to her cello as if the inanimate instrument might provide comfort. As John was unaccustomed to using violence to get his way, both he and the mare he’d saved were now trembling with nervous excitement.

“Th-thank you, John,” Octavia whimpered. “He’s always been... interested in me, but it’s never been as bad as that.”

“Hey, now,” John rumbled, awkwardly unsure whether he should pat the mare’s quivering wither. “If you or that marefriend of yours have any more trouble with gentlestallions who ain’t so gentle, you come to me, OK?” The relieved earth pony nodded gratefully. “Now, I fear I left off entertaining a mare who does enjoy dick, so I’ll head back to Miss Muffins’ splendidly appointed marehood, fill it with seed, and leave you to your music.”

“Erm, John?” Octavia stated shyly as the human turned away.

“I knew it!” John spat. The normally gentle human clenched an angry fist. “Just say his name and I’ll make sure the next mare he bothers is Nurse Redheart, in the hospital.”

“No, i-it’s not that. Cherry was telling me about how you’ve been helping out around the place. Helping her pay off Redheart, and Zecora, and... well, I was wondering if you were free this weekend?”

John’s jaw dropped and he stared at the beautiful, sophisticated mare. Of course he wanted her, but... “Well, dang, Miss Melody, I just tossed that drunk bastard out, on account of trying to stallionize a filly-fooler! Now, are you or ain’t you?”

“Absolutely, 100% filly-fooler.” Octavia agreed. She gestured with her bow at the eternal semi in John’s jeans. “That thing you’ve got grosses me out like anything. But, well, my wife... she likes both, and I’ve been wanting to do something special for her...”

Thus it was that the next day, John found himself in a most compromising position: in a strange bed in a Ponyville flat, thrusting atop a married filly-fooler as her wife watched on! He humped his hips to the pulsating beat of a musical butt plug that throbbed in Vinyl Scratch’s plothole, a beat echoed by the slaps of his bouncing balls against that self-same plug. John went long and slow, using thrusts that made Vinyl’s eyes go wide and sparks fly from her horn as he carefully brought her to one climax after another. Teeth gritted firmly, he made sure to ration his own pleasure, so as not to lose control too soon in the tiny, sopping marehood beneath him.

Once in a while John glanced awkwardly over at the earth pony who sat on a nearby chair. Each time she was dispassionately watching him and Vinyl mate, in the way that stallion and mare always had. Octavia Melody showed no carnal interest in her wife’s human lover, nor any satisfaction from watching them together. Her only wish was that Vinyl Scratch be properly pleasured — a wish John intended to fulfill to the utmost!

“Oh, Tavi!” Vinyl Scratch moaned, drawing her squishy hooves down John’s broad powerful chest as he fucked in and out of her once virgin womb. “Tavi, I love you so much!” Despite the plowing she was receiving, all of Vinyl’s affection was oriented towards the mare who’d granted her this extramarital romp — as it should be, in John’s opinion! He was only here to provide the one thing these loving ladies couldn’t give each other: fat, meaty, hole pounding cock!

At last the throbbing of the butt plug and the intense sensations of Vinyl Scratch’s underused snatch brought John to the brink of pleasure. “Here it cums, Miss Scratch,” the human gasped at last, sweating and straining to keep his thrusts steady and firm. “Shall I pull out?”

“Not yet! Don’t you dare cum yet!” Vinyl’s hind legs locked about John’s hips and pulled him deep into her. “You have to wait for the beat to drop... YES! CUM NOW!”

The powerful bass of Vinyl’s butt plug cut out momentarily, then returned in full force with a loud, vibrating WUB! that reached right into John’s P-spot and pushed him over the edge. The human cried out at this technological marvel, and instantly found the hot sperm gushing out of his cock, surging and falling as the plug took up its regular rhythm.

Wub-wub-wub! Wub-wub-wub! went the powerful sex toy that had both human and unicorn bodies moving in sync with its beat. John found his balls pulsing in rhythm, his sperm flushing into the unicorn’s wet and eager womb as he lost himself in the futuristic music, like a dancer moving in a frenzy upon the club floor. His palms pressed flat against the sheets of the bed that Vinyl and Octavia shared, as he frantically tried to keep his full weight from pressing down on the delicate unicorn.

“Oh, I’m cumming, cumming again, it’s so good, Tavi...” Vinyl moaned as John’s spurting cock brought her to one final maregasm.

“That’s it, little mare, you enjoy yourself,” John soothed, stroking the unicorn’s bright blue mane. “This is all for your pleasure.” Yet Vinyl Scratch scowled inwardly as she felt John’s tender caress. All throughout this (admittedly delightful!) experience, the human had been nothing but kind and gentle, seeing his job as making the sweetest of love. For John firmly believed that filly-foolers who took a stallion to bed ought to be treated like delicate princesses. In his mind, sapphists such as Vinyl desired only the most tender intimacy, despising the rough dickings that heterosexual mares clamoured for.

Still, John had a big cock and was eager to please... he’d soon pick up on how Vinyl really wanted to be treated!

“Whew!” John wiped the sweat from his forehead, the smile on his face even dopier than normal. “Lands sakes, a filly-fooler’s marehood is just about the tightest thing going! I reckon you can take your wife back now, Miss Melody.”

Octavia rose at last from her chair, leaned over the bed, and pressed a passionate kiss into Vinyl’s mouth. It was the same sort of hungry, loving kiss John had begun to share with Cherry Jubilee, now that they considered themselves in a — hardly exclusive! — relationship.

Of course, no matter how romantic the circumstances, watching two mares taste each others’ tongues made an exciting sight for any stallion, and John quickly felt himself stirring again. His arousal was only intensified by the tight slickness of Vinyl’s marehood, which still had his cock in its grip, and the sensations of the vibrator that worked its continual magic in Vinyl’s asshole.

“Thank you, baby,” Vinyl Scratch murmured, “that was everything I wanted... I love you, Tavi, I really do, I just need dick once in a while.”

“I’m so glad,” Octavia assured. “I love you, too. You do so much for me, you deserve to have some fun.”

“Oh, goodness... are we done?” Vinyl seemed reluctant to close the door on the male who’d finally fulfilled her long neglected need for penis. Yet with his orgasm having come and gone, John seemed about as useful to this relationship as a used condom!

“Maybe not,” Octavia shook her head. “I wouldn’t mind if he watched us together. Do you think he’d get hard again if you ate me out a little?”

Vinyl’s eyes suddenly widened. “T-Tavi, I don’t think he ever went soft!”

Indeed, at the thought of having a front row seat to a steamy, creamy lesbian sex show, John once again felt his hips begin to move. Again he leaned over Vinyl Scratch’s body and pushed his dick into her, claiming her with slow yet solid thrusts in and out of her tender cunt as he restiffened fully — much to the mare’s delight!

“Unnnh! Unnnh!” Vinyl cried out into her wife’s startled mouth. “Oh, Celestia, I’m cumming again! He’s so thick! He’s even bigger than last time!”

“Keep going!” Octavia ordered the stud she’d brought home to her wife. Her face was stern as she stared him down, her voice one of purest command. “Make her scream! Do whatever you do to Derpy, and Tree Hugger, and the rest! Why aren’t you treating her the way you treat them? Why isn’t she screaming?”

“Well, with them gals, I’m able to be kinda rough—” John tried to explain his philosophy when it came to pleasuring bisexual filly-foolers, but Octavia wasn’t having a single bit of it!

“Trixie’s so loud with you, I can’t hear my own cello! Yelling through the door, down the hall... I hear what they’re like with you! What’s wrong? Doesn’t my Vinyl deserve the same treatment you give some cheap whorse? Stop holding back, and fuck my wife!”

Naturally, John obliged! This second time he pounded Vinyl properly, hard and fast, bringing many a satisfying scream from her lungs. Then, once he’d spent himself again and Octavia was satisfied at last with his performance, he pulled the plug out from Vinyl’s plot and substituted his own meaty prick, fucking a third load up her ponut for good measure!

“Well, babe, what do you think?” Octavia asked her wife, once man and unicorn finally lay helplessly exhausted in each other’s arms.

“Mmmm, yesss,” Vinyl Scratch smiled with the air of one whose brains have been thoroughly fucked out, wrapping her hooves around John’s powerful barrel as the human’s third creampie flowed ever deeper into her guts. “We should definitely tell Lyra and Bon Bon about him.”

A half chewed breakfast pastry sat upon the desk of Mayor Mary Mare as she sadly looked over the morning’s paperwork. A suspected changeling hive here, a party cannon accident there. Another lonely day of signing, stamping, processing and filing. After it all she’d trudge back to an empty house, to cook a lonely dinner and await a straying sot of a husband.

Where was the life she’d wanted? When she was young, Mary had dreamed of a large and happy family. Now she suffered through a dead marriage and the endless drudgery of Princess Celestia’s civil service. It was a grey life, livened up only by explosions, monsters, and megalomaniacal villains. And who had to write the reports, once the Elements of Harmony inevitably restored peace? The mayor, of course!

Today held an extra unpleasant surprise, as she’d found when she checked her schedule. She was to meet with John the human, a rough mannered cowboy from Earth, now a mill worker and known customer of the “business” that caused Mayor Mare so many professional (and personal!) headaches. All in all, this was not the creature Mary Mare wanted to see first thing in the morning!

“Good morning to you, mayor.” As John entered, he courteously tipped his hat, but did not sit on the undersized chair across from the mayor’s desk. Laying a sheet of paper upon that desk, he explained the reason for his visit: “I’ve brought over the business permit renewal for the Cherry Hill Ranch boarding house.”

The mayor quickly scanned the application with a scowl. The last thing she wanted was to be reminded of the Cherry Hill Ranch. “Not so fast, John,” she carped. “There’s a 500 bit ‘processing fee’ associated with this permit.”

“Mayor Mare, you’ve been working too hard.” John reached out and stroked his hand down the mayor’s wither, scratching the skin beneath her fur and inviting her to let out a pent up moan. “Everypony in Ponyville knows the processing fee for a business permit is only 15 bits.” (At least, that’s what Cherry Jubilee had told him — he hadn’t a clue!)

“I’m sorry, John, b-but I can’t go through the normal channels for this permit. I’ve heard that the girls at the Cherry Hill Ranch are spreading diseases.”

John was so insulted by this accusation that he unfortunately stopped his blissful touching of the mayor’s bounteous body. “Well, that’s just slander, ma’am,” he objected. “Miss Jubilee’s girls get checked out regularly by a certified professional, and given a clean bill of health each time. Besides which...” Then, without so much as a by-your-leave, he unzipped his jeans and worked out his huge, veiny member, shamelessly exposing himself to Ponyville’s top politician!

“B-big human cock...” the shocked mare gasped. The vast size and odd shape of human stallionhoods had been the subject of endless gossip, ever since the creation of the portal between Earth and Equestria. The mayor had never paid much mind to the rumours of mare-ruining ape dongs, but now she saw that all of them were true — and more!

“Do you see here, mayor?” John inquired. He palmed his shaft and shook his stiffening cock about, flinging drops of precum all over her desk, then let the huge pulsing head drop right into the centre of her breakfast pastry with a loud *squish* sound. “This fellow’s inspected every hole those girls have got, every night for over two weeks now. Now, does he look unhealthy to you?”

“Oh, goodness... v-v-very healthy indeed.” The earth pony’s senses were blasted with John’s human musk, and she found herself juicing up down below, as her loins prepared themselves for a most unprofessional experience. She knew it was wrong, that she ought to angrily kick John out, but the penis that throbbed before her was everything poor neglected Mary Mare had been missing — long, girthy, stiff, and AVAILABLE!

“You see, Mayor, the girls at Cherry’s boarding house mean everything to me,” John sighed longingly. “I’d hate to see them spend any time in jail just because of a few legal technicalities. After all, if you lock those innocent gals up, who’s going to take care of this fellow?”

John lifted his cockhead from the now soiled pastry and slowly moved around the mayor’s desk, bringing the forbidden meat-treat ever closer to her lips. “Why, he’s already started seducing mares who’ve got coltfriends and wives, ladies who ain’t to be paid for. Who knows which honest, faithful mare might be the next one tempted into sin?”

Despite herself, Mayor Mare began to lap hungrily at John’s swollen cockhead, licking off the smudge of whipped cream at the tip and discovering the salty taste behind the sweet. It wasn’t cheating if she just sucked on it a little... just to clean him up...

“T-the thing is, John,” she tried to explain as her mouth was filled by the heavenly savour of his continuously flowing precum, even more delicious than a Sugarcube Corner pastry. “I need those bits, for... well, for fertility treatments. Very expensive fertility treatments, in Manehattan.”

John sighed unhappily even as his cock was hungrily slurped on by Ponyville’s once distinguished mayor. “I’ve heard about your fertility treatments, ma’am, and I can’t imagine you having that particular problem. I’ve some experience with horses, and you seem quite a healthy and fertile specimen to me. Downright breedable, some might say.”

Leaving a streak of precum across her cheek as he pulled his cock from her unwillingly empty mouth, John placed a hand firmly beneath the mayor’s rump and lifted her onto her desk. Her hooves wrinkled the day’s important papers as he began to diligently inspect her hindquarters. “I-I’m flattered by the attention, John,” the mayor protested, “but my husband and I have been trying to conceive for years!”

“Oh, your husband.” John clucked his tongue. “It takes two to make a foal, Mayor. Always has. If there’s a problem on the other end — let’s say a stallion’s swimmers ain’t swimming so good — well, giving the money to them doctors would be a waste, wouldn’t it?”

“I-I suppose so, John, but... oooh!” The mayor’s stressed mind dissolved into pure pleasure as she felt the human’s long, thick finger press between her lonely cunt lips. Finally feeling the touch of an interested stallion made her ready to swoon and cum for him... not to mention that a single finger upon John’s hand was as long as her husband’s dick, and nearly as thick!

“Now, if you were stabled in a ranch back on Earth,” John continued, gently fingering the already frothing pussy before him, “we’d change out your stud before we decided it was a matter for the horse doctor. I think we should introduce a more potent vintage of semen to your beautiful, ripe, baby ready body. If you end up getting pregnant from that, you wouldn’t need them treatments anymore, would you?”

The mayor bit her lip as John’s finger slid ever deeper into her creamy, throbbing interior. Tempting her. Testing her. Promising her the pleasure every mare deserved... pledging the foal she’d been dreaming of for years!

At last Mary Mare drooped her head, finally facing the failure that was her sham of a marriage. “He cheats on me most every night, John,” she admitted.

“I know it, Mayor, and it’s a damn shame.”

“I pretend to be clueless, but of course, I know — how could I not?” Strangely, confessing out loud made her feel a bit less hopeless about the predicament. “He’ll come home with a stranger’s pussy dripping from his dick, and... I clean him off, just to have him inside me for a moment. Just so I can remember the way he used to make me feel, before we married.”

John clicked his tongue. “I reckon you’re in the wrong profession, Mayor. If you was working at the Cherry Hill Ranch, that’d be your pussy cream on Mr. Ballot’s dick. He’d fuck you every night — and so would half the males in this town, if they had any sense. Why, this marehood was made to be split wide open... filled with cock... shown every single pleasure...”

As he spoke, John’s finger was removed from the mayor’s insides, and something else abutted her dripping, swollen flower of a marehood. Something thicker than a finger, meatier, and much more satisfying. Something that cleaved her cunt in two without the slightest effort, stretching her, filling her with sensations she hadn’t felt in years!

“J-John, I’m not so sure about this.” But Mary didn’t tell him to stop, for a very sensible reason: she didn’t want him to stop!

“I’m simply inseminating a mare,” John assured. “Did it all the time, back on Earth... not quite like this, though.” He gently gripped the mayor’s plot and began to slowly, gently, fuck her on her desk, driving himself ever deeper into her needy, yawning marehood.

The difference with her husband was simply indescribable! Yes, Secret Ballot still fucked his wife, if only rarely, and solely to try to produce an heir for himself. Yet if her husband should manage to strike a glancing blow against Mary’s cervix, he’d cum immediately due to her earth pony magic. Their sex never lasted long, but it always gave Mayor Mare a few days of hope, before a negative pregnancy test crushed her dreams once more.

By stark contrast, John’s prickhead easily kissed her cervix as he pressed it inside, widened that fleshy ring to fit his cock and kept going. He was inside her womb! She felt pregnant already! She was so close to the climax she deserved, until John verbally yanked her away from that joyous pleasure with a stern warning!

“Don’t you cum, now, mayor. We’re just trying to get you a foal. It’d be a bit awkward if you enjoyed this. That’d make it sexual.”

“I-I—” Somewhere swimming in the mayor’s mind was a rebuttal to John’s sexist, outdated advice. “Actually, John, the doctors say that the chances of conception go up if the mare achieves an orgasm.” Not that she’d ever had a chance to put this advice into practice!

“Oh, then you go right ahead, ma’am, and cum as much as you like. Must be one of them differences between Earth horses and the intelligent sort.” John thrust deep into her, the clinical pretense dropped, and Mary shuddered with joy as his thumb begin to rub against her twitching anal pucker — a hole she’d often begged her husband to attend to, to no avail!

“Oh, goodness,” John murmured, “what a perfect tailhole you’ve got here, mayor. If your husband don’t kiss this little sweetheart both good night and good morning, he’s an even bigger fool than I thought.”

With a silent prayer thanking Celestia for opening relations with Earth, the mayor soon found herself climaxing around John’s thrusting shaft. Her mind swum with unaccustomed joys, sensations she hadn’t felt even when she was young and truly in love. Yet John just kept slowly, carefully filling her with his cock, thrusting in and out, sternly keeping her at her peak until she felt the pleasure would drive her mad!

“P-please, just cum in me and make me pregnant!” she begged at last. “It’s too much! I can’t take any more!”

John simply shook his head and clicked his tongue. “No, mayor, I’m afraid you can take quite a bit more,” he stated flatly. And as if to prove it, it was then that he began to truly fuck her.

In the end, Mayor Mary Mare came so many times on John’s cock that the papers on her desk were soaked with marecum and conception was all but assured. By the time John finally grunted and gripped her plot for one final thrust, her mind was a humid swamp, a pleasure blasted mess. Then she felt his cum, thick and potent, pouring into her, and her brain went utterly blank, a snowflake in a solar flare.

Still he kept thrusting, he kept cumming. Just his thick, pulsing orgasm lasted longer than an entire encounter with her husband, peremptory foreplay and all. As John slowed his thrusts, the mayor felt his cream begin to leak out the plugged lips of her marehood. Then, finally, that pillar of pleasures was gently slid from her body, its carnal task accomplished.

John patted the mayor on the rump, as if sending her off to trot back into her stable. “On the off chance that didn’t take, I’ll happily fill you up again,” he offered. “And I’d very much appreciate if you’d consider naming the foal after me. That’s John for a colt, and Joanna for a little filly.”

The mayor raised her cheek from the pastry she’d been resting her face in, her fur now damp with whipped cream and stained with berry juice. “I-I’m not sure, John,” she stammered, “Everything’s fuzzy at the moment, but I think we were planning to name the foal after my husband.”

John simply shrugged. “I don’t see what your husband has to do with this, but it’s your choice.” He set three 5-bit coins on the mayor’s desk, then added a shiny 1-bit piece to the side. “Now, here’s 15 bits for the permit, and I’ve thrown in a little extra just for you. You come by the Ranch and see me when Mr. Ballot starts talking about wanting a second foal.” Tipping his hat once again, the human stud silently zipped himself up and took his leave.

Sitting silently in her empty office with her heart pounding and her cunt leaking, the mayor of Ponyville turned the shiny coin over and over in a hoof, gazing at it as she felt her body begin to adjust to its impending motherhood. This time, she didn’t need a pregnancy test to tell her what she already knew. Celestia’s face smiled up at her from the pressed metal of the coin, blessing both this long awaited conception and the sordid way it had been carried out.

“A human knocked me up...” Mary Mare mused. “He cuckolded my husband and seeded me with his own foal.” Slowly but surely her hoof was drawn to her dripping crotch and began to move back and forth, seeking another in the morning’s chain of unexpected climaxes. “I’m a slut, I’m a cheater, and if I take his money, I’m a whorse...”

After much thought, with the quiet sound of metal sliding across leather, the mayor slipped that forbidden coin into her private saddlebag. For the first time in months, a genuine smile spread across the muzzle of the cheapest whorse in town.

“And why not?” She told herself. “After all, I earned it!”