How Cherry Blossomed

John strode silently down the dirt road towards Ponyville, carrying Cherry Jubilee and her barrel of cider towards the boarding house Cherry called both home and office. Despite his power and confidence, something seemed to be bothering the human, but the freshly fucked and cum-soaked mare was still inhabiting a pleasant daze, and contented herself with the feeling of his finger in her slit, allowing him to speak in his own time.

“Ma’am, I’m sorry if I was too rough, back there,” he confessed at last, with a gentle pat that set Cherry’s plot a-jiggle. “Sometimes I don’t know my own strength.”

“Oh, no, not at all,” Cherry stuttered from her perch on the human’s muscular wither. “I-I rather enjoyed it, truth be told.” As if her several quivering maregasms, and the arousal she still oozed onto John’s thick finger, weren’t indisputable evidence of just such enjoyment! “Seeing as I surround myself with beautiful young mares, it’s been a good while since a stallion bothered to cast a hungry eye at me.”

John laughed deep in his powerful chest, sending rumbles through Cherry’s body. “Inside that boarding house of yours, I expect you carry yourself all prim and officious, like Granny Smith,” he speculated. “‘Good evening, sir, good to see you, room two, please.’” The human gazed over at the pleasured equine flung over his shoulder and sighed lustfully. “I’m glad I met you in the moonlight instead. By golly, out here you’re a woman. The sort of woman who needs a strong man, a man who’s not afraid to...” John’s voice trailed off, then sounded forth with passion. “To give you his whole heart! There, I said it, and I ain’t sorry.”

As John reckoned with the strength of his blurted words, Cherry Jubilee found herself patting her moistened eyes with the only clean edge of her delicate lace hoofkerchief. “Please, John, I cain’t bear to hear such sentiments.”

“Oh, I’m dreadful sorry, Miss Jubilee. Just putting out what’s in my soul.”

“I fear I’ve heard it all before, and in rhyme. Many moons ago, back in Dodge Junction, I was courted by a striking zebra officer.”

“Zebras, eh? Heard of them creatures back on Earth, but can’t say I ever met one up close.”

“Oh, was he ever handsome!” Despite her story’s tragic ending, Cherry cracked a smile as she reminisced about her long gone lover. “Strong as well, and enormously well hung. Oh, my goodness, how he would claim me every which way!”

“An eager lover’s always a blessing,” John agreed, seemingly without jealousy. His possessive hand hardly tightened on her flank as he considered Cherry Jubilee’s sordid past, a past that had seen her used by males — and females! — of every race and description.

“So true,” Cherry agreed, “yet all too soon, my soldier’s duties called him back to his homeland. Why, he left me at the very altar!”

“No!” John burst out. “That no good bounder!”

The saddened mare shook her head, now trying to dispel the painful memory. “Either his body lies now on some faraway battle field, or his promises to me were nothing but poisoned weapons of conquest. No, John, you may save your words, however moving. Love has passed this old mare by.”

“Well, that’s a right shame, ma’am, to give up on life’s greatest light and hope,” John objected gently. “For me it’s always been the opposite: searching for love behind every corner, and none to be found.”

“Two sad souls on life’s journey,” Cherry mused, smiling at her young stud’s strange maturity.

“I suppose so. My Poppa, well... he wasn’t much for fatherly affection. Wasn’t much in any regard, forgive me for saying it. Chasing silver claims up and down the Yukon, always looking for the big score. Fantasizing about riches and wealth instead of honouring his duty to his wife and his son.”

“Sounds like he’d fit right in over at Dodge Junction,” Cherry Jubilee reflected sourly.

“And my poor Momma...” John fell silent and gestured as if about to remove his hat, before realizing that both of his hands were quite occupied. “She loved him, and it broke her. I worked odd jobs on the ranches, taking care of her, always staying close to home. One day, this quack of a unicorn doctor passed through town. I was so desperate to save Momma, I’d have paid anything for anything.”

John sighed at the painful memory. “Well, that damn potion of his was nothing but moonlight and moonshine, but I heard from his assistant there was good wages in Equestria for men willing to work hard. So after my Momma finally passed... welp, here I am. A lonely human, friendless in the land of friendship.”

“Not quite friendless.” Cherry Jubilee leaned against the human and nuzzled the back of his neck, browsing his short cropped mane with her lips.

The human turned away with a pained smile. “Forgive me, Miss Jubilee, but I ain’t quite as dumb as I look. Your speech about Applejack shook me awake from a right pretty dream. You look sweet in that dress, you felt divine on my cock, and it ain’t such a bad feeling just holding you on my shoulder. But I believe all the time you’ve had your lovely eyes on my poor old wallet.”

“That I certainly have,” Cherry chuckled. From her position she could see that wallet in the back pocket of John’s jeans, bobbing up and down against his firm biped plot with each stride. “But you lifted that barrel of cider before we knew each other, and that was the act of a friend. I shan’t be forgetting it soon.”

The welcoming lights of the Cherry Hill Ranch came into view as John walked over a ridge. Cherry Jubilee’s boarding house was a large building positioned just beyond the town line, outside the jurisdiction of Ponyville’s constables — who nonetheless paid regular visits for “inspections.” With its coat of fresh white paint and its neatly trimmed lawn, John had passed this establishment many times without ever suspecting the sensuous depravities available for purchase within — not to mention the captivating beauty of the mistress of the house!

The door creaked open before John’s nudging hip and he brought his two precious parcels into the grand drawing room. From a low stage the gentle sounds of a cello resounded across faded carpeting, as a grey earth pony stroked her bow across her resonant instrument. The bowtied mare raised an elegant eyebrow as John set down the spermy mess he’d made of Cherry Jubilee, but she said nothing.

“You must keep in mind, John, that Octavia is not one of my ‘girls,’” Cherry hastened to inform the human. He simply nodded, setting down the heavy barrel of cider behind a fancy cocktail bar. “She is only here to provide music.”

“And lovely music it is,” John smiled at the sophisticated cellist, receiving a curt nod in response. He rolled away an empty cider barrel from the bar and replaced it with the new one. With his task complete, he stretched his aching back and breathed out heavily, finally acknowledging the strain on his body of carrying both the massive weight of cider and a well fucked mare.

“Any other mare you may find here is yours for the claiming,” Cherry added. “Rest assured that Octavia will not speak of anythang she might see within these walls,” Cherry added with a glare at her fellow earth pony. Turning to the human, she gave a warm and nearly sincere smile of hospitality. “Ya’ll should feel free to relax and indulge yourself tonight, John. I trust you to pay me for the first month of your ‘subscription,’ once you have the bits.”

“Much obliged, ma’am.” John settled his body across a large and comfortable sofa near the stage where Octavia performed. Designed to hold two paying stallions and as many cuddling mares, it now seemed custom tailored to fit his own alicorn-like form.

“I reckon I can rest here for a spell.” John kicked his dusty boots up onto the sofa’s hoofrest, drawing a scowl from Octavia, and patted the ever present bulge in his trousers. “Much as my junior partner here may disagree, I think I can stand a few minutes without no heavenly marehood to sink into.” Yet his eyes were drawn to a hallway that led to the back of the house. Four closed doors ran along its length, and beneath the sensuous drone of Octavia’s cello, John could make out moaning pants and loud cries of lust. This was the true music made at the Cherry Hill ranch, an endlessly shifting duet — or trio! — for stallion and mare.

“Very well, John.” Cherry Jubilee seemed accustomed to the rough manners of working class males, and never would have dreamed of scolding him for dirtying her furniture. “I will check in on you once I’ve changed into somethang more comfortable... and less drenched in your potent seed.”

As Cherry spoke, John’s eyes instantly flashed back to her, and he grinned lustfully. “If I may suggest, ma’am, I believe you’d look right pretty in something red and frilly.”

“Oh...” Cherry blushed like a schoolfilly at the human’s gentle suggestion. “Oh, goodness! Red and frilly... I’ll see what I can do for you!” Cherry climbed a set of wooden stairs to the upper floor of the building, muttering to herself and smiling. “There’s my old Winter Wrap-Up dress, but I ain’t worn that in yairs...” Octavia looked up oddly at her employer as Cherry disappeared into her private boudoir, then shrugged and resumed the strokes of her bow upon her instrument.

John slung a broad arm behind his head and sank into the sofa as his body relaxed. “Never could afford no symphony halls back on Earth,” he mused, “but this is real nice. Is Miss Jubilee treating you right, Miss Octavia? Good pay, no complaints?” The grey earth pony simply nodded, and continued her playing. Yet there was a liveliness to her music now that she had an appreciative, if uneducated audience.

After a few minutes of calming music, one of the bedroom doors opened with a click, and out trotted a blue unicorn and a crosseyed grey pegasus. The two mares were escorting an earth pony stallion who took wobbling steps as he drunkenly groped both mares’ plots, first with one hoof, then another. The unicorn bore a clearly false smile across her muzzle, which her pegasus friend was trying to copy, with but little success.

“Oh, baby, that was some incredible sex!” the grey pegasus claimed, as if reading lines from a script. “Did you hear me moaning when I had my maregasm? It was totes believable!”

“Heh, heh...” the stallion grunted. “You know you love it, you sluts...”

“Indeed, it takes a true stud to satisfy The Great and Powerful Trixie!” The unicorn rolled her eyes and silently retched even as she praised this stallion’s virility to the skies. “Much less to take two mares to the heights of ecstasy!”

“You go right home, sir, and get some sleep,” the grey pegasus urged her client. “Tell the Mayor we said hello!”

“No, don’t tell her anything!” the unicorn hissed as she practically shoved the sauced earth pony towards the front door of the Cherry Hill Ranch. “For Celestia’s sake, Derpy, learn to keep your big mouth shut!”

“I-I’m sorry, Trixie, but he is our customer, we should be nice.”

“I let him pop off in my pussy, that should be nice enough for anypony...” the unicorn grumbled.

With a belch, the drunken stallion stumbled past John’s sofa and pushed the front door open, disappearing into Ponyville’s early morning. John had to stifle a gasp as he recognized the slovenly, disgraceful sight. Why, that soused carouser was none other than Secret Ballot, the seemingly respectable husband of Mayor Mary Mare herself!

“Hrmph, and there’s the last of the cider gone, down that quickshot bastard’s gullet,” the unicorn mare grumbled, as the door closed behind her customer’s unwelcome form. “I guess it’s back to the hard liquor for The Great and Powerful—”

“No drinking on the job, Trixie,” Octavia interrupted the unicorn without missing a beat or a stroke of her bow. She gave the other two mares a nod in John’s direction. “You two have another customer waiting, and he expects a deluxe treatment.”

Both mares were nearly startled out of their sexy horseshoes as they noticed John shifting his body on the couch, peering at them from beneath the brim of his hat. The slowly softening bulge in his trousers stiffened right up and throbbed expectantly. Through his work on Earth’s ranches, John had become a fair judge of horseflesh, and it seemed he rated these two sapient specimens quite highly!

“Oh, wow...” murmured the grey pegasus, her eyes wide and one of her pupils bouncing about, seemingly without rhyme or reason. “T-Trixie, look at him! He’s so big and strong!”

The blue unicorn was not quite so impressed. “Ugh, what are you supposed to be, some kind of human?” she spat.

“That’s about the size of it, ma’am.” John tipped his hat in a familiar greeting. “The name is John, and as it happens, I’ve brought a fresh barrel of cider for you. I ran into your boss lady just outside Sweet Apple Acres, and helped her carry it over.”

“And what were you doing at Sweet Apple Acres, hrm?” the unicorn wanted to know. “Cavorting with Applejack, no doubt — when you could have been enjoying the unparalleled pleasures of The Great and Powerful Trixie!”

“Guilty as charged,” John admitted nervously, though without taking his eyes off Trixie’s lacey, gothic style dress and shapely blue flank. “Though I must say, that is an error I am eager to correct. So you’re Trixie, and you must be...”

The pudgy, cross eyed pegasus seemed to hide behind the slimmer body of the more experienced unicorn whorse. “Oh, my name is Muffins Ditzy Doo Hooves,” she peeped, “b-but everypony around town just calls me Derpy.”

“That ain’t very nice,” John objected. “Come here, Miss Muffins.” The pegasus trotted with hesitation towards the human’s outstretched hand, yet soon found herself thrilling to his touch on her mane. “Oh, goodness.” John shook his head with wonderment as he gazed upon the pegasus’ features. “What a rare beauty you are. Why, a fellow could get lost in these eyes.”

“I-I just started working here at the Ranch,” Derpy confessed, shyly putting one hoof behind the other. “I never thought I’d have to do this, but I have a foal, and money’s so tight...”

“Cruel world, ain’t it?” John shook his head sadly. “Come up to whispering distance, and let me make it a little sweeter.” Cupping the pegasus’ delicate ear in a palm, he leaned in and murmured: “You’re getting 10 bits extra from me tonight. From now on, you ain’t got to worry about feeding your foal, OK?”

“Th-thank you, sir!” Derpy chirped, her normal happy and bouncy mood restored. Leaning forward, she impulsively pecked the human on the lips. “I’ll fuck you real good tonight, you’ll see!”

Trixie gave a sour frown at the human’s vulnerability to a sob story. A mother selling her body for the sake of her hungry foal — why, it was the oldest tale in Equestria’s oldest profession! “Not that you asked, John,” she announced haughtily, “but Trixie is only sucking cocks in a brothel until her magic career takes off.”

John raised an eyebrow at this proposition. “Well now,” he suggested, “I reckon you can show me some of the magic, and some of the cocksucking, and I can tell you which one you oughta stick to.”

Trixie grunted with annoyance and ignited her horn, using her aura to grab the human’s tight fitting boots and pull them off his feet. Meanwhile, Derpy gripped the zipper of the human’s jeans between her teeth and tugged them down, working the canvas and cotton down his sturdy hips with her wings.

Trixie’s jaw dropped and her spell fizzled as she beheld the sheer size of the behemoth that sprang from John’s trousers when Derpy unleashed it. Derpy simply cooed lovingly at the alien sight, but Trixie whinnied and shied away from the angry beast! Covered in pulsing veins, that cock seemed like a monster from another world, come to Equestria for only one purpose — to turn the greatest and most powerful mares into submissive, disposable onaholes!

Unaccountably, Derpy felt no such apprehension. Her eyes were wide with excitement and she flapped up to drop upon John’s lap, practically pouncing on his cock and eagerly tasting its glistening length with her small pony tongue.

“Ooh, he’s a big boy, and he’s covered with marecum!” Derpy smiled up at John from her position atop his legs as she fastened her lips around the tip of his leaking cockhead and gave a tender suckle. “You must have made Applejack feel really good, sir!”

“Well, I ain’t one to boast,” John demurred. “You’d have to ask Applejack how she felt.”

I-it’s just a cock... the unicorn reminded herself. The Great and Powerful Trixie never loses to cocks! Trotting over to the duo on the couch, she carefully drew her tongue up John’s shaft, asserting her dominance, smacking her lips and trying to place the odd mixture of tastes. “This doesn’t taste like Applejack’s cum,” she observed sourly.

“Mmm, maybe cause his own stuff is on here, too! It tastes so good!” Derpy began lapping a spermy mess from a pool that had gathered between the human’s bulging balls, tasting not only his own seed but the carnal residues of the TWO mares he’d pleasured earlier that night!

Skeptically at first, Trixie joined her pegasus friend in worshipping her customer’s dick. Yet before long, she was involuntarily letting out light moans as her tongue touched John’s proud human flesh. The unicorn mage had a slight preference for her fellow females, and it had been a very long time since any sort of stallion made her feel this way!

John merely chuckled as if instant devotion to his dick were an everyday occurrence for him. He gently stroked the two mares’ manes and worked one foot against the other, at last kicking off the boot Trixie had half-removed from his long forgotten foot. All the while, Octavia played away on her cello, seemingly unaffected by the erotic sight unfolding before her.

Slowly working up John’s shaft as Derpy tended his balls, Trixie soon took control of his prickhead with her lips. Instantly a large pulse of precum spurted into her mouth, setting her tongue a-tingle with exotic flavours. Even this jaded whorse had to admit that there was something special about human cock... or at least, this human’s cock! Were all of Earth’s males so large, and addictive?

More research was surely required... Trixie wanted to explore each and every vein and wrinkle with her tongue. No — she wanted his huge palm to grip her head and FORCE her to swallow him, ramming her down his shaft til her lips touched Derpy’s in a perverted kiss! Why wouldn’t John take the hint? Oh, how Trixie longed to demonstrate the undisputable superiority of unicorn throats! Her untouched pussy winked out desperately as she haughtily teased John’s prick with magical strokes and firm, tongue twirling suction.

Yet even through her debts (so many debts!!) had compelled her to whorse herself out, Trixie remained Great and Powerful. She had her dignity, after all... and she also had Derpy to look after! Much as she longed to, Trixie couldn’t brutally throatfuck herself on this stupendous cock just to satisfy her own needs. If she didn’t set a good example for her trainee, that ditzy single mum was likely to forget that prostitution was only a job, and throw herself romantically at the first male capable of actually pleasuring her!

“Oh, these cute little pony mouths... this is just what I needed, girls.” John was truly relaxing now, sinking ever deeper into the cushy sofa, a dopey grin upon his handsome features as Derpy’s muzzle explored his heavy balls and Trixie’s lips frantically pulled bursts of precum from his leaking dome. These light flicks of oral pleasure were quite welcome after his strenuous workout with Applejack, not to mention giving Cherry Jubilee her long delayed plowing!

“Here, Derpy, give it a try,” Trixie volunteered, reluctantly releasing John’s tangy, mushroom shaped flare from her mouth. She gathered the cock in her aura and pressed its substantive weight against the smudged yellow lipstick on Derpy’s lips. “Just act like you’re swallowing, and let it slip down your throat. If you can handle this one, you won’t have a problem deepthroating anycreature!”

“Mmm... so yummy... I want it all inside me!” Derpy cheered, quite optimistically. The pegasus mare turned about to get a better angle in her attempt to slide John’s monstrous head further into her tiny mouth, presenting her pudgy rump to the human as she did. As those motherly moons came into reach, John couldn’t help but reach up between Derpy’s hind legs and stroke the little pink winker he saw twitching before him. “Eep!” Derpy squeaked.

“Hey, hooves off her!” her mentor snapped protectively. “She’s still in training!”

“No, it’s OK, Trixie,” Derpy stated quietly, gently mouthing the human’s prick, returning the pleasure he was sending into her body. “He’s being really gentle... ooh! His fingers are like magic!”

“Just trying to be a good customer, ma’am,” John explained. “I wouldn’t want to disgrace myself like that fellow you just tossed out. The way I see it, if a mare has to take up this line of work, she ought to be able to enjoy it, at least.”

“Hrm, a big talker, huh?” Trixie turned and flaunted her own magnificent flank, lifting her already flagged tail to its utmost. “Let’s see you handle a Great and Powerful marepussy!”

“Mmm, don’t mind if I do.” John agreed. Stretching his hands forward, he plunged thick index fingers into two hungry slits that clenched hungrily upon his girth. Sadly, these pussies were regularly disappointed even by full sized stallion cocks. This late at night, they would take whatever they could get! After gently stroking in and out a few times, John withdrew those wet and shiny digits, drawing thick strings of cuntsap out of two marehoods that weeped for joy. He used that precious pleasure fluid to polish winking clits, before pressing those hefty fingers back into warm, moist envelopes of pleasure.

“Hrmph, I’ve had better...” Trixie moaned over a jaw stretching mouthful of human testicle, as waves of passion surged through her slippery nethers. “B-but not from a s-stallion!”

“You are one silly mare, Trixie,” John chuckled. “Why worry if somepony else does it better? Let’s just enjoy what we’ve got right here and now.” The male kept up his gentle fingering as his appointed mares worked his meat ever more frantically, sucking and stroking for the salty treat that bubbled within those fat and sweaty balls. Occasionally John treated himself to a gentle grope of plush plot flesh, enjoying the very different charms of Trixie’s toned tushie and Derpy’s lingering pregnancy pudge.

Within minutes, all three happy creatures climaxed at once. Derpy squeaked, Trixie moaned and John bellowed, thrusting his hips between two tenderly kissing sets of lips. The human’s cock surged, spraying jets of white sperm high in the air, only to be caught in Trixie’s hovering magic field before they could soil Cherry Jubilee’s carpet. John’s dick batted back and forth, striking Derpy’s cheek, then Trixie’s, leaving damp and musky spots on their fur as the two mares moaned helplessly in the throes of their own pleasure.

“Oh, golly, that was terrific, girls...” John moaned and mumbled, shifting against the soft cushions of the couch, his breathing calming as his clenching balls eased, and fountains of sperm became silver spurts and dribbles. “Just... heavens, I never knew Ponyville held such delights!”

Trixie was the first of the three to recover from her climax. She carefully lowered the sloshing magical bubble that held John’s cumshot, then split the hefty load in half and hovered a blob of sticky white goo against Derpy’s lips. The pegasus drank hungrily of male seed, pressing her tongue into the magically assembled ball of semen as if Prench kissing it, slurping the cum down eagerly and savouring the taste. Trixie smiled reluctantly and lifted the other cum-bubble to her own lips, sipping the male concoction as if she were taking afternoon tea with Princess Celestia herself. The taste of John’s nut was foreign to her tongue, yet fresh and undeniably delicious!

“Mmm, thanks, Trixie! This is my favourite bit!” Derpy cheered and licked her spermy lips. “Stallion cum is always so tasty... and they’re so happy when we take it out of them! Erm.. how do you think he’d like to do us next? D-do you think I’m ready to take something that big in my plot?”

Such questions were seemingly moot, as John had finally found the relief he needed to get himself in the mood for sleep. His eyes slowly closed as he lay upon the sofa. His rugged features softened, all thoughts of pony pounding lust seemingly forgotten, as he drifted into Luna’s world of dreams.

“Hrmph,” Trixie sniffed, poking at the human’s slowly shrinking meat with a hoof. “Trixie has had audiences fall asleep on her before, but this is insulting!”

“Awe, he looks like a little angel when he’s sleeping!” Derpy sighed. She gently gave the human another kiss, smearing a smudge of yellow lipstick on his cheek to match the ring her lips had left a few inches down his drooping dick. “Oh, he’s handsome, too, and so generous...”

Trixie rolled her eyes even as she took another sip of John’s scrumptious seed. It seemed that Derpy was every bit as sentimental as the males she found so easy to manipulate. When would she learn that stallions of any species could be relied on to provide only three things — foals, bits, and headaches!

Yet before the young mother could get too far in her seduction of the sleeping human, Derpy perked up their ears at the unfamiliar sound of high heels tapping down the wooden staircase from Cherry Jubilee’s private bedchamber. Both she and Trixie gawked upwards at the sight of their boss wearing an outfit they’d never seen before — the reddest and frilliest dress to be found this side of a Grand Galloping Gala!

Tailored for the wealthier and slimmer mare she’d been 20 years earlier, this luxurious dress did nothing to flatter Cherry’s aging body — yet she grinned and glowed with the aura of a lady whose ravenous lover can see no flaws. Cherry practically pranced downstairs on cherry coloured stilettos, impossibly high heeled horseshoes which gave her the extra height she would need to woo a male much taller than any stallion. She trotted through her drawing room with head held high, the tall red feathers on her fine hat swaying as she moved.

Cherry Jubilee brushed by John’s slumbering form, casting an appreciative glimpse at his softening yet still substantive stallionhood. “Excellent work, you two,” she remarked with a smile. “Now, go and fix your makeup for the next — oh, I do declare, he’s getting hard again!”

Indeed, John stirred violently in his sleep as he caught the scent of Cherry Jubilee’s refreshed and cherry-scented perfume. “Oh, Miss Jubilee...” he muttered, his breath quickening. His saliva soaked dick twitched and began to thicken, reversing its drooping and swiftly swelling back to its fully tumescent state.

“Cherry, why did he say your name just now?” asked Trixie suspiciously.

“N-never mind that, ladies, just keep at it,” Cherry Jubilee admonished. “Until some other customer comes in and needs your attention, I want both of you focused on making John completely limp.” Especially because I want to see what it takes to make him go limp! she thought to herself.

“Mmm, I’m going to ride him!” Derpy cheered. With a flap of her wings, she soared up onto the sofa, slowly lowering her fat plot until her eager, wet lips spread wide around the conquering tip of John’s shaft.

“Ahhh, big...” Derpy’s eyes rolled back in her head as she slowly descended, stuffing herself with human meat. “Oh, he’s hitting all the good spots. I can’t believe we get him as many times as we want!”

“Remember to pace yourself, Derpy,” Cherry admonished. “John will be a regular visitor here at the Ranch, and we must keep ourselves fresh for him.”

Derpy pouted even as John’s cock broached her cervix and slid satisfyingly into her womb. “Eep! Oh, OK, I’ll go nice and slow... b-but only because I want him to get his sleep!”

With a rustling of skirts, Cherry Jubilee sat her well padded (and, for once, well pounded!) plot upon the grand settee reserved for the mistress of this boarding house. Resting her chin on a hoof, she idly watched her newest employee taking her fill of human prick, slowly flexing her wings and flying up and down with exactly the right angle to stroke herself against his pelvic bone. Another hoof soon drifted beneath Cherry’s voluminous petticoats, firmly rubbing a stiff and needy clit.

Sadly, Derpy’s own petticoats soon slid down her fat and juicy flanks, swishing about modestly to hide the inter-species coupling. That is, until Trixie considerably lifted Derpy’s dress with her magic. Cherry resumed her voyeuristic fun while the magician tripped her tongue lightly over John’s balls, cleaning off the rivulets of pegasus cream that seeped down his shaft in a constant flow.

Oh, even in your sleep, you’re such a stud... I wish I could join them! Cherry’s joy soon soured into a most unbecoming jealousy, her experienced hoof merely a second best substitute for this handsome human’s personal attention. No, I wish I had you all to myself!

After all, why should young whorses like Trixie and Derpy get all the penis? It was older, experienced mares who knew how to properly coddle a monstrous stallionhood like John’s. Earth pony mares, no less — the strongest tribe was built to serve the strongest cocks!

Cherry’s heart (and hoof) raced as she thought of John’s gentle strength, his firm grip and his kind smile. Her mind flitted unbidden to the wardrobe she’d just ransacked, and to the lonely wedding dress that still hung in one far corner. A lovely, lace covered garment which she’d worn only once, waiting in a Dodge Junction chapel. Standing there all alone, til dusk had fallen and there was simply no escaping the fact that her soldier was gone, never to return...

No, no! I cain’t fall in love! Not again, not ever! A tear dropped from Cherry’s eye as long suppressed emotions surged up within her. John could never love a mare like me! No decent stallion ever could!

Unknowing of the turmoil he’d caused in the mare he’d helped that evening, John grunted and groaned in his sleep, finally letting out a long sigh of satisfaction. The massive tube running along the underside of his prick flexed and pulsed as he fired another undoubtedly huge load directly into Derpy’s welcoming (albeit well protected) womb. Derpy squealed with joy, flinging her wings over her mouth so that her cries wouldn’t wake her customer up.

Oh, John, oh, John... Cherry Jubilee’s misery only grew as she watched her pegasus employee shudder with mutual climax atop Equestria’s most desirable column of stallionhood. Her orgasm was ruined now, her masturbation spoiled. Why did you have to meet me now, all used up and withered? Why couldn’t we have been young together?

Cherry sadly touched her pudgy barrel through her ill fitting dress as she watched Derpy climb off of John’s crotch, and Trixie haughtily take her turn upon the undiminished stallionhood the brothel’s madam craved for her personal property. As Trixie groaned passionately and slowly worked her firm young plot down that mighty length, one forbidden thought was racing through Cherry Jubilee’s mind:

And why, you cruel man, why did you have to obey so doggone quick when I told you to pull out?