How Cherry Blossomed

The next morning, Cherry Jubilee rose from her bed as early as she dared. She’d spent seemingly the whole night clopping off, humping her pillow, fantasizing about taking the place of her whorses in the eager service of their studly human customer. She longed for John’s gentle hand to firmly guide her mouth up and down his powerful stallionhood as her pussy winked and begged for violation. Of course his cock had supplied that need as well, and even broached her seldom used ponut, if only in the realm of dream and fantasy.

On the tips of her hooves she crept down the stairway into the drawing room of her whorsehouse, hoping to kneel before the slumbering human sprawled upon her sofa and draw with eager lips a hearty breakfast load. Sadly, instead of an insatiable male laying in wait with a seductive smile and a stiff cock, Cherry found nothing downstairs but the dawn’s light and a small hoofful of coins upon a table: coins that weighed down a scrawled note.

Miz Jubily,
This is all the bits I had on me.
Will be bak after werk with more.
JOHN

A second set of coins made a small and lumpy bulge in a used pay envelope from the Ponyville mill. John had crossed out his own name on the envelope and in neat if uneducated writing, he had printed Fer Miz Muffens & her lil one❤

Cherry smiled at the kind gesture, even though John’s generosity meant a delay in her own payment. Derpy had left early in the morning to prepare her filly for school, but the three other employees of the Cherry Hill Ranch were still in their rooms, sleeping off their nights of poorly paid passion. Indeed, Trixie’s great and powerful snores were audible throughout the house. For Cherry Jubilee, there would be no sweet monkey lovemaking this morning: her work day had begun.

Gritting her teeth and gathering her mane up in a bandana, Cherry began to tackle the many chores required of a madam when the girls of her brothel were catching their beauty sleep. She put a pot of stew to simmer and set a huge pan of cornbread baking in the oven. As her employees awoke and bathed, she served their meager breakfasts, then swept and dusted, tidying up the whorses’ rooms. She made sure to replace small items that had been knocked over last night by a mis-aimed cumshot, or smashed by the flick of a stallion’s tail at the height of his passion.

Straining and sweating, Cherry hauled out the empty cider barrel to set against the side of the boarding house, where Big Mac would silently pick it up in the afternoon as he returned home from Ponyville. She then refilled the liquor bottles at her bar, adding a little more water to the mix than usual. She scrubbed the tile of the grand bathroom, a spacious place where her wealthiest customers bathed — and fucked — in a large and luxurious tub. While there, Cherry checked the medicine cabinet, counting her diminishing stock of enhancement potions. She then added to the shortage herself, downing a contraceptive draught and making a note to place another order with Zecora.

After all that, Cherry settled back into her lonesome bed to snatch a brief nap. Naturally, sleep was preceded by another heated clop session, fuelled by a bodice ripper of a fantasy in which Princess Celestia (for some reason) commanded Cherry Jubilee to be John’s personal pleasure slave. The thought pleased Cherry greatly, especially when John fastened a collar around her neck to mark his ownership...

It was thus that Cherry arose refreshed and optimistic, awakened by the daily bustle of afternoon activity from the communal dressing room. She trotted downstairs to take a look, smiling at the industriousness of her employees. Her work for the day had reached a lull, but theirs was only beginning.

The dressing room was the most private place in the Cherry Hill Ranch, with not a single stallion having ever been permitted to glimpse inside. Within its confines, any and all feminine secrets were revealed. Dresses and cosmetics flew through the air as three beautiful mares prepared for a night of hard work holding their hind legs open. Magical spells of illusion and repair burst from unicorn horns and shimmered across sexy bodies: fixing rips in frilly skirts, firming up flabby barrels and enhancing the sensitivity of nipples and clits.

Cherry Jubilee’s girls were all determined to look their best and moan their loudest tonight. After all, they were competing for bits with Sweet Apple Acres, home of the effortlessly lovely and immensely skilled Applejack. Ponyville’s most desired whorse satisfied stallions as efficiently as she bucked apples, sometimes draining up to 30 cocks in a single night — and as the Element of Honesty, everypony knew she couldn’t fake those maregasms!

Yet Cherry Jubilee had never settled for second best. She and her stable were here in Ponyville to stay. Applejack or no Applejack, they’d satisfy any stallion who wanted something different, and wring every testicle dry that dared to come through the door of the Cherry Hill Ranch!

The stroke of 5 P.M. was greeted by chimes from Ponyville’s town clock. Yet those sweet sounds were drowned out by the blaring whistles which blew at mills, quarries and factories all around the area. These loud, piercing noises signalled the end of the work day and the beginning of another evening full of parties, dancing, and frivolous fun. This was also the moment when Ponyville’s post office closed its doors: thus it was no surprise when mere seconds later, Derpy Hooves frantically flapped in to the dressing room through a side window.

The harried single mother swiftly began her preparations for her second job. With the help of her co-workers, she changed from her plain mailmare’s garb to a stunning emerald green dress. Her usual yellow lipstick was skilfully applied to her lips, her mane was pinned up in the latest Prench style, and a daring half-bra compressed sagging teats into a canyon of cock stiffening crotch-cleavage. In moments, the chubby pegasus was transformed from a plain civil servant into a luscious and desirable MILF — Mare I’d Like to Fondle, in the rough language of Ponyville’s working stallions.

In less than an hour, such stallions would be pouring through the door to the Cherry Hill Ranch, eager to spend bits from their pay packets on a few moments of make-believe romance and very real pleasure. But before these lovely mares could properly greet their temporary suitors, there was one last task to perform. With kisses and caresses of increasing intensity, the four ladies fell into each others hooves and began to warm each other up, in that special way only one mare can do with another.

It was a show any stallion would have paid to see! Each night, in utmost privacy, the girls of the Cherry Hill Ranch brought each other to the very edge of sopping maregasms, then brutally edged one another for as long as they dared, until each was wild eyed and desperate for climax. This ensured that their first customers of the evening would find their paid-for pussies to be heated, soaking wet, and ready to leap into bed with any stiff cock they could find. Yes, the penile nub of the merest two-pump chump would seem like a girthy oasis in a desert of denial, once these sexy mares were finished teasing each other!

Squeals of female pleasure soon filled the steamy air of the dressing room, as four mares took their enjoyment without a stallion to be seen. Trixie and Moondancer had their magic, of course, and Tree Hugger’s talented tongue was in great demand. Derpy, who was still quite shy when it came to pleasuring other mares, preferred to lay on a nearby couch and stroked her own clit, trying to copy the firm touch she’d felt from her most memorable customer of the night before.

On days when Octavia arrived to work early, the exclusively sapphic cellist was known to contribute her own considerable skills to the writhing mass of mare-flesh. Even Cherry Jubilee herself was not above lending a hoof. Today, a quick glimpse inside the dressing room to see if her employees needed anything, and she was gripped by Trixie’s magic and drawn into the whirlpool of lesbian lust, both pleasuring and being pleasured in turn. Her skilled manipulations swiftly drove Trixie to a loud and frustrated peak even as the unicorn lapped at Cherry’s own dripping, human ready cunt. Yet just as Cherry’s passion verged on climax, she too was denied her release — by the loud pounding of a knock at the front door of the boarding house!

Cherry Jubilee forced her flagging tail downwards and ground her teeth as she trotted down the hall and towards the solid wooden door. No doubt this was the mayor’s husband again, convinced that the rules didn’t apply to him, and here to demand another before-hours blowjob! Why, Cherry had half a mind to tell Derpy to “accidentally” bite his dick!

Her mind steaming, the angry madam cracked open her door and peered outwards. “Sir, as you know, we open at 6 — oh, hello, John!” Cherry’s false smile quickly became genuine as she beheld the human male who’d ravished her the previous night. He was as tall as she remembered, and delightfully sweaty from a day of hard labour. Oh, she’d be a happy mare indeed, if only he’d let her work her muzzle between those firm plot cheeks and drink in his scent!

“No worries, ma’am, I’m just bringing my pay for the day.” John slipped his pay envelope to her through the crack in the door. “I wanted to hand it over as quick as I got it, so you wouldn’t think I was trying to cheat you. 6 o’clock, you said?”

“No, John, come in, please. Come up to my room, and let’s talk.” John touched his hat and followed the flustered madam inside, carefully shutting and locking the door behind him.

Cherry shook John’s unopened pay packet in her mouth as she climbed the wooden stairs, listening to the coins jingle. Why, there must be a good 30 bits in here! she thought. John’s footsteps sounded right behind her, and his gaze was certainly on her flank and her twitching tail. Indeed, as Cherry turned the door handle to her bedroom and cast a glance back at him, John cast his eyes away swiftly and shyly — the sure sign of a stallion caught eyeing his next juicy meal.

Cherry Jubilee dropped the pay packet on her freshly made bed and sat next to it, looking up at the tall biped who’d so easily conquered both her body and her dreams. “John, think about this. You cain’t give me all of your money. What will you eat?” She blushed and crossed her hind legs. “F-food, I mean.”

John scratched the back of his neck, seemingly embarrassed. “Some of the stallions at the mill said they’d share their lunches with me,” he explained. “They did make me promise to tell them all the juicy details — but that just means your girls may get a few more customers. Naturally, I won’t tell them what I get up to with you.”

John sat down on Cherry’s bed, sending her fur bristling with the electricity of his closeness, and gently pushed the envelope back towards her. “Come on now, take it, please. I promised you 400 bits and I do hate to be in debt.” The human stud coughed awkwardly. “Besides which... I confess my thoughts haven’t strayed from your marehood all day. I hoped promptness on my part might convince you to get started a little early.”

“Hrm, very well, John,” Cherry agreed. “We can proceed with this plan of scrounging other ponies lunches, but if it seems as if you’re getting too skinny, I’ll be serving you a home cooked dinner myself. I can’t have you losing any of that human stamina.” She turned to moved the small fortune into her safe, then gasped as John’s hand took abrupt possession of her left plot cheek.

“Dinner, eh? I reckon it’s about that time...” Abruptly she felt the kiss of his lips on her nethers, and the warm thickness of his tongue travelling up her slit, savouring her taste.

“J-John, you mustn’t... eep!” Devoured by a fearsome human — what a fate! His mouth pressed gently into her, then his tongue travelled down to locate her large, winking clit. Tweaking and teasing, he made her writhe with every motion of his tongue, squeaking and moaning until all rationality seemed banished from her mareish mind.

“I always did enjoy doing this,” John whispered, “but most whores ain’t exactly fresh down there.” The human loudly smacked his lips. “Mmm, you are clean and delicious, and you really do taste like sweet cherries.”

“Unnnh! Oh, John!” Cherry Jubilee simply writhed with pleasure, her tongue lolling out and her head placed strangely within her open safe, resting on her minuscule pile of saved up bits. Trixie’s tongue was skilled beyond measure, not to mention the ministrations that her naughty magic always wrought on Cherry’s form, but tonight it seemed that the great and powerful unicorn had only been the warm-up act for John’s devoted devouring.

“John, John, please!” Cherry begged, her voice echoing from within her safe, unsure if she was asking him to stop or keep going. Horribly, he stopped! Yet... thankfully, only for a moment!

“Oh, I’m sorry, ma’am, didn’t mean to leave your little pucker up there all lonesome.” John adjusted his hat and then his tongue made its wonderful return. Its wet tip slipped past the fluttering ring of her ponut, heedless of the sweat and musk that had accumulated through her day of hard work. “Mmm, and there’s the sour cherries,” he groaned as he set again to work.

It was then that Cherry Jubilee truly learned what it meant to “eat that ass like groceries!” John gobbled her backside like none other, slurping noisily, swiping his tongue across the ridges of her ponut before pressing gently into the warm, throbbing tailhole.

Cherry Jubilee wanted nothing more than to climax under this tongue, over and over, wherever on her body John cared to place it. Yet with the full strength of her will power she rolled over onto her bed, struggling to cover with inadequate hooves any part of her that the human might wish to thrill with a touch or a kiss. “Please, John, I’m begging you, give an old mare a rest!” she squeaked.

John obediently ceased his eager rimming. The bristles of his cheeks caught delightfully against Cherry’s fur as he withdrew his face from her forbidden canyon. “Something wrong, ma’am?” he asked solicitously. “I’m sure you must have had better lovers, but I’m trying my best.”

“John, it ain’t that at all.” Cherry frantically fanned herself with a hoof to the rhythm of her pounding heart. “Why, Celestia knows I ain’t been this excited for yairs! But my girls are dressing directly below us. If we keep going like we are, they’re certain to hear, and they’ll know exactly what you’re doing to me.” Oh, dear, why was the thought so exciting?

“Well, why shouldn’t they know?” John asked, reaching once again for his lover’s extra large bum. “It’s no more than I’m about to do to them.”

Cherry smiled coquettishly and wrestled her plot out of John’s needy hand. Her holes twitched for the return of his rampaging tongue, but she soothed her mane with a hoof and tried to look stern.

“John, there is a little thing called manners, which makes lovemaking all the more enjoyable. My girls may be whorses, but I am a lady. If you wish to seduce me, we will need to file off some of your rough edges first.”

John bit his lip and considered this. “Well, if it had to happen, I couldn’t ask for a nicer mare to civilize me,” he confessed.

“Oh, dear me, I don’t want you to be civilized.” Cherry tittered. “Come downstairs and let me teach you how to be dirty.”

Cherry closed her safe and trotted back down the wooden stairs, with John again following eagerly behind her swivelling rump. In the grand drawing room, she guided him into the large seat once reserved for herself. As he lifted his arms onto the hoofrests, his bulge stood out at her eye level, tempting her, distracting her.

Perhaps the human way of doing things was best, after all, Cherry mused. Simple, and direct. Why waste time with manners when there was a male to be serviced? Who would call for a prim and proper lady when a cock needed sucking? Duchesses and Princesses should step aside, and let a confident whorse handle the job!

Cherry leaned in to John’s lap and tenderly kissed his malehood hello through the thick canvas fabric, barely resisting the urge to rip off his trousers and throat him then and there. As John tensed up, Cherry climbed up upon his lap and leaned against his chest, taking deep breaths of the sweat that soaked his rough flannel shirt. Here she found the only thing that could distract her from John’s needy erection: his raw, mind melting ape stench!

Oh, how she moaned, the scent of him corroding her flimsy equine resistance as she scrubbed her needy slit up and down his girth. Cherry desperately hoped there were no mares working at the Ponyville Mill, as any such fortunate females would be debilitated by a state of constant arousal!

John moaned, too, deep and predatory. His naughty hands gently reached beneath her skirts and brushed her teats, turning already aroused pebbles into painful pinpricks of pleasure. Cherry struggled to control herself. As much as she wanted to throw caution to the winds, it just wouldn’t do to be fucked like a cheap slut in her place of business, within earshot of her employees!

“John... oh, John... please, listen to me! You must be on your best behaviour as I introduce you to the girls. As far as they’re concerned, I’m simply sitting flirtatiously in your lap, taking comfort in your broad and powerful arms.”

“Flirtatious, eh?” John enjoyed this thought enough to calm his roaming hands. He lifted his arms from beneath Cherry’s skirts and embraced her tenderly, setting her heart fluttering. “A fellow could get used to this, I reckon. But if I had one guess, I’d say the whole time we’re sitting here all cozy like, you aim to be be wearing a hole in my jeans with your marehood.” Even as he spoke, his shaft slipped between Cherry’s swollen mounds as her hips moved back and forth, graciously accepting a teatfuck from her as the price of his continued gentleness.

“I aim to please you better than that, John,” Cherry assured. “So much better. Yes, to all appearances, you will simply be flattering an old mare with chaste affection. Yet beneath the surface... well, billowy dresses may conceal scandalous secrets.”

Anticipating her wishes, John eagerly unzipped and extracted his pillar of pleasures. Finally, she could touch that meaty prize, flesh upon flesh! Cherry Jubilee sat down firmly on John’s lap and rubbed her lips against his sacred malehood, back and forth, feeling herself involuntarily (yet eagerly!) spread open for her own impending stuffing.

“Oh, dear... was it this large last night?” Beneath her arousal Cherry began to feel a bit apprehensive about her human’s endowments and appetites. “Why, you’re fit to split me in two!”

“Ain’t hurt a mare yet,” John grunted. This was small comfort, for John’s previous lover was the powerful Applejack! Yet the human’s hands on her flanks guided her gently into position and gave her confidence that she would survive this rutting, too. “Just sit yourself down, Miss Jubilee, nice and easy. My cock and your marehood are a perfect match, I reckon.”

So it might have seemed to the human, but Cherry Jubilee’s pussy had a different opinion: John was FAR too large, and deliciously so! She felt herself stretch as he spread her wide open. Length after girthy length slipped up into her, driving Cherry to the brink of pleasure, yet John still hadn’t technically completed his first thrust! Where a stallion would have bottomed out and come inside her immediately, her human was merely getting started.

By the time Cherry motioned that he should stop and let her catch her breath, John’s pulsating crown brushed the magical entrance to her recently fortified womb. Cherry Jubilee wasn’t merely penetrated — she’d been impaled! Yet several inches of human meat remained outside its rightful home, untouched save by Cherry’s continuously dribbling stream of arousal.

Cherry crossed her hind legs, tightening her cunt even more around the fleshy treasure half-buried inside, and wrapped her front legs around John’s powerful neck. John puckered his lips for a kiss but Cherry gently pressed a hoof against them, pushing him away. “A stallion should never kiss a whorse, John,” she admonished.

“I ain’t no stallion, Miss Jubilee,” John retorted. “And you ain’t no whorse, remember?”

“No, John, that was just play-talk,” Cherry admitted. “I’m your whorse, and powerful glad I am to be your whorse, but we ain’t nothing more than that. Let’s leave such wishes to our fantasies, shall we?”

“If you say so, ma’am,” John agreed reluctantly. “But if I had to pick one end of you, I reckon I’d rather have your kisser and your thinker than your round caboose and your tasty marehood.”

“Oh... oh, you sweet talker!” Yet Cherry was now wise to the human’s romantic gambits. Before John could take advantage of the sudden weakness in her limbs and the blush that blossomed down her neck, the madam hurriedly picked up a silver bell in a hoof and let its gentle pealing tinkle through the air of the quiet brothel.

Now four chattering whorses trotted out of their private dressing room, making last minute adjustments to their costumes and wiping each others’ lustful juices from their muzzles. John obediently kept his hands on the less suggestive parts of Cherry’s barrel as he eyed up the mares it would be his pleasure to bed this night... and each night hereafter!

The lovely yet unfortunate Derpy Hooves had seemed a bit haggard when John first met her the night before. Tonight, the single mother proudly led the herd, her eager eyes betraying a desire to go another round with the powerful human stud. Derpy’s mentor Trixie trotted close beside her, the unicorn’s magical aura even now smoothing the fabric of the older mare’s dress and reaching in to tease her nipples.

Tree Hugger followed behind at a slow, elegant pace. She was an earth pony, a common sight in Ponyville, yet her dreadlocks gave her an unusual appearance that sent John’s cock throbbing within Cherry Jubilee’s clenching depths. The green mare gently puffed on a ponyweed cigarette she held in a long, elegant holder.

“Hey there, human dude,” she rasped in greeting. “Ma’am,” John returned with a simple yet courteous nod. Tree Hugger’s gaze smouldered like an ember from her cigarette. By the end of the night, her eyes stated boldly, you will know me very well indeed!

The fourth and final whorse was a unicorn who dawdled behind the other three, hovering a spellbook before her and seemingly engrossed with her reading. Yet from the arcane drawing of a fat and spurting horsecock on the cover of her tome, John surmised the was not altogether uninterested in her job...

“Moondancer, lower that book and let John see your lovely face,” Cherry insisted. “She’s a bit shy, John, but quite skilled with her magic. Why, she’s made stallions blow without even touching them!”

“I believe it, ma’am,” John agreed. His dick twitched within his lover and spewed forth a veritable river of pre as he watched the face of Cherry’s youngest worker emerge from behind that thick book. Cherry stifled a moan as her insides were washed by the hot fluid of male desire, yet John’s eyes were fully on the lovely Moondancer. The nerdish unicorn featured a bratty pout and a cute button nose that would look just perfect beneath a thick cum facial. Her thick glasses would serve as the perfect eye protection, John thought, allowing her to get a close up look at the male passion she aroused. He resolved to decorate this studious gal’s face with fat ropes of seed, within the hour!

With the introductions made, Cherry Jubilee lay her head gently on John’s chest, fighting the urge to sniff his sweat. She carefully smoothed down her skirts so as not to reveal any hint of the carnal coitus beneath. “M-my good friend John is merely the first of many stallions to take advantage of our subscription plan,” she told her mares. “Ya’ll will show him the hospitality that sets the Cherry Hill Ranch above our competitors! You must — eep!”

For it was just then that John mischievously shifted his hips to the perfect angle for a FULL penetration! Cherry Jubilee felt the human’s cock-head pry her cervix open and slip the last several inches into her womb. “Unnnfff...” she groaned, her lecture interrupted.

“Are you like, all right, cherry lady?” asked Tree Hugger with concern.

“I-I’m fine!” Even as her passion swelled, Cherry Jubilee was determined to maintain appearances. “I’m merely concerned for your health! For you girls must know that John is no one-and-done stallion. This mighty master of mares is a virile beast, who claims his chosen females all night long!”

“He made me cum twice last night!” Derpy announced cheerfully.

“Did you now? Just wish I’d been awake to enjoy it, ma’am,” John chuckled.

Cherry Jubilee strained to retain her composure as John’s dick pulsed fully inside her, stretching her and coating her womb with precum. After a good night’s rest and a day of hard work, it seemed the monster was back, and in full form. Last night, taming John’s cock had been a task for Applejack herself, with Cherry merely subduing the serpent in its weakened state. Tonight, after Trixie’s teasing and John’s oral service... after the vast lungfuls of John’s sweat and musk... after feeling every inch of him slip oh so deep inside her... and finally, after feeling him once again breach her very womb... Cherry just couldn’t help herself!

“Oh, oh my! He’s so masculine that I fear I’m quite overcome with the vapours!” All the poor mare could do was to think of the flimsiest excuse and blurt it out as her passion finally peaked. “Annngh! Ungh! Oh, John! Your gentility does affect a lady so!”

The four whorses glanced dubiously at each other as their madam cried out with what sounded suspiciously like a sexual climax. Each was quite familiar with such sounds, both genuine and faked, and there was unanimous if silent agreement among the ladies that Cherry’s pleasure was quite real!

As the choir of angel-ponies faded, and the staring mares before her came back into focus, Cherry Jubilee blushed mightily and playfully slapped her human lover on the wither. “Goodness, John, how you make a mare lose control!” She giggled. “Why, I nearly asked you to kiss me!”

John smirked as he surveyed the four embarrassed mares standing before them, their eyes wide with wonderment. On occasion they’d seen their employer take a stallion to bed, whether for business or pleasure. Yet in their memory, no male had affected her like this!

“I reckon they all know what we’re doing, Miss Jubilee,” John’s voice rumbled. “You might as well do it properly.”

Cherry blushed deeply as she realized the line she’d crossed. “G-girls, I have a confession to make...” she stuttered. “Even as we speak, John is making love to me.”

“Whoa...” murmured Tree Hugger.

“No shit,” muttered Trixie.

“He’s ever so powerful... I couldn’t resist... I’m so sorry for letting you down.”

“Eh?” asked Moondancer. “Letting us down? Who says we care who fucks you?”

“Yeah, if you want to hump some ape dick, it’s all cool,” Tree Hugger shrugged sympathetically. “You do you, cherry lady.”

“I-I thought I was strong,” Cherry Jubilee confessed. “I thought I didn’t need a stallion... but I need John! I need human cock!”

“Why don’t you show them what human cock has done to you,” John commanded gently in his deep voice that had instantly mastered so many equines before her. “Ride me, little pony.”

“Y-yes, John, at once.” How could Cherry Jubilee even think of resisting the voice that had tamed the huge and powerful horses of Earth? Standing shakily upon John’s lap, she began to bounce her plot up and down on the shaft behind her, gaining leverage from her front hooves firmly planted atop John’s muscular legs. That first grunt of joy from the human’s lips was sweet to Cherry’s ears. He owned her, without question, yet Cherry could control him somewhat, if only by choosing how his pleasure would unfold.

Up and down moved that overstuffed, wobbling earth pony mare-plot. In and out, young prick filled and emptied a mature and needy body. Cherry Jubilee’s smile became a wide and uninhibited grin. She felt like a Princess, with John’s lap as her solid, powerful throne. She felt like a pet, with his musk as her leash and his cock within her as her favourite toy. She felt like a lady, a wife, a whorse, and a cocksleeve. In short, John made Cherry feel like a mare once again.

“He certainly seems to be enjoying it...” Moondancer pointed out as John’s eyes rolled back in his head.

“He ought to be!” Trixie huffed. “She’s doing all the work!”

“I wonder if humans are, like, as hung as they say?” Tree Hugger wanted to know.

“Oh, he’s huge!” Derpy assured. “I almost felt pregnant again, just having him inside me!” The well stacked mother wriggled at the memory, her pudgy plot and teats wobbling deliciously.

“Hrm, that reminds me... you’ve taken your potion today, I take it?” John whispered in Cherry’s ear.

“Y-yes, John, I’m ready for your seed,” the once dignified cumdumpster responded obediently. “As Celestia is my witness, I’ll never ask you to pull out again.”

John’s hand firmly gripped Cherry’s chubby horse ass as it plapped up and down on his lap. “Good, cause this marehood is mine, and it’s gonna take whatever I care to give it.” Yet at that very moment, when his command of Cherry Jubilee seemed to be at his zenith, he grunted, his hand waivered, and he moaned with satisfaction as he unleashed a flood of warm sperm inside her. “Oh, gosh, oh, fuck, Miss Jubilee, your marehood!”

Cherry was quite overcome as well! “Oh mah... oh mah stars... by the Two Sisters, I do declare!” She came along with her lover as she felt herself creampied for the first time in what seemed like years. As John’s passion faded, he sat back in Cherry’s large seat with a most delightful smile of satisfaction, smiling and playing with a curl of Cherry’s dishevelled red mane.

I’ve pleased him! Cherry thought to herself. No, I’ve seduced him! Last night wasn’t a one time thing — he wants me to make him mine!

But no, I cain’t! What am I thinking? He’ll just break my heart, like all the others! Cherry put a melodramatic hoof to her forehead as she bemoaned her bad luck when it came to love. Oh, why, why am I like this? Why cain’t I appreciate a good cock when it comes along? Why must I always turn my thoughts to love, and marriage, and...

“Miss Jubilee, can I clean you up?” asked Moondancer eagerly, licking her lips at the sight of the copious fluids dripping from Cherry and John’s joined crotches onto the fabric of the large chair.

Her spiral of shame interrupted, Cherry Jubilee took a moment to calm herself. Once more she thought of her business and her employees. “I believe it would be more educational for Derpy to take a turn,” she stated haughtily, fixing her glance upon upon the novice among her stable of whorses. “You need to learn how to eat pussy, young lady.”

“Oh, OK...” the ditzy pegasus stated nervously. “I-I guess it’s not so weird, if it’s full of John’s yummy cum!”

John had never truly gone limp inside her, but he swelled again at the thought of a mare tenderly licking his seed from a cunt he’d ruined. Cherry wanted nothing more than to keep the human for herself and ride him to a second creampie, but she was determined not to give him the satisfaction — it would only make her heart hurt worse when she had to say goodbye to her lover. Yes, the more often John fucked the younger, hotter mares at the Cherry Hill Ranch, the less emotional attachment he would feel to its plain, middle aged owner.

All business now, Cherry Jubilee raised an imperious hoof and issued orders to the two whorses John had yet to sample. “Tree Hugger, you will kindly escort John to your bedroom. Moondancer, you follow along as well. Not to be crass, but I need this beast sated by the time your usual customers arrive.”

“Like, for sure, Miss Jubilee,” Tree Hugger agreed.

Stepping up to the chair, Moondancer gripped John’s balls in her magic and began to experimentally squeeze the vast orbs, attempting to learn the ways of his pleasure. But John ignored the sexy provocation, preferring to focus on stroking Cherry Jubilee’s sensitive ear. It seemed the human wasn’t quite done with his chosen lover, after all...

“Before I go fuck and your girls, Miss Jubilee,” John whispered in the older mare’s ear. “I reckon I’d like some of that marefriend experience from the lady of the house.”

Cherry’s heart leapt and sunk in the same breath. “B-but I ain’t really your marefriend, John,” she reminded him, trying but failing to turn her head away from his hungry eyes.

John clucked his tongue with disappointment. “That ain’t what a marefriend would say, Miss Jubilee. I reckon Applejack’s a bit better at this than you are.”

Cherry Jubilee’s lips instinctively puckered as she was reminded of her rivalry with Applejack, Ponyville’s top pussy vendor. “J-John, if I kiss you, I cain’t be responsible for what—”

“Oh, you silly little whorse.” John firmly cupped the back of her head in his hand, pulled her to him and kissed her, forcefully. His spent dick throbbed inside her as his lips claimed hers. He moaned, deep in his powerful chest, and his grip became even tighter as human and pony tongues met and entwined for the very first time.

At that moment the barricades Cherry Jubilee had built around her tender, injured heart gave way. She was in love! In love with a creature from another world! With a male hardly half her age! It was all so wrong... yet nothing had ever felt so right!

All too soon, John’s lips were wrenched from hers. Cherry gazed up at her ape lover, her eyes needy and desperate. “P-please, John, I understand now,” she stammered. “If you kiss me again I’ll give you the marefriend experience. I’ll give you the very best...”

“Maybe later, Miss Jubilee,” John teased. “I got a few other mares to fuck before I come back to you.” He carefully lifted her off his cock, nearly setting off another climax in her overloaded brain, and gently set her down on her chair as he stood to claim the whorses he’d paid for.

Cherry Jubilee lay half comatose as Derpy tentatively began to lick the leaking white goo that drooled from between her thighs. As flicks of lesbian pleasure shot through her well slurped clit, the mare who’d once dismissed the possibility of true love now cooed with its tardy blossoming. Yet even as Cherry dreamed of bedding and wedding John, taking him for her own, she dimly heard Tree Hugger and Moondancer beginning their own seduction of the studly human...

“Say, human dude, have you ever like, put it in a mare’s butt?”

“A mare’s butt, eh?” John stroked his whiskery chin with one hand even as his other began to prod between the green hills of the earth pony’s fit, enormous donk. “You mean right down in here?”

“Our customers love it!” Moondancer added. “It’s one of my most popular orifices!”

John chuckled as the three of them walked towards a bedroom and the shape of his evening came into view. “Can’t say as I’ve ever had the pleasure of filling a mare’s backside, ladies, but there was this one French girl down in Missoula...”