How Cherry Blossomed

As the night dragged on and on, Cherry Jubilee’s heart sank ever further into the depths of despair. She glumly went to bed after tidying up after the last of the customers at the Cherry Hill Ranch, but her sad attempts at sleep were poisoned by regrets and recriminations. Out of her own cocksure foolishness she’d blithely sent John over to Sweet Apple Acres, and out of his unalterable male nature, he had succumbed to temptation, leaving both Cherry’s bed and her heart cold and empty.

She’d lost him!

To Cherry Jubilee, John had been everything, her whole world. To Applejack he was nothing but a satisfying fuck. What’s done was done: Sweet Apple Acres had gotten its customer back, and stolen away Cherry’s lover in the bargain.

Whatever feelings Cherry felt for John, they clearly counted for nothing from his perspective. The supposed bond between man and mare was no tighter than the grip of a younger, snugger pussy. Indeed, John’s affection for Cherry was less than a gentlestallion’s for his mistress — for at least a gentlestallion gives proper notice!

Such thoughts kept Cherry tossing and turning in bed until it was almost light. Just as she was resigning herself to face a full day of work without her love to make it bearable, she heard a footstep at her door. As it creaked open she felt his presence and heard his sweet, commanding voice.

“I set the cider downstairs—oh, my word, Miss Jubilee!”

For Cherry’s bedroom stank of needy, sweaty mare. Even with his dull human nose, John could hardly miss it. Blankets were shoved off the bed and a set of hind legs snapped open, revealing the swollen results of a sleepless night of whimpering cry-clopping.

The sense of relief that overwhelmed Cherry Jubilee when her human returned to her, was matched only by the overwhelming neediness that had swollen within her throughout the night. Yes, there had been orgasms, for a whorse knows nothing better than to give herself the pleasure that a customer left her wanting. Yet Cherry swiftly found that her climaxes now felt empty. Her pleasure was nothing if not shared with him. And now that they were reunited... could it really be true?

Yet far from the sweet tone of relief one might have expected, Cherry’s first words to John were delivered in a vicious snarl born of sheer desperate craving.

“Your cock. My marehood. Now.” How dare he keep himself from her?

John wiped a fountain of sweat from his forehead. His muscles throbbed with the pent up stress of a night’s strenuous activity. His dick swelled once more, as it always did at the sight of the cunt he worshipped, yet his overworked male-meat was sore and tender, and it was questionable indeed whether it could carry out this new (if hardly unexpected) mission.

“Miss Jubilee, you ain’t got the slightest idea what I had to go through before they’d let me bring that cider back,” John protested. “Not to mention, I got to be back at the mill not three hours from now.”

“I don’t care, John,” Cherry scowled, hoping for a hard, forceful fucking from the usually gentle human. “I ain’t had any dick since yesterday morning. While you were playing ‘hide the stallionhood’ with Applejack, I was cooking stew and scrubbing toilets.”

“Ma’am, that is neither fair nor charitable. I had to—”

Cherry interrupted with a dramatic yawn. “Either shut up and get into bed,” she commanded, “or go downstairs and sleep in the drawing room. It is too early in the morning to suffer a bellyaching human in my boudoir.”

John took in his breath, seething silently at the injustice of his treatment. “Well, Miss Jubilee,” he drawled slowly, “I reckon there’s only one thing a man can do after an ultimatum like that, and call himself a man.” With the clink of metal John unbuckled his belt, and with the sliding of leather against canvas, he drew it from around his waist.

“And wh-what is that, John?” Cherry Jubilee quivered to think of being at the mercy of this angry human. Would he strike her with his belt? Choke her? She shuddered to think of the horrible things such a strong creature might do to her.

Afterwards, she would hate him for he was about to do. She would spit on him and kick him out of her life. Yet at the moment, a brutal, painful hatefuck was exactly what her weak and needy body desired. Such a horrid violation would surely break the spell of heartache this strange creature had on her.

Yet she heard no crack, felt no sting of leather around her neck. Instead there was the whoosh of a pair of trousers sliding to the floor, and the nearly silent sound of the belt being set down atop them. Without another word being spoken, John’s hands roughly pulled Cherry’s already spread legs akimbo. His sudden weight sagged her bed as he climbed atop her, and the head of his cock knocked against her winking slit. All at once he RAMMED into her, rooting himself in her womb with a single thrust.

“Eep! J-John!”

“I hope you’re happy, ma’am.” John’s soothing voice, the one he used on Earth’s horses, calmed Cherry’s quivering spirits even as he took full possession of her body. “Let this be a lesson. I’ve been longing for you since the moment I left, but if you’re gonna be a whiny little filly when I return... well, you ain’t the first brat I’ve had to tame tonight.”

“John!” Cherry squeaked as she felt the mass of the human gently settling onto her prone body. “P-please, you’re so huge...”

“You said shut up and get into bed. I got into bed, and now I’m shutting up. Good night, Miss Jubilee.” In moments he fell asleep atop her, rigid and pulsing, his weight pressing her deliciously into her soft feather bed.

Cherry Jubilee smiled to herself as a spurt of pre jetting from John’s cock bathed her womb in warmth. He’d come home after all, come right to her bed and her marehood, where he belonged. Cherry was John’s unquestioned possession, but even as he dreamed, he trusted his member to her. He trusted her to know her place and give his cock the love it deserved.

Thus it was that a single happy thought ran through Cherry’s mind as she devotedly worked her kegel muscles, gently massaging her man to his final climax of a very long night:

Sorry, Applejack... but I win!

It seemed mere minutes later that Cherry Jubilee was awakened by the scent of fresh coffee. John stood over her, holding a mug of the sweetened black brew. As he knelt to present her with her morning wake-up, he whispered gently, “I’m sorry if I was too rough with you last night, Miss Jubilee.”

“Oh, not at all, John. I shouldn’t have acted the way I did.” Cherry took a sip of the perfectly sugared coffee, feeling the life rush back into her soul. The morning was beautiful, her lover was at her side... life was good!

“I think I understand, ma’am,” John sighed. “Once a lady’s been left at the altar, she’s bound to worry when her sweetheart heads off to another mare’s brothel. Even if the ‘sweetheart’ business is more of a feeling, and ain’t been properly spelled out in words.” Gathering his nerve, the human bit his lip and continued:

“So if it’s alright with you, allow me to put it in words. Cherry Jubilee, I learned a lot last night at Sweet Apple Acres, and well, I realized my poor lonely heart is most comfortable beating next to yours. I think what we’ve got is a bit more than a whorse and her customer, and if you agree with that sentiment, I’d be proud to call you my marefriend.”

Cherry’s grin was so wide it nearly wrapped all the way around her head. ”I’d like nothing more, John.” With that assent, John leaned down and gripped Cherry’s head in his hands, and for some time both man and mare were lost in the tenderness of love’s first kiss.

“Mmm, delightful,” sighed Cherry at last. But as heavenly as John’s lips felt on her own, she was in the mood for something more. She rolled over in the bed, turning away from her lover and wiggling her prodigious rump beneath the fluid stained bedsheets.

“You know, my last coltfriend liked to spank me when I threw my melodramatic fits, and I think last night’s performance definitely qualifies.” Cherry put on her best pair of bedroom eyes, eager to coax more rough treatment from her stud. “How’d you like to redden the plot of your brand new marefriend?”

John winced painfully, thrust back out of the playful banter between lovers. “Don’t reckon that has much appeal at all, ma’am,” he mumbled, rubbing the back of his neck. “My poor Momma up in heaven would never forgive me if I struck a horse or a woman — and you happen to be both. No, if you’re in an apologizing mood this morning, I reckon you can suck my cock.”

That cock was drooping down John’s naked leg, and soon Cherry had its apple sized head weighing down her tongue, bringing it to its proper state of full erection and greatly preferring the taste of its drippings to the effects of morning coffee. Cherry Jubilee sighed with contentment as she took a lady’s rightful place: in the blissful worship of her lover’s sacred stallionhood.

“Mmm... *smek*” She worked her tongue back and around the vicious, mare ruining flare, tasting her own juices. “I don’t wish to seem ungrateful, John, but this hardly seems like a punishment. After all, I suck your cock just about every morning.”

John simply nodded and sipped from Cherry’s coffee mug. “True enough... today I reckon you can do it outside.”

Cherry’s heart sank, yet her obedience was never in question. If John unzipped in the midst of Ponyville’s town square, she would take him into her mouth and tenderly service him with the whole town looking on — not to mention fighting off any other mares who wanted a taste. Those greedy sluts could kiss John’s nutsack and wait their turn, as far as Cherry was concerned. Such ruinous hunger for cock was a mare’s curse, and blessing!

Thus the morning light saw Cherry Jubilee entirely naked, kneeling on her own front porch, her fat butt presented for public inspection without so much as a garter belt to cover her flank. The porch swing where John and Cherry had spent so many pleasant evenings, was now solely occupied by the large human, as he drank coffee and fed his stiff penis into the mouth of his hungry whorse. Anypony who came by could see this sordid advertisement for the services offered within the boarding house, and Cherry’s cunt juiced and winked at the awful thought.

Already Cherry Jubilee’s reputation was hardly high in this unenlightened town. Some ponies resented each “sinful” bit that flowed (or rather, trickled) into the Cherry Hill Ranch. Others merely disdained that Cherry dared to compete with their precious Applejack. Little did those uptight bluemuzzles realize what a vital service Cherry was providing to Ponyville. Why, in towns without an affordable brothel, many a mare found herself obliged to fuck her own husband!

John seemed quite excited at the prospect of being blown in public, and Cherry began to hope that she might bring him off quicker than usual, putting an end to her exhibitionist display before they were inevitably caught. Yet before long, she cringed as she heard the familiar creak of a cart being drawn up the road behind her. Of all the ponies, of course... she thought to herself.

Cherry tried to lower her flagging tail, but John’s gentle boop to her nose ended such nonsense. Instead she focused her eyes back on her coltfriend’s pubic bone, struggling to swallow his cock. Eager to please, she raised her tail even higher, exposing her dripping marehood to the passerby and praying that her humiliation would soon end.

“Good morning, Big Mac!” John called out cheerfully as the noise of the cart grew louder.

“Eeyup!” There seemed to be a bit of embarrassment in Big Mac’s voice, and odd grunts here and there, as if the ever sturdy stallion were walking with some difficulty.

“Don’t mind me, I’m just enjoying a little head from my favourite whorse.” Gripping Cherry’s fiery red mane in one fist, John casually pulled her muzzle fully down to the base of his crotch. Cherry gagged, then obediently stuck out her tongue to lather the human’s sweaty balls. Every sluttish trick she knew was being employed, to make John cum and end this embarrassment!

John simply smiled as Big Mac stared goggle eyed at the facefuck playing out before him. “I reckon a stud like you knows that mares need to be taken out and used regularly,” the human chuckled, as he pumped Cherry’s head up and down his staff like a convenient fleshlight.

“Used like lil’ sissy bitches, eeyup...” Big Mac admitted.

A perverted idea occurred to John as he picked up the coffee with his other hand and sipped. “Say, Mac, why don’t you unhitch yourself from that there cart and join me on the porch? Miss Jubilee must surely be missing the taste of horse cock, with all the human beef I’ve been feeding her. Let that big ole thing unsheath, and we’ll share us a fine mare on a fine morning.”

“Eenope!” Big Mac hurried past, a mighty blush spreading across his face.

John simply chuckled as the apple laden cart clattered away. “That shy fellow’s never going to find himself a lady at this rate,” he told Cherry as she dutifully throated him, silently pleading for his cum. “What a shame — I reckon he’s got what it takes to satisfy any mare!” The human found himself casting an appreciative glance at Big Mac’s rapidly departing plot. “Why, just look at the power in those... damn me, but that’s odd — they really do have the same cutie mark!”

A mere nap had revitalized John’s overworked member, it seemed. Though Cherry found him no easier to bring off than on previous mornings, neither was he any less eager than on any other day. John succumbed to her oral tricks in the usual time — 5 minutes or so, though it seemed much longer — groaning and gasping as she reduced the stud to helpless climax like any common stallion.

Despite the humiliation, she felt a certain pride in bringing her man to the morning pleasure he expected — and deserved. Once his throbbing and spurting had ceased, Cherry Jubilee opened wide to show her coltfriend a mouth brimming with human sperm, then swallowed down her breakfast and hopped onto the porch swing alongside John for a loving cuddle... served with a side of headpats!

“That seed of yours tastes mighty fresh, and there wasn’t much more than a mouthful,” Cherry murmured.

“Oh, is that so?” John asked casually. With Applejack’s cake having finally worked its way through his system, his libido was back to its usual level — just about high enough to satisfy an entire whorsehouse!

“Putting two and two together, I do believe you got more from the Apples last night than just a barrel of cider.”

“As a wise stallion once said, ‘eeyup.’ Quite a bit more.” John scratched his morning stubble with embarrassment.

Cherry laid a kiss on John’s powerful chin. “Well, fair is fair. Sweet Apple Acres has made their bid for your business. I’ll just to have to give you somethang special to compete with them.”

“You gonna lower your prices?” John asked with interest. “Maybe even let your coltfriend fuck for free?”

“Dear me, of course not!” Cherry Blossom gasped at the very idea. “I’ll be giving you more for your money.”

“How do you reckon?” John asked. “There’s only 15 mareholes on the premises, and I use each of them pretty regular.”

The marehole John had used most recently broke into a smile. “Oh, I do business with so many lovely mares,” Cherry murmured. “Mares you haven’t even met, I’d reckon. Let us see, Nurse Redheart comes by once a month to give the girls their checkups, and I’ve been meaning to ride up to Manehattan and see Coco Pommel about the latest fashions for my girls.”

“Those ladies sound like professionals,” John pointed out. “It’s my experience that such gals rarely yearn to take up a sideline in whorsing.” Miss Lee at the laundry would have slapped him into next week if he’d offered her a dollar after sex, not to mention Doc Meredith, or that cute lady blacksmith...

“Professionals they are indeed,” Cherry Jubilee interrupted John’s mental reminiscences of past conquests. “Very expensive professionals. But they’re also mares, with the usual needs. They might not charge me quite so much if they can be assured of some first class human cock now and then.”

“I get it,” John mused with a sly smile. “Now I’m the whorse.”

Cherry kissed down John’s neck and chest, her lips tingling against the hair that blossomed from the unbuttoned shirt he’d slept in. “I’m a savvy businessmare, John. And as you know well, I simply adore working something from both ends.” Reaching his crotch at last, she took that wondrous member between her lips, and began to tease it hard once more.

“So you’re pimping your coltfriend out, is that it?”

“Far be it from me to make sex feel like a chore. Why, at the Cherry Hill Ranch we believe in enjoying our work, to the fullest!” Cherry Jubilee’s long tongue drew itself down John’s balls and teased back between his sculpted cheeks, flicking at last against his forbidden hole. “You should count yourself fortunate, John. Most male whorses find themselves taking much larger things up their plots than a mare’s soft tongue.”

“Miss Jubilee, I never cease to marvel at that silver tongue of yours — seems like it can make a stallion do whatever you like!” John gently stroked Cherry’s mane as she dove into his crack and lapped at his morning sweat. “You bring me all the professional mares you like, and we’ll just see if it’s enough to keep me away from the temptations of Sweet Apple Acres. It is a mighty long walk down that road, just to take refreshment. It would be nicer if my marefriend brought the pussies to me.”

The combination of Cherry’s tongue and the thought of fresh pussy had John swollen again in moments, tall and proud and ready to fill any convenient orifice. “But for now, I really must head out to the mill,” he admitted reluctantly. “I can go one more round, to celebrate our relationship, but we must make it quick.”

“Oh, nonsense. Take the day off.” Cherry Jubilee climbed onto John’s lap and began grinding her clit against his revitalized prick. “You’d be no good at the mill — you were up all night. I’ll have a word with Mrs. Broadbeam.”

“Erm, you mean Mr. Broadbeam, surely?” John sat back and rocked the swing back and forth as Cherry rubbed herself up and down his impossible girth. His hand strayed from the nearly empty coffee mug and groped his lover’s broad, plush plot — once again, Cherry had him right where she wanted him!

“John, you are one cynical stallion,” Cherry scoffed. “If there’s a male in Ponyville who’s completely faithful to his wife, it’s your boss. Why, I don’t even remember what Mr. Broadbeam’s cock looks like!”

“B-but Mrs. Broadbeam...?”

Cherry Jubilee winked. “Trixie’s best customer. Sure, she loves her husband, but sometimes a mare needs that feminine touch.”

“Oh, you naughty ladies,” John chuckled. “Alright, I’ll take the day off. Now, why don’t you stop your teasing, sit on my cock and tell me which innocent mare you want your human gigolo to corrupt first?”

“I do have a bit of a list...” Cherry confessed. At his invitation she lifted her hips and slipped atop his flare. Oh, how he filled her, that thick, firm stallionhood sliding right into the perfect sheath of her cunt. She wriggled her plot and began to ride his endless stallionhood, as he obliged his new marefriend’s anal lust by sliding his thick thumb up her ponut.

“Mmm, how you spoil me, my dear,” Cherry murmured. “But please try not to cum again, will you? The lovely Zecora will arrive to deliver some potions this evening, and she’ll want these balls to be churning with seed...”