How Cherry Blossomed

Far from a relaxing and revitalizing break, John’s “day off” proved to be full of the most strenuous endeavours. Trixie, Moondancer, and Tree Hugger were most excited when they awoke and Cherry Jubilee informed that John was to spend the day with all four of them. Even before breakfast was finished, these demanding mares put him in his place, and he’d cleaned their sweaty marehoods with his tongue until each horny gash was dripping wet and squeaky clean. After the girls bathed, he moved his service to their ponuts, pampering each puffy pucker with his tongue and fingers and bringing each mare to a satisfying anal orgasm as she towelled herself dry.

John then acted as the audience of a seemingly endless fashion show in the drawing room, lying on the large couch and advising Cherry’s whorses on jewellery, dresses, makeup and manestyles. The firmness of his cock served as an infallible barometer of male arousal, as the mares learned his preferences and teased him with ever more cock stiffening outfits and poses. Then the girls had the idea of quizzing him on a stallion’s preferred sexual positions and techniques, and his torment truly began.

Though marehoods and ponuts were pressed down onto John’s shaft in profusion, though countless shades of lipstick soon ringed the base of his cock, such erotic excursions were solely for the benefit of the ladies in question, who desperately needed relief from spending so much time breathing in John’s potent musk. Cherry Jubilee’s newest “employee” was strictly forbidden from shooting another load until Zecora’s arrival, and when the dribbles of precum grew too great for him to control, Trixie cast a mighty spell upon his cock that kept John in the eternal twilight of a buildup to orgasm.

Like the other whorses at the Cherry Hill Ranch, John was destined to be worked to the boiling point before being introduced to his first customer of the day. Even when the post office closed and Derpy showed up for work, that once sweet mailmare offered John no mercy, but callously presented a fifth gorgeous plot for him to service — this one delightfully sweaty from her travels about town.

Yes, despite a day full of lust and lovemaking, the load John had popped into Cherry’s mouth that morning proved to be the only one he spent, until...

John soaked in the huge tub in the Cherry Hill Ranch’s grand bathroom, naked save for his faithful cowboy hat, and trying his best to relax. The tension relieved by the hot water was a direct contrast with the ever growing tension in his straining crotch. In his old life out on the range, his relationship with soap and water had been irregular at best, but ponies with their sensitive noses could find themselves overwhelmed by his masculine scent. Regular baths were a must for any human in Equestria, man or woman.

In fact, this was his second bath of the night! John had already taken a proper bath in this very tub, with soap and everything. Then Tree Hugger had sent him out to shiver while she drained the water and replaced it with fresh, clean stuff. Yet the wait had been worth it. Now John was simply soaking in steamy bliss, letting the stress drain from his muscles as the dreadlocked earth pony leaned over the porcelain edge of the tub, plunged her front legs beneath the water, and blessed him with a wet and slippery hoofjob!

As he and Tree Hugger passed her ever present cigarette back and forth, the haze of ponyweed sent John into a blissful state — and made him even more charmingly compliant with the suggestions of any and all cutie-mares. When the bathroom door nudged open and a strange female trotted into the inner sanctum, he woozily turned his head to look at the intrusion, but felt no apprehension. John was floating on a cloud of endless pleasure, and as Tree Hugger so often said, it was “all good!”

The mare was Zecora, of course, and as he caught sight, the bathwater above John’s crotch rippled with the forceful pulse of a jet of precum that blasted forth from his tormented dick. The human male had never seen a zebra before, and Zecora’s exotic appearance captured his attention instantly — truly, lust at first sight!

Zecora’s face was lovely, her mane well kept, and even from the front John could see the twin swells of a mighty plot that wobbled upon her hips with every step. John’s excitement mounted, his lust fired beyond measure, for he knew that with this lady’s arrival, he’d finally be allowed to break Trixie’s spell, and cum, cum, cum!

The zebra instantly noted the naked human in the bath, not to mention the green earth pony’s hooves skilfully churning the water with her erotic stroking. A single raised eyebrow served to register surprise, yet not displeasure. “I fear my entrance was abrupt,” she murmured, “I did not mean to interrupt.” Her voice was musical, her simple courtesy touching John deep in his heart.

“D-don’t mind me, ma’am.” John had his assignment, yet somehow he was feeling shy. For all his prowess in the bedroom, this simple soul hadn’t the slightest idea how to seduce a lady who wasn’t already paid for!

Tree Hugger nodded at Zecora, who she seemed to treat as a familiar friend. “Hey, sexy zebra lady, I’m just getting your stallion ready for you.”

At this Zecora scoffed lightly. “A male, for me? Well, we shall see. But I must put away my vials before a stallion brings me smiles.” She trotted over to the medicine cabinet and began to inspect its inventory, occasionally pulling a potion from her saddlebag and placing it in a gap on one of the many shelves.

Gifted with a good look at Zecora from behind, John could only ogle the stunning zebra he was assigned to service. Even compared to the well endowed earth pony who was jacking him off, this Equestrian equine was quite large: nearly 14 hands, by John’s expert estimate. As much as he loved Tree Hugger and the other girls at the Cherry Hill Ranch, most little ponies were a bit too little to properly bed, and John was continually worried about harming his lovers with the bulk of his body or the size of his cock. No such worries applied to Zecora — it seemed that zebra mares were big girls who could only be satisfied by the largest of shlongs, and afterwards held in the strongest of arms!

Not to mention, dat ass! Zecora’s plot was extra large, round and rippling beneath her simple loincloth as she twitched her tail back and forth. This huge striped rump seemed to have its own gravitation pull, the way it drew John’s eyes to the hypnotic spiral of Zecora’s cutie mark. The only complaint John had about that powerful plot, was that it wasn’t positioned closer to him, upthrust and ready to fuck!

John’s already simple mind was now utterly frazzled by the three drugs of ponyweed, orgasm denial, and huge zebra butt. He needed Zecora, his only hope for relief, but he hadn’t a clue how to proceed! It had all seemed so easy when Cherry Jubilee had laid it out this morning. All he had to do was seduce a woman from another culture, about which he knew nothing. A mare so beautiful that any stallion would grovel at her hooves. A sophisticated lady who brewed potions and spoke in poetry, who was clearly much smarter than he was!

Eeyup... John had nothing!

“I-I’m truly grateful for your help, Miss Zecora,” John stammered out at last. “Without your potions, I fear I’d have quite a few foals on the way.”

“The value of a potion sold is oft repaid a hundredfold,” Zecora noted. “If gratitude is what you feel, perhaps I should indulge your zeal...” Taking mercy upon his stunned inexperience, as if bestowing the lightest of flirtations, she spread her hind legs slightly and slowly lifted her tail for the bathing human.

That saucy tail hid a delicious marehood of perfect teardrop shape, its dark lips peeling open slowly as Zecora’s pink clit winked out. The fleshy nub bore a golden barbell piercing and dripped a long strand of clear fluid before it, proof of the zebra mare’s eagerness. A similar piercing adorned Zecora’s huge, puffy anus, providing the perfect hold for a man’s teeth to gently grasp and tug while he worshipped her striped hindquarters. John groaned at the exotic, kinky sight of such holes between such perfect flanks — and then a groan became a grunt as he let his guard down and Tree Hugger’s stroking hooves pulled him over the edge he’d been riding all day, deep into climax!

“Oh, golly, Miss Zecora—UNNNGGGH!” After a full day of teasing, the sight of Zecora’s offered plot was simply too much for poor John! The human stud thrashed in the watery tub as Tree Hugger’s skilled and insistent hooves finally unloaded his balls. Even as he whimpered and struggled, the strong earth pony refused to let up, clopping him off until he felt fit to burst!

John’s dick fired forth huge fountains of sperm which swiftly floated to the top of his bathwater, forming a thick layer of pearly white fluid that mingled with John’s chest hair and made a sticky ring around his biceps. He let out a long, deep sound between a cry and a moan as an unprecedented amount of liquid was milked from his heavy, long denied balls.

As his post nut clarity dawned, John realized that he’d already failed his first assignment. Trixie’s denial spell had been cancelled as soon as Zecora entered his room, leaving the future of the encounter up to John’s own personal skill and willpower. Faced with the glorious ass of a sexy zebra, he’d succumbed immediately. Worse yet, his climax had brought Zecora no pleasure. What sort of prostitute cums his brains out as soon as he sees his customer?

Yet as Zecora perked an ear to his groans, then turned and trotted towards the bathtub, there was no regret or upset in her eyes. Indeed, she seemed excited and even aroused by the sight of that hefty cumshot floating atop John’s bath. Human woman had sometimes been disturbed by John’s huge and thick loads, though Doc Meredith had told him a “mild hyperspermia” was nothing to worry about. In Equestria, the story was quite different: mares seemed to crave the taste of John’s seed, more delicious to their constitutions than any salt lick — and the more he could produce, the better!

“Human soup, a tasty dish...” Zecora murmured, “Prepared according to my wish.” The zebra smiled knowingly at Tree Hugger, then lowered her muzzle into the cummy bathtub and moaned as the first taste of human nut sauce touched her tongue.

John suddenly realized why Tree Hugger had forced him through this elaborate, almost ritual cleaning... this was Zecora’s fantasy! To have a human naked in a bath, freshly washed, warm and ready for love! To have John loose a load into his bathwater only intensified the zebra’s passion, allowing her to sample his flavour as if he were a potion brewing in her cauldron.

Zecora eagerly slurped at the thick layer of sperm floating atop the bathwater, drinking it down with satisfaction like a horse at a watering hole. Gulp after gulp she drank John’s warm seed, mixed with the water that bore the scent of his clean body, until the water in the tub was once again clear and still.

“A finer broth I’ve never tasted.” Zecora passed judgement on John’s cum as she licked around the edge of the bathtub, lapping up the last residue of his sperm. “Let not a drop of seed be wasted.” Casting a glance at Tree Hugger, the kinky zebra added, “I trust he’ll blow my back out too, and not just feed me tasty goo?”

“He’s yours for the night, zebra lady,” Tree Hugger assured. “You’re in for a wild ride. So long as he can smell mare pussy he, like, never goes soft.”

Zecora scoffed. “A stallion’s boast to ‘go all night’ finds him asleep ere morning light. No doubt the todger of this simp is floating in the bathtub, limp. Such virile claims are quite absurd. Still, there are potions — oh, my word!”

Like the fin of a shark, a large, pulsating knob of flesh ascended to break the stillness of the bathtub, breaching the water right before Zecora’s astonished eyes. A hoof sized cockhead and several inches of shaft thrust up out of the tub, with a cascade of water rolling down the mountainlike crest of John’s glans as it emerged from the bath like a hungry sea serpent.

John tensed his muscles and pushed a huge spurt of precum through his exposed tip, letting it erupt like hot lava from a volcano, drooling over his purpled glans and glazing the prominent veins that led down his shaft. John might not be the smartest cupcake in the bakery, but when it came to his strengths — endless erections and nights of pleasure — he wouldn’t stand being made fun of!

“You were saying?” Tree Hugger deadpanned.

Zecora was taken aback by the human’s near instant recovery from a seemingly debilitating orgasm. “No sooner does he loose his spend, but his proud manhood stands again,” she marvelled. “All night, you say? Well, then, I trust I will not find him shooting dust. In fact, before the fun, I think I’ll have myself another ‘drink...’”

Once more Zecora lowered her elegant neck towards the bathtub and began to luxuriate in the exotic taste of human penis. Her lips closed (if only barely!) around John’s flare, and her muzzle brushed against the surface of the warm water as she began to blow Cherry Jubilee’s man-whorse, this ceaseless stud for whose services she’d bartered a mere 5 contraceptive potions — quite a bargain!

For John the sensation was purest bliss. Zecora was no reluctant mare who grudgingly sucked dick on her coltfriend’s birthday. For her, the act of cock worship was nearly a religious ritual. Though unfamiliar with the heft and searing warmth of a human cock in her mouth, it seemed she had studied anatomical texts from Earth, for she seemed to know exactly how to treat him: which spots of John’s sensitive flare needed the most tender care, and which cried out for a solid lashing from a rough equine tongue.

“Oh, Miss Zecora!” John moaned, holding on to his stetson as if it were about to fly off his head. “You just about bring a guy straight to heaven! I-I know I ought to be seeing to your pleasure, but... please, keep going!”

Yet Zecora’s pleasure was assured with each teasing lick and suck she gave the pillar of human malehood. Questions for investigation whirled in her brilliant mind. How did this cock smell so good right out of the bath? Why did it taste so sinfully delicious? Would John’s second ejaculation, pumped directly into her mouth, be anywhere near as copious — and delicious — as the one he’d spewed into his bathwater?

As John reached out to stroke Zecora’s mane, the zebra unconsciously responded to the human’s gentle control over all those of equine nature. Panting and flagging her tail, she slowly began to dip her muzzle deeper and deeper into the bathwater, until her head was nearly fully submerged. With such a splendid stallion, she had to prove herself worthy — she’d show him that zebras were experts at deepthroating and at holding their breath!

Yet Tree Hugger was well aware that humans were not the only species notorious for conquest and domination in the bedroom. As her tongue browsed between Zecora’s hind legs, licking and tugging at the horny mare’s golden piercings, the earth pony asked John a question that made him unconsciously shudder and quiver in Zecora’s hungry maw.

“Well, human dude,” Tree Hugger murmured in her seductive, raspy voice, “it looks like your lover-mare is ready for you. The question is, are you ready to get striped?”

“And now, at long last, Daring Do... are you ready to get striped?”

The 20th zebra stood over Daring Do’s prone, exhausted body. He was their chief, Zannu, the only stud present who had yet to claim her. Whispered legends told of his vast fuckpillar, and now Daring Do saw it standing tall between his front legs, stained with the juices of other mares. The poor mares she had led on her expedition... ponies who trusted her... now they were nothing but helplessly creaming broodmares for powerful soldiers. Zannu and his rapacious stallions had broken dozens of mares on their rigid shafts, casually destroying their minds without even learning their names. And Daring Do was next!

“Golly, Miss Do’s in trouble now,” John breathed nervously. Excitedly he turned the page and resumed reading out loud.

The defeated adventurer presented herself to her conqueror, thrusting her toned rump upwards through her ripped and tattered shorts, heedless of countless creampies flowing from her ruined holes. Silently she begged Zannu for another dose of the superior meat that put worthless, limp dicked pony stallions to shame. She hoped that willing submission to her inevitable striping would mean mercy for her friends... yet some part of her wished nothing more than to become a decorative toy atop a zebra chief’s mare-breaker!

The cruel chief spat on Daring Do’s flank, his brutal saliva obscuring her cutie mark. “I have no need of yet another mud pony fuckpet,” Zannu growled, his voice deep and commanding. “My breeding racks are crowded with your friends, all of them busy producing the next generation of my slaves. If you wish to earn your stripes, Daring Do, you shall be my ur— my urry—

“Urinal,” Moondancer stated simply, briefly removing her lips from John’s prickhead, yet keeping her magical aura swirling around the human’s fat, throbbing balls.

“Oh, that villain!” John gasped. “Making water right in a mare’s mouth... chief or no, I could never do such a disrespectful thing!” Moondancer frowned, and a nip at the sensitive head of his cock redirected the human’s thoughts, as surely as a tug of the reins alters the path of a trotting horse. “U-unless that’s what she really wanted me to do!” John added quickly. Moondancer nodded with satisfaction and rewarded the human’s depraved compliance with a brief deepthroating, sloppy and wet with worked up saliva from the back of her throat.

With little formal education, the intelligent Moondancer found her boss’ cowboy coltfriend to be a bit rough around the edges. The thoughtful unicorn had taken it upon herself to improve John’s intellect... by sucking him off as he read to her from Equestria’s filthiest novels! Vile stories, full of mares suffering the most degrading treatment from the most dominant males!

Clopfics that made Moondancer bite her hoof as she secretly masturbated in the library, drove her simply INSANE when she heard the same words from John’s deep, rumbling voice. Oh, how she needed this huge ape to take control and make her into a plaything, using and abusing her just as Chief Zannu did Daring Do!

For his part, John had his doubts about the barbaric way the zebras were portrayed in this smutty tale. He’d met the beautiful and highly civilized Zecora just the other day, and her lovely poetry still rang in his ears... not to mention her cries of passion as he claimed her velvet marehood and splendid tailhole! But John was willing to hold his tongue, so long as Moondancer held her tongue just so, gently working it around his straining glans and drawing out huge spurts of precum. After all, John had to admit that he felt better educated with every visit to Moondancer’s bedroom!

After the experience with Zecora, John was less than startled when his sexytime with one of the Cherry Hill Ranch girls was again interrupted by a beautiful intruder. Today when the door opened he saw that his “client” was to be the beautiful Nurse Redheart, an earth pony of unsurpassed poise and beauty — yet a mare, it seemed, with a naughty side, who wished to indulge her kinky needs under the cover of a professional visit.

Yes, John felt that Redheart’s surprised gasp upon seeing the languorous blowjob proceeding in Moondancer’s bedroom was something less than genuine. “Once Moondancer is, erm, ‘finished’ with you,” the nurse informed him, “it’s time for her monthly exam.” All in all, John strongly suspected he wouldn’t be finishing inside Moondancer this time — the load she’d built up in his balls, and teased to the boiling point, was destined to explore a brand new womb!

“I reckon you can just go ahead and start that exam, Nurse,” John invited. “After all, I’m not using that end of Moondancer at the moment.”

“Hrm, it’s quite irregular, but I suppose a stallion’s needs won’t be denied.” The nurse sat her medical bag upon the bed and began to probe Moondancer’s nether regions with cold metal instruments as the unicorn gritted her teeth with discomfort. Though she worked with apparent professionalism, Nurse Redheart’s eyes kept glancing upwards, to the huge and leaking erection the unicorn whorse was still polishing with her magical aura.

“Something very strange has been going inside these ladies,” Nurse Redheart frowned at John across the bed that separated them. “I’ve noticed a lot of sore spots, very deep inside, well past the cervix. Not to mention some distressingly large anal gapes. You wouldn’t know anything about that, would you, Mr. Human?”

“It’s perfectly harmless, Nurse,” John assured. “Passion between humans and Equestrians is a beautiful thing, appointed by nature. You’re not suggesting that Tree Hugger would take anything unnatural into her body, would you?”

Nurse Redheart sat down her instruments and patted Moondancer on the rump. “I’d better investigate this phenomena for myself,” she declared. “I am a mare of science, after all.” As if by a prearranged signal, Moondancer instantly scooted over on the bed and let the nurse climb up onto John’s crotch, straddling the proud length of his pulsing cock, all wet and shiny with unicorn spit and his own precum.

The ever romantic John took Nurse Redheart into his powerful arms and drew her close, but she turned her head away with a warning for him. “No kissing, Mr. Human,” she insisted. “I have a coltfriend.”

“What a lucky feller he must be,” John mused. “Generous, too.”

Nurse Redheart nodded curtly. “He’s very understanding of my needs, but he does have his limits. Just keep your lips to yourself, please, and let’s make a fun story I can tell him tonight.”

John agreed with a silent smile and gripped his erection in one hand, feeling about between Redheart’s legs for the warm and humid horsepussy he wished to inspect with his meaty tool. “You may want to ask your coltfriend to stick to your ponut for the next week or so,” he suggested, “as I’m about to ruin your marehood.”

“Oh... oh, goodness... oh, by Celestia’s mane!” The truth of John’s boast was immediately clear to Redheart as the fat, slickened crown of the human’s cock brushed against her sensitive clit, then sank halfway past the parting petals of her delicate pussy. The overwhelmed nurse simply had to catch her breath — she was already feeling full, well on her way to maregasm, and he didn’t even have his entire flare inside!

As he gently squeezed Nurse Redheart’s well toned flank, John caught a glimpse of a salacious looking notebook poking out of the earth pony’s medical bag. Plucking it up in one hand, he noted the fluid stained cover and the hoofwritten title: Hungry Human, Naughty Nurse. “Why, Miss Moondancer,” John drawled, “I do believe you’re not the only mare who appreciates a dirty book.”

“Mmmph,” Moondancer agreed, her mouth full of John’s majestic ball sack and her lips busily sucking on the flesh. Why waste time talking, when there were sweaty human testicles to be gargled?

“W-wait, that’s private—ooohhh!” Nurse Redheart’s protests came to naught as another length of girthy human cock was thrust up into her. “Oh, goodness, he’s hitting my cervix — he’s inside my — now I understand! Oh, gosh, it is natural and beautiful!”

With his customer scientifically riding herself to maregasm upon his shaft, John dared to open Redheart’s notebook and check on the validity of her more “theoretical” research. With an indulgent chuckle he flipped ahead to the well worn pages that signified the beginning of the spicy bits, and read out loud once more to the two horny mares:

Nurse Pinkheart and her coltfriend smiled at each other as the human eagerly followed them into their bedroom. Though they’d invited him to their house for dinner, it seemed he was as eager to skip to ‘dessert’ as they were. The petite nurse’s heart pounded in her ears as she climbed atop her bed, a bed that was soon overfull as she was sandwiched in a hug between two males who desired her desperately!

Little did Pinkheart know, that the night to cum would change her world forever. After the soul shaking climaxes she was about to experience, the earth pony hottie would never again be satisfied by just one cock... and both she and her coltfriend would forevermore be hooked on the juicy taste of human stallionhoods! Huge, mind melting human cocks, with no medial ring to get caught upon, dripping with pre and musk... nothing could bring a loving couple closer together than sharing such a delicacy between their lips!

John’s voice trailed off into moans and he dropped the notebook on the bed as the heavenly tightness of Nurse Redheart’s juicy pussy slid down atop his shaft like a hand in a glove. At least her story was a little more realistic than that weird Daring Do fanfic, John thought to himself...

The sights of Manehattan were truly a wonder to John’s eyes. Why, the buildings must be 6 stories tall, some even higher! The streets were crowded with creatures of all sorts, and John would have liked nothing more than to stop in the middle of the sidewalk and take it all in. Yet between Cherry Jubilee herding him into one department store after another, and Trixie pointing out the many venues she’d be performing at once her magic career took off, the hayseed of a human had little time to gawk — at least if he wanted to keep up with his two travelling companions.

For the first time in a month, the big city also provided John’s first glimpse of other humans. Sadly, these fellow visitors from Earth inevitably proved to be high born city slickers who shunned his company, embarrassed by his rough cheer and cowboy appearance. It was as if they could smell the horse pussy on him, and considered him a mere animal fucker — though behind closed doors, these dandies no doubt indulged in Equestria’s easy delights as well! What right thinking man could resist? Hundreds of frisky, sophisticated mares could be seen trotting about Manehattan’s streets, wearing practically nothing — why, it was a veritable buffet of beauties!

One store after another they visited: establishments large and small, purchasing hats, perfumes, earrings and finely crafted sex toys. By the time John stumbled behind Cherry Jubilee into Coco Pommel’s exclusive boutique, his strong arms were bulging with packages from stores such as Cutiemark Jacobs and Colt Renfrew. Trixie followed after him, steadying John’s large pile of boxes with her aura and admiring his butt.

Within Coco Pommel’s domain, the curtained walls blocked out the bustle and noise of the city outside, leaving the female mind free to contemplate both Coco’s beautiful gowns and the shocking price tags attached to them. When it came time to try on a dress, the boutique’s soft and quiet lighting would be enough to flatter any mare’s features and figure, transforming frumpy housemares into gorgeous knockouts as they stood before the mirror.

Not that any of the three mares present were less than perfect 10s, in John’s opinion! Coco Pommel trotted out to greet her customers, revealing herself as a pert little cutie with a modern bob cut and a frilly bow about her neck. Trixie was great and powerful as always, with her perpetual bedroom eyes, and Cherry was... well, she was Cherry Jubilee!

“Ah, Cherry, dearest, how good to see you again.” Coco and Cherry exchanged cheek kisses, then the younger mare turned to size up John. “I see you’ve brought your latest stud,” she told her customer with a note of approval.

“This ‘stud’ has a name, ma’am,” John objected, as he finally set down the huge pyramid of boxes he’d been carrying.

“How interesting,” Coco sniffed dismissively. “Well, stud, what do you think of the big city? Quite a change from little Ponyville, eh? Cherry is my only customer from that sad hick town — I’m afraid Applejack’s friend has the market sewed up.”

“Let’s not discuss the dreadful Rarity,” Cherry Jubilee interrupted. “Why, I wouldn’t burden my gals with one of her gaudy ensembles, even if I knew the customer was fixing to rip it right off of her flank! It’s you who has the unmatched eye for erotic apparel, Coco — not to mention the little things that make a garment truly special.”

“I am known to be a bit anal about the details,” Coco admitted. She trotted down the line of her dresses, lifting each gown in her hoof to show off the colour and drape. “These are the latest fashions from Prance — with my own creative twists, of course. I presume Trixie will act as your model, and, erm, the stud...?”

With her head held high, Trixie lifted a bright red dress in her aura and departed behind a screen to change. Meanwhile, Cherry patted John upon the rump. “Purely here to react to the sight of Trixie in the dresses,” she explained to Coco. “In my business, it’s best to confirm that a gown will arouse the male urge before making a purchase. You’re welcome to sample him, of course — he’s very skilled when it comes to your particular ‘preferences.’”

“Angling for the pleasure discount, eh, Cherry?” Coco tittered behind a hoof. “Well, he does seem a fine specimen of stallionhood. I suppose I could offer a 5% discount on delivery, if he knows how to give a proper coring out to my haute couture shitter.”

“Now wait just a damned minute, Miss Pommel!” John objected. “You been talking bout me like I ain’t even in the room! Ain’t I allowed—”

“Tssh!” Cherry silenced John and gestured him over to her. He obediently knelt down to listen as his marefriend whispered in his ear.

“5% of what I spend here today will be more than what you pay me in a month,” Cherry explained. “If playing the dumb stud for Coco wounds your male pride, just think of how grateful Trixie and I will once we return to the hotel with our fancy new dresses. Oh, we’ll be helpless in your arms, utterly unable to resist whatever depraved fantasies you might want to force upon us. Do you understand me, stud?”

John then leaped back up onto his feet and faced the fashionable designer. “Miss Pommel,” he announced with a slight scowl, “If your hindquarters need a good coring out, I’m your stallion.”

Now aware of his subservient role in this strange world of high fashion, John unbuckled his belt and pulled his shirt over his shoulders, stripping himself even as Trixie changed into her dress behind her screen. Coco Pommel bit her lip as she watched the strange biped shed his clothes for her, only to blurt out a hearty “Oh, my goodness!” when John’s drawers dropped to his ankles and his stallionhood was revealed.

“I’m surprised, Coco,” Cherry Jubilee chuckled. She hefted the mighty head of John’s cock in one hoof and pointed it like a loaded cannon at the fashion designer. “I’d have thought such a worldly mare as yourself would have seen a human cock by now.”

“I have seen several,” Coco insisted with a hoof to her chest, “and your boy is in another league altogether. Why, there’s horses on Earth who’d shy from the comparison!”

“Then I reckon this extraordinary stud signifies as much as a 15% discount,” Cherry Jubilee said, quickly, taking advantage of Coco’s shock to negotiate a better deal. “After all, how can you put a price on a battered and ruined ponut, not to mention a rectum utterly clogged with thick human sperm?”

“E-eight percent,” Coco countered, unable to take his eyes off the half chub that throbbed in Cherry Jubilee’s hooves.

Cherry nodded. “Yes, it’s best to save a few bits for your medical expenses, once John destroys your oh-so-fashionable log cutter. Shall we say 10%?”

“10%, but only if he can go more than once,” the anal size queen agreed.

“I believe your problem will be stopping him from claiming your plot,” Cherry tittered. “Why, my own pucker ain’t never been the same, ever since John moved in and remodelled it!”

“Ta-da!” Once again taking the spotlight, Trixie twirled out from behind her changing screen, having completed her transformation from casually dressed mare to utter cock stiffening sexpot! Coco Pommel’s red dress sheathed and showcased Trixie’s every curve — and Trixie had many curves to show off! Her mane was magically gathered up, held in place with a large hairpin upon which were a bouquet of live flowers. A simple strip of fabric beneath her barrel squeezed her large blue teats together, serving up a truly decadent quantity of motorboatable cleavage.

Best of all, Trixie beamed with the natural beauty of a mare who knows how desirable she is, and has chosen an outfit which presents her considerable assets to best advantage. Why, if John didn’t know better, he’d say that Trixie was a Princess, or at least one of Celestia’s mares-in-waiting! His jaw gaped at the sight, his lips drooled, and the blood began to flow to what everymare present considered to be the most important part of his body.

Coco eyed the dumbstruck human and his swelling dick with barely suppressed amusement. “Well, stud,” she asked haughtily, “does this ensemble meet with your approval?”

“It’s a right lovely design, Miss Pommel,” John had to admit. “I reckon I feel the male urge rising already.” Indeed, he found himself coming to full mast in record time as Trixie flaunted her flank for him and coquettishly twirled her mane with her aura.

“Just make sure it rises into the right hole,” Coco demanded. She turned and raised her tail, presenting herself for an inter-species stud service.

John stroked the fashionista’s taut, slim flank, spreading the young mare’s ass cheeks and surveying the delicious looking pucker between them. As if to dispell any doubt as to Coco’s preferences, her ponut glistened with freshly applied lubricant, and a little piece of magical tape was positioned over the mare’s forbiddingly tight cunt, leaving her clit free to wink out but making penetration quite impossible.

Pressing his crown into the puffy, eagerly accepting donut beneath Coco’s tail, John soon found himself sheathed in warm, tight ecstasy that stroked his cock with greatest muscle control. John wiped a sudden spring of sweat from his brow as the tight ring of muscle massaged his shaft, acting as a ratchet that made it nearly impossible to reclaim even a centimetre of ground. Many ladies considered their rear holes to be ‘exit only,’ but Coco’s ass was the opposite — it wouldn’t let him leave!

“Ma’am, if I may say so, this is one hell of a ponut,” he ventured.

“Nopony asked you,” Coco scowled, yet she couldn’t hide a slight smile. It felt so good, to finally get a proper stretch in. Far too many stallions in the world of Manehattan fashion were gay — even worse, they were *bottoms!* Also known as, “the competition!”

Trixie pouted as she saw John’s eyes roll back in his head and his hands scramble for purchase on Coco Pommel’s plot as he thrust deep into her guts. “Hey, how about a little love for the mare wearing the dress?” she insisted. “I am, after all, The Great and Powerful Trixie!”

Despite the pleasures consuming his lower half, John was (just barely!) able to shake his head firmly. “Now, Miss Trixie,” he chided, “you got yours this morning in the hotel, and we’ll surely go another round come evening. For now, you just shake your flank for me, and let Cherry’s ‘stud’ get to work on earning that discount for your boss.”

“Cherry, I-I can go as high as 12%,” Coco admitted, as John finally pushed his girth fully into her bowels. “But only if your stud makes me feel like I’ll never shit properly again.” Looking back at John, who was honestly giving his best effort at ponut-plowing, she snarled: “Harder, stud! I’m not some fragile flower like Rarity — stop coddling my dumper and ruin me!”

In the end, John was never a star pupil when it came to mathematics, so he hadn’t a clue how many bits he saved Cherry with his backdoor negotiations. All he knew is that Coco Pommel’s young, yet experienced ponut was the most welcoming butt hole he’d ever found himself inside!

Far from Coco’s talk about ruin and devastation, it was John’s cock that felt utterly mangled by the end of his assignment. The earth pony’s invincible ponut snapped tightly closed as soon as he finally extracted his well used dick, gaping not a bit and letting not a single drop of the three creampies he’d delivered into her bowels escape. Bestowing John a nod of satisfaction and the tiniest of smiles, Coco began to box up the many, many dresses Trixie had tried on during their rut, without so much as a limp in her step.

As he departed Coco’s boutique, with the boxes and packages piled even impossibly higher in his arms, John now hardly noticed the bustle of Manehattan at all. He was fantasizing about the next time he’d get to spew a load of nut deep inside a tight and talented pony ass... which proved to be less than an hour later, when Trixie took her turn in their hotel room.

For all her boasting, John thought as he cuddled Trixie and bathed in the afterglow of their lovemaking, this unicorn gal truly was great and powerful. It’d be quite a loss to the world of ass loving stallions if her magic career ever did take off!

“Say, Trixie,” he murmured, gently stroking the sensitive horn of the satisfied unicorn with the tip of a gentle finger, “what if you could combine your magic act with your sexin’, somehow? Then you wouldn’t have to choose between your passions.” More to the point, John wouldn’t have to choose!

“Hah! As if those hayseeds in Ponyville could appreciate the eroticism of Trixie’s full power!” Trixie scoffed, ignited her horn and magically produced a large length of knotted hoofkerchiefs from her cum dripping booty. “Why, the simplest anal conjuration would explode their prejudiced little minds!”

“In Ponyville, perhaps so,” John admitted. “But Manehattan seems a bit more open, and I’d guess Canterlot as well — why, half of those mares on the street were flagging to beat the band! Now, here’s what I’m thinking: did you ever hear of the burlesque or the vaudeville, back on Earth?”

Trixie surely had, for she propped her head on her hoof as excitement began to fill her eyes. “Trixie is listening...”