The Tale of Filly Cosby
Hello there children, my name is Filly Cosby. Now I know what you all are thinking, and no, I’m not a mare, I am indeed a buck. My dad just named me Filly because he was an ASS (and by ass I mean donkey. Yeah, half donkey and half zebra). But back to the point, I work as a television host for the show Foals Say the Darndest Things, which gained popularity after the public saw I had a speech impediment. But the story today doesn’t take place on set, no, this story takes place after the shooting of the latest episode. So without any further ado, here we go!
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I sat near the snack table, watching the parents come to pick up their children. They all seemed very impressed that their kids managed to stay focused on screen, seeing as how they were still very young. My stomach rumbled and I searched for something to snack upon. My gaze fell upon the most delicious snack I have ever known. Watermelon. It sat there, its green shell glimmering in the lights, just waiting for me to sink my teeth into its soft, juicy flesh. The amount of pleasure I felt just at seeing the delicious fruit was enough to send me through the roof.
I quickly grasped the melon and started for my room, hoping to get out of sight before my pleasure erupted all over the crew. Unfortunately, this hope was crushed like that of an egg under hoof when the director came up to greet me. His large, bearded face was shielded by his old baseball cap. He called out in his loud, overly classy voice.
“Filly, baby, great work out there today! You kept the punch lines coming all throughout the show. Hell I even heard some ad libbed stuff in there, it was great!”
“Well zip my zoopedy! Thank you kindly mr director man! A-coo-coo-kazoo!”
“Ha, you get me everytime! I love it!” He trotted off to meet with one of the other producers, I turned my attention back to my succulent, sweet fruit.
I slipped into my room and slammed the door behind me, locking it for good measure. I set the large melon on the bed and started to caress it slick, hard body. The feel of it against my hoof sent me to a near orgasmic state, forcing me to shiver with pleasure. I moved in and gave it a peck on the side. Soft and tender to show my love for this amazing fruit.
My breathing was starting to get heavier as I caressed it more. Now was the time. I moved it, staring deeply at it’s soft green hue, and licked it. Oh sweet Celestia, just the subtle hint of this gracious fruit on my tongue made me convulse. This was what I lived for. I got up and went to my back room to get changed. If I was going to do this, I was going to do it right. I went to the closet to find the nicest of my many, many sweaters. I flung the doors open with great gusto and looked in. Instead of there being just a small room like most closets, mine was actually a rift in the space time continuum, allowing me to place all of my sweaters in a supposedly endless void. The strange thing was, this was starting to fill up. I was going to need a new closet.
I searched for a few minutes before my eyes fell on it. There, just out of reach, was the sweater of my dreams. It was really just an assortment of different colored rectangles, but the fit was pristine and always managed to be comfortable. I grabbed a nearby coat hanger and pulled the cosmic sweater in. Slipping it over my head a single thought came to my mind.
“This would go great with some pudding.”
I went back to the living room where my sweet melon was waiting for me. I gave it a kiss and said “Now on to business.” with a hint of erotica in my voice.
I picked up the melon and walked over, setting it on the counter. I propped myself up, getting ready to make my move. I moved forward slowly so the suspense would only heighten, wanting to get the most out of this amazing moment. I gave it a final kiss then made my move, penetrating it... with a knife. The knife slid through perfectly. I gazed at the ripe and juicy flesh of the watermelon, feeling a deep pleasure in my stomach. I leaned in and licked the juicy fruit, tasting it’s sweet nectar. I leaned back and prepared myself. This was going to be a quick and dirty if I had ever known one. I thrust my tool into the watermelon, pulling out giant hunks of the juicy flesh. When that was done, I looked at the spoon I had just used. The juice was still flowing down the sides onto my hoof. It was glorious.
I pitched the empty shells of the melon, hiding all evidence of the body. Well, all except the flesh that I had saved for my own consumption. I then went to my fridge to bring out my tub of pudding. Taking massive spoonfuls out, I dished it into the bowl containing the watermelon. A quick few turns and it was mixed to perfection. I looked at the beautiful bowl of my mixed food. It would be a shame to have this all go to waste through mere consumption. No, this would be my defining moment. The moment where I truly put myself at the top of the food group.
I walked into the bedroom and placed the bowl on the bed and started undressing myself. I could feel as if the bowl was giving me the bedroom eyes the entire time, only making me more aroused. When I was done I climbed on the bed and gazed at the delicious food mixture. This will be glorious.
With a quick flash, I stuck my member into the bowl, not wanting to waste a second more. I felt the cool mixture rub on my dick as I pumped harder and harder. No sex was comparable to this, not even the night I had spent with Spitfire. And SHE knew how to get in bed. As the pumping continued I felt my member start to throb. I pulled out and started clopping furiously.
With each stroke I could feel myself getting closer and closer to the climax. With a loud CLAP the semen streaked from my long erection, smearing the walls in my sticky goo. I was finished.
I looked at the bowl. What should I do with it now? I’m not exactly hungry anymore. I looked around and spotted the balcony. With a quick toss I through the concoction over the edge. I heard it land with a loud SPLAT followed by a scream. Cautiously, I looked over the edge. It had landed right atop Sapphire Shore’s head. Once again, it was glorious.
