The Soft Served Life of Cocolate Shake & Vanillo Cone (+18)

The Soft Served Life of Cocolate Shake & Vanillo Cone (+18)

Chapter 1: Welcome to HollyWhooves

It’s a warm summer’s afternoon as two lovely mares walk down town of the HollyWhooves strip. The unicorn on the right is Vanillo Cone (P.S. they are anthro’s.)

She stands at least 5 feet tall with an almost white cream colored coat that glisten of sweat as she walks beside her best friend. She has a long beautiful vanilla yellow mane wrapped up in a pony tail. Her actual tail resembles her mane, the color of which starts light and bright at the scalp and grows darker yet more vibrant as it goes down, curling up like a cinnamon bun, but her bangs are short, straight, and silky with her horn sticking out in the center. Vanillo also has numerous small light brown freckles scattered across her face and a few across what’s visible of her bust. She has a pair of B cup perky breast that fit snuggly in her sweat drenched tank top. She is also wearing tight denim shorts that reach down just above her knees and a pair of blue flip-flops that reveal her clean-cut freshly-painted toe nails, which She has painted all her nails cherry red.

Also she has her friendship bracelet with Cocolate Shake’s name on it, a pair of Buddy Holly sunglasses over her soft and stunning cherry red eye’s, hot pink lipstick, and a necklace pendant featuring her cutiemark, a pie tin filled with whip cream and topped with a dual cherry, a gift from her mother (that’s actually a very touching story that I will probably never tell, ha! It’s funny because no one cares.) Vanillo is also encumbered by various shopping bags under both her arms, which forces her to hunch forward unpleasantly.

Cocolate is the zebra left and a little ahead of Vanillo. Cocolate is about a few inches taller than her friend and has busty C cups with a chocolaty swirly heart imbibed above her breast. Her coat is that of a normal zebra’s only instead of white and black it’s a caramel orange with rich dark brown stripes that swirl at the tips. Her mane is fashioned in a short, thin, pixy cut that spikes upward haphazardly. Her hair color is a bold shiny black and several silver streaks spiking up with the rest of her mane. Cocolate’s tail, however, is long, neat, and curls at the end, a couple of silver streaks run down her tail. Her figure is luscious and curvy all around her body that her cloths make it a point to show off by wrapping tight around her figure. She is wearing a yellow spaghetti string shirt and a pair of booty shorts with the pockets sticking out from underneath. She is also sporting a pair of yellow sandals and a yellow sun hat, which seems to fit the outfit quite appropriately. Her eyes are sharp yet smooth, and the hue is a soothing minty green that chills with delight. Over her right shoulder blade is what appears to be a brand of and ice cream cone as though it were to resemble a cutiemark (instead of tattoos, ponies get branded, you know, like it was a tattoo.)

In Cocolate’s hand is a tourist guide book to HollyWhooves, which she uses to fan herself off with. And of course, Cocolate is wearing her friendship bracelet with Vanillo Cone’s name on it (fun-fact; Vanillo and Cocolate share the same birthday, they had gotten the bracelets on their 16th birthday. But nobody cares… Keep reading!)

Cocolate stops fanning to read the book. About three minutes passes before something catches Cocolate’s interest “Oh, hey, here’s an interesting fact! Did you know that HollyWhooves was discovered by a Doctor?”

“Is that so?” Vanillo asks

“Yeah! His name was ‘Dr. John Smith’, and he had brought a bunch of settlers there, with his sister in law and wife ‘Ms. Whooves’, I guess that’s where HollyWhooves got its name? That’s so romantic, to have a whole city be named after you!”

Cocolate, in mid-sentence, closes her eyes, and presses the book closely to her ample chest as she begins day dream of the romantic life she wishes she could have.

Vanillo speaks, bursting Cocolate’s desire driven hallucination, “yeah, but, that’s kind of a weird name…”

“What? Whooves? It’s actually a common name.” Cocolate states.

Vanillo shakes her head “No, I mean John Smith, what kind of name is that? It’s no name I have ever heard of.”

Cocolate stops and thinks for a second, just enough time for Vanillo to catch up with her. Vanillo turns to Cocolate and asks “hey, while your thinking could you carry some of these bags? It is starting to hurt my back.”

“Aaaw, what’s the matter? Can’t handle a few shirts and shoes?” Cocolate says, teasing her friend “I thought you said you could handle it, I mean you are so strong after all.” Cocolate Shake was always the strongest one out of the two of them, and made sure to tease her about it whenever possible, which happens quite often in scenarios a lot like this.

Cocolate reaches over and pinches Vanillo’s soft under arm. Vanillo squeaks from the tiny bit of pain the pinch causes and jerks her arm away, “Don’t do that, Coco!” Vanillo shouts.

“Ok! Ok! I’ll stop, just please be careful. That bag has my new high heels in it,” Cocolate sighs and reaches for the bag “Alright, give it here…” Vanillo hands some of the bags she was carrying to Cocolate.

Vanillo Sighs in relief as Cocolate frees her from some of the weight. “Thanks, Coco, I really appreciate it.” Vanillo straightens her back, making several cracking sounds along her spine.

Wrapping the bags in loops around her right hand and then continues they’re previous conversation, “Maybe he worked on toilets?” ”Who?” Vanillo asked having already forgotten what they were just talking about, “You know, John Smith, maybe he worked on toilets?” Vanillo then recalls the conversations topic and responds “Oh yeah, I get it, because his name is John. Yeah, he’s a doctor of port-a-potties.”

Cocolate chuckles then snorts, swiftly, she covers her nose with the book, as though trying to hide her embarrassment. This makes Vanillo giggle. Cocolate takes a peak back into the book and then adds her own theory on the founder of the giant movie lot they now stand on, “Actually… This guy doesn’t look like he belongs there… I mean, it looks like he’s using hair gel… actually I think he is using hair gel!” Vanillo isn’t too concerned about this, if anything, she thinks Cocolate is just overreacting. Suddenly and without warning, Cocolate shoves the book into her face so she can see; Vanillo lowers her sunglasses, revealing her feisty red eyes that almost seem to flow like fire, so that she can get a better look.

There in the picture stood a stallion, which appeared to have no fur, but had hair that was raised up and spiked back, with that shimmer look that you can only get from freshly applied hair gel. She could tell that it was freshly applied because back in high school a lot of colts tried to swagger into their pants by looking cool and tough. Needless to say that the whole ‘greaser’ act these colts were doing, didn’t get them laid, quite the opposite actually.

The stallion was tall, slim, and had somewhat of a charm to him. He wore a tie which was neatly tucked into his dress vest, over that was a long trench coat that hide the fact that he had no tail, cleanly pressed slakes and what appeared to be sneakers. In his left hand there was some sort of glowing pen, and behind his figure in the distance was a… Big box… the picture was in black and white so the color of the box, or anything else for that matter, remained a mystery.

The two mares that accompanied the medically trained plumber, however, had much more natural appearances, at least, they looked like normal ponys. They were twins, both had light colored manes and tails and the same fur color, at least it looks that way, but different clothes of course. The one left of the doctor wore a striped long sleeved collar shirt, jeans that seemed to sag a little, suspenders, and… sneakers. She had her right arm wrapped around his left arm with the glowing pen. Her sister, right of John Smith, was wearing a short sleeved shirt and overalls along with, but of course, sneakers.

All three of them looking into the camera happily, but that’s when Vanillo noticed that the sister on the right side had crooked eyes, while the sister on the left had perfect eyes. Regardless, that didn’t change the fact that this guy was using hair gel. “Did hair gel even exist back then?” Vanillo puzzled by the picture, but more curious about the pen and box.

“Girl, I’m not even sure if they had sneakers back then,” Vanillo wasn’t sure if Cocolate was aware that they all were wearing sneakers, but thought it was best to not say anything. Cocolate continued “maybe he’s an alien time traveler that can live forever and travels all across time and space, alone and the last of his kind, looking for the one thing he ever truly wanted… a friend, someone that can be there to stop him, someone to hold him when he’s sad, but more importantly, someone to remind him that he’s never alone…”

Vanillo doesn’t exactly know what to say, she’s speechless, as she thought of this concept Vanillo nearly began to cry. Wow… when she says it like that. 'How hard it must have been for him, to bare an eternity all alone in the cold vacuum of space; with no one to tell him everything is going to be ok, life without a friend…' she thought to herself, Vanillo then imagined life without Cocolate…

Cocolate pulls the book away and resumes her theory, breaking Vanillo away from whatever sad thoughts was to come her way “… but instead he finds true love and goes on countless adventures through the galaxy, but then decides to settle down and start a family and has a happy life with his lover!” Cocolate slips into that fantasy land again, completely oblivious to the world around.

Vanillo sighs and smiles, revealing her prominent dimples. Vanillo is glad that she has her friend with her, and hopes it stays that way for a long time.

Vanillo snaps her finger right in Cocolate’s ear, waking her up from her wet daydream. “Come on, let’s go home and settle in,”

“Home? You mean the hotel room?” Cocolate asks “I wouldn’t really call a hotel room a good home and we’ve already spent the night in there, so there’s not really much to settle in to,” Vanillo realizes that she hasn’t properly informed her friend of the new living arrangements and proceeds to do so, “Oh yeah, that’s right. Our manager called in today and said that he got us an apartment to live in, it’s a nice place too, at least, that’s what I’ve been told. He said that a hotel room was no place for ‘High class hoes of our caliber’ to stay in,” “Oh… okay.” Cocolate says giving two thumbs up, excepting the news quite casually, like any other sensible pony.

Walk for almost an hour stopping by a few shops, for some additional shopping, and a McRonalds (apparently an actual thing, sorta.) for a quick lunch, “I feel fat…” Cocolate groans. Vanillo just smiles and rolls her eyes, continuing towards their new home.

Two and half blocks later they finally arrive at the new apartment, the two enter into the front door to the check in office. It looks like any other small motel check in lobby, only maybe bigger, at the front desk there is an earth pony mare chewing bubble gum and reading a teen magazine, her mane is all messy and puffy, colored black and highlighted green. Her eyes are a slight dull purple and her fur is some kind of greenish grey with solid white spots. However, she has so many piercings it’s hard to tell if she even is a pony, let only even a mare. It’s scary how many pieces of metal you can have surgical attached to your face.

Cocolate is too scared to even look at her, she nudges Vanillo to go talk to her, Vanillo casually walks up to the counter and introduces herself “um, hi, I’m Vanillo Cone, and I’m here for an apartment…” the mare at the desk looks up from her magazine to answer Vanillo “Oh yeah, your manager was just here, is that the other girl over there..? Uuh…” the COLT looks over at a sticky note over at the side of the desk and then finishes his sentence “… Cocolate?” Vanillo nods her head trying not to stare.

Cocolate almost pissed herself out of fear, the pony they thought was a mare was really a dude, of course neither one of them wanted to make a scene about it, so they kept. The desk colt continued “yeah, well he said to just send you two down to the apartment when you got here, he should be in there, apartment D24… here,” the desk colt hands Vanillo a key to the apartment “it’s a spare, so don’t lose it.” Vanillo nods and calmly takes the key from the desk colt, and proceeds to walk out of the check in office casually. Just as they leave, the desk colt shouts out “you two have a good day.” Cocolate shouts back “you too.”

As soon as the two of them were out of the office, they both did a full on sprint to the apartment, uncontrollably laughing the whole way there, and to make it worse Cocolate starts singing really loud “Dude looks like a lady!”

Finally, Vanillo Cone and Cocolate Shake made it to the apartment, still talking about the desk colt and how freaked out they were, Vanillo felt a little bad for the desk colt though, she figures though that there’s nothing she can do though, so she settles on forgetting about it.

Retrieving the room key from her pocket, Vanillo unlocks the door and walks inside, Cocolate fallowing afterwards to set the shopping bags down near the couch. It was a nice apartment with two well sized bedrooms, a spacey kitchen, a single bathroom, and of course a very lively living room with a balcony. Nothing too much, however it was certainly better than what they had before.

Just as the two were getting settled in a stallion walks in with nothing but a t-shirt on. His 7 and a half inch flaccid horse dick just dangling there in front of the two mares in pure content. The stallion, on the other hoof, stood at 5’6”, he wasn’t exactly physically fit, but he does have some muscle tone on him. His fur is a dim white. His mane and tail is black, thick and wavy, but messy and un-brushed, and has a single neon green stripe going down his mane and tail. His cutiemark, which rests on his right forearm, is just a fancy dollar sign, and finally, the stallions eyes are dull red that glows faintly (figuratively speaking).

The stallion is eating a small tub of strawberry frosting with a rather big spoon when he lifts his arms up, as though reaching for a hug, and exclaims “Ah, there my hoe’s at! Nice crib, huh? So, there are only two bedrooms, so it looks like two will have to fight for Da honor of sleeping with me tonight.”

Cocolate just stared at him for a second and then proceeded to pull her sandal off and throws it at his face. As Punk Moonay drops the frosting and covers his face in pain, Cocolate throws her other sandal at his stallion-hood. Punk cups his tender bits and drops to the floor, quivering, “Now get yo ass up and put some pants on befoe I drop kick you, child!” shouts Cocolate angrily, “Fine! Geez!” as Punk crawls underneath a box and disappears into the hallway; he mumbles something under his breath. 'Did he just say metal gear?' Vanillo thinks to herself.

“Was that really necessary?” asks Vanillo concerned for Punks physical well-being.

Cocolate, showing no remorse for him, simply says “Girl, ain’t nopony got anytime for his nakedness!” really fast, as she walks over to rest on the couch. Cocolate had the right idea and Vanillo decided to join her. Punk comes back, fully clothed and begins to groan “Damn it, I think you popped one of my nuts!” Cocolate doesn’t seem to care “Quite yo bitching and find the remote for the T.V.” Punk just shakes his head “hell no, you get your fat ass up and find it yourself!” “Okay!” thus Cocolate gets up and finds the remote resting on top of the entertainment center, she picks it up and throws it directly at Punk’s dick! “Fuck! Same spot! Same spot!” and punk drops to the floor quivering in pain. Vanillo looked at the time and settled on going to bed, she gets up from the coach and walks to one of the rooms “we should get some sleep, tomorrow we work.” Cocolate agrees with her and walks to the other room, leaving Punk all alone “hey! What about me?” Cocolate shout back “There’s a couch, use it!”