Julio was startled out of his slumber. He began to hyperventilate.

“Hi, babes,” the green one lilted.

“Hi there,” he replied, still a bit sleepy. She trotted over and sat next to him. Wanting a response, she licked Julio’s face, and his head turned. He reached around her neck while she leaned her head against him and nuzzled him.

“Come here, baby,” the mare said, “I wanna love you.”

“Okay,” Julio murmured. Lightning Dust claimed the boy’s lips. They rolled around a few times, not once breaking the kiss.

His thoughts drifted to the mares he was with at the moment. Their bodies, strong and muscular, but curvy and supple at the same time; their rumps, so perfectly round and soft; and combined with the rich aroma of ripe love smoldering between their hind legs, they were all intoxicating, irresistible, and unbearable. He felt a sense of empowerment and belonging with satisfying all these mares and receiving love from them, one that he wouldn’t want to trade for anything in the world.

He saw it right there and then: they weren’t meant to simply be friends. This was forever… celestial even.

If only Julio knew sooner that Spitfire and Lightning Dust liked him, longed for him as much as Rainbow Dash liked him, then maybe they wouldn’t have to have taken advantage of him in order to get that across!

But in the end, it all worked out – all three mares were satisfied, Julio finally realized his full potential as well as his purpose – to be a nurturer, not just in this newly-formed herd, but for all the Equestrians who would come to him for guidance and comfort.

~~

Julio, half-dozed, rolled his head over to see the sun setting. Being as beautiful as it is, he thought of sharing this sight with all of his friends.

“Hey, guys, wanna see the sun set?” It’s very beautiful!”

They all turned their heads, noticing the sunset. “Wow, you’re right, baby, this is beautiful,” Rainbow said, amazed. They all watched the sun set until it disappeared below the mountains and over the horizon.

“You’re such a sweet boy,” Spitfire professed, kissing his cheek. “So where do you want to go? Hmm, get pizza, ice cream, where?”

“Wait, you’re not gonna try and seduce me in public, are you?” Julio asked, suspicious. “I’m just curious…”

“Don’t you worry about a thing,” Spitfire replied. “Thanks to your help, our estrous cycles are just about over with save for possibly some post-heat problems, so don’t worry about us making moves in public.”

“Yeah, cause we like you,” Rainbow Dash. “We wouldn’t want to do anything to make you uncomfortable.”

“Well, ain’t that nice,” Julio said.

But after staring at Julio a couple times up and down, she changed her mind on it (since she was his marefriend, after all), and whispered in the green one’s ear: “Then again, maybe I won’t!...” which elicited a giggle out of both of them. Julio chuckled a bit as well.

Back at the apartment that Rainbow Dash and Julio shared, Julio began digging around for something decent to wear for himself as well as the young mares that were courting him. The occasion? They were all going to Top of The World to celebrate their new relationship and the possibility of being consecrated and sealed as a herd!

He plunged head-first into his walk-in closet, eventually picking out a white polo shirt with a “pony-love” symbol over the pocket that he bought for the occasion of him and Rainbow’s two and a half year anniversary, a pair of classy shorts, and a colorful sash, altogether resembling of most young men who live in the coalfields region, even though the trend was less popular back home in Cacciatora.

Once he emerged for the bathroom, Spitfire came up to him with a length of fabric and dropped it in front of him.
“I can’t find a thing in this place that fits me. Do you think you can make this work?” she implored. Seeing the two other mares in the same predicament, an idea came to mind.

“Come with me,” Julio replied. He made a mad dash for the closet, where he found a bunch of sashes, in a box, that he’d used as girdles before. He draped each mare with the fabric and tied a sash at the top. Going down, he tied another sash on top of the flank just before where the fabric came down over their perfect rumps and towards the floor.

“Done.” He stepped back and admired what he’d done.

“This is perfect,” Rainbow said, praising Julio’s handwork.

“Speaking of which,” Julio said, acting on another idea, “do you think that we can match, you know, as a herd?” He made a gesture around his waist that suggested doing almost the same thing with the makeshift dresses as they were sporting; but they all said no (neigh).

“You’d look silly,” Rainbow said. “Now, if this were Lake Sheffield, or Bethany if we were lucky, then it’d be alright, but as far as these mountains, not so much.”

“Oh… then alright…” With that, Julio paid no more mind to the issue, and refocused his thoughts to how all four of them were going to get there in his red pick-up truck.

“That’d be easy,” Lightning Dust said.

“Not exactly…” replied Julio. “If my truck had four doors, you could all just get in. My truck, however, has two doors. The cab only has space for the driver, of course, and one, maybe two passengers, which means that either one or two of you would have to ride in the bed.

“And I’m sure that a police officer would get mighty suspicious if he saw somebody riding in the back of my pickup truck, which, by the way, isn’t the safest way of getting around.”

“Couldn’t we just fly there?” Rainbow Dash asked.

“Fly there… are you fucking kidding me… just look at the dresses, there’s no way that your wings would be able to come out unless I cut holes for that purpose, and I don’t want to do that, because one, you’ve got some fairly expensive fabric on you that I don’t want to ruin, and two we can’t waste any more time on the trivial stuff – we want to have a splendid evening, have dinner and wine, dance a bit, and be happy-happy-happy.”

“I hope this clears up any concerns you have,” Julio concluded.

“But wait, can’t we all ride in the cab?”

“Oh my god,” Julio sighed. “We’ll be like a tin of sardines if we even manage to make that work.”

A feeling of dejection washed over them. Suddenly, an idea emerged in his brain.

“I know a guy,” he said rapidly.

“Say what now?” said Spitfire.

“I know a guy from the hollow over. He’s got a minivan in decent shape that I think we might be able to use.”

“That’s great!” said Rainbow Dash.

“I’ll walk over that way now,” Julio resolved, “and see if we can use it.”

“Good luck,” Spitfire said before she pecked him once on the cheek as he went through the door and downstairs.

Five minutes later, the telephone rang. Rainbow tipped the receiver over and said, “Who is it?”

“It’s me,” said Julio, from the other end, “we can use my friend’s minivan, as long as we don’t scratch it up.”

“Alright!”

“I’ll be right over!” He then hung up.
~~~
Being the gentleman that he was, he parked the minivan right outside the building. Once they all got inside, they were off.

The drive over was a breeze. But at the last intersection before the restaurant turnoff, some idiot in an Oldsmobile cut him off, causing Julio to slam the brakes as well as piss him off some.

“And just where the hell do you think you’re going in such a hurry? From the way that piece of shit runs, it’s most likely to get your welfare check before the post office closes,” he jeered at the other driver, leading to giggling and chuckling from the passengers. He gets peeved off at people like these who don’t have any sense, especially while driving. He noticed the sign for the restaurant.

“Aaaaaaand we’re here,” Julio proclaimed as they reached the turn-off road. He turned right, went up the hill, and parked the van.

Once they entered, exposed brick and cheap chandeliers greeted them. A waiter showed up almost immediately.

“Greetings, how may I help you today?”

“A table for four, please… on the outside,” Julio answered.

“Certainly, right this way…” They were led to a table on the outside deck overlooking the valleys and mountains off in the distance. If you looked closely enough, you could see Sheffield and Bethany… this place had it all.

They took their seats and began poring over their menus.

“So, do you like it?” Spitfire said after a few minutes.

“Like it? I love it!” Julio said, sweetly. At the same time, Rainbow Dash leaned over the table and began to kiss Julio, not caring who was watching. She crawled under the table, popped out on the other side, and went right back at it. Their eyes lulled shut.

A waitress came up to them. “Excuse me, can I help you?” she said. She attempted not to stare, scribbling away in her notebook and tapping her pencil.

“Uh… yeah, we’re ready to order,” Julio said, backing off a bit. The mare nuzzled into his side and Julio wrapped an arm around her.

“Okay… what would you like?” she implored, still trying not to stare.

“Yeah, can I have the parmesan chicken?” Julio started off. The chicken would be placed in a batter of thickened and whipped-up beer and rolled around in a mixture of panko crumbs, parmesan, and garlic before being grilled over the coal pit. “…with some ham to go along with it?” he added.

“Sure.”

“And they’ll have…” he continued, then stopped, unsure of what the mares wanted. He turned his head. “…eh, I’m not sure what y’all want. She’s asking ‘what would you like?’” he asked.

It turned out that they settled on simply having garden salads.

“Okay, since they’re going to have salads, I guess I’ll have one too, with Italian dressing.”

“Can do.”

“And can we all have Coal Banks blackberry wine?”

“Of course, but I’ll need to see an ID,” she said.

“Alright,” she replied. He pulled out his ID card from his wallet and flashed it at the waitress, who verified it.

“Birth year?”

“1995,” Julio said.

She thought for a second. “Oh, what the hell, I guess so.”

“That’ll do.”

“I’ll be back with your wine in a minute,” she said, and then left.

They talked over the wine for a while before the salads (as well as Julio’s chicken) emerged from the kitchen. The mares dug into their salads almost immediately, while Julio picked through his to get after the bits that he didn’t care for and poured the dressing on top, just the way he liked it.

With half of his salad knocked down, he went to his chicken, cut it up into several pieces, and looked at it.

“Hmm, juicy on the inside, crispy on the outside,” he thought, peering over it. He stabbed a piece to look at it further. “Damn, that looks tasty…” He put it in his mouth and reveled in its flavor.

Or not… “I can taste the parmesan and stuff, but what is that gritty stuff hanging around it?” He couldn’t exactly pinpoint what that was.

“Oh, fuck me…” he groaned. For some reason or another, he tasted coal dust along with everything else he’d tasted. “And you can tell how long it’s been sittin’ there cooking just by looking at the coal dust that’s collected on it,” he mumbled to himself. “…black as my dad’s lungs… good fuckin’ grief.”

Once the waitress came back around a second time, he didn’t hesitate to send the chicken back.

“Can I have the same chicken, but over wood this time? There is coal dirt stuck to this like you wouldn’t believe – it’s literally covered in it,” Julio requested, but in a polite tone of voice to mask his discontentment. He sipped a little wine and munched down some more salad to get the taste of grease and soot out of his mouth.

He pulled the ham towards him. He cut out a great big piece, rolled it up, and put it in his mouth. “Tasty,” he thought. “At least the ham won’t need to be cooked again… it’s actually pretty good.”

Five minutes later, a new plate of chicken came back. “I made sure it was put over the wood this time around,” the waitress assured.

“Thank you,” Julio said. The waitress slipped out of sight.

He tried the chicken; he wanted to make sure the chef got it right this time. Taking a bite, his conscience was proved right – not a speck of coal dust anywhere in sight. He could actually enjoy the juicy, succulent flavor without having to worry about coal dirt. Satisfied, he cut out a strip of ham, wrapped up a piece of the chicken, stuck a toothpick through the whole thing, and ate it.

“You could get a whole ranch sharing platter at Stinky’s when I was just a young’un, with potato wedges, wings, potato skins, chicken bites, dips, and a cocktail to sip…” Julio mused to himself. “Waiters come over, crazy song, fucking big cake, more cocktails…”

Before he knew it, the plate was clean. The waitress came again.

“Would you like any dessert?” she said.

“No thanks, can we just have the check?”

“Certainly,” she said.

She came back with the bill, everything listed on it. It came to $42. His first instinct was to go for the credit card, but he couldn’t find it. Frantically searching for money, he came upon a money order for $50 to be used for “a rainy day”… he didn’t think that that rainy day would be bailing his ass out of possibly washing dishes or having the police called. The food here was delicious, but it sure wasn’t cheap.

~~

Five minutes later, the herd was out the door. Having just had two, possibly three glasses of wine, Julio was feeling quite tipsy and lightheaded. He leaned right next to Rainbow Dash. The alcohol was certainly having an effect on him, so he started fooling around with her plot. He then rubbed the polychromatic mare’s behind. He fantasized about the mare and himself screwing so much that they would make bunnies jealous as he’d ravage her pussy red raw. He shivered and coiled up a bit, making her notice. He let it linger while he started the van and started down the hill toward the main road; his sensual side was desperately begging for release as images of his marefriend consumed him… conjuring up memories of her arousal juices drenching his tongue and coating his throat while she moaned and begged for more. “Oh yes…”

As that lascivious, voluptuous, salacious thought ran through his head, he shuddered; he thought of taking Rainbow Dash to heaven and back once again, and that feeling was coming on strong.

“Let’s get out of here,” Rainbow Dash said, suggestively pointing to a dead end road at the bottom of the mountain. He slammed down on the brakes hard and turned.

At the end of that road, there was a red gate and a small turn-around. Julio pulled the minivan around and parked it.

Almost immediately, Rainbow threw her hooves around him and kissed him with an undeniable amount of passion. He then locked all the doors and jumped in the trunk, with the mare following. She kissed him again, holding him in a vice-like grip. They couldn’t keep their hands (and hooves) off each other as they caressed.

Julio carefully undid the bows on Rainbow’s dress before she shook it off. While the mare was staring, he launched into a striptease of-sorts: he slowly unbuttoned and took off his polo shirt before tossing it aside; he unzipped his shorts and took them off with finesse; he then finally peeled off his boxers and set them down. The other two mares in the car were blown away by what was unfolding…

Rainbow then crawled up to him, turned around, and showed off her…

“Panties?”

“Yeah. Do you like it?”

“How’d you manage to get those things on? I didn’t think you were feminine enough to even consider putting on a pair…”

“I wore it just for tonight.”

“Alright!” With that, Julio moved his hands towards her plot and started stroking about it. “Sweet… it looks pretty damn sexy… You’ve really outdone yourself this time.”

“I have? Let’s see if I can take it a bit further…”

Rainbow spread her legs ever so slightly and rubbed her plot seductively up the boy’s naked body. She stopped at his head and whispered:

“Hey Jules, my kitty needs love too…”

With his tongue, he made a wet spot on the mare’s panties and blew on it. Shaking in rapturous, unabashed pleasure, she begged of Julio: “Take ‘em off, take ‘em off, take ‘em off!”

He promptly grasped the waistband and pulled it down past her tail and down her toned flank to reveal her soft, plush, tender, inviting, irresistible, life giving filly parts… leaking and dripping like crazy! He gave in to his desires, spread her nether lips, and kissed her sensitive clitoris, to which Rainbow Dash squealed in pleasure.

“Wow, it’s like you read my mind,” she said.

“It’s no big deal for me,” said Julio. “Now can you roll over for me?”

“Absolutely,” said the mare.

And there it was – Rainbow Dash’s own femininity, calling on Julio to stimulate.

“Well? Go on,” she breathily pleaded, wanting to keep this going.

Julio dived right in, running his tongue over the vaginal opening and smaller lips, then towards her clitoris.

“Wait, wait, wait, don’t suck on it, just lick it,” she told him after he got a bit too rough; he simply licked and used those dexterous fingers of his to please her…

“Ohh… yes… yes!” she groaned and called out as she came. She pulled Julio on top of him and kissed him everywhere.
They were both naked, in each other’s arms, the boy still wanting more. “Please baby… please, let’s keep going…” he went on.

“Jules,” using the new nickname Rainbow made up for him, “I’ve never wanted you so badly in my life…”

He was still very excited and was shaking; anticipating what was going to happen next.

Suddenly, Rainbow picked Julio up and put him up against the side of the van. She spread her legs, moved her tail aside, and said:

“Look at my pussy, how wet… and hot… and soft… and open… and irresistible it’s gotten. Look at that…” His hands went to his cock almost instantly.

“I want you to take me… I want you to fuck me and make me your mare. And on top of that, you’re my loving and obedient stallion and you’ll do whatever I ask of you.” Mind Blank.

“Come oooooon…”

Piss on it, I’m going in! He immediately got on his knees, spread his legs apart to assume a stance, and grabbed his dick. He shivered slightly.

“You look so tantalizing,” Julio moaned.

“Are you going to stick it in or not?” Rainbow Dash insisted. Julio nodded, as if to say ‘yes’.

“Well then, do it,” the mare insisted.

Julio didn’t waste any more time; he lined his cock up with her sopping wet pussy. He then spit on the cock for added lubrication. He slid the cock inside, parting her lips as her pussy eagerly took it in. Once he settled down, he started moving it in and out with some guidance:

“Take it slow this time… there you go… don’t rush it, I wanna feel everything.”

“That’s it, that’s perfect, keep going just like that.”

Then, all of a sudden, a sharp moan erupted from Rainbow’s muzzle, making him stop. He pulled out of her dripping snatch.

“You do know that’s a sweet spot, right?”

Damn!

“I’m sorry, I was just startled, so I apologize,” Julio quickly said. He was scared of somebody walking in on their lovemaking.
The two shared a light-hearted giggle.

“Let’s get back to it, shall we?”

“Yes,” he said, penetrating her again in the same stance as before.

The mare’s love juices were already glazing Julio’s cock, which was being buried to the hilt as it pushed against the back of her love canal. The boy’s orgasm was starting to build deep inside him. Rainbow was close too.

Julio then grabbed her plot with both his hands and started rocking it back and forth in time with their thrusting. By this time, she was already leaking enough girl juice to allow the cock to rut her without much effort. He started going faster, going by Rainbow’s direction.

“Rut me harder!” she called out, teetering on the edge. He was also grinding against her clit, just like on the rock.

The sensations became too much for Rainbow. With a cry of utter ecstasy, she came – HARD. Her pussy clamped down on Julio’s manhood much like a vice as it pulled him in ever deeper. Julio’s dam busted as well, spurt after spurt of cum coating her insides, prolonging her orgasm as a result. Fantastic…

As the passion of the moment died down, Julio pulled out, going slowly so his partner could feel every last inch slide out. Once the glans popped out, he massaged her trembling body to calm her down from the intense rutting. The two crawled into an embrace in the back of the van, not knowing that Spitfire and Lightning Dust had watched them the entire time.

As they settled down, a train could be heard in the gully below, chugging along and bell ringing, as it approached the nearby crossing. The sheer blasting of the horn was enough to startle Julio awake.

“Bloody hell,” he started murmuring, “we’re gonna be late for school!” He was crawling over all the seats.

“Tomorrow’s Saturday, silly!” Spitfire reminded him. “And the night is still quite young!”

“Oh, then alright,” Julio groggily replied.

She thought about making out with him right then and there.

“Boy, am I exhausted,” Julio continued as he stumbled back over to the cyan mare snoozing in the back of the van.

Someone remind me to return this van the next time I wake up, Julio silently thought. He wriggled his way back into Rainbow’s embrace, letting the combined sound of the train chugging alongside and their collective heartbeats lull them back to sleep. And they cuddled and snuggled all night…

Author's Note

FINALLY, THE CONCLUSION TO CHAPTER FOUR IS DONE!!!

The last chapter (Chapter Five) is coming soon, and I promise to not take four or five months to write it!

Take care,

~Sparkle Fire~