The Simplest Wish
‘Sometimes, the simplest things in life are the best things.’
Those words were one of the kernels of wisdom passed down to Carrot Top, given to her by her granddad, Broad Fields, when she asked him for advice one day: What should she do to have a happy life? Being told that, Carrot had led herself to believe that her Granddad Fields had meant for her to keep her life simple, and that she would certainly find happiness that way, in one form or another. So she’d kept to that ideal: maintain her humble plot of land for her carrot crops, run a market stand to vendor her well-grown goods, find friends to enjoy life with, and all would be well.
The orange maned mare paused in her trek home, a bundle of unsold vegetables on her back. The setting sun on that summer afternoon was bright, the reddish hue spreading across the skies above like a blanket of assurance of the day’s end. For Carrot, she was slightly relieved to see it end. It hadn’t been too profitable a day for her; carrots were a rather singular food item, and even with the large population in Ponyville, some chose to stick with the sweeter things rather than the healthy. She wondered for a moment if she knew of a way to make her carrots taste sweeter.
With a sigh, she adjusted the pack on her back and carried on for home. Her cottage was on the more rural part of town, next to her prized carrot patches. The curly-maned mare came to her fence and sat the bag down, turning to gaze out at the stretch of land that was Ponyville. Many landmarks could be seen from her vantage; the peculiar steeple of Carousel Boutique stood out in its corner of town. Towards the north lay vast fields of red and green apples, nested beneath the mountains. Carrot Top recalled witnessing the burly Big Mac hauling their cart of apples home. She huffed and slammed the fence door shut once she was past it. The Apples were often the highest sellers of produce, compared to her especially.
“Being simple ain’t as good as it used to be, Gramps.” Carrot spoke aloud, voicing the core of her woes to the winds. “When you’ve got everypony being a success all around you, and all you got to show is carrots, being simple sure feels lousy.” Her venting continued as she gazed upon her plot of land, the buds of green poking out of the loose earth her only audience.
“I don’t even have a stallion here at home to make me feel like I did anything good. But who’d be impressed with a plain mare with a plain job and a plain life, huh?” Her eyes cast downwards at her form; she was no model beauty like some mares in town were, but Carrot Top liked to believe that she still kept herself looking well. Her figure was at least fair in the mirror in her bedroom, on her good days. And she’d even had a compliment or two from Derpy and Colgate on her mane!
Digging herself out of the mental trench for the time being, Carrot lifted her bag of carrots and deposited it by her storage shed. She needn’t worry of thieves or animals coming for her crops; Fluttershy had aided her in planting various kinds of flora to signal predators away, and the fence was tall enough to keep most at bay. The grass that marked her walkway to her cottage was trimmed and orderly, and the few bushes of flowers under her windows added a touch of pink and blue to her otherwise commonplace home.
Inside, the farming mare chose the green lounge sofa to be her place of rest, flopping onto it and sighing. It’d been a harsh week of crop planting, harvesting, cleaning, and selling. This left Carrot Top sore and needing a break. Rolling onto her back and letting one arm drape over the side of her sofa, she looked up at the slowly rotating fan. The heat had also played a factor in her weariness; few ponies could work long in harsh sunlight, but Carrot prided herself on seeing her job done, no matter the conditions. It was how she’d made it this far in life, even if it felt like a dead end.
Carrot Top huffed; she was sick of thinking like this. Simple or not, a pony like her deserved to have some happiness in her life. She’d been stuck in the background for much of Ponyville’s comings and goings; granted, they were often cataclysmic events that she had absolutely no business being a part of. But still, it was time for a change!
“But where to start?” She said as she sat up and looked around her. When she caught her reflection in the mirror, she kept her gaze fixated on her pale green eyes. “When you want to make a new garden, you gotta have the right tools, the right seeds, and the will to fix it up. You got the will, Carrot. Now you just have to get the tools and seeds.”
And she knew just where to start.
***
Carrot Top was disgruntled as she walked down the street to her favorite restaurant the following afternoon. Her shoulders were slouched and her gait slow, matching the defeated expression across her muzzle. The only place she could think to try and find solace was in Fetlock Foodies, an eatery that catered to mainly earth pony crowds due to its dealership with many crop-providing patrons. Carrot herself had donated there for various salads and dishes, though of late, she’d saved her crops for her stand.
Taking a seat by the window, Carrot ordered a soda, the caffeinated drink always a bubbly aid for any roughened pony. The idea she’d spawned last night seemed sensible. She set out this morning to the spa to try and have her coat and mane fixed up and beautified. Whilst her coat had been well-done and admittedly in much better shape, her mane remained unchanged from the wavy orange locks. She had been pushed to stop by one of the hair salons instead, yet every one gave the same reply.
“Your mane simply isn’t long enough to re-style. You’d have to grow it out, or maybe consider extensions?”
“I don’t need any extensions on anything. Who do they take me for, Fluttershy?” she muttered under her breath. Granted, that rumor had been dispelled already, but still! That pegasus always looked so angelic like that! And then there was the stop by the Boutique to try and change her wardrobe…
“Darling, I simply cannot find the right combination for you! Orange does go splendidly with blue, but I have not the right silk! I used all of my stock for my shipment to Canterlot just yesterday!’
“I don’t care what the world thinks. Doesn’t it matter what I think?” she asked herself before sighing. The arrival of her drink was timely, and she took a large gulp from it, half of the glass gone in one swig. “Maybe I should just give up on it.”
“Give up on what?”
Carrot blinked and almost choked on her swig of soda before coughing. Getting ahold of herself, she looked up. “Script!” she managed to let out after finally getting her airway cleared. “Oh goodness, you spooked me!”
Written Script was a tall stallion, one who gave off the vibe of a bookworm with the way he looked with his thin-rim glasses on his nose. It was a look that went well with his job, being one of the newly hired scroll-keepers for Princess Twilight’s new castle library. The sheer volume of texts within that had been donated to her left much to organize, as well as maintenance and public usage. His purple mane was a mop of hair that she admitted looked cute on him; especially when it was ruffled up from the wind or when he was flustered.
“Sorry about that. But what were you talking about before?”
Carrot blinked and then sighed, motioning him to take a seat across from her. “I’ve just been so bothered lately. I feel like I’m just in the background to ponies here in Ponyville, and I’m sick of it. So I wanted to try and change that. But it was all a big flop.” She explained, holding her glass of soda and watching the bubbles fix and pop on the surface of the liquid, vanishing much like her hopes were. “I only got my coat done at the spa, but I’m still plain old me.”
“Well, I like you. And you’re not old; you’re a year younger than me!” He protested, smiling at her to try and ease her negative vibes. “Come on, Carrot. You’re you for a reason. Remember when you tried to ‘reinvent’ yourself as Golden Harvest?” he asked, making the mare roll her eyes and shake her head.
“That was a disaster. The registry office almost kicked me out when I told them I was switching back. Apparently the paperwork for a name change is extensive for them.” She replied, looking around the restaurant. When her eyes fell upon a table hosting a pegasus with a makeup laden mare clinging to his arm she froze for a moment, before looking away outside, going quiet.
“Carrot? What’s up?” Script questioned, turning to look over where she’d been looking before. “Hey, isn’t that – “
“Don’t. Just don’t.” Carrot muttered, anxiety and shame crawling up into her belly and through her torso. Script looked back to her before frowning in concern but abiding by her wishes, not speaking until the pegasus and his arm candy had left. Once they’d vanished out of sight, the wavy maned mare slouched in her seat with a weary sigh.
“So are you afraid of Stormbreaker now? I thought you fancied him.” Script asked.
“I tried…tried to woo him the other day.” Came the timid reply. Script blinked as he leaned towards her to hear her speak. “He was alone. That girl he’s with, her name’s Cherry Mint. She’s one of his cheerleaders back from the Equestria Games.” She explained. “She wasn’t with him at the time. And I thought maybe I could…I dunno…impress him.”
Script chose not to talk, simply nodding as the farmer peered up at him through the locks of her mane that sat over her forehead, partially obscuring her eyes. “Turns out he’s not much of a fan of Carrot Cake surprise. He didn’t even try it. He said ‘anything with carrots will mess with my physique’.” She stated before giving a sigh. “I closed up my shop early that day. I couldn’t stand to be out there and be brushed aside like that. I…it hurt, Script.”
Written Script filed this away for later, choosing instead to focus on bringing his friend out of her dampened spirits. “Hey, now. I remember helping somepony make that Carrot Cake surprise.” He said. Carrot Top peeked over at him, her watery eyes and frown tugging at his heart strings. “I thought it was great. I still have some of it saved for a snack when I have a rough day. It’s kept really well. You’re a genius when it comes to things like that.”
Carrot sniffed, pushing down the tears that had threatened to spill out. “Oh, you’re just saying that to be nice.” She denied. “I had to redo the batter three times before I even baked it.”
“Come on, Carrot. You know I’m a terrible liar. Remember when you caught me trying to sneak that extra batch of cider for myself from the Apple family?” he asked. An unexpected giggle came out from Carrot at the memory; he’d wound up spilling the renowned cider on the ground when she’d bellowed at him for managing to get more than one share while she had still been in line. With his tail between his legs, he got back behind her so he would pay for one more round, but only after her.
“Yeah…” the mare sighed out before smiling a small smile over at him. “Thanks, Script.”
With a shrug of his shoulders, he offered her a smile in kind before the pair relaxed in silence. Thinking to himself, Script pondered on being able to do anything else to try and give his friend a little cheer. She’d always been supportive of him like when he had to go to the Crystal Empire for extra work. She had seen him off at the train station, and had been there to see him home also when he returned. They also lived near enough to each other that oftentimes, he would stop by to chat in the mornings on his way to the castle, even offering a hand to move something if she needed it.
“Hey.” Carrot looked up from her now finished soda, the glass having been set aside. Script smiled at her warmly. “Look, it’s been a rough time for us both. Me with all this paperwork the Princess has had me file. You dealing with…well. All that.” He motioned a hand at where Stormbreaker had been sitting before. “There’s a festival tonight for the meteor shower Princess Luna has planned to show. Why don’t you come over for a nice dinner and we can watch it?”
Carrot Top blinked at the offer and brought her hands together in her lap under the table. “You sure you’d want a plain mare like me there?” she asked.
“I’m not asking because you’re plain or not. I’m asking if you’d just like to do something nice and relaxed for once, and get away from all this on your plate.” He replied.
“Well, when you put it like that…” Carrot trailed off, thinking it over. “Ok. I’ll do it. What time should I come over?”
“How about at eight? Maybe I can whip up something as good as you can, if I’m lucky.” Script joked, happy to see her accept the offer.
“Eight it is. And just don’t burn anything and I think we’ll say it’s fair.” Carrot giggled out before getting up. Fishing out a few bits, she dropped them onto the table for her drink before waving goodbye to Script, leaving the restaurant with a much lighter mindset than before. When she thought on it, it was a good idea overall for them both. Carrot could take her mind off things and enjoy the meteor shower, and Script could have company over and celebrate with somepony.
So time passed, and eight o’clock found one Carrot Top at Script’ doorstep. His house was normal looking enough from the outside, a small smokestack for his fireplace within. Looking herself over, the mare’s decision of a simple t-shirt top and jeans was suitable for the occasion. Her tail was neatly brushed, lying at ease behind her since there was little wind to blow it. The evening was still warm despite the lack of sun in the sky, a credit to the summer season’s climate. Flicking her mane back behind her ear, Carrot knocked on the door and waited. Only a moment passed before the door opened and Script stood there, clad in a pair of khaki shorts and a tropical t-shirt dotted with flowers across its blue scheme.
“I’m not sure if I should say ‘good evening’ or ‘Aloha’, Script.” Carrot giggled out, noticing his shirt. “Were you planning on surfing tonight too?”
“Oh, ha-ha.” Script retorted, grinning at her joke. “I have a cousin on the east coast who insisted I wear this shirt when it’s hot like this. Now, come on in. I’m sure you’re probably hungry.” He stepped aside and allowed her in, closing the door after her.
The inside of Written Script’s home was fairly furnished; he had several bookcases where a mixture of scrolls and books sat, some in languages she could barely decipher or recognize. Near the window, a potted plant stood; for a homely touch to the living room. Accompanying it were framed photos of whom Carrot recognized as Script’s relatives, one of whom did indeed have a tropical shirt on much like he currently wore.
“I see the family resemblance now.” Carrot commented. “Next you’ll be saying you keep a surfboard in the attic.”
“Keep that up and there’ll be no dessert for you!” He declared.
The pair of them exited through the backdoor to the backyard, a small but open space. The stallion had placed a small table near the back steps, seated for two with various plates of food decorating the table. “I did try to come up with some sort of plan for this. But I figured, just have what you like and enjoy yourself.” Script said as he held out the mare’s seat for her. She smiled at his manners and sat down before he took his seat similarly.
“So how have things been at the castle? I guess things have been busy since that whole thing just popped in out of nowhere.” The mare questioned.
“To be honest, it’s a little tiresome with how much the Princess makes us work. I mean granted, it’s a huge plus to say you work for royalty. But all the same, I have sympathy now for Spike.” He replied, pouring a glass of Crystal water that he’d had for a time. It was considered a semi-rare drink in Ponyville’s area, considering it was quite literally water from the Crystal Empire. “That poor little guy ran the whole library alongside her before Tirek happened.”
“Tell me about it. That whole thing was a crazy disaster.” Carrot remarked, sipping lightly at her drink before continuing. “I was so scared that when it was all over, I had a little trouble believing everything was okay again until the Elements came back and showed us.” She shivered lightly at the memory of that dark day. “There’s always something crazy going on, huh?”
“It definitely keeps you on your toes for sure.” Script agreed before digging into his plate of vegetables and carrots. The mare blinked before looking at her own dish and saw indeed that her carrots were mixed in with the vegetables. The indirect compliment was obvious, when she thought about it.
Letting the quiet continue, she further pondered on the stallion in her company as she ate. Sure, Script had dated a couple of mares in his time here in Ponyville. He was a friendly enough fellow, never causing trouble for anypony. Yet here, he was still single. He was a kind stallion, always stopping by to talk with her or hear her out. The restaurant meeting was a demonstration of that very aspect; whenever she thought she might be alone, he could always pop in and make it right.
Her thoughts were momentarily dispelled when he made a sound, making her blink as he pointed at the sky, muzzle full of celery. “Is stffng!” He exclaimed, and she turned to watch as several balls of light began to rain across the sky in a showery display of lunar majesty. All across the vast expanse of the night sky, stars rained across the horizon and out of sight, providing a splendid show. There would wink in a blue streak of color before being paired with a red flash, with other hues lighting the skies. It became a rapid collection of colors as more joined in, making for a brilliant display.
When the meteor shower finally finished, Carrot sighed. “That was beautiful. I had no idea that you could see it so well from here.” She said, turning to a smiling Script who was still looking up at the moon.
“Yeah, well. It certainly beats squeezing into a crammed full park. Not to mention great company to boot.” He replied, raising his glass in a gesture of acknowledgement to her. She felt her cheeks warm slightly. He was very appreciative of her, she noted. Not once could she recall him ever choosing to ignore her or not pay attention. “Those Princesses sure know how to put on a show.” His comment made her look to the sky in time to see a small dot fly across the sky, no doubt the Lunar Mistress herself giving a fly-about of gratitude for the ponies watching.
“Have you ever met them? The Princesses?” Carrot questioned.
“Well, I do work for one, you know.” He pointed out with a cheeky grin, making Carrot snort and slap his shoulder before he continued. “But, no, I haven’t met the others. And to be honest, I don’t think I’d really need to.”
“How do you figure that?” Carrot asked.
“Well, it might sound funny, but it has to do with keeping things easy for me. You know folks can be when they try to get involved in the big leagues; they like to make themselves out to be these undiscovered geniuses, or superior athletes, or so on. And they get lost amidst trying to make this big image for themselves.” He explained.
“Ok but what does that have to do with the Princesses?” Carrot Top’s curiosity was piqued by his words.
“Well, I don’t feel the need to get into all of that. I do the work I’m good at, and it’s appreciated by everypony around me, whether or not that includes Princesses. I’m not looking for attention; I just want to do a good job of doing what I’m doing. If I get a compliment on my work or a nod, then that’s all the more for me. But that doesn’t mean I need it to be happy.” He finished before drinking the rest of his water, letting out a soft sigh at the sweetened taste.
Carrot simply nodded, soaking in his words and letting them rest in her mind. “I like the way you think, Script.” She commented. “I sure wish folks were more like that.”
“Give them time, maybe they will.” He remarked before checking his watch. “Oh, shoot. It’s getting pretty late and I have to be up early tomorrow for work. I get to redo the entire section on Star Swirl the Bearded since Twilight found this huge stockpile of notes from him.” He explained, giving a theatrical roll of his eyes that made Carrot giggle. Picking everything up and helping him move it inside, she walked with the purple-maned stallion to the door. “You sure you don’t want me to walk you home?”
“Don’t worry, Script. I grow carrots for a living; it’s a fair bet I’ve got some of the best eyes in town.” She joked, making them both laugh before he nodded. Yet even as she stood there, something lingered in Carrot’s mind. It was an unexpected thought, but centered on him.
“Script?” She called to him, the stallion pausing in closing the door and instead opening it again to look to her. “I was wondering something.”
“Yeah?” The stallion asked, raising an eyebrow.
“I was…” she started before sighing and taking a breath. “Do you think I’m dating material?”
Written Script blinked at the question. “Well. In short, yes, easily.” He replied, stepping out to meet her on her level. The knot sitting in Carrot’s stomach loosened, but only slightly. “I figure a lot of guys would love to date you.”
“…and if I asked you if you wanted to date me, maybe?” She watched Script’s eyes widen in surprise. “I-I mean! I just…we get along really well and…you just…”
“Whoa, whoa.” The stallion’s grey-furred hands rose up to quell her nervous outburst. “Carrot, now I know you just got done being rejected pretty hard by that Stormbreaker guy. But we’ve always just been friends. Great friends.”
Carrot shook her head, her orange mane bobbing with her motions. “I-It’s not about that. I don’t…I just. We had fun tonight, right?” At his nod, she pressed on. “Well…it’s honestly been the most fun I’ve had in ages. And we’ve always gotten along really great, you and I. So I thought…well, I mean, would it be so bad if we tried it? You and me?”
Script kept quiet for a moment, pondering over her words. This had come completely out of left field for him. On the one hand, he could tell her that he wasn’t sure if it would work, which was a fair guess. He’d never picked her into a romantic light before. But on the other hand, looking down at those light green eyes that were staring up at him through her orange locks, he narrowed down to what his answer would really be.
Carrot took his quiet as a rejection, and slumped. “I’m sorry…I’m such an idiot. I didn’t mean to ruin the evening.” She said quietly, but was cut off from continuing when she felt his hand on her shoulder. Looking up, she saw him smiling down at her, and fought to hold his gaze as a teardrop threatened to leave the corner of her eye. Script saw it, and lifted a finger up delicately to brush it away.
“You know what? Let’s give it a try.” He said finally, and Carrot had to blink twice before comprehending. “It’s not like we’re under pressure or anything. We can give it a try, and see where it leads us.”
“You…you mean it? You’re not just pitying me, are you?” she pushed, wanting to be absolutely certain.
“No, Carrot. I really mean it. If you think you and I can make something work for ourselves, together? Then I can give it a try.” Script assured with a nod. “How’s about this weekend, we go out? You can pick the place, I’ll buy.”
Carrot nodded again, her heart picking up in pace as confusion became clarity. “S-sure! I’ll uh…I’ll…I’ll stop by and let you know beforehand! I…t-thank you, Script!” she exclaimed.
The stallion only smiled and nodded. “Go on and get home. You know where to find me if you need me.” He assured, and Carrot Top nodded before turning to head down the road, looking back to wave at the watching stallion. Heading on for home, her body raced with the pulse of excitement. Maybe…just maybe, this can work!
***
Carrot Top was an easily surprised mare. She kept to a fixed schedule, centered on her work with her carrots and just living a normal life. Pinkie Pie always had an easy pick with her in throwing a surprise party. Fortunately, Carrot never needed to worry ever again of her carrot field suddenly exploding into streamers and confetti with a pink pony to match bursting out of the ground. Carrot had seen to it that Pinkie didn’t try it again.
But in this case, the surprise was much less explosive and instead contained within one pony: namely, Written Script. When he’d suggested that she pick the date for them to take for their first date, she’d pondered on what to do. She racked her brain for memories of romantic comedies she’d watched, but shot them down for their clichés. It was a nervous Carrot who knocked on his door that Wednesday to give her suggestion: a walk through Ponyville Park, to spend time together and to just be casual.
“Sure! It sounds like a fine idea to me.” Had been his reply. Carrot was relieved and went home in higher spirits. The weekend was upon her before she knew it. She’d chosen what she considered to be an acceptable outfit for a first date like this: just a light sleeveless top and shorts, with sandals so her feet would not feel stuffy in the warm weather. Though she couldn’t do much with makeup without help from one of her friends, she’d pulled her mane back into a ponytail to reveal her face.
Script had waited for her near one of the park entrances, and he’d chosen to be casual like her; wearing his usual glasses, his outfit of a pair of khakis and a t-shirt helped to ease Carrot into worrying about her appearance. “You look great, Carrot. Are you ready to go?” He asked, holding out his arm to her. Blushing lightly yet smiling, the mare nodded and took him by the arm, the pair entering the park.
From there, the entire day went grandly, in Carrot’s eyes. They’d chosen to walk and talk together, but different than in the past. It was more personal than before, for them both. For Carrot, it was refreshing to find somepony genuinely interested to hear her thoughts and takes on the world around her. He was giving her the spotlight she’d wanted for some time, and she basked in it as much as she could. Even when she asked if she was talking too much or if she was boring him, he would always look her in the eye and say, “There’s nopony better I want to listen to,” and he’d smile a broad grin at her. The way her heart fluttered made her wonder why she’d taken so long to try this with him.
The date had ended quicker than Carrot had expected, but her heart lifted when Script had asked for another date. With every date that followed, she felt her happiness grow. He paid attention to her, kept his focus on her, learning about her and not turning her away or making the mare feel out of place. It showed over the course of much of their time together.
Like when he’d taken her to the ice rink…
“Whoa!” Carrot had exclaimed as she waved her hands, trying to keep her balance upright. She’d almost fallen over on her front, but a pair of hands had caught her by the arm, and helped her to right herself. When she’d looked up, it was Script standing there, a pair of earmuffs on his head due to the cold temperature of the rink. “I’m terrible with balance on these things.” She said, nodding at her ice skates. Script didn’t poke fun; instead, he guided her the entire time, staying by her side and letting her hold onto his arm with her own.
Or when she’d invited him over to watch a movie marathon when a rainy day had cancelled her yard work…
Carrot’s eyes wavered in their stare as sleepiness threatened to overtake her. The movie was finished; white lines of film credits creeping up along the television screen. But instead of falling onto a pillow, her head came to rest on a broad shoulder. When she realized her comfort wasn’t coming from a piece of furniture, her cheeks started to warm. “S-sorry.” She whispered.
“Don’t worry about it. I’ll keep you comfortable.” Written had said before his hand came up to her mane, his fingers delicately brushing through the strands of orange. Carrot smiled and nuzzled into his shoulder, her muzzle betraying her feelings with a happy smile as she cuddled him.
“…and just, he’s wonderful. I can’t believe that he’s like this.” Carrot finished, smiling at her recollections before taking another bite of her hayburger. Taking a day to visit with her fellow marefriends, Carrot had met with Derpy and Colgate at the aptly named Hay Burger. It’d been a little while since the trio had gotten together, but for the other two at the table, it felt like they were seeing a whole new Carrot Top before them.
“I can’t believe it’s been only six weeks! Look at you!” Colgate said between sips of her soda. “You make such a great pair.”
“Yeah, he sounds cool! You should let us meet him sometime!” Derpy exclaimed before biting into her fries.
“Alright…but only if you girls promise not to steal him away!” Carrot joked, giving both a half-hearted stern look before the three burst into laughter again.
“You know, I think I can tell you’re probably falling for him.” Colgate commented as she leaned back in her chair, glancing over her friend’s appearance. Carrot had indeed seemed to change from the mare she’d been a few weeks back. Whereas before she would sit in a semi-tired slump, laughing weakly at jokes or half-listening to stories, she was now more…alive. Her smile was earnest, especially when talking about her coltfriend. Even the earthen mare’s appearance was improved; it wasn’t that she’d suddenly busted out into a model’s body. She had developed a new confidence about herself, a certainty she lacked before. Though she certainly hadn’t paid any attention, some stallions were certainly starting to, especially when they came shopping for food.
“Eh? What?” Carrot asked, her cheeks darkening at the statement.
“Oh, just that from how you describe him, I’m surprised you haven’t tried to show him how well you can play ‘hide the carrot’.” Colgate teased, and then ducked when she received a scrunched up hayburger wrapper in her direction.
“That was one time! And we were all drunk! At New Year’s!” Carrot protested immediately, her face burning now. To try and disrupt Colgate’s teasing, she pointed an accusatory finger at Derpy. “At least I didn’t try to fly nude!”
“But all my clothes were in the wash! How else was I supposed to get the muffins I ordered?” Derpy defended herself before all three laughed again.
“Alright, girls. I need to grab what’s leftover at my stand from today. I’ve been selling like crazy since I found Granddad’s old notes.” The orange maned mare stated, getting up from her seat and collecting her scraps.
“Later, girls! I’ll see about bringing Script next time!” She called over her shoulder to them before heading out. The summer afternoon was milder than the last few had been; letting Carrot feel more comfortable in the summer dress she’d chosen to wear that day. It was one her friends had recommended trying, and on showing it to Script, had been delighted to hear him appraise her as ‘beautiful’. The memory made her cheeks warm as a smile crossed her face. Colgate had been right; even when apart, her thoughts often drifted to that kind, caring stallion who had come to be her strongest support of recent.
The mare was torn from her thoughts abruptly when she realized somepony was calling to her from her stand. The figure was tall, but was shadowed out due to the sun hanging in the distance. “I said hey, Carrot!” The male voice was familiar, but it wasn’t until the mare drew closer that she recognized who it was. The purple coat and blonde mane were a dead giveaway. And then there was the cocky smirk on his face.
“Stormbreaker…um,” Carrot paused, eyeing her closed sign before looking back to him. She remembered there and then that her market stall was on the end row that leads out towards the residences, leaving her somewhat isolated with him. The idea put a slight edge to her previous calm. “W-what are you doing here?”
“What, can’t a guy see one of the best carrot farmers around?” He replied, continuing to grin at her. “I know its closing time for you, but I had to try and visit for a bit.”
“Well, thank you. It’s…nice to see you too.” Carrot said, minding her manners. Seeing her carrots undisturbed, she was at least grateful he hadn’t bothered her product. “How have things been for you and that mare of yours, Cherry Mint?”
The grin that had been painted on Stormbreaker’s face faded slightly, but he recovered. “Ahh…we hit a bit of a rough spot. She’s upset because I didn’t pay her much attention, or something.” He replied quickly before speaking again. “Say, have you done something with your mane? It looks great on you like that.”
Bringing a hand to said mane, Carrot recalled simply brushing it after her usual morning wash. While she had been trying to grow it out a little, it seemed to prefer to grow in thickness rather than length. Not that she had complained; it certainly seemed to draw attention from Script the last time they’d cuddled up on his sofa.
“Well, no, not really.” She idly answered, slipping by Stormbreaker and missing his confused blink as she brushed off his compliment. Inside, she began packing up her few carrots left that had been leftover from her supply. When she reached for one that had been left on the counter, she was beaten to it by Stormbreaker, who lofted it in his hand as he looked to her.
“You know, these carrots really are the thing about town these days. I keep hearing folks saying they’re a hit.” The athlete commented.
“Yes, they do. Funny enough, I remember somepony saying that they didn’t like carrots because it ‘messed up his physique’.” Carrot Top remarked. There was a slightly bitter barb in her tone, which made Stormbreaker pause before chuckling and placing the carrot down on the counter.
“I didn’t mean like that. I just mean that…uh…I was on a diet! Yeah. And carrots were banned from my pallet because of it, you see.” He answered. Seeing Carrot busying herself with her work, he waited until she’d bagged everything before speaking again. “Look, Carrot Bop-“
“It’s Carrot Top.”
“Carrot Top.” Stormbreaker corrected himself before continuing. “I was wondering if you were busy Friday night?”
“I am. I’ve gotta get home now, Stormbreaker, though it was nice to see you. Maybe you should go visit Cherry Mint.” She moved to leave, but the pegasus stood in the way. “Storm, let me out.” She said, exasperated by his desperate behavior.
“Look, Carrot. I’m trying to do something that benefits us both here.” By now, the charming guise he’d adopted was long gone, replaced by the frustrated frown on Stormbreaker’s muzzle. “I’m a big guy here in this little country town. I have money, I have status, and I can provide for you.” He explained before grabbing her wrist. “You’re acting like this is a big deal, but all I want is to spend some time with you. Is that so bad?”
Carrot again tried to move past him, but he didn’t budge, only letting go of her wrist momentarily. His chest puffed out and he rested his hands on his hips. Looking up at him, she could see the stallion staring her down, trying to intimidate her to go his way.
“Stop trying to be all big and high and mighty here. You’re just a little farm girl who’s gotten a bit big for her panties, and who should be grateful a guy like me is willing to step out of his way to spend time with her.” Carrot Top didn’t speak, and tried to shove her way past him. Stormbreaker shifted, but caught her by the arm tight with his hand. “You little bitch – “
Stormbreaker likely had an entire avenue set up in his mind to try and push Carrot into being his arm candy. However, this line of thinking was uprooted by an important fact he’d forgotten: Carrot Top was an Earth pony and a farmer. The combination of the two tended to make for a durable, strong pony. Now granted, she didn’t lift weights or such. But Carrot always was a decent pusher when push came to shove. One doesn’t work with her hands like she does and not develop some muscle tone, especially in her legs.
So she kicked him in the groin. Hard.
Stormbreaker immediately let go of her arm and collapsed to the ground in a heap, doing his best to push down the urge to vomit in conjunction with the surging pain coursing through him. Carrot, now freed of his grip, stepped out from her stall and moved away from the fallen Pegasus. Looking back at him, she had a momentary pang of pity. She had kicked him rather hard, she admitted. Holding her wrist, she stuffed down the urge to apologize.
“Get over yourself, Stormbreaker. I’m taken. Maybe if you spent a little time with your head out of the clouds, you’ll see why being a prick doesn’t get you anywhere.” With that, Carrot Top walked away, her bag alongside her as she turned to go towards Written Script’ house instead of her own. Anxiousness began to overtake her when her adrenaline had faded. Did she just commit assault? What would Stormbreaker do when she saw him next? When she arrived at Script’s home, her hurried knocking drew him out immediately, and she almost knocked him over when she hugged him.
“Carrot? Hun, what’s wrong?” he brought her in immediately and closed the door behind her. She was shaking slightly, her bag dropped and cast aside, forgotten as she sought comfort in his embrace.
“S-Stormbreaker…he tried to…force me…” she muttered quickly, her shaking slowly fading as Written Script kept her close. “He didn’t hurt me. I didn’t let him. But…I was scared.”
The purple-maned stallion nodded and ran his hand through her mane, hoping to help soothe the frantic mare as she curled up to him. Moving her to the sofa, he sat down, and she immediately clung to him. “He can’t hurt you now. And he won’t ever. I promise.” Script said as Carrot looked up at him.
“I-I’m sorry to drop in, just…y-you were the first pony I thought of.” She admitted as she remained close to him, her bushy orange tail brushing his leg as she spoke. “I was worried he might…try to follow me home.”
“Don’t worry; he won’t get you. I won’t let him.” He said. “Are you ok? What did you do?” When Carrot snorted suddenly, he blinked. “Carrot?”
“I kicked him. In the balls.” She clipped out, making Script wince before chuckling, feeling her ease against him. “I don’t think he’ll be walking right for a while.”
“Not many men would. He should’ve known better than to think he could take on a great gal like you.” Script said. The pair remained close like that for a short while, Carrot finding a good deal of comfort and security in his embrace, his hand never having stopped brushing her mane. When she looked up at him finally, she found his eyes peering back.
“…thank you, Script.” She whispered finally, smiling at him. “I don’t know what I’d do without you.”
“You’d keep on being the beautiful carrot farmer who I’m lucky to have as my marefriend.” He replied, making her giggle lightly. “I’m serious; how it is that a little bookworm like me got to hook a gal like you?”
Bringing her hand up to hold his free own, Carrot smiled as her cheeks warmed, looking up at the taller stallion. “Because you were you. You didn’t need anything more than that.” She answered. “I…l-like all of you. I think…I’m even growing to…l-l…love…” she tried to say, but a shudder of nervousness wracked her body. Before she could retract it, his hand found her cheek, aiding her to look at him.
“It’s the same for me.” He said simply, his voice a whisper. “You’ve brought me so much happiness since we tried that first date. I had no idea what to expect, I admit. But that’s what helped me to move into it so easily.” He explained. “I used to think that my life’s goal was to just continue documenting books and scrolls and keep things as organized as I could. But…I’ve got a new goal now.” He added as he drew her closer.
“What’s that?” Carrot whispered back, her hand resting on his chest, fingers brushing the cloth shirt he wore as he spoke.
“Making you as happy as I can.” He finished before closing the gap between them, his lips meeting hers in a soft embrace that caused the carrot farmer to sigh through her nose as she returned it. They stayed like that, relishing the touch and comfort of the other expressed through their lips, parting only when Carrot had deemed it fair for her to move into his lap before resuming.
When they moved again, the pair found themselves both blushing a storm from how close they’d become. “Do you want to stay the night?” Script offered. He paused as he recalled the implication of the question. “I-I mean, to sleep. For security. You know what I mean.”
Carrot giggled at his behavior and kisses his nose before replying. “I think I’d like that. But only if I get to stay close to you. I like being warm when I sleep.” She said, demonstrating the fact as she curled up to him, her head under his chin and her orange mane brushing his skin as she rested her cheek against his collarbone, the cologne he wore making for an enjoyable scent. Script offered no objections, and the pair remained close together like that the rest of the night over dinner and a movie.
***
“Script? Could you get the wheelbarrow out of the shed? I’ve got a whole bunch here ready to go!”
Carrot Top was on her hands and knees in her field, eyeing her latest batch of gathered crops. The past month had allowed for a great deal of surplus for her, with the weather providing an ideal environment for her carrots. If anything, they looked even bigger than her last batch. Thinking back to her Grandad’s notes, she was glad she’d tried his suggestions for a fertilizer mixture. At first, digging into the soil and adding peat moss confused her, since all it seemed to her was she was burying a plant. Yet, lo and behold, her first batch of carrots right after were larger, and even had a stronger coloring to them.
“Found it!” Her coltfriend called back to her as he returned from the shed, moving the wheelbarrow before him. Having had some free time on his hands, Script had deemed it a fair decision to stop by his marefriend’s home to see if she’d like a helping hand or two with her workload. Seeing her working up a sweat in the fields answered it enough for him, and he was happy to help relieve her of some of her duties.
His eyes cast over to the bent over form of Carrot Top and drank in what they beheld. He would be lying if there wasn’t a secondary motivation to his actions; namely, the image of Carrot on all fours with her pert rump facing him, carrot-orange tail swaying lightly in the gentle afternoon breeze along with her motions as she shifted on her knees. Script realized Carrot was lovelier than she let on; beneath what she thought was only a laborer’s form, the purple-maned stallion could see a lovely mare within. She didn’t need magically enhanced curves or treatments, she was wonderful to behold.
“Script? Did you get stuck?” Carrot’s voice called to him, snapping him out of watching his marefriend’s rump shake before him. Rolling it up beside her, he knelt down and began picking up the few bunches she’d already pulled, laying them in the wheelbarrow gently to not bruise them.
“Sorry. You know how I get when I watch you work.” He commented, making Carrot blush and giggle at his words.
“You sweetie. At this rate, you’re gonna spoil me rotten!” She laughed, rising up to sit back on her heels.
“But how can you be rotten when you’re so sweet?” Script replied, earning a swat on his arm from the now red-cheeked mare. She followed up with a kiss to his cheek, making him grin at her.
“Alright, smooth talker. See if you can talk these carrots into selling tomorrow when I take them to market.” Carrot Top said as they went back to work together. Though neither spoke much, both had their minds on their partner next to them. Script’ eyes would cast over to her when she was busy plucking up a carrot to witness how tightly her work shirt, stained with dirt and sweat, clung to her figure. His eyes drunk down her image like a tall glass of water in the summer heat. Likewise, Carrot Top was treated to the smell and sight of her hardworking coltfriend. Being so used to the earth around her, Carrot had often found herself fantasizing about being swept away by a rugged, muscular stallion.
But with Script’ influence, she now saw him taking that stallion’s place, suddenly pulling her to him unexpectedly and kissing her firmly as his roughened hands would explore her belly and back…her legs spreading as she straddled his lap there in the field, tongues battling each other as one of his hands slipped into her tight jeans -
“Carrot?”
The mare snapped out of her steamy imagination to see Script watching her, an eyebrow raised. “Huh? Oh, sorry!” she laughed sheepishly, bringing a gloved hand to her burning cheek. “I-I must’ve been daydreaming. W-what did you say, Script?”
“I said, maybe we should get something to drink to cool off with.” He repeated, smiling at her. “Definitely for you; you’ve been hard at work since this morning.”
“Y-yeah! Sounds like a good idea.” Carrot agreed. “I’ll finish up here, and you can go get us some water. I have a fresh pitcher in the fridge inside.” She suggested.
“Alright, but just make sure you don’t overwork yourself.” Script advised before getting up, brushing his hands against his pants before going inside. Carrot turned to watch him go, her eyes drifting up to his rump before she realized what she was doing. Cheeks burning again, she decided to try to focus herself on completing her task, but found herself distracted again when she pulled out one stubborn carrot. After wrangling with it, she finally managed to free it from the ground. Yet it looked oddly formed…bringing it up closer, the first thing that popped into Carrot’s mind made her face flush red.
“D-definitely must be too hot.” She commented to herself. Yet she couldn’t stop the next thought: ‘I wonder if Script’ is as big…’
It was the last thought she had before a sudden spray of cold water hit her shoulders, making her jump and drop the carrot.
“H-hey!” she exclaimed as she got up, turning around to see a mischievous looking Written Script holding her spray hose up. “Script!” She exclaimed, feeling the water trickle down her back.
“What? Aren’t the direct solutions sometimes best?” he remarked innocently before turning the hose on again, firing a direct shot at her front. Carrot tried in vain to shield herself, dashing here and there about the yard to try and avoid Script’ mischief. Yet by the time she reached him, she was thoroughly soaked through. Finally able to wrench the hose from him, she tossed it aside before pushing him against the wall, speaking between breaths.
“And just…what…did that…get you?” she asked, remaining pressed against Script as water dripped down from her mane and cheeks to her body. Her tail, though soaked, still swayed behind her as Script smiled nervously.
“It…got you…cooled off?” Script laughed weakly.
The grin that she gave promised otherwise. But instead of commenting further, Script watched as Carrot grinned and brought her muzzle up to his level. Script’s eyes stared into Carrot’s green own before she kissed him hard, pushing him into the wall behind him. With words failing him, Script instead relied on action to speak for him. Bringing his hands up, he rested them on the small of her back as she deepened the kiss, a taste of strawberries greeting his tongue as it grew heated.
When the mare finally released him, they were both left panting from the kiss. Even with the cold spray that she’d gotten moments before, it did little to act against the heat burning in her from tasting Written’s lips. “You know, we really have been out here awhile.” She commented, remaining close. “Maybe we should go inside?”
Written gulped quietly; her smoldering gaze was making promises he’d only fantasized of before. “T-to the bedroom?”
“Hmm…I was thinking more of the shower, myself.” She replied, giving him a kiss on the lips again to motivate him before pulling away. “Put the carrots up for me, in the shade. You know where to go.” She called over her shoulder as she walked inside, putting an emphasis on the sway of her hips as her tail swished behind her. Written Script needed no more encouragement: plucking up what little was left; he wheeled the load into the shade and made his way inside. Deciding to see if he could catch the slip on her again, he made his way upstairs silently as he could, coming up to the washroom that had its door open.
Peeking inside, he paused as he was treated to the sight of Carrot Top sans top. He’d caught her halfway undressed, looking herself over for any potential hazards to her image. Before, she’d been dirt-stained with mud on her hands and arms, sweat dotting her cheeks slightly. But here, all the dirt was gone from her fur, her hands pristine. Her mane was even slightly damp, yet still retaining that wavy form he admired on her. Her figure was just as lovely to behold, making the stallion step inside.
Embracing the mare from behind, Script held her in place as she gave a small jump of surprise. His hands came to rest on her chest, just above her bosom, and she leaned back into him. “You’re gorgeous, you know that?” he whispered in her ear. The hot air caressing her skin made her shiver lightly, and she turned to face him before kissing him once more. This time, he responded more aggressively, but was denied any further lip teasing when she pulled back, grinning at him.
“You’re still dressed. Strip down, mister.” She said, trying to use an alluring tone that she hoped would work. Seeing him only smile and quickly shrug off his shirt and belt, Carrot’s own cheeks warmed as she eyed his physique. Her hands came up and her fingers slowly brushed his belly up to his chest, while the stallion kept himself focused on holding her gaze with his own. Simply nodding at the shower, she turned; dragging a finger along the door before sliding it open and flicking the hot water on to start. The burst of cold water made her jump, bumping back into Script, who caught her. They shared a laugh before she kissed his chin, and then stepped forward towards the open shower door. Knowing he was watching her, she quickly undid her shorts and shook them off, cheeks burning yet excitement brimming within her at the idea of showing off for him.
Carrot stepped inside, the spray of now warm water splashing across her furred chest and making her sigh in relief. A hot shower always did her good after doing work. Letting herself bask in it, she gave a small jump when she felt a body behind her, but relaxed as Written Script’s hands rubbed up and down her sides slowly. “Mind if I take care of washing you up?” He asked softly, making Carrot’s heart flutter as she closed her eyes. Blind confidence had got her this far; she didn’t need to worry anymore.
“S-sure…” she whispered back, and leaned against him, letting him nuzzle the top of her head before he went to work. One hand held a bottle of scented body wash, while the other the rag she’d been using before. Dabbing the rag with the wash, he set the bottle aside and began to gently brush along her body. As he did so, he brought his lips down to kiss her exposed neck, dotting it slowly while his free hand rubbed her belly slowly up and down, soothing her nerves as Carrot relaxed.
The way his hand was moving along her side and her belly likewise made the mare’s legs tremble slightly as a pool of warmth was beginning to build in her belly. He was attentive to every bit of her, the cloth barely hiding the groove of his hand guiding along her. When he switched hands, letting his left take the rag to do her opposing side, his soapy right began to inch up along her belly to just under her breasts. His pause was brief, however; Carrot knew what he was asking, and brought her own hand up before pushing his into her breast, her cheeks flaming.
“Go ahead…touch me.” She urged. His fingers sunk into her bosom firmly, exploring her curves lovingly and drawing out a soft gasp from the mare. His muzzle came to rest on her neck, dotting it with little flicks of his pink tongue as she relished his efforts. Her mane brushed against his cheek as she shook moreso once he abandoned the rag and brought his other hand to cup her chest entirely. The feeling of his smooth hands against her breasts under the hot shower spray made Carrot’s nethers twitch, a pang of desire shooting through her.
She was disrupted from her dizzied state as her tail brushed against something obstructing her body from touching Script’. Curious, she wiggled her rump, brushing it and her tail against it. When she heard a low moan utter in her ear, she quickly connected the dots, making her heart hammer in her chest. ‘Oh my gosh. He’s…’ she couldn’t complete the thought and had to make herself turn around to see it. When she pulled away, Script kept still as her eyes became fixated on his unsheathed tool.
Carrot’s jaw dropped. Completely black from tip to balls, his rigid cock stood proud before him. While decent in length, his thickness astounded her. Her hand came up from her side to his cock, but her fingers were unable to bridge the gap between each other due to his girth. “I-It’s…s-so thick…” she said before gulping. Her mouth was salivating at the behemoth that he’d been hiding.
“I think he’s taken a liking to you, brushing him with your tail and rump like that.” He murmured, only for Carrot to reply by slowly stroking him, drawing another groan from him. Nothing was said as the orange-maned mare came to rest on her knees, face on level with his member pointed at her face.
“Can I?” she asked. Hearing no objection from Script, the mare brought her head forward, her muzzle hovering before his twitching tip. She inhaled his scent as she pressed her nose to him, and couldn’t restrain the moan that left her lips. He smelled so musky, so hot…so male. Her maw opened and Carrot welcomed his tip into her muzzle, letting it rest on her tongue as she tasted him for the first time. It was…different, she decided. Not harsh or bitter, but intriguing. It made her want more as her tongue shifted, exploring the ridges of his tip before licking along his length.
Written Script let out a long sigh as he kept his cool as best he could; this scenario was one he’d only imagined on those lonely nights alone when the summer heat got to him. Yet here he was, back pressed against the shower wall as his marefriend explored his length with her mouth. “H-holy Celestia…” he whispered as she closed her lips around him and slurped, sucking gently.
Carrot, seeing her coltfriend enjoying her actions, moved on. She began to feed more of him into her maw, only to stop when her jaw could take no more. Only half of him could fit comfortably into her muzzle, and she knew better than to risk further. So instead, she closed her eyes, moaning around his shaft as her hands came up to stroke what remained of his length. His moans of approval, audible over the water from the shower, told her how much he enjoyed her actions. She continued to bob her head and felt his hands come up to run through her mane, fingers urging her on but otherwise keeping himself still.
That raw lustful idea that she was the one making him like this urged her on. One hand continued to stroke what remained of his thick mast, stroking in tandem with her bobbing head while her other hand came to his dangling ballsack. Hefting them in her palm, the farmer moaned at feeling their weight. The black orbs promised a healthy amount of seed for sure. Thinking of the tool she was sucking on inside her made her clench her thighs, resisting the urge to bring her hand down to finger her now pulsing twat. She knew she was winking, from how there was a pulse of need every few seconds, as well as the juices that continued to dribble out of her nethers. Squeezing his balls lightly, Carrot gave him one last slurp before coming off of his cock.
Scooting closer, she used her hand to lift up his member, letting her nuzzle her face into his balls. The action made her pussy give a pulse; the musk wasn’t as strong here, yet she could smell his sweat, the odor urging her nethers to let out a small spurt of juices. She closed her lips around one generous orb and suck on it, her hand pumping him quickly as Script moaned from her efforts. Carrot remained down there, lavishing his balls with a tongue bath that made him struggle to last. It showed physically as his tip began to flare, and his sack began to tighten inside her mouth. “C-Carrot! I-I’m not gonna last with you…doing that!” he panted out.
His voice drew her out of her lust-filled daze if only for a moment. Hearing him warn her of his climax made Carrot only want it all the more; giving his thoroughly licked balls a final kiss, she came back up and used both hands to stroke him quickly, hastened by the rapid twitching his rigid pole was giving. Aiming it at her face, Carrot was too far lost in her lust to bother worrying over anything else, and closed her eyes as Script moaned her name aloud for his climax.
The first strand of seed splashed across the mare’s lips, making her gasp at the feeling. Her tongue lashed out at the gob, slurping it up. More soon rained down on her in thicker, larger strands, painting her cheeks and face white as Script rode out his orgasm. Carrot gladly stroked him throughout it, milking him for what he had as her hands pumped his pole. When the geyser finally dwindled to drips, she released him, running her fingers along her cheeks as his seed trickled down with the water raining down from the shower faucet.
“S-so much…” she murmured to herself as she brought a cum-laden finger to her muzzle and licked it. The taste was a little bitter, yet warm. ‘Maybe the next time I do that, I can try to take him in…’ she thought to herself before realizing just what she was thinking. Carrot Top had little time to dwell on it, however; she suddenly found herself hoisted up and placed onto the nearby seat, the spare bottles of shampoo and mane wash being knocked aside by her tail as her lips were assaulted by Script’ own. If he cared that his spunk was still dripping down her face, he didn’t show it when he pulled back.
“That was wonderful. But what kind of coltfriend would I be if I didn’t return the favor?” he whispered before kissing her again, breaking off to slowly kiss his way down to her breasts. His tongue and lips attacked her breasts, licking and dotting her titflesh. Though Carrot had once pondered if Script liked her breasts, she got her answer in how his tongue ravished her nipple, teasing it and flicking it as he massaged its twin. She shivered and pressed his head into her breast for more.
Yet that was not his true goal; Carrot soon found this as he left her breasts and moved further south. When he came to her navel, he only kissed it but for a moment before his hands came to rest on her thighs. A sudden zap of apprehension shot through her mind, and she brought her hands down to hold his. Feeling this, he paused and looked up at her. “Y-you know I…w-well, I heard some guys only do this because their marefriends want them to…b-but if you didn’t want to, I-“
“Actually…” Script said, cutting her off. “I want to, for myself as much as you. I…y-you could say I like the idea of being up close to you like this.” He said, making Carrot relax slightly. Knowing he wanted to do this was partially relieving, yet equally exciting. “May I?
She nodded, and leaned back as he was allowed to spread her legs. The action itself made her face burn as he was given an unimpeded view of her marehood, the fur around it trimmed and kept neat save for a small tuft of fur right above her opening. Yet the stallion was not repelled; instead, he nuzzled the tuft and kissed it, the act making Carrot sigh as she felt his breath wash over her sensitive skin.
For Written, he was soaking up every detail of her he could commit to memory: her swollen lips, engorged from arousal and glistening from a mix of her fluids and the shower water. Her pink tunnel lay within, making Script lick his lips in anticipation. He leaned in, much like she had him, and sniffed, the sweet scent of her pussy greeting his nose and assuring him of his wants. Planting a kiss on her thigh, he slowly approached it with his lips, bringing a hand up to slowly massage along her marehood’s edge. The teasing made her whimper, a sliver of her juices dripping out from her marehood as she winked, her clit swelling slightly from her growing desire.
Seeing that, he brought his fingers up and slowly dragged them up and down her entrance, making Carrot hiss as he toyed with her. If his intent was to make her lose her cool, he was well on his way with those fingers playing her like a fiddle. That thought was de-railed as those same fingers suddenly plunged into her opening, making her gasp and arch her back. They reached only so far in, yet felt so delightfully good as they wiggled inside her, making her pant for air. Her marehood winked around his digits regularly, the mare lost to her arousal.
“S-Script, that…ooh~!” she groaned out. He slowly moved them back and forth within her, her legs shaking before his free hand kept her leg in place so he could stay close. With the way that Carrot was reacting, he could tell he was hitting the right spots. And yet, he wanted to do more for her. He withdrew his fingers despite her protests, only to use them to spread her marehood wide, letting him peek into her pink depths. Licking up and down gently, familiarizing himself with her taste, he gave in to his desire and dove right in.
Carrot let out a high-pitched whine as Script ate her out, pushing his head towards her marehood as it quivered around his devilishly long tongue. It was going wild inside her, touching and brushing and rubbing every part of her innermost depths as it could reach. Her legs clamped around his head and locked him between her thighs, trapping him and even pushing him in deeper as he circled around her honeypot with his tongue. He pushed the boundary even further when his fingers came back into play; a lengthy index finger poked its way past the tight seal between her marehood’s lips and his tongue, wiggling and thrusting like a piston.
She couldn’t take it; she was not prepared for such a devilish assault on her marehood. “Script, please don’t stop. Don’t stop, Script!” she called out to him, egging him on. The pool of fire in her belly grew as he continued to lick and rub her marehood. He brought his thumb up and pressed it to her swollen clit, the act making her gasp and a spurt of juices to squirt around his tongue. It was overwhelming, and only a few more seconds passed before it hit hard as he continued to toy with her clit.
“SCRIPT!” she called out, throwing her head back as her climax exploded into reality. What seemed to be a trickle of her juices before erupted into a gush of marecum, making Written close his eyes as it sprayed out onto him with every contraction of her pussy. His tongue swirled about inside her, feeling her walls ripple and squeeze around it as if to pull him in deeper. He obliged until she went slack, removing himself to see the panting mare look at him.
“Sweeter than any carrot I’ve had for sure.” He remarked, making her giggle before he kissed her again. She could taste herself on his lips, yet she didn’t feel put off. She instead attacked his tongue aggressively, enjoying the mixture of him with herself. The kiss was cut short when she moaned against his mouth, causing them to look down. His length, which had returned with a vengeance, was grinding against her marehood. Rocking back and forth lightly, Script continued to tease her with his member until she spoke.
“S-Script…l-let me up.” Carrot asked, still trembling from her climax before. Giving her a hand to help steady herself, the shaking mare moved to stand before motioning the stiff stallion to give her space. Once done, Carrot blushed a deep red before bending forward, propping her front against the shower wall. “I-I want you to take me like this…p-put it in me.” She asked, her tail lifted and moved to the side so that her swollen marehood was easy to see.
Script didn’t reply straight away, more taken with the sight of the swollen mound wedged between Carrot’s pert butt cheeks. The position made her rump stand out more, urging him to take hold of her body for his enjoyment. When he finally stood up behind her, Carrot was shivering in lustful anticipation. She could feel the water of the shower trail down her rump, and moaned as Written maneuvered his length to grind against her nethers again. He was teasing her, her arousal leaking onto his cock as she brushed back against him, her rear pressing back into his lap.
“G-go slow…” she urged, drawing a nod from Script. Taking hold of his member, the stallion withdrew to reposition himself, his tip pushed against her nethers. The sheer contact of his warm tip meeting her folds made Carrot gasp lightly, hands clenching and unclenching as she tried to brace herself against the shower wall. It took him several pushes for her to give way; Carrot chalked it up to a mix of Script being careful and his sheer size. But when he finally penetrated her, she tensed up.
Big. Very very big.
Written Script’ cock hadn’t even entered halfway, and he was already stuffing her full. His moans echoed against the walls while she held still. She didn’t cry out, but it was different than anything she’d experienced before. It took several deep breaths before any pain began to ebb away, and she slowly relaxed. It twitched inside her, making her head give a small start as she could feel every movement. He withdrew partially, only to thrust again, making her let out a small gasp.
“Oh, Script!” Carrot whimpered as she felt him buck his hips, urging more of himself inside. She gladly welcomed him into her nethers, mental fireworks lighting up and firing as he finally came to a stop in moving. Taking a few deep breaths to steady herself, she looked over her shoulder past her wet mane to look at him. “I-I can’t believe it’s in…I-I thought you might not fit!” she laughed lightly before moaning as he twitched inside her. “I’ve never – ah! - had anypony this big inside…”
“I-I’m only halfway…urg…in.” Script’ reply made Carrot’s eyes widen as she looked down. Able to see more of his thick cock still sticking out of her marehood made her clench and moan. He felt this good, and he was only halfway in?! But she could spare little thought on the matter as Written withdrew slowly until only the tip remained, then shoved in once more. The act made her legs shake as the pleasure began to grow again. She was getting used to him now, slowly but surely.
“Oh, buck! Oh buck!” the mare chanted as her partner continued to plow into her, keeping a slow pace as she wished, trying to get more of himself into her. Yet for now, it seemed in vain; she was too tight to take him in all the way for now, so this would have to do. For Carrot’s behalf, she was rocking her hips to try and feel as much of him as she could. After a few mismatched motions, the pair began moving in tandem with each other, Carrot pushing back when Script thrust in. His medial ring would brush her clit at the end of each thrust, making her gasp with every shock of ecstasy it’d send up her spine.
“Harder! Buck me harder!” She called out to him. Lost amidst her lust in that moment, Carrot needed to say little more to urge Script to act. Feeling his chest press against her back, she felt as well as heard his moan in her ear as his hands rested on her hips, bracing her as he began bucking rougher. Her marehood was being pummeled by his thickness, and she could feel herself being lost to it. The added sensation of her stiff nipples brushing against the cool glass of the shower wall, as well as the sound of Script’s huffs and groans in her ear was a sensual mix that was hitting every vein in her quivering body.
For Written Script, it was akin to an eternal uphill of ecstasy; Carrot’s cunny was milking his length for every inch it could grab, making him want to push more of himself into her. And yet, when he would try to get in further, it resisted, teasing him with an extra squeeze of what it then held as her hot juices continued to pour down his pole and onto his dangling balls. Her excitement definitely showed as her raised tail brushed his chest, neck, and face while she clawed at the shower wall. Leaning his muzzle down, he added in a lustful lick and nip of her neck, further embedding his desire in her mind as he rutted her roughly.
It was too much for Carrot; everything that Script was doing blew out all of the fantasy-fueled nights her fingers could scarcely compare to. With several rapid shouts, Carrot climaxed again, squeezing Script’s length within her wet, hot walls. Her juices squirted around his length with volume, splashing her thighs as well as his crotch and balls. She may have felt embarrassed if not for the mind-numbing orgasmic relief coursing through her, making her slump against the shower wall before Script slowed his motions, letting her ride out the climax until sense returned to her mind.
It took three tries before Carrot could form a coherent sentence, a thought that only struck when she comprehended the lack of something inside her. “Y-you…didn’t finish?” she asked, looking up to him.
“Not yet…I was…kinda getting there.” He admitted, smiling sheepishly at her as his cheeks warmed. True to his word, his member gave a throb within her overwhelmed nethers, making her quiver. She was immensely sensitive after two climaxes, needing time to recover. Slowly, she pushed on his hip, and he took that as a signal to withdraw. The empty feeling when he pulled out was strange to Carrot Top, and she looked over to him.
Rational Carrot would have considered taking a moment to try and think of a solution with planning and seeing what Script thought. But Rational Carrot had left the house with that last climax; now, Carrot Top only wanted one thing. “I want to ride him.” She declared lustfully, looking up at him with half-lidded eyes. “All of him.”
Script blushed, but felt his cock give a twitch in agreement. He could not deny the arousal of the idea of her taking all of him into her tight marehood. Script had to tear himself away from staring at the mare’s now gaping marehood, juices strung from side to side within the pink walls he could see. Thinking, he looked down further and saw her quivering legs, which brought him to a decision.
“I got an idea.” He said before moving Carrot so that her back would be pressed against the shower wall. The mare blinked in slight confusion before he kissed her, easing her worries as he stayed like that with her for a few moments before his twitching member brought him back to the matter at hand. Pulling back, he left the panting Carrot Top to stay back against the wall. “Trust me?”
“With all my heart.” Carrot replied immediately, her hands braced against the wall as the shower water continued to rain down on them both. When the stallion’s hands came to rest on her rump, she gave a small start as he hefted her up, aiding him by pushing on the wall to lift herself off the ground. Once raised, her legs wrapped around his middle, placing his thick cock flat against her wet cunt, making her shiver again. “O-oh goddess…I want it bad, Script. Just give me a minute.” She asked, and he nodded. Deciding to tease her, the lustful stallion continued to press and grind himself against her entrance, making her moan lowly.
“Alright. I’m ready.” Carrot said. It was all the urging he needed to act. Balancing her carefully, Script used a hand to align his cock at her entrance before pulling her down onto him carefully. His tip had an easier time entering from here, no doubt aided by how loosened her nethers were by now. Sighing in bliss, Carrot gladly welcomed back his member into her folds. It didn’t take long for him to reach as far as before, but when he paused, she blinked and looked to him, seeing him grin.
“W-why are…” she drifted into a moan as he shuffled his legs, making his length rub against her sensitive walls lightly. “…y-you smiling?”
“Because I wanted to be able to see your face like this.” He answered, making her smile before she felt him shift again, his hands bracing themselves by gripping her rear tightly. “Hold on.” His warning came just before he tugged down, pulling her onto his length. This time, her nethers’ resistance failed and his medial ring slipped inside of her. Carrot gasped and scrambled with her hands to hold onto his shoulders, thoughts shattered by how his cock was spearing her internally. The swollen tip had already pushed deep into her heated depths, and yet, there was still more to go. The pain was minimal now, only adding a slight edge to the pleasure.
“So full! I’m so…ugh! Keep it going! More!” she begged, lust burning for more of his maleness. Script was happy to oblige, and it took only another thrust up and a pull down to get her onto him to the hilt, his shaft entirely buried inside her marehood. Script’ cock had sent her adrift into an ocean of sexual bliss.
Carrot Top had all of three seconds to relish the sensation before feeling Written Script move again, pulling back his hips to thrust into her again. The second ramming was as proactive as the first: the stallion’s pole was scorching hot inside her, hitting every focal point of pleasure it could reach and then some. A chanced glance down let the mare see a small bulge pressed against her belly, and her nethers quivered as she moaned aloud, clinging to the stallion for dear life.
Written was enjoying it just as much as Carrot was, with the way her nethers were contracting around him, squeezing his member with utmost satisfaction that made him almost lose his grip. Fueled by desire and the success they’d reached, he began a slow rhythm of movement, raising and lowering her torso to simulate her riding him like she’d wanted, aided by how her body was braced against the back wall. Carrot offered what help she could, pressing on his shoulders to help in the motions.
Time became lost to the ravaged mare as she rode her stallion, bringing her head down to his and passionately kissing him as he returned her affections. The heat of the shower was being quickly outmatched by their lovemaking, sweat dripping down their backs and adding to the hot sensation the shower afforded them. Carrot’s breasts bounced rhythmically as she clung onto Script’ for balance and to keep him going.
“You’re…never…leaving…this…house…again!” she declared as she felt a climax stir inside her nethers once more. Panting deeply for air, words failed her as she gave in to screaming her pleasure aloud for him to hear. Her cunt became a tight vice that his pole speared rapidly as he pushed himself to the brink, desiring his finish as well. “Oh Goddess! Buck me, Script! Buck me!” she called to him.
Script could only grunt as he focused on trying to last as long as possible, his resistance falling before her tight marehood milking his pole with her climax. It came to an abrupt end as he hilted into her a final time and moaned aloud, thick gobs of his stallion spunk filling her tunnel and coating the pink walls white. It was the hottest sensation Carrot had ever felt in her life, and she wrapped her arms around the stallion’s shoulders as she rode out his climax, keeping him wedged inside her marehood even as he tapered off. She could feel the sheer volume he’d released in her as it dripped down her thighs and legs, rivers of white against her light fur.
The stallion, weary and exhausted, hefted the mare with him so that they could sit on the seat amidst the fallen bottles of mane wash. Carrot thought for a moment on whether or not she should try to get off of him, but with the way her legs refused to comply, she was more than happy to remain hilted on him, even as his member receded. “I love you.” She whispered into his neck as she nuzzled there, utterly exhausted like her partner.
“And I love you, Carrot Top.” He murmured back as he embraced her, the pair basking in the post-climax glow as the water cascaded onto them, leaving the lovers together and bound by their hearts. They needed no more than the other; everything else was just a simple thing.