Injured and alone in the middle of the desert, you are found by Cherry Jubilee. Clop ensues.
[ 2nd Person Clopfic starring YOU and CHERRY JUBILEE ] You are stranded in the middle of the desert with no hope of getting out, and prepare yourself for death. That is when Cherry Jubilee, the owner of Cherry Hill Farms finds you, takes you home, and nurses you back to health. While there, you discover a few things about the generous mare, and a few things about yourself.
This is solely a clopfic. The third chapter is NSFW. If you want some backstory with your clop, be sure to read the whole thing. But if you're just looking for clop, skip ahead. I don't care.
You are exhausted, dehydrated, and overwhelmingly hot. And you’ve been walking for miles.
The mountains, far off in the distance, have not gotten any closer to you over the past few hours. With every step you take towards them, they seem to take a step away from you.
So it goes in the endless expanse of this dry wasteland.
You walk along the railroad tracks, quietly begging to whatever deity that may or may not exist that a train will pass by.
But that won’t happen. It is too late in the day for a train to run on these rails. The sun will set soon.
You are tired.
You silently curse your luck. You would do so out loud but your throat is much too dry for that. Of course you would somehow end up in this situation.
Your lips are dry. Your mouth is dry. Your surroundings are dry.
This place sucks.
You should have stayed on the east coast, where you have been living for months. Moving westward was probably a poor decision.
There is water on the east coast. And no deserts. It’s everything you could want.
You look down and see the pieces of wood spaced evenly between the rails. Earlier, you started counting every piece of wood you passed, but lost count after a while.
Besides, your head hurts too much for that degree of concentration.
The sand, which is all around you and is nearly inescapable, is much too hot to walk on with bare feet.
Whatever happened to your shoes? You don’t even have your socks.
You did tie your shirt around one of your feet, though. But that was uncomfortable and too hot. It didn’t make a difference anyway. The sand still burned your feet badly even with the minimal protection.
The bottoms of your feet probably don’t even have skin on them anymore. You wince with every step because of the burning pain.
Walking on the wood between the rails is uncomfortable, but it’s your best option. You can either walk on the sand, the wood, or the metal rails.
The wood is definitely the most preferable option.
Walking appears to be getting more and more difficult the longer you do it. But what other choice do you have?
You could slide across the desert on your stomach like a penguin, but the burns you would receive would be terrible. And sliding is probably more difficult to do than walking.
Perhaps you should have walked in the other direction.
There are only two directions to go when walking upon the rails, as you are. Maybe you chose the wrong one?
There is a chance that if you started your walk by going in the opposite direction that you would have reached civilization by now.
Maybe not, though.
That direction could be equally as hopeless, and that thought is surprisingly comforting. Thinking that you don’t have a chance regardless of what you do almost relaxes you. At least, with that thought, you don’t feel stupid or guilty about going this way.
Your leg catches on the rail and you fall off the track and into the sand, face first. You groan loudly in despair before turning over on your back.
The sky is darkening and the sun is setting. It will get colder soon.
You make a half-assed attempt at standing. You place your elbows firmly into the sand and push.
But your arms prematurely give up and you flop back into the sand.
May as well just lay here. Lay here and die.
Or at least sleep. You might even wake up.
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You wake up. You would be surprised if you had the energy for it.
You look up at the sky.
Feeling the ground beneath you, you can still easily tell that you are in the desert. The sand feels cooler now, though.
It is nighttime. The sun has set and the sky is full of stars.
Your lips are still very dry. You lick them, wanting to moisten them, just a little, just to get a little more comfortable.
But your lips don’t get any wetter. Your mouth is as dry as the desert wasteland you have been wandering through.
When was the last time you drank anything? It couldn’t have been all that long ago. But, surely you have dehydrated yourself in this desert from sweating. You have been sweating a lot. It doesn’t typically get anywhere near this hot back where you are from.
Oh well.
You rest your weary head on the sand.
You fall asleep, for what you assume is the final time.
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You slowly open your eyes. You vision is blurry, but manageable, and you feel dizzy. It’s a good thing you are already lying down.
It’s strange how nauseous you feel, considering you only just woke up.
You pick your head up, and almost immediately feel like you’re going to vomit all over yourself.
You flop you head back down, but…
It doesn’t land on sand. It lands on something much softer.
Strange.
You don’t recall bringing a pillow along with you. The only things you had were whatever clothes you happened to be wearing at the time.
You also don’t recall bringing a blanket.
Very strange.
With your impressive observational skills, you determine that you are, in fact, no longer in the desert.
How wonderful.
You’re lying inside somewhere. There is a roof above your head. It is brown and simple; it’s made of wood and not painted.
Turning your head, you notice that the rest of the room is like that, as well. The walls are partially decorated, but primarily unpainted.
The blue door, to your left, has cherries painted on it, as does the wall adjacent to the door. Somepony here must think cherries are aesthetically pleasing.
Next to your bed is a simple nightstand with a purple lamp standing atop it. The blanket and pillows you are using are pink.
Clearly, this is somepony’s guest room.
This is quite the surprise. A very pleasant one, at that.
To whom this room belongs, you cannot say. You cannot even guess.
You don’t know anypony out west. Not a single pony. So where are you?
…
There is no telling. Not right now, anyway.
The sheets on the bed are very smooth. You take notice of the fact that you are not wearing a shirt, and can feel the smooth fabric on your skin.
In addition to not wearing a shirt, you are also not wearing any pants. You are, however, wearing a towel, that has been wrapped around your waist.
That means somepony has taken your clothes, for whatever reason. You doubt they will fit into them.
It feels nice, though; not wearing any clothing. Wearing something would make you too hot, and you have certainly had enough heat for one lifetime.
You do wonder where your clothes could have possibly run off to. But that is a problem for later.
The shades on your window are halfway up. It appears to be early morning. You must have just missed the sunrise. How sad.
What a wonderful time it is for a nap, you think.
You turn on your side, which is only a little uncomfortable, and close your eyes.
You don’t know where you are, or who has your clothes, but this is happiest you have been in quite some time.
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Your eyes open once again.
The sun is much higher in the sky, now, and sunlight is pouring into the open window, keeping you awake.
It’s a nice day, though. A wonderful day to be inside and not dying in the desert. It’s brighter than you would prefer, but that’s fine.
You’re thirsty. Not quite as much as you were before, but still enough to cause concern.
You need a drink.
Time to get up, you suppose. It would be best for you to find a bathroom and stick your head under the sink. You never want to be thirsty again.
Just as you begin turning in the bed, you spot a glass of water with ice cubes in it standing on the bedside table.
Praise Jesus!
There is no hesitation as you reach for it, grab on, and drink the entire thing down in a matter of seconds. The brainfreeze that follows feels surprisingly pleasant.
Your throat feels much better, too. It’s not fully healed, but it does much, much better.
As a whole, you feel fantastic! Much better than you did before, no doubt.
Somepony has taken good care of you.
A stranger.
Somepony you have never met before, and have probably never heard of, has taken care of you and given you a place to stay.
That is extremely generous.
You are sleeping in somepony’s guest room. You didn’t even ask to be here, but it is great that you are.
It is a lovely room. Somepony has clearly put effort into making this room clean and comfortable.
And that pony has allowed you to stay here, for some unknown reason. It is very kind of them to do that.
You have to thank whoever it was that put you here, even if they did steal your clothes. And, of course, you must find a way to repay that particular pony.
For all you know, you could be lying dead in the middle of the desert if it wasn’t for the owner of this house. You have to find them.
With a newfound determination, you turn on the bed and place your feet on the floor. You see that both of your feet have been individually bandaged.
Thankfully, those are the only parts of you that seem injured. You put a lot of pressure on them as you begin to stand before sitting back down again.
The pressure hurts a little.
Before you can decide what to do next, you spot a wooden cane leaning up against the bedside table.
Damn.
Whoever put you up here thought of everything.
You reach over and grab the cane. It’s a small thing, but it will do. You stand up slowly before looking out of the window.
Outside, you see a seemingly endless expanse of trees, stretching as far as you can see. These trees, though, have one interesting feature, which is that the all of their leaves are various shades of pink.
You can honestly say you have never seen something quite like it. It’s a wondrous sight.
All of the trees are absolutely covered in cherries.
You have never been on an orchard before, but now, seeing this, you wish you had. The sight is breathtaking.
No ponies are seen, though. You spy lots of cherries, but no ponies. Perhaps they are somewhere else in the home.
You must find them for there is much to be discussed.
You slowly shuffle out of the room while taking fairly frequent pauses, leaning on the wooden cane. It will take some time to get used to this.
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The house is empty. There is not a pony soul to be found anywhere, and the house is rather large.
It is very well decorated in here. A lot of ponies must live here, considering the size of this place.
But where are they?
Working, you think. The orchard does seem rather large. They could be anywhere.
You best get looking.
You open the screen door and hobble out onto the porch, and, unfortunately, find no one.
‘Oh well,’ you think to yourself. ‘They must be out in the fields. Best go out and find them. Much to discuss.’
Hobbling around the place is difficult, especially when you reach the grass. The ground is uneven but you are managing it, somehow.
It would help if you had shoes. Or any clothes at all; which you do not. You are barely getting around in nothing more than a bath towel.
Of course, ponies are naked all the time, and many of them have often questioned you as to why you wear clothes so often. Ponies don’t seem to care whether you’re naked or not, they just get curious.
You could walk around this orchard wearing absolutely nothing and nopony who saw you would probably care, but you elect to keep the towel on. It makes you feel better.
You are grateful that you have the towel. It makes you happy.
There is a dirt path running through the orchard. You assume walking on that would be much easier on you than wandering through the trees aimlessly.
Yep. Taking the path is definitely the best idea.
Your bandages are bound to get rather dirty, but it will be worth it.
Setting off on the dirt path, you begin your search for somepony. You don’t know who yet, but you’re bound to find them.
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After a few minutes of walking, you are beginning to feel sore. Maybe it wasn’t the best idea to get out of bed. You probably would have met whoever allowed you into their home later this evening.
But it’s the principle that matters. You have to thank somepony for this. You owe them your life, basically. The very least you could do is thank them.
Which you are trying to do now, but that task is proving more difficult than you originally anticipated, as not a single pony has been spotted. You haven’t seen a pony at all in days.
Maybe they all died and you are back in the world of humans.
It’s doubtful, but weirder things have happened.
You look to the left of the path and see trees. That’s just about it. You look to the right side and see- oh look!
More trees.
That’s all there is here. Trees and cherries.
You didn’t even know there were yellow cherries, but there are a great many of them growing in this orchard. Grand.
Hobbling down this road sucks.
Finally, after a great deal of searching, you spot a brown stallion with an even darker brown mane and a basket as a cutie mark. He is working, not too far away from you.
“Excuse me!” you call out, as you attempt to make your way over to him. Unfortunately for you, he is not on the path, so you are forced to leave the semi-even path to get to him. The area around the path is especially uneven and littered with sticks and fallen branches.
The brown stallion does not seem to have heard you. He is walking around, a little ways off the path you are on, picking up large fallen sticks and placing them into a large bucket.
“Excuse me!” you call again, finally getting his attention. He looks up at you curiously, stopping his work. You gradually meander your way on over to the stranger. “Hi,” you say, out of breath from the arduous walk.
“Afternoon,” he replies evenly, his face not showing any emotion. He looks you up and down, probably noticing that you are walking around in a towel.
“Are you the owner of this orchard?” you ask, wanting to find who is in charge around here. You just assume that whoever owns the orchard also own the house you woke up in.
The pony shakes his head. “Nope.”
There is moment of silence. ‘Is that all he is going to say?’
Apparently yes.
“Um, can you tell me where the owner of this orchard is?” you ask.
“Why do you need to know?”
“I…” You’re not entirely sure how to explain it. “He has done me a favor, and I wish to thank him.” Yeah. That’s the best way to put it without being dramatic.
“Well, she,” he emphasizes, “should be just down the way there.” He motions with a hoof down the path you were just walking on.
“Oh,” you say bashfully, previously unaware of the gender of this kind individual. “Thank you.”
You turn and continue on your way after successfully making it back to the path. That was the first contact you have had with another living being in a couple of days. What a delightful experience it was.
At least now you know that you are looking for a mare. You have no idea what she looks like, but how many mares work on farms, anyway?
If you had to guess, you would think little to none. So, you assume that the first mare you see is probably the owner of this land.
And it does not take long at all to find her.
After hobbling only a few short minutes, you spot a mare a little off the path, who appears to be inspecting the trees. You instantly get the idea that she is, indeed, the owner of this property.
Your first clue is that her cutie mark is two red cherries, and this is a cherry orchard. It may not be the best assumption, but you think you are good with this one.
If what you assumed earlier is anything to go on, then she owns this property because she is the only mare you can find.
This particular mare you see ahead of you has a light-cream colored coat. She has a curly red mane and tail with darker streaks of red running through it. She has big green eyes, crimson eyeshadow, and a pink bow tied around her neck. Finally, she is wearing a golden headband with cherries on it.
She does not seem to have noticed you, as she seems rather engrossed in her work.
“Excuse me, ma’am,” you say as you get closer to the mare. She looks over at you before her eyes go wide. “Hello. I’m-”
“Oh my goodness!” she exclaims, startling you for a moment before trotting over to you. “Now just what are you doing out of bed?”
“I, uh,” you stutter, simply standing where you are and watching her get closer to you. “I just wanted to-”
She quickly reaches you and pushes your midsection with her head, moving you in the direction in which you came.
“Come on, dear,” she says in a southern-sounding accent, leading the way back to the house. “Let’s get you back into bed. You shouldn’t be walking around out here in your condition.”
Not knowing what else to do, you hobble on back with this mare… whoever she is. You don’t even know who this is.
After a just a few moments of getting your footing, you try to talk to the mare with you. You begin simply by introducing yourself, though you do stutter through it.
“Oh! I’m sorry, dear, I’ve been having quite the week. I am Cherry Jubilee, owner of Cherry Hill Ranch.”
And there you have it. Finally, the owner of this place has been found.
“It’s a pleasure to meet you, Ms. Jubilee.” What wonderful names ponies have. “I assume you are the owner of the house down this path?”
“That I am!”
You cut in before she can say anymore. “Ms. Jubilee, I would really like you to know how thankful I am. It is incredibly generous for you to have allowed me to stay in your home.”
“Think nothing of it,” she says as the both of you slowly walk along the path, side by side. “You are welcome to stay as long as you like.”
“That is very kind of you to offer, ma’am,” you say, surprised. “But I promise I will not overstay my welcome. I’ll be on my way as soon as I am able.”
“If you insist. But please do not feel as though you are unwelcome here. Everypony in Dodge Junction is like one big family.”
“Oh. Is that where I am? Dodge Junction?”
She nods with a smile. “That you are, dear! Dodge Junction! We don’t get many visitors out here. It doesn’t seem to be a very popular tourist destination.”
The both of you chuckle at that. Of course a small town in the middle of the desert is not the ideal place to be, but it could be worse. A lot worse, given your case.
“So,” you begin, gesturing around at all of the luscious trees, “all of this is in Dodge Junction?” You look down at the smaller pony and she nods back up at you. “Wow. That is a little surprising.”
“Oh, I do get that a lot. Most ponies cannot believe such an orchard is thriving in the desert. You know, when I first started out here, most ponies laughed at me. Nopony thought I could succeed, so nopony followed me out here to Dodge Junction. But after many years of hard work, this is what I have.”
She gestures around herself at all of the trees. There are a great many.
“Of course,” she continues, “there is more to the story than that, but that can be saved for another time if you actually want to hear it.”
“I most certainly would, Ms. Jubilee,” you say with a smile.
She returns it. “Thank you, dear. But that will have to wait until the work out here is done.”
“What work is going on out here, exactly?” you ask.
“It is almost time to pick the cherries! My favorite time of the season. They are ripe and juicy, and given just a few more days of growing, they will be ready to pick and ship all over Equestria.”
“You ship all over Equestria?”
“That we do! Cherry Hill Ranch ships cherries to anyone willing to buy ‘em. We are the largest cherry supplier this side of Canterlot!”
“That’s great!”
“I am glad you think so,” she says as the both of you come up to the house. “This is home! Watch your step, hon, the ground is a little uneven up here.”
You mind where you step, as you have been, and re-enter Ms. Jubilee’s home.
“I am sorry you only have that towel to walk around in,” she says, guiding you along. “Your clothes were filthy, but I will finish washing them later.”
So that’s where your clothes went. You’ve only met this mare and you love her! Look at all she has done for you already, and you just only told her your name.
Remembering where to go, you walk towards the staircase leading the second story.
“Be careful on the stairs,” she cautions, staying next to you the entire time. Surprisingly, you feel her gently supporting you from behind as you attempt to climb the stairs.
Normally, such an act would not be surprising, but in this case, it is. Ms. Jubilee is helping you up by pushing on your rump with her head.
She doesn’t mean anything by it, sure enough, but a practical stranger touching your butt is just a little startling. Just a little. But, of course, this is the best way an earth pony could assist you.
You finally reach the top of the stairs and find your room. Ms. Jubilee, the kind mare that she is, walks you over to the bed and helps you in, despite you not really needing any outside help.
You thank her as you get settled in.
“I will get you a glass of water. Be right back.” She leaves the room for a moment to refill your cup.
You still have a lot of questions to ask. Like how did she find you? What was she doing in the middle of the desert?
You have not even begun to express your gratitude to the nice mare, but there will be time for that.
“Now,” she says, coming back in and placing your glass on the bedside table, “we have much to discuss, dear, but that will have to wait a little bit longer. You get your rest now, and I’ll be back to check up on you in a bit.”
“Thank you, Ms. Jubilee,” you respond, getting comfortable.
She pulls down your blinds and the room gets very dark. “Get some rest. We will talk later.” She smiles brightly at you before exiting the room.
There is something a little off about this place. Why are you here? Why is Cherry so nice? How can you grow trees in the desert?
The answers to those questions will be found later. At least now Ms. Jubilee knows that you are thankful for being alive.
“Come in,” you say, just waking up after hearing a few quiet knocks on your door. You had a nice nap, even though you don’t think it was entirely needed.
“Hello, dear,” Ms. Jubilee greets, walking in with a tray and a few folded up articles of clothing on her back. “Sleep well?”
On the dresser across from your bed, she puts down a new set of clean clothes.
“I did! Thank you, Ms. Jubilee, but you didn’t have to do all that. I’m sure they weren’t all that dirty.”
She giggles. “No, they weren’t dirty. They were filthy! All that sweat and sand.” She smiles and walks up to your bed before placing the tray on your lap.
“What’s all this?” you ask, a little confused.
“It’s lunch, dear. I have no doubt you’re hungry, so eat up!” She raises your blinds a bit so you can see around the room easier.
“Aww… that’s very sweet of you, ma’am, but-”
“No ‘buts’,” she interrupts with a pleasant smile. “It was no trouble at all.”
The tray holds a simple sandwich, some potato chips, and a can of cherry cola, unsurprisingly enough. It is a simple meal, but you are starving, and are incredibly grateful for it.
“Thank you. Thank you, Ms. Jubilee, you have been very good to me.”
“It’s no trouble at all, dear. Now eat and get some rest. I will check in on you later.” She flicks her tail once and turns to leave the room, and you watch her for a moment.
You are wide awake now, and could surely use some company. Perhaps…
“Ms. Jubilee?” you ask, getting her attention. She turns her head and looks back at you, still smiling a little. “Would you like to stay? I haven’t actually had a conversation with somepony in quite some time.”
Her smile gets even bigger as she nods and pulls up a chair next to the bed.
“How have you been feeling, dear?” she asks politely, sounding legitimately concerned. “Your feet looked terrible when I first saw them.”
“They’re doing alright, I think.” You wiggle your toes under the bandages. “They feel a whole lot better than they did, that’s for sure.”
“Now,” she begins, sounding as though she is going to change the subject. “I have been thinking about this since I first saw, but you don’t have to talk about it if you don’t want to.”
Okay.
“I was wondering where it is exactly you come from. Can you tell me about it?”
“Of course!” That’s not a difficult question at all.
For what feels like the next two hours, you tell Ms. Jubilee all about your old home in the realm of man.
Most ponies actually enjoy hearing about where it is you came from, and Ms. Jubilee appears to be no different. Even though you are doing the vast majority of the talking, and are worried she will get bored, she seems to be listening intently.
You tell her about your hometown and what you used to do there; your old hobbies. You describe what it looks like.
You tell her about your old friends. They’re all gone now, but you remember them. Then you tell her about your family. You miss them, of course, but you have gotten used to their absence.
“That must be terrible,” Ms. Jubilee says sympathetically. “No being able to see your family or friends.”
You shrug. “It’s not all that bad. I mean, I miss them and all, and having to move from place to place is rough sometimes, but it’s not all bad. It could definitely be worse.”
“I know the feeling,” she says solemnly, looking out the window.
You glance out the window, trying to find whatever it is she is looking at. But you can only see 800 cherry trees. Nothing special.
“Excuse me.”
Before you can respond, Cherry Jubilee is out of her chair and out your room.
That was odd. She left rather quickly. You thought the conversation you shared was splendid.
But you didn’t get to ask her any questions about her life. Now she knows all about you, and you know absolutely nothing about her.
At some point, you must have eaten your lunch because it is now gone.
You have a bunch of questions for her. Why are you here? And how did a mare like her end up in Dodge Junction?
It looks like you will just have to ask later.
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Dinner time rolled around a lot sooner than you thought possible, especially because you spent the afternoon doing absolutely nothing.
But here it is. Wonderful.
Dinner, like lunch, was brought to you by the owner of Cherry Hill Farms. You insisted that you can get everything yourself, but she wouldn’t listen. Oh well. You won’t object to having food brought to you.
This time, Cherry Jubilee ate with you.
“Thank you for everything, Ms. Jubilee,” you say, starting on your meal.
She giggles. “If I had a bit for every time you have thanked me, I could have retired years ago!”
You both laugh at that.
“I know, I know. I’m just grateful is all. I wanted to ask, Ms. Jubilee, now that I have the chance, how is it that you found me? I was unconscious in the middle of the desert.”
“I didn’t find you, hon. Not directly. You see, a late train was coming in from Ponyville to Dodge Junction, and you happened to be lying next to the tracks that train was running on.
“The conductor saw you lying there in the sand and stopped the train. They picked you up and brought you here.”
“Okay. But then how did I end up in your home?”
She smiles. “I was just finishing up at the market when that train arrived in the station. There were a lot of ponies standing over there, looking at something, so I figured I’d go see what the fuss was about.
“I got over there and saw you lying on the floor of the station, looking dreadful. You were even mumbling something to yourself. Nopony knew what to do, so they were just milling about, talking.
“I decided to take charge and I brought you back here. A doctor came over soon after, and fixed you up a little bit. And that’s that.”
Wow.
Your admiration for this mare just doesn’t stop.
“That’s incredible!” you say, glad that Ms. Jubilee is the one taking care of you and not one of those other ponies at the station.
She holds up a hoof. “No need to thank me,” she says, right before you are about to thank her again. “You being here is thanks enough.”
You look at her for a moment while you try to figure out what she meant by that. But before you can ask, she speaks.
“What were you doing out in the desert in the first place?”
“It’s a long story,” you sigh. “A really long story. I don’t want to get into it right now.”
“Of course, dear. May I ask where you were trying to go?”
“Seaddle. I’m still trying to get there.” You don’t mention that you don’t have all that much money. She has been plenty generous to you and you’re not going to take advantage of this mare like that.
“I’m trying to get away from the east coast,” you explain. “I’ve been all over the place; Manehattan, Fillydelphia, Baltimare… I haven’t found that place that feels like home, though. Figured I’d start looking somewhere else.”
It’s not like you have a job or anything already lined up there. You are winging it, so to speak, but again, best not tell Ms. Jubilee.
“I never meant to take a detour here,” you say. “I was trying to go right from Baltimare to Seaddle. There were just a few complications.”
After a moment, Cherry excuses herself. Again, it was rather unexpected and it leaves you wondering, but in a flash, she is gone.
Oh well.
She is a busy woman, surely enough. She runs this entire farm. She can’t afford to spend all day talking to you.
And that’s just fine.
You decide you may as well nap, as there is nothing else for you to do.
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You wake up, feeling more awake than you have in a long time. This bed is wonderful.
You look out your window at the hundreds of pink cherry trees that are glowing in the moonlight. You don’t know what time it is, but you are wide awake.
The sky is beautiful out here. There are thousands of stars that light up the town. You can’t see anything like this back east; there are too many city lights.
Who would have thought a cherry orchard would be flourishing out in the middle of the desert! Not you.
But you’re thankful that it is here. If Ms. Jubilee wasn’t here, you might not be.
Much to your surprise, as you look out across the sea of trees, you spot a pony. Cherry Jubilee to be exact.
What is she doing out there?
…
You don’t know. You can’t even guess. Is she inspecting the trees? Not likely. It’s too late. Does she need help with something.
You gasp.
Is she being robbed?
You don’t want Ms. Jubilee getting hurt. Where have those ranchhands gone? She needs help!
Doesn’t she have sons or brothers or someone to help? Where is her husband?
They should be the ones helping her if something is wrong.
The least you could do is help her. Nopony should take advantage of such a kind mare, and as long as you’re around, nopony will.
You rise to your feet. They feel a lot better. You may be able to take the bandages off, but you keep them on. You dash over to the dresser and hurriedly put on your clean clothes.
You don’t need the cane but you take it anyway. It can be used as a weapon if need be.
Now that you are ready, you run through the house, prepared to wake everypony up.
Only problem is, you can’t find anypony. Every room you enter is already empty. You enter one room and no one is inside. You repeat this process a few times.
Where is everypony?
They must already be out there!
You run out of the back door but Ms. Jubilee is nowhere to be found. You venture further into the orchard, looking and listening for any signs of distress.
But there are none to be heard.
Where did she go?
You hope nothing bad happened to her. That would be devastating.
You continue to walk carefully through the orchard, staying on the path. There are a lot of trees here. The orchard is even bigger than you originally thought.
It still baffles you how such a large orchard can be thriving successfully in the middle of the desert.
It also is strange seeing how successful Ms. Jubilee is, considering that she only appears to sell cherries and cherry related goods. You didn’t know cherries were in such high demand.
You walk and finally spot the mare you have been looking for. She is walking along the path ahead of you, observing the trees.
Alone.
Where is everypony else.
You call out to her, and she spins around, startled.
Catching up to her, you apologize.
“It’s alright, dear,” she says. “I just didn’t expect anyone else to be out here.”
“What are you doing, Ms. Jubilee?”
She pauses for a moment. “Just taking a walk, dear. You should go back to bed now, you really need your rest.”
“It’s almost 2 in the morning.”
Her ears flatten and she looks down at the ground, frowning.
“Is there something wrong, ma’am?”
“Please, call me Cherry.”
You smile. “Is there something wrong, Cherry?”
“Not at all,” she says your name. “Why would you think that?”
“Well… you are walking around out here at 2 in the morning by yourself. Are you okay? Where is everypony else?”
She quirks an eyebrow. “Everypony else?”
“Yeah. You know, all those ponies that live here?”
She gives a low, melancholy chuckle. “Nopony else lives with me, dear.”
What
“Nopony has for a long time.”
Oh…
“What about that stallion I saw working in the orchard today?” you ask, confused.
“He just works here. They all just work here.”
Oh… you didn’t know.
“Would you like me to walk you back, honey?” she asks. “You should really get some rest. I am sure you will have to be on your way and out of Dodge soon.”
That you do.
“Yes… I mean, no. I can walk myself back… Goodnight Ms. - uh… Cherry. Goodnight.”
“Goodnight.”
You head back, feeling strange.
==========
You lie in bed, thinking.
It is odd, isn’t it? This whole situation you’re in. How kind Ms. Jubilee is to you for no reason at all.
It’s odd, but that is not a bad thing.
What bothers you is how Ms. Jubilee is walking around in her fields at 2 in the morning, alone.
Maybe she has insomnia.
No. If she did, she could’ve just told you.
You don’t think she was just taking a simple stroll through the trees. Thinking back, you remember the way she looked, the way she sounded.
She looked troubled. Depressed.
It made you upset just looking at her when she’s like that.
You wish you knew what could be wrong, but she hasn’t told you anything about herself.
Not really.
You know that she owns and operates this orchard. And now you know that she apparently does that alone.
But that’s just about it.
She looked so sad even though she tried to hide it. But why?
…
Well no shit. She’s lonely! She’s very lonely.
Just look at her! She lives in this massive house, on this great piece of property, alone. She probably typically eats her meals alone. She walks through the orchard alone.
She does most of everything by herself.
And that has you upset.
A mare like Cherry Jubilee should not have to feel this way. She is the kindest filly you have possibly met ever.
This isn’t right.
It’s not right.
You don’t want her to feel that way.
Who knows how long she has been feeling like this.
No… No. You are going to correct this.
You wouldn’t be alive if it wasn’t for that mare, so the least you could do is make sure that she is not lonely anymore.
You hop out of bed, prepared to head back outside.
You run out of the house as quickly as your feet can carry you. The pain has not entirely vanished, but at this moment, it may as well not even be there.
You’re not sure as to why you are running. Surely finding Ms. Jubilee is not entirely urgent, as this is where she lives. It’s not like she’s going anywhere or anything.
But you feel a great sense of urgency in finding the pale mare. The sooner you find her the sooner you can talk.
It took you far too long to realize what was wrong with Ms. Jubilee. It is rather obvious when you step back and look at this place.
Dodge Junction is a small town with a small populace; most of the town actually seems to be owned by Ms. Jubilee as her orchard is incredibly large.
And she is on it all alone.
You know she’s sad. A mare like her should never be sad.
You search along the path, looking out for any signs of the generous farm mare.
The fact that she has been living out here alone for God knows how long greatly upsets you. There is no reason this pony should ever feel down or like she doesn’t have someone.
She was there for you, a complete stranger, when you needed her. And now you are here for her.
You rush back to the spot where you both were just speaking only a few minutes ago, but she is not here.
She couldn’t have gotten far, so you keep looking.
Finally, you spot the pale farmer, lit up by the moonlight. She is walking just a little off the path, ambling about between the pink trees.
“Cherry!” you exclaim upon finding the mare.
She jumps a little, probably not expecting her name to be shouted while in the quiet orchard alone. She turns to you, and you almost wish she hadn’t.
The whites of her eyes are now red, as though she has been crying.
“Cherry…”
She wipes at her eyes quickly with a hoof before giving you a weak smile.
“Hello, dear,” she sniffles, struggling to keep that weak smile on her face. “I thought you went back to the house?”
“I did,” you say, approaching her. “But I couldn’t sleep.” Not that you were trying. “Why are you sad, Ms. Jubilee?”
“Sad? Oh, don’t be ridiculous. Something just fell in my eye, I’m alright.”
“Cherry,” you urge, “please.” Her weak smile falls at last. “What is wrong? I’m here for you.”
She looks down at her hooves and glances at you a couple times, thinking of what to say.
She gives up and decides to just tell you the truth.
“I’ve been here, in Dodge Junction, for ten years,” she explains. “I have a big house and a large orchard… but nopony to share it with.
“I’ve…” she sniffles. “I’ve been so lonely here. My friends back in Neigh Orleans don’t even remember who I am; they never visit, they never write. The only ponies I have to talk to are my ranch hands, but they don’t count as my friends. They aren’t my friends…”
You slowly approach the disheartened mare, nearly feeling heartbroken at her tale.
“I don’t know what to do. I just wish there was somepony who wanted me. Somepony who would stay with me.
“But I’m not anything special,” she whispers sadly. “Just a lonely farm mare. There’s no shortage of them.”
“No,” you say forcefully, cutting her off. She looks back up at you, as if surprised by your words. “Don’t say that.
“You are a great mare, Ms. Jubilee,” you say, putting your hands on her shoulders. She meekly looks up at you with her big green eyes. “Without a doubt, you are the most generous woman I have ever met.”
Her cheeks turn red; a dark enough shade of red to be seen under the moonlight. She glances down at her hooves before looking back up at you.
You can feel your own cheeks heating up the more you talk about her.
“Ms. Jubilee, “ you begin, “I can honestly say that I’ve never met a pony like you before. You are caring, hard working, generous… I’m sorry, it’s just hard to find the words to describe you... You are an amazing mare, Ms. Jubilee. There’s really no other way to put it.”
“Oh, I,” she pauses for a moment and clears her throat, her cheeks flushing. “I’m really not all that.”
“But you are!” You lift her up on her hind legs so that you are face-to-face, making her face turn as red as her mane. “You are all that and more, and it’s awful that no one realizes that. You are beautiful, Cherry, in every sense of the word, you are beautiful.”
Her eyes seems to get a little smaller, her blush deepens, and her ears flatten. “Wh-What do you mean?”
“I…” your voice trails off as your face inches its’ way towards hers. You’re not really sure what is happening, but this is what your gut is feeling, so you go with it.
“Are… you…” her voice quietly trails off as your faces get nearer to each other.
“Shh…” you hush her, not entirely knowing what you are doing, but going in anyway. It feels right, and something that feels as right as this could not possibly be wrong.
She whispers your name before you bring your mouths together, your lips interlocking instantly and passionately. Cherry returns the kiss just as lustfully as you give it.
Your hands move behind her back as she stands in front of you. You feel up and down her spine, feeling her soft fur.
The kiss deepens, and things really heat up when you feel the mares tongue on your lips. Wanting a taste, you open your mouth and allow her inside.
Her tongue pushes on yours as they first meet, but you are quick to push back. Her breath is sweet and she tastes like cherries.
You slide both of your hands down her body, from her shoulders, along her curves, and finally resting on her flanks. You feel her soft rump, delicately kneading the area as your mouths stay locked together in a passionate fight.
Placing both of your hands under her butt, you lift her up off the ground.
She gasps as she leaves the earth, momentarily disconnecting from the long kiss. You push her up against a tree before reconnecting your lips with the beautiful cream coated mare.
She wraps her hind legs around your waist securely, keeping you tightly pressed against her at the hips. Her forelegs, which were already around your neck, also get tighter, and the kiss deepens.
You take the battle to her by pushing yours and Cherry’s tongue back into her mouth. The wet appendages fight over nothing in a battle without a victor. But it feels great.
You lean into her a bit, pushing her even more against the tree, but still making sure that she is comfortable.
One of your hands moves out from underneath your mare and behind her head, pulling her even deeper into the kiss. She responds in the exact way you were hoping; with a small gasp and more tongue.
Your lips part as you move to kiss down her cheek and towards her neck. Ms. Jubilee obliges you by lifting up her head, exposing her neck for you.
Your teeth nip at her fur before you pull on her soft flesh with your teeth.
“Mmm… right there…” she coos, and now you know you have found a particularly delicate area to play around with. Your tongue circles that spot on her neck before your lips softly brush over it.
As you feel along her neck with your lips, you move your out from behind her head and begin to undress your mare.
Of course, ponies typically do not wear clothes, but some do wear accessories.
You run your hand through her silky red mane, removing her cherry headband and unceremoniously tossing it off to the side.
You pull your head back and begin kissing her on the mouth once more before you fumble with her pink bow. Unable to multitask (kissing and undressing your mare), you cease the mouthplay and fully concentrate on taking off Cherry’s pink bow.
With one simple pull of the cloth, the bow is untied and it falls onto the ground.
Before you can resume your ministrations, Cherry begins to fumble clumsily with the bottom of your shirt. She doesn’t seem to be able to get a proper grip to remove the thing.
Perhaps some assistance is in order.
You lower her down to the soft grass before pushing her onto her back. She gives a little squeak in surprise, but you can tell that this is exactly what she wants.
You eagerly remove your shirt yourself without a problem, more than ready to get started. There is no urgency at this particular moment to remove your pants, given your current plans for the mare laying next to you.
So, you lie down in the soft grass, your head near her tail. You give her rump a nice long kiss.
“I-I-” she stutters breathlessly before you place your head in between her hind legs and lick your lips. You silence her with a slow lick along her inner thigh.
She gasps at your touch; your warm tongue moving across one of the more sensitive areas of her body.
“Mmm,” she hums in pleasure. You kiss your way back down her thigh, inching closer to her aching, heated marehood before taking a deep breath. The smell of her arousal is intoxicating.
Unable to contain yourself any longer, you give into your lust, and dive in.
Your tongue glides along her slit, her own juices already making her incredibly moist. Your tongue is wet with more than just saliva almost instantly.
The mare beneath you gasps out your name, as though surprised, before she attempts to stifle a low moan; an attempt that fails.
Glancing hopefully up at the pale mare, you observe her angelic face, silently praying that all of your fooling around is pleasing Ms. Jubilee.
Cherry’s eyes are shut tightly, her face is redder than her mane, and she wiggles her rump before you.
All of which seem to be signs that you’re already succeeding, and you have only just begun.
You place your hands on her rump, holding her in place before moving back in.
You lap at her wettening marehood, tasting her juices and savoring the flavor. And she tastes magnificent. She tastes like cherries, unsurprisingly enough.
Your tongue traces up and down her slit, relishing in the taste.
The hands you placed on her knead and massage her delicate cherry rump. She lets a soft sigh escape her lips at your touch.
But even though she is enjoying this, she is craving for more.
She wiggles her hips, trying to force you in deeper inside of her. Being the generous soul that you are, you tightly grip her flanks with both hands and press your tongue forward.
You meet heavy resistance, but manage to gradually push a little further inside her. She rewards your efforts with a few soft moans.
A hoof is felt on the back of your head as Ms. Jubilee attempts to force you even deeper. But at this rate, you’re not going to get anywhere.
After a few more moments of tending to Cherry’s marehood, you are already craving for more. As such, you move one hand from her soft, curvy butt and position two fingers around her tight slit. With one simple motion, your fingers part her slit, revealing her pink inside.
You stop and appreciate the grand sight before you.
And then you figure that’s enough appreciating for now.
Not waiting a second longer, your hungry tongue sets to work, licking and kissing everything that Cherry has laid before you.
Your tongue passes her open lips and slowly forces its’ way through her tight inner walls. Almost instantly, a loud moan is heard from above, encouraging you to go deeper.
Your tongue, lips, and chin are coated in the sweet mare’s sticky fluids.
She shakes her plump posterior again, causing your tongue to move around inside of her; a feeling that she clearly enjoys, given her lustful begging and panting.
Now that she is right where you want her, you suddenly withdraw, leaving her feeling empty and wanting release.
“N-No!” she shouts desperately, sitting up slightly. “Please!”
Not expecting a reaction that quickly, you move back down, but decide to try something different.
Her swollen button can now easily be seen at the top of her opening, and you decide to attend to that.
You take her clit into your mouth and suck, gently at first, but gradually get more and more forceful.
No sooner do you resume tending to her than you feel her hind legs squeezing tightly on either side of your head in order to, not only hold you in place, but force you further into her pink inside.
Fluids continue to pour out of her the longer you caress her swollen button. You flick at it with your tongue and brush your teeth over it.
“More! More! More!”
Escape her grasp, you give into her erotic begging by pulling back slightly, as you have come up with another idea. Her hind legs tuck back into her barrel.
You remove your wet fingers from her around her slit and caress her delicate inner thigh. Softly massaging the sensitive area throws the farm mare into even greater waves of pleasure.
You rub your thumb in small circles around the exposed, delicate flesh.
Wanting to please your mare even more, you move the hand over just a little bit more and slowly slide a finger inside her. Her juices provide an excellent lubricant, and your finger slips in with hardly any resistance.
You feel her damp inner walls tightly close around your finger. She gives a sharp gasp at the sudden, spontaneous sensation. A warning could have been given, but what fun is that?
She moans as your finger shifts around inside of her, which makes a quiet ‘squelching’ sound which gets slightly louder the faster you move.
Seeing how much your mare is enjoying this new sensation, you slide another finger inside her. There is greater resistance, as she is already very tight, but it manages to go in.
Considering you are the only creature in this world that you are aware of that can use fingers in such a pleasing way, you plan on putting them to work.
Fluid leaks onto your fingers and drips down to the rest of your hand.
As your fingers pump in and out of the moaning farm mare, your mouth grows restless and looks for an unsuspecting target.
It settles upon one of her hind legs, and you nip at her soft fur, slowly moving down her leg.
Her constant squirming and moaning drives you mad, and you can feel your own manhood aching.
“Oh, I’m about to…” She hits the ground once with a foreleg, throwing her head back into the grass. “I’m about to…!”
Hearing and feeling that Cherry has almost reached her climax, you double your efforts, pumping your fingers in and out as fast as you can move.
Your lips move back to her swollen button.
But you barely get the chance to touch them before Ms. Jubilee orgasms, sending hot, sticky liquid all over your hand, mouth, and chin.
Her walls tighten hard around your fingers and you stop moving to allow your mare to ride through it.
You lap up her juices eagerly, enjoying the taste and what you have done to the simple farmer.
You audibly remove your fingers which are now adequately coated in Cherry Jubilee. The two fingers previously inside the earth pony mare are practically stuck together due to their coating. You lick them clean within a moment.
You look up at the lovely mare, who appears to be in her own euphoric world. Her head is thrown back in the grass, her eyes are closed peacefully, her ears are folded, there are beads of sweat easily seen upon her forehead, and her mouth hangs open, with a small trail of drooling coming out.
All of her limbs are splayed out haphazardly around her body, like she doesn’t have a care in the world.
You smile at the blissful farm mare, who probably hasn’t felt this way in quite some time.
After a few moments of observing, you decide you have seen enough and want to take action once more.
While she continues to spasm as her orgasm very slowly dies down, you take one her nipples into your mouth and gently suck, flicking your tongue over the sensitive area. Cherry gives out a low moan as you lightly pull on her flesh with your teeth.
You begin kissing your way up her shaking body; giving her slit one more wet kiss before kissing and licking your way up her stomach and chest. You bite and nibble at her fur and sensitive spots, giving your partner even greater pleasure while sliding up her body, moving in between her legs.
Looking down, you can see the marks in her fur you have made with your mouth.
Her fur is smooth and soft and her chest is rising and falling rapidly as she comes down from her post-orgasmic high. You kiss your way up her neck, though she seems to not even realize.
Finally reaching her elegant face, you kiss her cheek and then her lips, allowing a mix of saliva and her own fluids to intermix. Her lips remain parted due to her heavy breathing. You spend only a moment there before continuing on.
You move up, past her closed eyes and towards her sensitive ears, that happen to be folded back. Nevertheless, you take the appendage into your mouth and nibble on it, always being sure that you are gentle.
“Mmm…” she finally coos at your touch, showing signs that she knows you are here. Her ears flicker and escape your grasp, but you manage to catch it soon after.
“I like that,” she whispers, giggling at the touch. Hearing that she is ready to go on, you kiss back down her cheek and towards her lips.
Cherry sticks out her tongue and seductively laps at your chin, cleaning it from her own arousal. You simply sit there, allowing her to clean you while your manhood desperately cries out to escape the prison that is your pants.
There is nothing more you want in this world than to finally enter the panting wet mare that lies beneath you. Her legs are open and she is silently begging for you to take her in any and every which way you desire.
Before you can, however, the mare under you puts her forehooves on your chest, effectively stopping you in your tracks.
“What’s wrong?” you ask, worried, hoping that you are not doing anything wrong. “Are you alright?”
“Oh, yes!” she pants. “I haven’t felt this alive in a long time.”
Good. You were worried for a second. “Then are you ready?” you ask, hopeful.
“Not yet.” She shakes her head as she attempts to rise. You roll off her and courteously help her to her hooves.
You remain in a sitting position as she begins to walk around you. She smiles seductively at you, her eyes half-lidded, as she slowly circles you, her fur just barely rubbing against you. The sensation is a little ticklish. You simply watch the beautiful farmer as she moves all around you.
She brushes her tail under your chin, increasing your arousal. She kisses your neck once before finally stopping in front of you.
Before you can react, she literally dives at you, and this time, it is you that winds up on your back, supine and vulnerable.
Her lips interlock with yours once again, and before you can get used to that sensation, her tongue enters your mouth. Your eyes go wide for just a second, as you are momentarily surprised at Ms. Jubilee. The kind southern mare that you have gotten to know very well over the last few days is on top of you, dripping, and craving for you.
Her saliva mixes with her own juices, but she does not seem to mind at all. Her tongue boldly and gracefully swirls around your mouth.
Before you get the chance to return the favor, she parts her lips from yours and pushes you onto your back. You pick your head up off the grass for a moment out of curiosity.
Cherry Jubilee stands dominantly overtop of you, like you are a prize that she has just claimed. She kisses your chest and slowly goes down from there. You simply watch with great anticipation as the older mare works her way down.
Soon enough, she reaches your jeans, and easily undoes the button with her mouth. She takes the zipper in between her teeth and slowly lowers it down, looking into your eyes the entire time.
She tugs at the side of your pants, seemingly excited to finally get them off; and you’re pretty damn excited too. She drags the clothing partially down your thigh.
And at the exact moment your member is free, it pops right up, sticking high into the air. Cherry stops tugging and looks at it before licking her lips.
“Excited, are we?” she teases before gripping the clothing again between her teeth and pulling down. You assist her with the last bit and kick your pants and underwear clear off.
She walks over you, not taking her eyes off your erection until she stands above you. She kisses your lips a few times quickly, clearly eager to make her way further down.
She licks down your chin, sucks at your neck, and kisses down your chest and stomach, being sure not to linger anywhere too long.
Finally reaching your throbbing erection, she glides a soft hoof over it. And that mere touch alone almost sends you over the edge; you have been waiting far too long for this.
She giggles, probably seeing your reaction, and your face heats up.
“Now,” she coos, moving her face next to your manhood, “you relax, and let me do all the work.” You can feel her warm breath run across your member, and it almost makes you pass out.
Well… if she insists!
You rest your head back into the grass and get comfortable, preparing yourself for what it about to come.
All of a sudden, you feel Cherry’s tongue slowly trace up your erection.
Her tongue finally reaches the top, and she flicks her tongue across the tip. You gasp at the pleasurable contact, eliciting a quiet giggle from Cherry.
Sweat, which has been forming since you began, can be felt all over your body, from head to toe.
Cherry’s warm, wet tongue moves down your length, and you bite your lip in order to keep calm.
Her skilled tongue works its’ way up and down your shaft as precum begins to leak out, which she is quick to lap up.
Her mouth closes around the tip, and you can feel her tongue flicking across it. If you didn’t have any control, you know you would have lost it right there.
Cherry makes her way down, taking in the entire appendage before coming back up. You glance down and see her head slowly bobbing up and down before your head flops back into the grass. Waves of pleasure wash over you as you feel Cherry’s diligent tongue go to work.
She suddenly sucks in, causing you to feel an unexpected tightness. She releases for just a second before sucking in again.
If this keeps up, you won’t last much longer.
Cherry’s warm mouth disconnects from your manhood, leaving you feeling cold and unfulfilled. Before you can protest, the farm mare begins crawling up towards your face.
She kisses your chest, then your chin, and finally, your lips. But she pulls back.
Ms. Jubilee positions her lower half directly above your wet, aching erection, and glances back up at you.
“Are you sure about this?” you ask, still wanting to make sure this is want Cherry wants.
She nods fervently, her beautiful green eyes staying connected with yours. “I have never been more sure about anything.”
With that being said, she lowers her heated marehood down until the tip of your shaft begins to part her lips.
“A-ah,” she gasps nervously, not wanting to rush it. The tip slides in easily due to her very well lubricated hole. You can feel the heat coming off her, and it feels divine.
She pauses for a moment, looking down at herself and breathing heavily. Very slowly and deliberately, she glides the rest of her body down on you.
Soon the rest of your member is inside the pale mare, as she seats herself upon your lap.
“Mmmh!” she moans, trying to silence herself by keeping her mouth closed. She places a hoof on your chest in order to hold herself upright.
Both of you temporarily forget how to breathe as a sudden euphoric sensation takes over you. The earth pony is much tighter than you anticipated, which leaves you breathless while you lie in the grass.
Feeling the farm mare in this intimate way is indescribable. Her insides are soft, warm, and so very moist.
Cherry’s leg gives out and she falls on top of you, her chest meeting yours and her head resting just below your chin, as she is probably equally as surprised by the wondrous sensation.
You recover before she does and patiently wait for her to acclimate to this new feeling. You run your hands along her short, soft fur, moving up and down along her graceful curves. You have never felt a pony in this way before.
The feeling of Cherry around you is divine, and you grab onto her flanks respectively with each hand, holding your partner in place.
You bend down a little and kiss the top of her head, just as she begins to recover.
“Okay,” she says, moving into a sitting position on top of you. She keeps a hoof on your chest to balance herself. “You ready, cowboy?”
You give an excited nod in reply.
And that is when the cowgirl begins riding you. She moves fast at first, not bothering to take it slow any longer. The both of you have been through enough teasing for one night.
She extends her hind legs to lift herself off you, but not all the way, before she relaxes and allows gravity to lower herself back down.
The feeling is euphoric. Her hot, slick insides tug and slide rapidly along your member. You grip her flanks tightly and move along with her.
With every bounce, you feel her tail brush against your leg.
She moans and sighs with every motion, the sound echoing throughout the orchard.
Her ears are perked up, her eyes are open and looking right into yours, and sweat has already formed all over her strong, firm body.
Wanting to take charge of the situation, you grab tightly onto Cherry’s sides and push, easily rolling her off of you and onto her back.
Without giving her an opportunity to recover, you pounce on top of her and slide right back inside.
“O-Oh my…” she moans breathlessly.
You thrust your hips quickly and hard, driving deeply into her. She arches her neck, throwing her head back in bliss.
You pull out and instantly drive back in; Cherry seems to like it fast.
One of your hands is placed on the ground, holding you up as to not crush the mare beneath you. The hand finds Ms. Jubilee’s tail and grabs on.
You grip the base of her tail and, when you thrust with your hips, you forcefully pull her towards you, driving even deeper inside the squirming mare.
She moans loudly at the rough contact, but does not make any notion of displeasure. As such, you continue, dominating this mare like she belongs to you.
Her red mane bounces with every thrust.
Every hard thrust is accompanied by a low moan from your farm mare, which gradually grow in volume the longer you go on.
You feel yourself on the verge of climaxing, so you double your efforts. Sweat is now practically pouring down your face, and upon observing Cherry, she looks to be in the exact same way.
You bend down and connect your lips to Cherry’s open, panting mouth. Within a second, your tongue is inside of the pale mare moving around lustfully, fighting with your farm mare’s tongue.
You pull back but do not stop thrusting. You’re so close.
“I’m almost there!” she nearly screams. If there were anypony else around, they would undoubtedly hear the farming mare’s moans of pleasure. “I-I’m- oh Celestia!”
Cherry’s inner walls close tightly upon your member as she orgasms. Fluids pour out of her and over your groin.
The feeling of her steaming, soaked pink insides are too much for you to handle, and you climax immediately after, almost falling on top of your mare. You thrust all the way inside of her and freeze, shooting everything you got deep inside her.
She gives out one final, long moan before you slowly withdraw, out of breath.
You move out from over top of her before collapsing into the grass. You roll onto your back and shift next to Cherry so that your sides are touching. She is incredibly sweaty, but you don’t care. You’re sweaty too.
The only sounds in the orchard are Cherry’s heavy, labored breathing. She has had quite a long day.
You give Cherry a kiss on her forehead before wrapping an arm around her, letting her know that you are here.
You breathlessly look up at the stars, simply enjoying how this night turned out.
As you think that, Cherry finally rolls onto her side and wraps a foreleg around your chest, holding onto you.
“That…” the mare next to you finally pants. “That… was incredible.” Her grip around your chest gets tighter and you can feel her warm breath blow across your chest.
She took the words right out of your mouth.
You kiss her on the forehead again, briefly relishing in your post-orgasmic high. You grip her just a little tighter, bringing her as close as possible to you.
You rub your hand along her side. Why you have never done something like this before is beyond you. You should’ve done this months ago!
“So…” she begins solemnly. “You seem like you’re fully healed… I take it you will be on your way soon.”
Her grip on you gets a little tighter for a second before she begins to release you entirely.
You have to say something. You don’t want Cherry to leave! You like it here!
Of course, you have been planning your move westward for weeks…
The hell with it. You know what you want, and you’re going to take it.
“Cherry Jubilee,” you say, grabbing onto her foreleg, keeping it on your chest and preventing her from leaving. “I know that this isn’t what either of us planned. A couple weeks ago, I didn’t even know this place existed. I have made plans elsewhere…”
She nods sadly and looks down.
“But…”
She looks up at you with those big, beautiful green eyes, and you look right back into them.
“All that stuff I said about Seaddle?” You look at her, and she looks hopefully back up to you. Her big green eyes look deeply into yours, and you can almost feel your heart melt.
“Well,” you say, “I think we can forgot about all that.”
She smiles the biggest smile you have ever seen before she shifts up and kisses you on the lips. It is a long kiss. It’s not lustful, like the last 300 you shared were, but one more of love.
And you return the kiss wholeheartedly.
After several long moments, she slowly pulls away and looks into your eyes, smiling. You smile back, glad to have somepony here with you.
She yawns and rests her head on your chest while you lean back into the grass and gaze up at the stars. She nuzzles your chest, the fur on her cheek tickling you a little.
“Would you like to go inside?” she asks, playing with the hair on your chest.
You shake your head. “No. Let’s lie out here a little longer.”
You feel the farming mare place her head on your shoulder. Looking over, you see that she has her eyes closed, and she is smiling. You love that smile, and you wouldn’t mind seeing it for the rest of your life.
You give her a quick peck on her snout before closing your eyes, happy that life finally seems to be working out for you.
