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“Hey! Where’s those two BLT’s at? We got customers waiting!”
You turn your attention to the owner of the restaurant, Mr. Short Order. “They’re just about done.” You’ve finished up placing the meal on the plates: a bellflowers, lettuce, and tomato sandwich. Equestria was such a weird place to you.
You pick up the two plates and carry them to the wooden table near the casher, the designated location for food orders to go out. You watched one of your co-workers take the meals out to the table and returned to your station to start on the next order.
You’ve been trapped here in Equestria for over two years now. A strange magical word filled with creatures that are a mix between a human and a horse named simply “ponies”. They stood up and walked around just like humans, had hands just like humans, spoke just like humans, and wore clothing like humans. But they also walked around on hooves instead of feet, had a muzzle similar to a horse, had multicolored fur covering their body, horse like tails, and even horse like ears. Some of them even had wings spring out of their backs, or horns on the top of their heads, or both. You stood out in a crowd, being the only human living here, but so far you had not gotten into any trouble. Least not the kind you would have expected if one of these creatures suddenly showed up on Earth.
However you got here still remains a mystery to you. You simply woke up in some open field of grass and came across two wandering ponies. Then you proceeded to freak out.
Once you had calm down a bit and there appeared to be no way to get you back home, you decided to travel around the world until you came across Manehattan. The large city reminded you of home, so you found a place to stay and got yourself a job.
That’s when you had met her.
Coco Pommel: The Mare living next door to your apartment.
You had first seen her after living in your new apartment for about two weeks. You were leaving your apartment when the mare bumped into you, causing you both to fall. Coco then began to frantically apologize to you as she gathered up the many rolls of fabric that she had been carrying and rushed to her apartment door. You saw her a week later when you were late for your job and you bumped into her carrying large white shopping bags. You apologized to her as you ran to try and make it in time for your job.
The third time you met her, you both bumped into each other while on break at a local coffee shop. And managed to cover the other in hot coffee.
Despite Coco’s protest that it wasn’t necessary, you bought her a new cup of coffee. You sat down at a table with her to have a chat, which was when you had learned her name and that she was living in that apartment right next to you. As you continued to listen to her conversation a revelation dawned on you: she was cute.
Over the months to follow, you greeted each other when you left for work, and the rare occasion when you both returned from it. Each day you found yourself becoming more and more attracted to Coco. You loved the sweet sound of her voice as she greeted you in the mornings, the bright shine of hope in her cyan eyes, the sweet smile on her face, and so much more. Even the days when she came back home exhausted from her late work, she still was able to somehow lift your spirit with a smile and a wave.
Your thoughts of the past were interrupted by your boss handing you the next sheet of orders to complete. You focused on continuing your work and letting the day come to an end. Within the last hour of your shift, the restaurant began to empty out until no other customers were left. Finishing up on cleaning your station, you are called over by Mr. Short Order.
“Your friends order just finished up. There’s supposed to be some sort of event happening on the other side of the city now, so I don’t think we’ll be filling up in the next half hour. But traffic is going to be swamped soon, and I hate to let such a meal get cold for such a nice mare like that. So I’m letting you go home early to deliver it to her.”
You thank Mr. Short order and take Coco’s meal home to her. It’s been something you’ve often had to do for her ever since that one incident you had been in…
You were heading home from late night at work when you noticed Coco waiting outside the apartment building being harassed by a loud obnoxious stallion stranger.
“Are those clothes felt? No? Would you like them to be?”
“Please go away.” You could barely hear her voice over where you were.
“Come on, babe. A lovely mare like you can’t deny her attraction to a rugged stallion such as me?” The stallion reaches over and grabs Coco by her shoulder, forcing her to face him. It was at that point your walk became a run. “You know it’s dangerous for a mare like you to be all alone on the street.”
“Let go!” Coco struggled to get out of the grip to no avail.
“HEY!” you shouted at the stallion as you ran closer.
The stallion turned to face you with an annoyed look on his face. However, his expression changed to a mix between terror and bewilderment when he took a look at you. “The buck is that thing?!” he shouted.
The stallion panicked as you got closer to him and choose to toss Coco in your direction to buy himself some time to escape in the other direction from ‘the scary thing’. You ran beside Coco and helped her up while watching the stallion turn the corner of the street and kept running.
“Thanks.” Coco began to straighten out her shirt and skirt. “I’ve met some rude stallions waiting for my deliveries before, but he was the worst of them all.”
“Deliveries?” You asked.
“Yeah. Suri keeps me working so long that I don’t have the time to cook for myself. Normally the delivery colt is much faster with the meals I order than this, but lately he’s been showing up far too late. I’m going to have to find a new place.”
“Take-out? I could help you with that!”
Coco looked at you questioningly. “Huh?”
“I work at a restaurant. If you like, you could order from there and I’ll bring the food over when my shift is done. I have keys to the front door, so you don’t need to wait outside. I can just bring it to your door and knock.”
“Um… well… I guess that might work.”
And that’s just what you did. Coco sent over an order to the restaurant, and you took her meal to her apartment door. As the months pass, Coco started inviting you into her apartment to share a meal with her and have a chat. You learned she had quit working for Suri, and was now working for a new employer name ‘Rarity’, who seemed much nicer than Coco’s last boss.
The city's public carriage showed up at the stop on time for once. You got on and were on your way to getting home a bit earlier than normal, but not too early you thought. Coco would have been getting hungry around this point and you were sure she’d be delighted to see the warm food. You hummed to yourself on the mostly empty carriage on the way to the stop near your home. Once you were there, you began making your way back to the apartment building.
You unlocked and opened the front door to the building, and began to climb the stairs up to the third floor where you and Coco lived. You made your way to her apartment and knocked on the door. You waited around with no answer. Was she out? You checked the door to find that it was unlocked. Coco typically leaves the door locked when she was out or was busy working, unlocking it only if she expected you with the food. Your best guess was that she must be expecting you! You opened the door and took a look around the room. With no sign of Coco, you placed her food on the closest table and turned to leave. ‘She must be busy with some order from Rarity,’ you thought.
That’s when you heard a giggle come from the room that Coco had made as her workplace. The door was opened, and against your better judgement, you moved towards the door to take a peek.
And what you saw made your eyes widen and your jaw hung opened.
It was Coco. Or at least, you thought it was Coco. Her coat was the same light amberish gray as Coco. She had the same mane color and mane cut as the Coco you knew. She had the same light cyan eyes Coco did. She even wore the same white-bordered lavender sailor collar with a scarlet tie she always did. But that’s where the Coco you knew ended. She wasn’t wearing her usual shirt or vest or skirt or any kind of dress at all. No, instead you saw her in a purple over bust corset with large red straps lace through the front of it, giving you a slight peek at the bust that is hidden behind the corset. Coco wore matching elbow gloves, thigh high boots, and panties. The very sight took your breath away!
“Stop that drooling. You’ll get it all over the carpet and then I’ll have to make you clean it up.”
You cover your mouth up as a reaction. Did she see you?
“Now then,” Coco continued, apparently talking to someone else in the room. “I’ve been told somepony has been a very, very bad colt.” You watched her walk away from your field of vision, but not before you noticed that she was carrying something in her hand. A riding crop! You didn’t know they even had those in Equestria! “It seems I need to teach you a lesson again.”
Parts of you told you to leave Coco alone with whoever she was with and just go back to your apartment, but the rest of demanded more. Half of it was because you wanted to know who this coltfriend of Coco was. The other half was because you wanted to see how this encounter would end. You placed your hand on the door and slowly pushed it open to reveal more of the room, heart beating rapidly in anticipation.
That’s when you discovered that the ‘colt’ that Coco had been talking to was one of her mannequins she used to design suits for, this one modified to be bent over to allow Coco to get on its back. She had put on a saddle, reins, and a top hat on top of the mannequin. Odd.
Coco was currently riding on it, whipping it with her riding crop and yelling. Only in the most perverted dreams of yours did you ever think that she was capable of doing something like this. You felt the blood rushing to your checks, and the pressure building up below. Your mouth felt like it was drying out. Your eyes began to widen to drink in more of this fantasy bestowed to you.
“You want more, you do? You like being punished, you bad colt? You like feeling me whip your flank red? You like being ridden by a mare? How humiliating for you. You know what else is humiliating for you? How much you love to lick the dirt off my hooves! That’s because you think yourself a dog. A wimpy little pet who couldn’t figure out anything without his mistress by his side! Well you’re wrong, and you want to know why? Because dogs are better than you! What you are is nothing but a filthy dirt loving worm! And filthy dirt loving worms like you love this sort… this… sort… of… ”
Coco’s voice trails off as apparently something had caught her attention. It took a moment for you to realize that what had gotten her attention now was in fact you.
“Ffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffff!”
Coco face started to redden up quickly. Her body seemed to compress together in terror. She held the riding crop in both her hands and began to bend it. The noise she was making made you believed that she was either about to deflate like a balloon, or explode like a bomb. Either way, you wanted to get away as fast as you could. You turned your back and ran for the door. You had thought you heard your name called out, but ignored it as you reached the hallway. You were about to slam the door behind you and keep running when you were interrupted by the sound of something heavy crashing inside the room with Coco…
“No really, its fine,” Coco said bundling hers up with her covers on her bed, “I completely lost track of time. I really was expecting you here. Just, not to see…. That.”
The noise you had heard was Coco falling off the mannequin and knocking over a nearby table. Thankfully, Coco was alright and the only thing broken was a lamp on the table. You had helped in cleaning up the mess of course. You had found dozens of other corsets in the workroom in all kinds of color, shapes, and sizes. Apparently, this was what the work Rarity had given Coco.
There was a long awkward moment of silence before Coco spoke up. “I’m not normally into these sorts of things.” You try your best to hold back a snicker, after what you had just saw it was difficult, but Coco picked up on it. “Really! I’m not!” She exclaimed as she tightened the blanket around her. “I’ve never been much for the whole ‘Domination and Submission’ thing. Miss Rarity was asking for help for her ‘Nighttime Secret Catalog’ and I offered to help. I started making all sorts of lingerie, but then the orders started coming in for outfits of a,” Coco looked away from you as she struggled with the next words, “certain nightly style.”
“I didn’t have any problem making them at all, but as the nights went on I began to think of all the mares who’d be receiving these. Mares that would be showing them off to their stallions. I’ve heard that stallion really go for mares with commanding personalities. Mares like miss Rarity, who could command any stallion onto his knees with but a single word and a look from her eyes. Not me though. I could never do that. I don’t even really want to do that! But I was feeling so lonely, so I started to think that of what it would be like to be one of those mares. I thought that maybe pretending to be someone I wasn’t would be a better than simply being alone. So I made myself an outfit and… well… I g-g-guess you saw the rest.”
Silence once again filled the room as Coco looked away from you. This time you decided to talk.
“The outfit you made looked great. If the other stuff you’ve made were anything like this, then I’m sure Rarity is going to love it.”
Coco gave a short weak smile. “Thanks.”
“But you don’t need to pretend to be something you aren’t just to feel beautiful. Coco Pommel is already a beautiful mare to be! You’re a smart, creative mare with a smile that could warm even the coldest heart, and a voice that could soothe a weary soul. And any stallion that cannot see that is blind.”
It wasn’t the best line you could give, but it was the only one that can to you at the time. You felt quite embarrassed about it, so much so that you had look away when Coco turned to look back at you. Feeling that you’ve embarrassed yourself enough for one day, as well as Coco, you said your goodbye and started to leave the room.
“Ouch.”
You turned around to look at Coco rocking back and forth on the bed. You asked her what was wrong.
“It’s just a cramp in my leg, nothing serious. Um, I don’t suppose y-y-you’d… Never mind.”
“What?” You were curious now.
“It’s just that, I heard a m-m-massage could help with cramps like this-but-you-don’t-need-to-do-anything-I’m-sure-I’m-fine!”
A leg massage? You could feel the blood rush to your face as the thought of feeling those long legs against your fingers. You swallowed to clear your drying throat and give your answer. “S-sure. I can do that.”
Coco stared up at you. “Really?” You nod your head.
Coco laid out her right leg from the comfort of her bundled up covers as you sat down at the foot of her bed. “It’s this leg that sort of hurts.” You nod at her and grab hold of the boot. You slowly remove the boot as to not cause Coco any more pain. With her leg freed, you gently place your left hand on her. Coco shivers at your touch which causes you to flinch, but she asks you to go on.
Your right hand joins the left in your attempt to massage Coco’s right leg. Coco breathing begins to relax under your care, and the hold on her bundle up blanket seems to loosen. She quietly asks you to move lower, and you do so. The fur on her coat tickled between your fingers as you moved your hand down her leg. Coco began to close her eyes as you continued to move down her leg upon her request.
Eventually you reach her hoof. The wall of it felt hard, and Coco didn’t seem to react at all to your touch. She simply sat there in a daze like state. You began to wonder what you should do now. She did keep asking you to move your hand lower, so should you continue to do so? Or should you move your hand back up? You decided to take a look at the bottom of Coco’s hoof.
You were now staring at the Light amberish gray sole of Coco’s hoof. The center of the sole seemed to look less tough than the rest of the hoof. Taking your finger, you gently touch the sole.
"OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOoooooooooooooooooooooooh"
The noise Coco was making made you leap. Her eyes opened wide and her back straighten. Her voice became loud, and then quieted down as Coco fell backwards into her bed, the covers now spread to once again show the outfit she had been shamefully hiding beneath them. You were hesitating on what you should do when Coco began to speak.
“P-p-p-p-please don’t stop! K-k-keep going!”
You place your finger back on her sole and Coco began to let out a small whimper. You began to draw circles using your finger on the sole of her hoof and watching her reaction to it. Coco’s body began to shake; her tail began to wag back and forth, her left leg jerked towards her chest as a reaction. You held down her right leg and added a second finger to the touch. Coco’s left leg began to kick randomly in the air as she pleaded for more.
You added the rest of your fingers into the action, trying your best to tickle Coco. Coco begins to gasp for air between her laughter and her moans. Her chest began to thrust into the air, as if trying to somehow escape the confines of the corset. You could see her panties began to darken from being soaked. After a satisfied length of time you stopped your assault and allowed Coco to catch her breath. She pleaded for you to continue just a bit longer.
By now you were caught up in the moment. Your harden cock beseech you for freedom from your confiding pants, but you just had to see more. You positioned your body so that your head was level with Coco’s hoof. It was the sudden shock of the taste that made you realise you had just licked Coco’s hoof. It wasn’t the most unpleasant thing you’ve ever tasted, but it was enough to give you pause as to what you were doing. The pause was short as your attention was drawn to Coco.
Coco moans became louder before she grabbed a hold of one of her pillows and forced it against her face. The sight and sound of which forced you take another lick, causing another muffled moan. Now you were forcing yourself to ignore the taste all together and continue to lick Coco’s hoof. As you peeked over her hoof between licks, you saw Coco’s right hand reach down to her nethers and push the soaked panties to the side. You saw her slide two of her fingers down into her moist tunnel and out at the same pace as your licking. You become mesmerized at the sight and begin licking faster to watch Coco increase her speed. Your own loins continue to heat up and cause you discomfort, but you dare not stop to release them. The muffled noise of Coco now sounds like she’s chewing through the pillow. Her body quivers in place and you begin to believe that Coco may be reaching her limit.
That’s when you felt a warm wet sensation strike you across the right side of your face.
You stood up and blink a few times to make sure you didn’t get any of it in your eyes. Once you were sure, you looked over at Coco and the bed. Most of the bed between her legs had been soaked. Apparently, Coco had made a big splash. Coco herself lay sprawled out across the bed, panting. You simply stood there still trying to process everything that just happened.
When the haze of bliss had lifted itself from her, Coco stared up at you. She curled up into a frighten ball and attempted to stutter out an apology:
“I’m sorry! I didn’t… I mean I wanted to, but I shouldn’t… and then I did… and then you did… and then I… and I made you… and I shouldn’t and it was wrong… but I felt… and it was… but… and… I’m-so-sorry-this-has-happened-could-you-ever-find-it-inyourhearttoforgivemeforthisaw-mrph!”
During her entire apology, you had slowly crawled on the bed and moved towards Coco. You were able to stop her apology by pressing your lips together with hers. She made a surprised muffled yelp to the sudden sensation she was feeling and you pulled away. You looked deeply into Coco’s confused eyes before you spoke.
“Wanna keep going?”
Coco’s answer came in the form of pulling you down with her arms for another kiss. The two of you moan in each other mouth as Coco attempted to squeeze you into her, as if she believed if she let go you’d be gone. Her legs curved around you and strengthen her hold on you as her hands began to search for an opening in your shirt on your back. You could feel her wet slit dampening your crotch pants as she grinded against you. You maintained focused more on the kiss and the feeling of running your hand through her mane.
Coco finally was able to blinding find the opening, and she began to tug at your shirt. With an opening wide enough, her hand dove in to feel the warm sensation of your back. You shiver at her cold touch.
Not satisfied with the small opening, Coco began to pull your shirt up. She broke off the kiss to try and lift the shirt over your head. Blinded, you lift your arms up to aid in taking the shirt off. You felt one of Coco’s fingers brush against your bare chest while her other hand lifted up the shirt. Coco pushed for another kiss when the shirt was lifted over your head and you had freed one arm. You could feel her hand press against your back, as well as the corset against your chest. The ropes dragged against your body as Coco pressed against you.
Throwing your shirt behind you, you reached behind Coco and grabbed hold of her shapely flank. Coco yelped in your mouth as a reaction, and you took the opportunity to dive your tongue right in. You felt Coco’s tail rub against your right hand as you continued to squeeze her cheeks.
Your throbbing shaft declared it has had enough. It gave you a clear indication that if it didn’t get freed from your pants, it would blow it load in them. You broke off the kiss and told Coco to give you a moment. When she loosened her grip you went to reach for your pants, only to find Coco tackle you to the end of the bed. Coco began immediately undoing your belt and zipper and pulling off your pants and underwear. She tossed them behind her without looking and took a close look at your erected member. She licked her lips and took in the aroma of your harden cock and she slid her finger across it. It was weird to watch, but you weren’t going to complain about it.
Your cock on the other hand, felt like it was going to explode at any moment.
Coco began to slowly lick the tip of your member. She then began to run her tongue down one side of it, while running her finger on the other side in the opposite direction.
“Coco,” you warned, “I don’t think I can take much more of this.” Coco should be warned if she didn’t want to get any of your semen on her face or mane. Maybe she’d want to gulp it down her throat, you thought.
Coco sat up and looked you in the eyes. “Then put it in me. I want to feel it inside. I want to feel you inside.”
You blinked. “Seriously?” You were not expecting that, and just hearing it made your cock pulse in joy.
Coco nodded with a smile. With that, you sat up and laid Coco to the side of the bed. You reached between her legs and pulled the soaked pair of panties off her and tossed them to the side, filling the air with the smell of her arousal. Her wet marehood was now completely visible to see, it’s gleaming folds inviting you in. You positioned yourself in front of her and slowly pushed your hard shaft in. You felt her warm wet sex wrap around your cock which causes you to grunt out. Coco moaned out and grabbed the sides of the bed for support. Her head hug out of the side of the bed, and she watched as your shaft disappeared into her tunnel.
“God Coco, this feels… well amazing isn’t enough to describe it,” you tell her as you continue to push deeper, “but I’m finding myself unable to think of any words better, so amazing will have to do.” Coco simply bit her lip as she watched more of your pulsing shafted disappear into her.
Once you had buried your shaft as far as it could you, Coco let out a moan. You grabbed a hold of Coco’s legs and began the motion of pulling out and thrusting back in. Coco began to give in to gravity and let her head hang low, her short mane attempting to reach out to touch the floor. You take your arms from Coco’s legs and reach around her lustrous hips to grab her back. You lifted Coco’s rear off the bed towards you in time with your thrusts, and lay it back on the bed as you pulled back.
“Come on sweetie. You can go a bit harder.”
You put your back into your thrusts while you pulled Coco closer to you as she had asked. Coco yelled out a “Yes!” each time you slammed into her. Your hips began to move faster on their own will, and your vision started to blur.
Coco’s moaning yeses had stopped as her tongue began to hang off the side of her mouth, and you could feel her walls start to tighten on you. You hoped it was a sign of her nearing her climax, because you were amazed to have lasted this long yourself.
You felt Coco’s tail wrap around your waist along with her legs. “Finish it!” She managed to call out.
And with that, your rod began spurting your hot essence into her constricting tunnel. You felt a warm sensation of fluids splash against your crotch from Coco’s 2nd orgasm as your hips continue to thrust on their own.
The strength of your grip on Coco’s back begins to fade as the last of your load is emptied out. Coco’s legs and tail began to lose their grip as well, causing Coco to slowly slide off the side of the bed. You collapse on the bed, muscles aching. After taking a moment to relax and catch your breath, you lifted your head to see the damp line in the bed left behind by Coco, leading off the bed. Her two legs, one still wearing a boot, were lying straight up against the bed.
Grabbing what strength you could, you crawled to the edge of the bed to look down at Coco lying across the floor. She was also trying to catch her breath. She turned her head to look up at you when she noticed you stare down at her. Both of you lay there in silence, staring at each other. Finally, you spoke up.
“So… Dinner and sex tomorrow?”