Berry's Bottom Banana

by Alex_

First published

Berry once again has a weird pain in the rear. This time, however, she seeks help.

Berry once again has a weird pain in the rear. She needs a drink, and a good friend to help her out.

Huge thanks to mikesnipe for his inspirational story Berry's Bottom Bottle (I could easily say that it is either the best or second-best story he's ever written). And a further huge thanks to him for giving me permission to post this.

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Berry Punch once again raised her rump into the air and stared into the mirror: once again she felt something tightly and somewhat painfully stuffed deep inside her ass. She wanted to know what exactly it was and, more importantly, how these objects kept ending up there. Sighing, she back closer toward the mirror and flicked her tail to the side to get a good look. Her firm and full flanks were still badly scarred from that time she died after a wine bottle broke in there, so she really hoped it wouldn’t turn out to be another one. At first, she couldn’t see anything; she backed closer to the mirror until she could feel its cold surface on her puckered ponut. Then, squinting and holding a look on incredible concentration on her face, she was just able to make out something very small sticking out of her anal hole. It was green, with a brown tip. She stared at it for a few moments before she realised what it was – the stem of a banana.

“Now how on earth did that get up there?” she wondered aloud to herself. “Oh well, I suppose I’d better get it out.” That was easier said than done. Only the tiny tip of the fruit was protruding, so getting any sort of grip on it with her hooves was like trying to give a handjob to a baby. Berry also was not a contortionist, and knew she couldn’t reach her tongue back between her hind legs (she’d tried), so using her mouth was out of the question. After fruitlessly trying to hook the banana’s stalk on several items of furniture for a while, she eventually gave up and decided she would have to get a unicorn to help her. Lyra probably wouldn’t mind.

Berry trotted away from her house and down the street towards the centre of Ponyville, thinking about where Lyra might be. She would probably be at Sugarcube Corner, Berry decided, because she always took her disabled sister there for Pinkie’s special Tendie-flavoured milkshakes. As she walked up the entrance way, however, the first pony she encountered was not Lyra, but actually Pinkie Pie coming down the steps with a monkey on her back. No, literally.

“Hey Berry!” she called. “Wanna check out this awesome monkey I just got? I know in this world most higher mammals seem to be sapient, but I still thought I would put him in a cage and make him dance or something to attract customers. Oh! Do you want to hold him?”

“Err, no thanks, Pinkie. I’m actually in a bit of a hurry to see Lyra.”

“Oh, fair enough,” said Pinkie. “See ya, Berry.”

However, as the two mares went to pass each other, Pinkie’s monkey suddenly breathed in very deeply and then started sniffing. His sense of smell seemed to lead him towards Berry as he leaned closer and closer to her.

“Don’t worry, Berry. He must have just smelt something he likes.” Pinkie tapped her chin in thought. “Although, I’ve not seen him go like this over a pony yet, only ever over bananas.”

Almost as soon as she had finished saying this, the monkey leapt from her back and landed on Berry. He quickly lifted up her tail, put his face between her asscheeks, and sniffed deeply.

“Bad monkey! Bad!” scolded Pinkie. He, however, was not listening, and instead sat back up and grabbed her rump with one of his paws. With the other, he reached down towards her puckered ponut and tried to get a grip on the protruding piece of stalk. A huge blushed formed across Berry’s face, and her tail uncontrollably flicked to the side.

Pinkie continued to scold and tried to pull the monkey off, but Berry was not listening as her continued to tug and pull at her tight hole. She bit her lip and hoped nobody would notice the small droplets of arousal that were beginning to escape from her vagina. Apparently realising he couldn’t grab the little bit that stuck out, the monkey redoubled his attempts for the banana by trying to grab it further inside of her. He forced his thick fingers into her resisting hole and tried to stretch it beyond its natural limits. To Berry, the undulating mixture of pain and pleasure was completely ineffable, and more and more liquid dribbled out of her. She fell forward onto the ground; her legs could no longer support her. She felt her climax coming, closer and closer-

Pinkie managed to grab the monkey’s arms, pinning them behind his back. Berry loudly and consciously groaned with frustration – she was so close! Luckily for her, the monkey had not given up on the banana, and lent in to try to lick some of the taste off of it. His mouth was warm and his tongue was small and hard; Berry began ascending to her peak once again as soon as he probed the outside of her ponut. The monkey quickly became more adventurous, and he orally penetrated Berry’s anus and began lapping at the inside. The sensation of the monkey’s warm and rigid tongue inside of her rump, coupled with the banana stuffed up there like a dildo, was too much for Berry Punch to bear. She screamed and bucked her legs as she came to a sudden and powerful orgasm. For a few moments the world was nothing to her as she writhed around in absolute bliss, before she returned to consciousness. Pinkie had managed to restrain her monkey and was beating a hasty retreat, looking completely mortified.

Berry turned around and looked into Sugarcube Corner. Every patron was sitting there staring at her, including Lyra. Blushing redder than red wine, Berry meekly trotted over to her, looking at the floor the whole time. These ponies might think she was a freak, but at least her best friend would have her back-

“Berry, what the fuck was that? Did you get off to a monkey fingering you?”

“What? No, of course not!” she stammered in response, somehow turning even redder. Eager not to discuss her shame, she said: “Lyra, I need your help. I’ve got something stuck in my ass again.”

“Oh Celestia, Berry; what did I tell you about doing that? Especially after what happened last time...”

Berry flushed again, but then came to a sudden realisation. Why did she care what Lyra thought of her? Her sphincter tightened a little. In fact, why did she care what any of these ponies thought of her? Judging her for liking the monkey’s attentions, judging her for making use of experimental dildos, judging her for her day drinking... they judged her all the time. Berry became indignant, and angry. Ponyville was a town of sanctimonious moralists and snobs. Her asshole tightened further.

“-so please remember to only use toys designed for penetration,” Lyra continued, unaware that she wasn’t being listened to. Berry hated her condescending tone; it made her angrier and angrier. Somewhere behind her she heard a customer berating the waitress:

“How did you manage to bring me a banana split with no banana in it? This is just ice-cream!”

“I just don’t know what went wrong!”

Somehow, as little things annoy us intensely when we’re already angry, this waitress’s incompetence made Berry even madder. Together, all these things built into a crescendo of anger and anal tightness, until Berry could hold it in no longer. The skin of the banana burst from the pressure, the flesh of the fruit bursting out and flying onto the dissatisfied patron’s plate. “Oh,” he hummed happily. “That was quick – and it has chocolate sauce!”

“You know what, it’s fine,” Berry interrupted Lyra, who hadn’t even noticed the banana flying across the room, still engrossed in her lecture. She turned and walked a few paces away before stopping and looking back. “Because I’m an independent earth pony who don’t need no unicorn.” She smiled smugly, feeling very determined and very proud of herself, and went to walk out of Sugarcube Corner. A few seconds later, though, she stopped as she remembered something, and sheepishly walked back towards Lyra. “Umm, actually,” she added. “Can you help me get the skin out? It’ll still be a bit difficult just with hooves.”

THE END