A Hard Day's Night
It was Hearth’s Warming Eve, but yet another bitter cold night on the streets of Canterlot. The sun had just set over the horizon, while the moon had already risen up over the city. The weather was clear, the stars twinkled against the black blanket of night as the full moon shone brightly. With your hands in your pockets, and hood of your jacket up over your head. You make your way down though the slightly snowy, cobblestone streets.
The little ponies around you chatted merrily amongst themselves as you walked by them. Some sitting on door steps, some walking down the street, and some had taken to singing carols. Lights and tinsel decorated homes and businesses alike, some had even little bits of mistletoe hanging above the door. All of the Hearth's Warming festivities would normally bring a smile to your face, as it reminded you of Christmas back home.
But this year... This week was different. Sure, you made a few friends and most ponies were friendly to you. But sometimes you’d come across a pony that utterly defied the “Magic of Friendship,” or whatever. The princess had told you some of the Canterlot nobles would be like that, especially after recent events in Equestria.
These recent events were like a mystery. Almost every pony refused to talk about it. Even the ones that did, didn’t really explain it very well. All you could gather is that right as you were dropped in Equestria, something really bad happened. But whatever it was, it seemed to be fixed. With, as you’ve come to understand, the “Magic of Friendship.” Honestly, it seemed like an excuse to not have to explain anything to you.
But you digress. As you turn down an alleyway, you see the little neon sign that shines brightly in the night. It was like a signal for your second home, seeing it always brought a smile to your face. Moxies bar. You remember back to the first night you spent in this bar. The owner Moxie, was a older mare, probably in her mid forties but didn’t show it. Her fur was a deep maroon, while she had a black and white mane. Her green eyes and friendly, motherly demeanor helped you make it through the first month.
As you push the door open, soft music can be heard from inside the bar. Walking down the few steps onto the main floor shows that the place is empty, aside from Moxie. The room itself is mostly dark, a few booths sit on the left side of the room. A few tables with stools dot the space between them and the bar. The bar itself is a not that big, but the wood is dark and shiny as the day it was installed. Hundreds of bottles of liquor dotted the wall behind the bar while a few kegs of beer sat just off to the side. As you step onto the main floor, you notice a mare sitting on a stool at the bar.
The maroon coloured mare met eyes with you, giving off a smile. Her cheeks are slightly tinged pink, a bottle of booze sitting beside her. “Didn’t you have the night off? Couldn’t resist stopping by to see little ol me?” She asks playfully while you make your way across the room and behind the bar.
A sweet, spicy apple smell wafts from her glass. “Sweet Apple Acres Reserve? This is some expensive stuff Moxie.” You point out as you pick the bottle up from the wooden bartop. Moxie can only giggle a little bit, attempting to take another sip from her glass.
“It’s Hearth's Warming Eve, it’s a… A special time of the year!” Moxie looks at you with a grin on her muzzle before tipping her glass up, and downing the rest of the liquor. Slamming the now empty glass back onto the counter with a hard clunk, she cracks her neck and lays half on the bar. “So, you never did tell me why you’re here.” With a wiggle of her eyebrows, and a giggle from her you can’t help but chuckle.
“I figured as it is Hearth’s Warming Eve. Maybe I could work the rest of the night for you? You should go and spend time with your friends and family.” You notice the grin on her muzzle instantly fade away. “It’s only for a couple hours, I’ll close up just before midnight.”
Moxie is hesitant, lifting her upper body up and off the bar. “A-are you sure sweetie?” As her green eyes dart between both of yours, her lips turn up a little. “Fine, I guess I could go to the party Pine Burst is throwing. Thanks a bunch.” With a quick movement she pulls you into an awkward hug across the bar. “Oh! Before I forget, there’s a gift for you in the back room. Don’t forget it!”
With no hesitation she hops down, swaying slightly before she starts to walk out. “Make sure you shut off all the taps before you leave, and lock the door this time. Don’t need some random ponies coming in for a free drink again.” A flush of embarrassment comes across you. Your first night closing up, you forgot to lock the darn door. Now while most ponies are honest and law abiding citizens; a squad of drunk bat ponies found their way inside and drank till they all passed out.
Chuckling a bit, you wave her off as she starts to clamber the stairs. “I will Moxie, have a great night.” A few moments later, the door opens and closes behind her. Then silence. It’s a weird change of pace from a normal night, normally there’s at least a few ponies in the bar. But tonight it’s just you.
Glancing up at the clock behind you, the time reads nine forty three. That leaves you with a few hours left before you can close up and go home. Might as well do some cleaning. Making your way into the back room, you open the door to the cleaning closet. Grabbing a few cleaning solutions, you fill a bucket with warm water and make your way back out; grabbing a broom along the way.
The floor takes little time to sweep, evidence of just how slow it had been that day. So you set to washing the bartop down, when a little bell rings thought the bar. Hoof steps thud dully against the wooden stairs as a pony comes down into the bar. “A-are you open?” You hear the mare speak softly, almost unsure of herself. “I could really use a drink.”
“Yeah, we’re open. Come on in, I’ll get you something.” You put the bucket down on the sink in the back and begin to wash your now dirty hands.
You hear her walk across the room, and take a seat right in front of you. Quickly drying your hands, you turn and get your first look at the mare. Instantly you realize, you’ve never seen her in your life.
She’s bigger than most ponies, her eyes are level with yours when she’s sitting on the bar stool. The opal orbs stare at you curiously. Her coat is a light purple, well taken care off with a bit of chest fluff. Her mane is rose coloured while getting lighter towards the tip in a mohawk. Her body is lean but curvy, a black skin-tight suit hugs her flanks leaving nothing to the imagination.
But what is most striking about her is her horn. Or you should say what’s left of it. It looked like it was broken off long ago, but still seemed pretty jagged.
With a short cough from her, your eyes once again meet her’s. They looked a little angry until she gazed back at you. Then, they almost seemed as if they wanted to stare at you as well. It was then that you notice that there was a scar trailing over her right eye.
“Sorry miss, what uh… What can I get for you?” Your mouth moves to avoid offending her, you silently curse yourself for staring at her for so long.
The mare’s cheeks turn a slightly lighter purple and she smiles a bit. “Just something simple will be fine, as long as it’s strong. Oh, and my name is… Umm, Tempest.” The unicorn says softly, blushing a bit as you start preparing her drink.
Keeping to her request, you make a simple mix of tequila and orange juice. When you first met Moxie, you couldn’t mix a drink to save your life. But after a couple months of bartending school, along with a year or so behind the counter. Your skills were undeniable. Ponies loved nothing more then to watch your hands move as you perfectly mixed and served drinks.
It garnered a lot of tips too. Loading the cocktail mixer with the tequila and some crushed ice, you start to mix. Just a simple shaking starts it off before you pop the lid and drop it. Tempest’s eyes go wide as they follow the container, your other hand moving up to catch it on your palm. While she was distracted, you flip up the juice container and start pouring the mix.
Three seconds is all it takes before you replace the lid to start shaking. With both hands now on it, you shake it hard and fast before giving it a toss into the air. Turning around, you catch it behind your back upside down. She gasps a bit as you use two fingers to flip it onto the counter.
“Oh wow!” Tempest exclaims, a twinkle present in her eyes. Turning back, you use a thumb and finger, to set the container into a spin before grabbing a glass that you place onto the counter. With the metal bottle now nearing the edge, you time it right and hit the end as it comes over the edge. PING!
The top flies off as the bottle somersaults into the air where your hand is waiting to grab it. Gravity takes over and the mixed drink pours out, right down into the glass. With Tempest’s drink poured and not a drop spilled, you gently push it towards her.
“Bottoms up.”
Tempest doesn't move, her eyes dart from the glass to your face with her jaw almost on the bartop. After a few seconds, she closes her mouth and lifts the glass to her lips. Taking a sip, Tempest’s eyes light up in delight. “Oh wow, this is amazing!”
Those eyes once again meet yours. As you stare deep into the depths of those opal eyes, you can see there were many sorrows in them. But in the middle, you seen a light that spread as a smile spread across her muzzle.
You continued to make light conversation with Tempest, her drink slowly getting empty before you’d quickly refill it. The more she drank, the more she seemed to open up; and the more she talked the more you felt for her. She told you what happened to her as a foal, how she grew up an outcast. She told you what she did for the Storm King, how she hurt ponies to only help herself. But she saw the error in her ways, two wrongs never make a right. After that, she started asking about your like, your story.
The way Tempest looked at you while you told your story, made you weak. Her alluring eyes blinked slowly, while her lips moved as she nibbled on them… You immediately push the thoughts that creeped into your head, right back where they came from. You struggle to keep your eyes off her, when she tips back and downs the rest in her glass.
She just finished her third, placing the glass back onto the bar. “Why aren’t you drinking too?” Tempest suddenly asks, not really much of a question but more as an observation.
You merely shrug. “I’m on the clock, no drinks allowed.”
With a light shove of her hoof on your shoulder, she huffs. “It’s Hearth’s Warming Eve! You should… You should drink too!”
She flails her empty glass in front of your face, the smell of the booze instantly filling your nose. You glance up at the clock. It’s almost eleven! Time to close up shop. “I’d love to Tempest, but it’s closing time.”
She instantly pouts. “But… But… I need another drink!” Reaching over the counter, she pushes the empty glass against your cheek.
This happens a few times, all the while her eyes enlarge and start to water. You let out a sigh, almost stopping a smile to come. “Fine, but you’re gonna have to come back to my place then.”
It was like you flipped a light switch in her that made her flush instantly. The glass falls as she sputters. “W-what did you just say?”
“I said, if you want more drinks. You’re going to have to come back to my place tonight. I even got something, special.” Thankfully, the glass survived the fall. You take it and turn around to give her time to think. “I-I mean, if you want to.” Internally you facepalm. I’m so going to get in shit for this. Should have just kept my mouth sh-
“Sure.”
Her voice is quiet, almost playful. Quickly turning back towards the unicorn, you see she’s smiling. “I’ll go. We are friends now, are we not?” Tempest playfully says, a smug smirk adorned on her muzzle.
With your heart beating in your chest, you merely nod. “Then get ready, ‘cuz I am.” With a tilt of her head, she sticks her tongue out at you.
Fuck shes cute… You quickly get to closing up, thankfully Moxie had done pretty much all the work for you all ready. All you do is put the cleaning supplies back into the closet. Grabbing your jacket from the back room you notice a bottle all wrapped up, sitting on the counter.
Gently picking it up, you read the tag. From Moxie,
Thanks for everything you do here sweetie. This is just a little something I picked up a long time ago. I hope you enjoy it! Happy Hearth’s Warming!~ XOXO
You can’t help but smile. “Thanks Moxie.” Walking from the back room, Tempest sits patiently for you. Once she sees you, she gets to her hooves as you come from behind the bar. “Ready to go Tempest?”
As you both leave, making sure the door is locked behind you, her eyes trail to the bottle in your hand. “Whatcha got there? More, feel-good-juice?” Tempest sways a bit, but she keeps her balance.
Letting out a chuckle, your eyes look over the wrapped bottle. “Something special from my boss, no idea what brand it is though.” Light snow falls, Tempest has a scarf wrapped tightly around her neck while you make sure your jacket is tight.
After walking through the snowy streets for a few minutes, you notice Tempest watching you intently. “You know. You’re pretty nice.” The smile she gives you, starts a warm feeling inside you.
Turning the corner onto your street, you notice that the two of you are alone. “Thanks Tempest. You’re a good mare too.” Climbing the few stone steps to the front door, you fumble with the keys before unlocking the door. “Come on in.” Flicking on the low lights, you motion towards the living room. “It’s not much, but it does the job.”
As the two of you step inside, you hang your jacket up and head to the kitchen to grab a few glasses. Unwarping the bottle, you carefully read the label. “Canterlot Classic.” You read the year and… This thing is fifty years old. A delicious mix of rum and secret spices, with a hint of cinnamon. “Gonna have to thank Moxie properly for this.” You say to yourself before heading back into the living room.
Once you’re there, you see Tempest is already waiting with a fire started in the pit. You sit down and pour two drinks. Lifting her own in her hoof, Tempest brings it to yours. “To new friendships.” Toasting with her, you both take the first shot together. “Mmm, this is good.” Like many times that night, your eyes met hers.
But this time, she seems apprehensive. “Listen…” The unicorn starts, rubbing a shoulder with her hoof. “I’ve been meaning to talk to you. For a long time honestly. I’ve always admired you from afar.” Tempest is blushing brightly now. You listen intently while pouring another drink. She immediately takes it and downs it.
“Now that I’ve gotten the chance to talk to you finally…” Taking a few moments to calm her breath, she scoots a bit closer. “From what I’ve seen tonight, you’re a great guy. You haven't judged me, you never looked at me like I was a broken pony.” With your second drink down, you start to notice how hot it’s getting in the room.
“You’re not a broken pony, you’re just different. A good different.” Pulling on your shirt to try and cool yourself off didn’t do much. “It’s kinda hot in here isn’t it? Here let me-” She cuts you off by placing her soft hoof on your cheek, pulling your gaze to hers.
“I need you... Please for the love of Faust take me. I haven’t had the touch of a stallion in years.” Tempest nips your neck softly, her lips caress your skin making you shiver. Your body screams at you to do this, you need it just as much as she does. Life hasn’t been easy on either of you. But first... Looking down at the bottle, you quickly put it to your lips and take a few mouthfuls.
The burning sensation cascaded down your throat as Tempest kisses your throat hard. Putting the bottle back down, hormones rage and you look down on the unicorn. She’s panting hard, her left hind leg twitches a few times as your hand trails down her side and grabs her flank.
You waste no time and lock lips with her. She’s surprised but soon pushes back into the kiss. Her tongue slips out and battles with yours, her hooves grip your shoulders tightly as you gently push her back onto the couch.
Pulling back to catch your breath, you gaze down at Tempest. She’s also panting, her forelegs are tucked to her chest and you’re right between her back legs. God her body is hot... Her chest fluff peeks overtop her suit, raising and falling with each intake of air. Going down further, you can see the outline of her teats. They’re huge for pony standards, mounds of flesh are bound tightly by her suit.
Soon you find your hands find themselves on her chest, running your fingers through her chest tuft. “Mmmm…. Can’t even keep your hands off me hm?” She hums in delight as you dig the tips of your fingers into her chest. They find a small zipper and you immediately start pulling it down. Tempest seems hesitant, but keeps quiet as more of her body is revealed to your eyes.
Her slim tummy comes into view, a tightness makes itself known in your pants as you reach just above her teats. You stop there, leaning down you kiss her neck. The unicorns body shivers as your kisses trail down. Her chest fluff tickles your face as you inhale her scent. As you’ve come to find out, everypony has a unique scent.
She smells like cherry pop-rocks, making your mouth almost water as you keep going south. Your lips find her tummy, placing a few kisses there before finding the zipper again. Gently using your teeth, you pull it down over her mounds. As they come into view, you can’t help but shift a bit as your cheeks burn hotly.
They’re big, round, and jiggle slightly from being released from their tight prison. Her nipples are a dark purple, standing tall and proud atop the furry mounds. Wasting no time you take one into your mouth. Your lips wrap around the hard nipple, gently sucking at it. “Oh buck….” Tempest’s hoof finds its way to the back of your head, gently rubbing your hand in encouragement.
Using your left hand, you start to knead her other teat, losing yourself in the enjoyment of being buried between her teats. With your right hand, you trail down her body and find a wet spot on her suit. “You’re wet.” You murmur while switching nipples, using your thumb to gently rub her soaking marehood.
The purple pony shudders, her marehood winks in the confines of her suit. “Just take the bucking thing off and touch me!” She almost screams at you, her back arching as you yank her suit to her hips. As Tempest wiggles to try and get them off her, you grin as another idea comes to mind. You grab the wet spot on the suit with both hands and pull apart. It offers little resistance as it tears, revealing her glistening mound.
The pink insides peek out each time she winks, her large clit almost taunting you each time it comes out. “You’re… You’re really beautiful Tempest.” She doesn't even get a chance to respond before you lean down and kiss her lower lips. The pony cries out in pleasure as your tongue laps at her fluids. The taste is divine, filling your senses as you dive deeper inside her.
“Shit!” Tempest can only grip the couch tightly as your tongue explores her depths. “I-I’m not going to last long!” Her body trembles as her clit winks more and more. Your eyes lock onto the pink nub as it vibrates before she arches her back. Moving quickly, you spread her lips and take her clit between your lips.
Sucking for all your worth, you keep the nub from ratracing. “AH~!” Tempest bites down on her foreleg to keep herself from screaming. Her whole body randomly trembles as her hips buck. Pulling off her clit with one last hard suck, you open your mouth wide and place it over her hole. A squirt of marejuice shoots right onto your tongue, the taste spreads just as the next spurt comes.
After only a few ropes of marecum, you swallow all that was in your mouth. She tastes like candy. Sitting back up, you look at the quivering mess that is Tempest. A dopey smile is on her face, her eyes looking down at the bulge in your pants. The flicks a hoof at you. “Take… Off…”
With no time to lose, you strip quickly. Shirt, pants and socks come flying off onto the floor leaving you standing in your underwear with a very large tent in them. Tempest’s eyes lock onto it and she gasps. You suddenly feel very self-conscious as she looks at your manhood. “It’s… Huge.”
Suddenly she shoots up and nuzzles your crotch, your bulge eastly rests across her face, almost up to her horn. “And warm.” Tempest licks the base before grabbing your hips with both hooves and pulls your underwear clean off. “Now sit, and let me repay the favour.” Giving you the bedroom eyes, you don’t say anything and sit on the edge of the couch.
Now with your crotch below her face, she goes almost cross eyed looking at the tip. As a bit of precum starts to leak out, she laps it with her tongue. The sensation is almost mind numbing. Her wide flat tongue bathes your head and shaft in her saliva, her eyes never leave yours as you watch her talented work.
Tempest seems to enjoy you watching her, a forehoof is already between her legs rubbing before she takes the tip into her muzzle. There is no more teasing, no more games as she starts to suck. You almost can’t believe it! Just a few hours ago, you figured tonight would be a boring night. But here you were, with a sexy mare between your legs. Hoofing herself off while she gave you a blow job.
A tightness around the tip of your cock snaps you from your thoughts. Tempest fight’s her gag reflex, trying to bury your entire length inside her mouth. “Mmm! Mmpfh!” She grunts in frustration, only adding to the pleasure. Then with a deep breath, she pushes hard and in it goes. Her lips touch your base, your dick is now deep inside her throat. You feel her tongue drag along the bottom of your shaft, just teasing the orbs that sit beneath.
Now she really sucks. Trying desperately to coax your warm load from you. Tempest pulls back occasionally to get her breath, running her tongue up and down the bottom of your shaft. “Come on.” She hazially says, stroking your length with a hoof against her soft cheek. As you both feel the end approaching, she uses both hooves to stroke your length as you grip the couch tightly. “Cum on my face… Dear Faust cum on my face.”
With the horny little pony pumping for all she’s worth, it takes little time before the first blast erupts from the tip. The first strand shoots across her forehead, just shy of her mane. The second goes the other way, across her nose and her eyebrow. She opens her mouth for the rest. Strand after strand of cum spurt across her lips and mouth, her tongue cupping the head of your dick as you ejaculate harder than you ever have before.
When you come off the high, you look down at her as best you can. She plays with your load in her mouth, rolling it around before parting her violet lips. The whiteness stands out against her pink tongue, you made quite a mess of her. The unicorns lips close, and she dramatically swallows a few time before showing you it was all gone. “Holy fuck Tempest…” You can’t help but say breathlessly as she nuzzles your rod.
“Happy Hearth’s Warming.” She coos while setting to clean you. “But I hope you’re ready for round two.” The pony crawls up into your lap and smiles. You feel the wet streak of her pussy as it brushes against your leg before sitting on your stomach. “And please.” She lifts her rear up and places your tip against her lips. “Call me Fizzlepop.” Letting herself fall, she impales herself on your dick. “My name is Fizzlepop B-Berrytwist!” The unicorn cries out in pleasure as your cock speared her insides.
Your hands grab her hips, lifting the pony up and you let her slam back down. “F-fuck…” She’s tight. So tight it almost hurts as you keep the rhythm. Lifting her up and letting her go back down. Fizzlepop’s horn sparks a bit, her forelegs holding onto your shoulders for support as she starts to fuck you. Her flanks tense each time she goes up and down, starting to pick up speed. “Hold on.”
She whines as you stop her, her quivering insides squeeze your penis rhythmically, trying in vain to get herself off. You stand up and go right to the wall. You rest her back against as her hindlegs get put up over your shoulders. Then you thrust.
The results are immediate. “B-buck!” A warm fluid seeps past the seal between the both of you. “Buck me hard. Cum inside me, please.” She softly begs, nuzzling deep into your neck. Grabbing her a little tighter, you don’t hold back at all. Pounding Fizzlepop for all she’s worth. She cries, groans and squeaks in pleasure as each thrust prods her deepest barrier.
Even after just cumming no more than five minutes ago, you can already feel another one looming closer and closer. Her walls clench on your shaft, a silky smooth sensation rubbing from all sides edges you to the finish.
This mare… She’s awesome. The way her body is angled, gives you the perfect angle to get as deep as you can inside her pussy. Wet noises emanate from your thrusts, only adding to the naughtiness of your sex.
It takes little time for that feeling to well up inside you again, but you don’t hold back. If anything, you push harder and fuck her with all you have. The wall creaks but all you’re focused on is her. Her eyes look up into yours, a burning passion seems to shine from their depths. You lean in and kiss her, right on the lips.
Giving a final thrust, you ejaculate deep inside her. Your semen squirts inside her, filling any empty space inside her pussy as she also reaches her peak. Holding each other close through orgasm is the best feeling you’ve ever had. But all good things must come to an end, your cock soften and slips from her lips with a slurp.
The two of you pant, looking deep into each others eyes once more. Fizzlepop looks up and giggles weakly, making your gaze follow hers. A mistletoe hangs just above your heads in the archway. Fizzlepop hugs you tightly, closing her eyes before taking a deep breath. “You’re a really awesome guy you know that? I’d be crazy to let you go so… Uh… You wanna go out sometime?”
You sit back down on the couch with the pony in your arms, a huge grin coming onto your face. “Sure Fizzie, that sounds good to me. Happy Hearth’s Warming.” The clock strikes midnight as you start to fall asleep, the warm mare in your arms snuggles into you as the fire burns to coal and ash.