> Hard Wood
>  by Omegathyst
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> The Initial Lapse in Faithfulness
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Running with plows strapped to their chests, Bright Mac and Burnt Oak goaded each other on as they raced throughout the fields to see who could clear the field the fastest. While Bright Mac was the taller of the two, his rippling muscles weren’t as visible underneath his fur. He was still faster as he bolted past the shorter Burnt Oak. The dark brown stallion was only shorter by a few inches, but his muscles were clearly visible to any woman that looked at him longer than two seconds. His gray hair ran down to just above his shoulders as he grunted and sweated, looking to beat his best friend at the race they had challenged each other too.

With Bright Mac being twenty years old and Burnt Oak only a few months short from turning twenty himself, they were still youthful enough to enjoy themselves in such a silly manner between guys. However, Bright Mac had started a relationship a few months ago with the lovely woman Pear Butter, known by most as Buttercup. As Burnt Oak gave a burst in his speed to catch up to Bright Mac, his blue eyes widened as he saw his best friend’s marefriend at the opposite field of them. With pale orange fur that was partially covered by a short white shirt that barely concealed her heaving double G breasts and a matching ass covered in blue booty shorts that only went an inch below said fat curvaceous ass, as well as brilliant gamboge-colored hair that was tied up in a ponytail that ran down one of her shoulders, the earth pony woman’s body was the stuff of wet dreams. The fact that his best friend had managed to land such a beautiful woman had made him seethe as he turned to look at Bright Mac, fully intending to best him in front of his own lover. But when he had turned to look at Bright Mac, the stallion had careened towards the fence and broke part of it, making a beeline for the water tower. Burnt Oak initially reached his hand out to try and stop his friend, but the deeper and darker parts of his brain stopped him. Wasn’t this even better than beating his friend, letting him make a complete and utter fool of himself in front of the woman? He still gave the illusion that he was trying to stop his friend, only going slower in his movements and not saying anything as Bright Mac crashed into the water tower. The water tower fell over, crashing onto the ground in glorious fashion as endless water spilled out throughout the field that belonged to the Pears. None of it reached the field of the Apples, and Burnt Oak turned to see the water rushing towards Pear Butter. Unhooking the straps off his chest and bolting ahead of the water, Burnt Oak picked up Pear Butter in his strong arms and rushed to the Apples’ field past the broken fence. Pear Butter stared at the water wide-eyed from the other field as Burnt Oak gently placed her back on her feet.

“Th-Thank you, Oak,” Pear stammered, blushing a little from having her face pressed against such firm abs. She never felt such strength from her coltfriend, let alone such an urgency to protect her, and found herself charmed by Burnt Oak’s powerful figure.

“Not a problem, Pear Butter,” Oak had smiled. Ever since he learned that the nickname Buttercup came from Bright Mac, Burnt Oak couldn’t bring it in himself to refer to her by that name. It was a glaring reminder that such an attractive woman such as Pear Butter was completely off limits, and luckily the mare paid it no attention. The both of them turned to the absolutely destroyed water tower as Bright Mac rushed to the bushes to hide, followed by a much older man than both Bright Mac and Burnt Oak rushing out to the scene with a strong scowl as Pear Butter ran towards her father with Burnt Oak jogging behind her.

“Pear Butter, what did you do?!” Grand Pear snapped.

“I’m uh…I’m n-not sure,” Pear Butter’s lip twitched as she stared at the ground, and Burnt Oak felt his temper flaring up as he noticed Bright Mac was still in the bushes. It was until he walked up to Grand Pear that Bright Mac sprinted out of the bushes to beat his best friend to helping Pear Butter out.

“She didn’t do it sir,” Bright Mac held his hat to his chest, staring directly into Grand Pear’s eyes.

“Excuse me?” Grand Pear’s eyes darted between his daughter and the two stallions. “What in the hay is going on here exactly?”

“Me and Burnt Oak here were having a race in the field over there,” Bright Mac explained. “And I kind of lost my direction and slammed into the water tower.”

“And you?” Grand Pear turned to look at Burnt Oak.

“I helped Pear Butter get out of the way when the water was coming,” Burnt Oak told the older man, restraining himself from giving a shit-faced grin at the turn of events unfolding before him. Sure enough, Grand Pear’s eyes widened as he saw Pear Butter smiling from ear to ear as she stared at Bright Mac.

“You colts stay here a second, I need to speak with my daughter,” Grand Pear insisted, giving a come hither gesture to Pear Butter before the young lady followed her father. Burnt Oak didn’t look to his best friend, instead taking a few steps towards the Pears and overhearing them to the best of his ability.

“No daughter of mine is going to make goo-goo eyes at an Apple!” Grand Pear sneered. “Besides, what’re you doing crushing on that pathetic boy when you had a real man help you out of that mess?!”

“Pa, I never s-said I was into either of them!” Pear Butter protested. “You’re making assumptions, Daddy. That’s not fair…”

“Perhaps I am,” Grand Pear groaned, pinching the bridge of his muzzle with his fingers as he shook his head. “But I don’t trust that Bright Mac character, and considering that he broke the water tower, he ought to fix it without anymore distractions. You can help Burnt Oak in return for what he did for you until the water tower is fixed. I trust that a gentlecolt such as himself won’t do anything to make you uncomfortable.”

“Y-Yeah, you’re right,” Pear Butter nodded, and Burnt Oak couldn’t believe his luck. Even if he never ended up doing anything with the pretty pony woman, he would get way more time with her than Bright Mac would in the upcoming days or even weeks. Perhaps if he was lucky, he would get a chance to rub it into his best friend enough to annoy the yellow stallion, but not enough to genuinely anger him. Plus, he knew that he would need to cover up for them in order to keep Grand Pear from finding out about the relationship. It was a win-win situation! He moved back to Bright Mac, who had kept eyeing the water tower too intently to have heard the conversation or to notice Burnt Oak moving back and forth. Burnt Oak stopped smiling and looked over as Grand Pear and his daughter walked back towards them. Pear Butter, with her muzzle pointed towards the ground a little, still had her blue eyes staring at Burnt Oak for a few heart-pounding moments before smiling and blushing at her dear Bright Mac with one hand rubbing her arm. Burnt Oak found himself ogling her figure despite where her attention was, until Grand Pear glared at his daughter and coughed.

“Excuse me,” Grand Pear waited until his daughter tore her gaze off her secret coltfriend and looked at her father over her shoulder. “It’ll probably take at least a week to fix the water tower back together, probably longer with breaks and all. I don’t want my daughter working in a field with a broken water tower, so if Burnt Oak over here is okay with it, she can stay with him until the water tower is completely fixed. Don’t worry, boy, she’ll be more than happy to help you within reason. And my daughter here has a heart of gold, you need not worry about her giving you trouble.”

“I wouldn’t have doubted it for a second,” Burnt Oak smiled at Grand Pear, not even bothering to look at his best friend’s reaction. Taking a step forward and reaching his hand out, he shook hands with the father of his best friend’s marefriend before continuing. “I’ll make sure she’s taken care of staying with me~”

“Wonderful,” Grand Pear nodded. “Now if you two excuse me, I’ve got to give directions to this dumb Apple over here…”

Burnt Oak saw a strong glare appear on Bright Mac’s face for a split second before his expression became blank as he nodded at Grand Pear. Pear Butter walked up to Burnt Oak, her boobs jiggling with each subtle movement she made towards him as she smiled and batted her eyelashes. Even when she wasn’t trying, Burnt Oak thought, the orange-furred woman was a paragon of femininity and kindness. Before Burnt Oak could properly talk to her, Bright Mac walked up to Burnt Oak.

“You don’t have to do this, y’know,” Bright Mac rubbed the back of his head.

“It’s okay, I don’t mind,” Burnt Oak reassured his best friend. “Just don’t take too long with the tower, okay?”

“Of course,” Bright Mac nodded, turning around and walking back to the broken tower. And Pear Butter waited for their interaction to end to properly talk to him.

“So, I’ve never been to your place before,” Pear Butter giggled. “I suppose you should lead the way. Is it far?”

“I suppose I should, and no, not at all,” Burnt Oak nodded at her before walking towards the field that belonged to the Apples. “It’s right in between Sweet Apple Acres and the marketplace in Ponyville. I’m able to visit Bright Mac and set up shop with just a good jog to where I need to be.”

“That sounds very convenient,” Pear Butter grinned. “And you have your own place at such a young age! How did you end up doing that?”

“Well, I started pursuing woodcutting and selling it when I was sixteen,” Burnt Oak began. “I was looking to have my own place to pursue my dream amongst…other activities without parents around. Let’s just say, I’m sure it’s a lot harder to have alone time with Bright Mac with parents hovering over the both of ya.”

“Oh…oh my,” Pear Butter blushed as she processed what the earth pony man was saying. “I definitely get what you mean. It must be really nice to just enjoy yourself without having them breathing down your back.”

“Even if it’s just for a few days, I’m sure it’ll be great to not have your father lecturing you,” Burnt Oak chuckled as they walked past the many apple trees of Sweet Apple Acres, leaving the farm a few minutes later. “Every grown adult deserves to have some freedom, y’know?”

“Yeah, it feels weird to acknowledge that I’m an adult now, even though I’m still living with my Dad,” Pear Butter nodded. “It was only, what, half a year ago that I turned eighteen? I’ve wanted to try and move in with Bright Mac ever since we started dating shortly after, but I don’t want to leave my father like that. I love him too much.”

“It’s never easy to work yourself up to it,” Burnt Oak agreed, the two of them walking into deep forest. As Pear Butter turned her head towards every sound she heard in the trees, Burnt Oak continued. “But once you get past that first step of moving out and choosing for yourself, it's the best feeling of adulthood. If not now, will you ever make that step? Nothing is stopping you, Pear Butter.”

“Yeah, you’re right,” Pear Butter stopped staring at the creatures chirping and squeaking up in the trees as she stared at a modestly-sized cabin. Grinning, she looked at the taller man and pointed at the cabin. “Did you build this yourself?!”

“Sure did,” Burnt Oak smirked down at Pear Butter before staring ahead at his home. “Took a really long time and some help here and there, but it’s got air conditioning and a working fridge. As well as a bathroom where you can shower and bathe. There’s a guest bedroom where you can rest and afterwards, we can get more of your clothes and whatever else you might need.”

“Oh my gosh, that sounds amazing,” Pear Butter ran ahead of Burnt Oak. “I worked up quite a sweat out there, so I’d love to wash up first. But um, I don’t exactly have any clean clothes to change into.”

“That’s okay,” Burnt Oak said as he caught up to the mare and fished his keys out of his pocket, bringing the right key to the doorknob, the dark brown stallion smirked at the door as he continued. “You could just borrow some of my old clothes till we get your clothes later.”

“Oh yeah! That makes sense,” Pear Butter entered the cabin after Burnt Oak opened the door for her, not noticing the young man’s expression as she hopped towards the bathroom that was right across the living room. Sure, he wouldn’t get to see her exposed figure, but perhaps he and Pear Butter could give Bright Mac a quick visit on the way to getting more of her stuff, and his friend would see her in another stallion’s clothes. The act was as innocent as it was devious, and Burnt Oak waited till Pear Butter closed the door to look over the mail on his kitchen counter. Since the day was dedicated to helping out Bright Mac with the fields, tomorrow he would go to the marketplace to sell as much of his chopped wood as possible. He had plenty of bits from the past few days of selling, but he was running low in his fridge. And with a beautiful guest for the next few days, he knew that he would need to generously stock up the fridge for the occasion. As he finished looking through his mail, he heard Pear Butter calling for him.

“What is it?” Burnt Oak shouted in the direction of the closed door.

“I don’t think I see any towels in here?” He heard Pear Butter shout back. Burnt Oak walked up to the door so that the woman could hear him better.

“That’s because they’re in the dryer,” Burnt Oak told her. “I’ll get one, okay?”

Burnt Oak was pretty sure that he heard the orange earth pony say thank you, but he had already turned to the next room, which happened to be the room containing the washing machine and dryer. Clicking open the dryer, Burnt Oak grabbed the first towel within reach and closed the machine. Walking over to the bathroom door, Burnt Oak gave two knocks to the door.

“You can just leave it next to the sink!” Pear Butter told him.

Burnt Oak opened the door, noticing that Pear Butter was still in the shower washing her hair by the way the earth pony man saw the silhouette of her figure moving through the shower curtains. Not only that, but he could see the silhouette of her generously sized breasts as well. Even though the image was nothing explicit, it was somehow more forbidden to his eyes and loins than if he had seen her chest nearly exposed past her shirt. Feeling blood rushing to his cheeks and somewhere else entirely, Burnt Oak folded the towel and placed it next to the sink before rushing out of the room and slowly closing the door. Pressing his back to the door as if he ran out of the crime scene, Burnt Oak placed a hand over his forehead as he felt his legs about to buckle from the pressure of restrained pleasure. There was no doubt about it, Burnt Oak was way in over his head with accepting to have a taken woman in his home for the next several days. With a strong erection pressed against his pants, Burnt Oak rushed to the sink at the kitchen counter and turned on the cold water. Splashing it against his face, the stallion gasped and found himself cooling off. Even though he wasn’t really bothered at the idea of taking his best friend’s girl, he would never do anything without Pear Butter’s permission. She was a woman that was exposing herself in a vulnerable position staying with him, yet trusted him all the same. As he was wrestling through his mental turmoil, he heard the bathroom doorknob jiggling before the door opened. With Pear Butter wearing nothing but the bright red towel that Burnt Oak had picked out for her, the orange-furred woman closed her eyes and beamed at Oak, who had his clothed half-erection turned away from her and towards the counter.

“So you said that you were going to give me some temporary clothes to wear?” Pear Butter asked.

“Sure am,” Burnt Oak nearly whispered, feeling his voice dying out part way through his response. Taking a deep breath, waiting a few moments to let his erection cool down before turning to the guest room where he guessed Pear Butter was. Entering the room, he saw Pear Butter smiling at him still with the towel wrapped around her. He would’ve paid many bits to know what she was thinking at that moment, but instead he continued to walk past her and opened the dresser where some of his older clothes were. Finding a big dark green t-shirt and dark brown shorts that didn’t quite fit him anymore, Burnt Oak fished out dark gray boxers and turned around and showed the clothes to Pear Butter. Firmly staring into her eyes and using a strong amount of willpower to not let his eyes drift down her figure, he waited till Pear Butter took the clothes.

“I’ll j-just wait on the couch,” Burnt Oak worried that even through his dark fur, Pear Butter could see the strong blush forming on his face. The orange-furred woman just nodded and he turned his back to her and closed the door behind him when he walked out. Waiting for a few moments,  focusing on his plans for tomorrow as best he could, he heard the doorknob jiggling before Pear Butter opened the door and walked out.

Wearing the shirt that was slightly oversized on her with no bra, and wearing the boxers and shorts that went down to her knees, the display of Pear Butter wearing his clothes renewed the blood rushing to his face and loins. He couldn’t even hide his eyes widening for a few moments before shaking his head, standing up and walking towards the front door.

“You ready?” Burnt Oak asked, not letting his best friend’s marefriend get a full-frontal look of his bulge. Truth be told, the young stallion was more hung than most, and Pear Butter would immediately know that he was aroused from how easily his length pushed against his pants. So before Pear Butter even answered, the woodcutter opened the door and began trudging back towards Sweet Apple Acres. After a few minutes of walking, did Pear Butter completely catch up with him, the earth pony man had softened enough by the time she did so, and he let out a long exhale.

“You okay?” Pear Butter asked.

“Y-Yeah,” Burnt Oak stammered. “Just, uh, walking back and forth to my cabin after plowing the fields is more workout for my body than I’m used to. Woodcutting doesn’t exactly build your body for cardio, y’know?”

“That’s fair,” Pear Butter agreed. “You must be more than ready to sleep then. Do you…want me to cook for you? Granted I usually work with pears, but I’m sure I can improvise with whatever is in your fridge!”

“You don’t have to do that,” Burnt Oak waved his hand towards Pear Butter, but she quickly shook her head.

“Nonsense, I even have my own special apron!” Pear Butter insisted. “If there isn’t much to cook with, I can always throw together a salad. What do you say?”

“Sure,” Burnt Oak nodded, pushing back the image of what Pear Butter would look like in nothing but the apron. “Thank you, by the way. It’ll be nice to have a long shower myself after all this...”

Burnt Oak and Pear Butter hardly said anything else the whole walk until they approached Bright Mac inspecting the broken water tower. The way Pear Butter ran down the field towards him was a glaring reminder who she chose, who she desired. Granted, he had no romantic feelings towards her, but to live with such a bombshell of an earth pony woman was becoming maddening. He watched as Bright Mac hugged her and grinned for a brief moment, before his eyes drifted down to her outfit.

“Er, is that-”

“Burnt Oak was nice enough to let me shower and borrow clothes before we came back,” Pear Butter explained, pulling her face away from his soft chest to smile up at her coltfriend. “Don’t worry! I’m going to return the favor and make him some food when we get home~”

Burnt Oak watched as his best friend’s frown morphed into a full-on scowl as he looked down at the slightly shorter man. Stepping back from the hug, Bright Mac looked back at Pear Butter.

“Can I speak with my friend for a second?”

Burnt Oak wasn’t the least bit worried, not intending to do anything despite his mounting arousal for her. So when Pear Butter nodded, stating she was going to get some clothes and other necessities back at her house before dashing out of sight, Burnt Oak didn’t budge as Bright Mac walked towards him.

“Hey, I know Grand Pear sent her to your house because he doesn’t want us talking to each other…” Bright Mac’s ears flattened against his bright red hair as he averted his eyes. “But we’re best friends, right? I can trust that nothing will happen between you two?”

“Bright Mac,” Burnt Oak laughed, walking up to his friend and clapping his shoulder with one hand. “The lady is super in love with you, dude. I can’t imagine her making a move on anypony else, and that’s the honest truth.”

“Yeah, you’re right,” Bright Mac shook his head with a small smile. “That was a dumb question, huh? We haven’t popped the L word yet, but I definitely could see how happy she is when she’s with me. Sorry about that.”

“No problem, Mac,” Burnt Oak removed his hand from the yellow-furred man, watching as Pear Butter was sprinting back to them with a full backpack and a few extra clothes in her arms. “Guess that’s our cue, we’ll see you soon, okay?”

“Okay,” Burnt Oak nodded and began his walk back to give the couple the decency of having one last conversation before they would have to be separated for the next few days or longer. He didn’t tell a single lie with the words he said. He never said that he wouldn’t make a move if the opportunity arose, but he was sure that Pear Butter would stay faithful. A lady such as her wouldn’t go out of her way to date somepony forbidden unless she was fully committed…

…right?



Pear Butter, who even in her own mind preferred to refer to herself as Buttercup, happily chopped away at vegetables on a cutting board while humming a little tune to herself. With Burnt Oak in the shower, Buttercup had been getting out vegetables and fruits from the fridge to prepare a salad for the both of them. After a few minutes, Buttercup had two bowls of mixed greens with several kinds of fruit decorated over both of them. Placing them on the table, Buttercup sat at the table and waited a good ten minutes before getting bored. Seeing that the door to the bathroom was creaked open, Buttercup stood up and walked to the bathroom.

“Burnt Oak?” The orange earth pony spoke in a normal level of voice, cursing herself for such when he didn’t reply. Pushing the door open, the second attempt died completely in her throat when she saw the dark brown stallion’s figure. She could even see the silhouette of his abs through the shower curtain, but that wasn’t the main attraction. She saw what had to be at least eight inches of flaccid cock, and that wasn’t even considering the size of him at full mast. Despite her morals, she just knew she had to sneak a peek of the goods without him noticing…

Despite having recently started dating the guy of her dreams, the sweet and charming Bright Mac of the Apple family, even that dream scenario wasn’t without its downsides. Despite the fact that Bright Mac would bring her flowers for her room on several occasions, and snuck apple dishes to her door whenever Grand Pear was out of town, her first time with him and the few times that had occurred after that were…lacking. She enjoyed herself, but nothing more. It wasn’t the savage ruttings that left her orgasms rushing to her body in succession, her tongue lolling out her mouth and leaving her moaning like a two-bit whore like the erotic novels she read had left her hoping. And she wasn’t even sure what was missing! While it didn’t leave her upset due to his rush of affectionate gestures, Buttercup would’ve been lying if she had said that she’d be opposed to experiencing a far more rugged man in the bedroom. One that didn’t treat her like she was a delicate china, but one that treated her as a woman.

Seeing that his head was pointed the opposite direction, Buttercup got on her hands and knees and slowly crawled to the right side of the shower, delicately moving the curtain back while her heart was pounding. She could only imagine how infuriated Burnt Oak would be from her taking a peek, assuming his best friend’s girl was trying to seduce him, but she planned on trying to brush it off as mere curiosity if it came to that. Besides, Bright Mac would believe Buttercup’s word over Burnt Oak’s in a heartbeat, so the devious mare had her plans set. As soon as she moved the curtain quietly, she looked up the toned cheeks of Burnt Oak’s ass to see his cock, and the earth pony woman was far from disappointed.

Seeing that his length was darker than the rest of his fur, a trait he shared with Bright Mac who had a dark yellow cock, his cock was bigger flaccid than Bright Mac’s length was fully erect. Her coltfriend was only six inches erect, and while that was quite stimulating for her first time, she was already bored with it. Seeing the delicious tip that practically needed to be in a willing mare’s mouth, Buttercup had made up her mind. Pulling back and crawling away without making a sound, Buttercup decided that she had to try and get that dick inside her. If it were any other stallion, the orange mare knew it would’ve been as easy as bending over and politely asking. But this was Bright Mac’s best friend, and she would have to play a longcon to ease him into enjoying her presence in more ways than one. Fortunately, she had brought several skimpy outfits as well as regular ones depending on the weather, and had an idea of where to start…



Burnt Oak had placed sets of wood on his table to chop into even pieces to sell. It had been four days since he let Pear Butter stay at his home and found that he had to steel his resistance more than ever before. Each time Pear Butter went out for a walk or just moved around in the cabin, she wore painfully short clothing like the day he had rescued her from the water. And now today he had made the deadly mistake of allowing her to help him with his work. Not because he feared her cutting herself, but because he would have to get a closeup shot of sweat rolling down her figure. Just when he was imagining said sweat drops rolling down Pear Butter’s generously-sized bust, he saw the door open, revealing the young woman in her short hot pink shirt and short shorts. The shirt was short enough to reveal her midriff, only leaving a small fraction of her boobs to the imagination, almost as if the shirt was fighting to contain such big breasts. He found himself staring all too long, hearing a cough that brought his attention back to Pear Butter. Feeling his blood run cold at getting caught, he was taken off guard to see Pear Butter smirking rather than angry.

“I…uh, Pear Butter, it’s not what it looks li-”

“Shhhh~” Pear Butter gently shushed the man. “Let’s not get sidetracked now, okay? I want to learn how you do this here passion of yours.”

With the past several days being unable to jerk off or invite any mares over due to Pear Butter’s presence, Burnt Oak felt himself constantly on edge whenever she was around, and even sometimes when she wasn’t. He was at the point where if she had jumped his bones, he wouldn’t resist in the slightest. As soon as she returned to her father, Burnt Oak reminded himself, he would go to the nearest bar and find himself a partner for the night. His balls felt painfully full, and they practically screamed to be emptied as he moved aside for Pear Butter to stand right beside him.

“So y-you’ll want to watch and observe for now,” Burnt Oak began, returning his firm grip to the saw as he placed it over one of the uncut pieces of wood. “Because lady or not, you don’t want to practice this completely blind to the steps. So, you want to line up the saw exactly at the angle you plan on cutting the wood and stick to it. Don’t move in random directions or you risk cutting yourself, alright?”

“Makes sense,” Pear Butter nodded, and Burnt Oak looked to see a faint red on her cheeks. Did she feel flattered that he admired her chest, or embarrassed? Either way, he took a deep breath and promised to actually teach her the skill of woodcutting, even if she’d only do it in one day. Focusing his saw on where he wanted to cut, he began vigorously moving it back and forth until the wood cut perfectly even. His social blunder earlier no longer bothering him, he felt a rush of pride as he looked at her.

“Now you can try,” Burnt Oak placed the saw next to the wood and took a step back, looking at Pear Butter and smiling at her. “Don’t worry, I’ll be watching you the whole time.”

“Uh, y-yeah,” Pear Butter giggled as she stepped to where Burnt Oak was, picking up the saw and hovering it above the rest of the wood. “Um, you don’t mind if you have your hands around my arms? Like to help me with my movements?”

“Oh, yeah sure!” Burnt Oak felt confusion and excitement warring inside him. Surely she wouldn’t ask him to touch her if she was bothered by his presence! Walking up to the shorter woman, Burnt Oak lined himself directly behind her as he placed his hands underneath her elbows and steadied her shaking arms till they stood still in the presence of a confident stallion. Burnt Oak then moved his hands till they were around her arms, helping her move the saw back and forth. As he was doing this, he felt his hands brush against her ridiculously big breasts each time she moved her arms back. The fact that he couldn’t actually grope them was maddening, and he felt his senses relieved when she cut the wood funny, taking a step back to allow her to hop up and down in place.

“I did it!” Pear Butter grinned, bouncing back and having her fat ass bump Burnt Oak square in the nuts, causing the earth pony man to gasp and step back, nearly keeling over. Pear Butter turned around with her hand over her mouth, watching as Burnt Oak stood completely back up.

“Oh my goodness, are you okay?!” Pear Butter gasped.

“Erk, yeah,” Burnt Oak placed his hand over his clothed groin, rubbing it as he grunted. “Hurt a bit, but just give me a minute.”

“I really should check it,” Pear Butter insisted, getting on her knees and staring at the area between his legs. “Duh, of course you’re not bleeding. My ass isn’t sharp or anything. But you could’ve bruised yourself bad. Let me get a quick look?”

“Uh,” Burnt Oak’s mouth flapped like a fish out of water, his ears flattening as a full-on blush appeared on his face. There was no hiding it, and the inevitable erection that would come from Pear Butter looking at his junk, so he came up with the best explanation he could come up with. “Don’t be th-that shocked if Oak jr. down there gets erect, alright? Happens if anypony touches down there…”

“It’s your body, I won’t be mad,” Pear Butter shrugged, and Burnt Oak couldn’t tell if her cheeks were normally that dark or if she was blushing a bit as well. “Now let’s see the damage that oh…”

Pear Butter’s blue eyes widened as her jaw dropped a little, having only unzipped Burnt Oak’s pants and pulled them down a little bit to see the stallion’s bulge hidden behind his boxers. Pulling the boxers down more slowly, almost as if she was hyping herself up before opening up a present, Pear Butter gave a soft gasp as his fat half-erect length was revealed. Burnt Oak’s blood went cold as he realized that he must’ve already been worked up from having his crotch pressed against Pear Butter’s pornstar-proportioned ass.

“Agh!” Burnt Oak winced at his own blunder. “Don’t mind that, I was just…”

“You really don’t need to explain yourself,” Pear Butter giggled with a roll of her eyes. “Besides, it's way better to see this up close than far away…”

“Wait, what?” Burnt Oak felt his heart thundering in his chest, wondering what in the hay she was talking about, unless…”Wait, that was you? I thought something just fell over in the bathroom.”

“You think I was able to go a full 24 hours living with you without wanting to know what you were packing?” Pear Butter laughed, before unwittingly inhaling with her muzzle centimeters away from his dick, her senses getting clouded by the overwhelming power of his masculine sweaty musk. As her eyes rolled to the back of her head, Burnt Oak was also enjoying watching sweat rolling down her face from the heat and brief work before snapping out of it from the sound of her smacking her lips. Reality came crashing in at that very moment, a mixture of guilt and shock rocking his mind to its core. Why did he now feel bad for Bright Mac? Was it because the guy trusted him, or already feared Pear Butter being unfaithful? Did Pear Butter do anything to make the yellow stallion fearful? And more importantly…

“Are we actually doing this?” Burnt Oak barely managed his voice above a whisper, not wanting to directly say no to her. After all, with her tongue so close to his sensitive cock and balls, and her heavy breathing teasing those parts, the earth pony man knew that much better stallions would succumb to the big booty and fat tits of Pear Butter. He didn’t know who her mother was, but knew she had to have been absolutely packing tits and ass. Burnt Oak watched as Pear Butter snickered before pressing her muzzle against the tip of his cock, fluttering her eyelashes as she prepared him for what she was about to say next.

“If you don’t stop me~” was the last words Pear Butter said before swirling her tongue around the tip. With her having started off at his weak spot, Burnt Oak grunted and nearly thrusted against her. Then, the orange-furred woman brought her mouth to his musky balls and took a deep whiff of them before popping one in her mouth. Swirling her tongue around the ball and slightly moaning around it, Burnt Oak watched as she slightly humped the air while sucking on his ball. With her hands resting on his shorts, she didn’t even touch herself as she switched to slathering the other ball with her saliva. Burnt Oak’s once half-erect length had become fully rock hard at the realization that he was actually able to get with the lady that he thought was physically off-limits. He felt like he was going to burst if he didn’t get some kind of touch directly on his cock, and thanked Celestia as Pear Butter moved up to the underside of the base of his stiff dick and kissed up back to the tip where she had started. Opening her mouth, Pear Butter took the tip in her mouth and swirled her tongue around it again before taking several inches past her lips. With his dick fully hard, it was now ten inches for Pear Butter to handle and he knew that eventually it would hit the entrance to her throat. Most women that he had the pleasure of mouth-fucking didn’t deepthroat him but instead used their hands to jerk off the rest of his length in order to please him. But when Pear Butter inhaled past the half point, part of it entering her throat, Burnt Oak nearly came on the spot. Pre-cum spurting down her throat, Burnt Oak shut his eyes and gently bucked further into her mouth without thinking twice. Not hearing any protest, Burnt Oak steadily fucked her face in addition to her efforts to blow him.

Burnt Oak only opened his eyes when he suddenly felt his entire length engulfed in mare mouth, seeing that Pear Butter had not only managed to hilt his entire length in her mouth and partially down her throat, but that the mare had begun to moan like a two-bit whore on the side of the street as one hand had abandoned the earth pony man’s leg to furiously rub her own clit. With her ears flattened to her head and her eyes rolling to the back of her head, the sheer look of need on her face was enough to snap something in Burnt Oak’s mind. Pulling back till only half his length was in her mouth, Burnt Oak slammed the rest of his length back in. Hearing her gag, and her moaning raising an octave as tears came to her eyes as a natural response, Burnt Oak continued the same potion. The loud plap plap plap of his balls viciously slapping her chin competing with her whorish moaning was causing the stud’s orgasm to approach his body at a rushing speed. Pear Butter showed no signs of relenting, wanting more of his cock until he came. Grunting and hilting himself one more time in the taken mare’s mouth, Burnt Oak muttered a “fuck” underneath his breath as he felt shot after shot of his load pouring down the orange pony woman’s throat. Sighing with a small smile showing on his face, Burnt Oak shut his eyes as he grabbed both sides of Pear Butter’s hair and gently humped the rest of his load down to her willing stomach. Once he was completely done, he let go of Pear Butter’s hair and pulled his slickened cock out of her mouth. Pear Butter gasped for air and panted, her gaze completely unfocused as drool fell out of her open mouth. Her hands were no longer on Burnt Oak’s legs or her own clit, resting on the dirt along with her knees as she caught her breath.

“H-Holy fucking moon and st-stars,” Pear Butter gasped. “Th-That was way better than anything the erotic novels could’ve prepared me f-for…”

“Bright Mac wasn’t like that for you?” Burnt Oak pried before he could stop himself, but he was also very tired of pretending to be the perfect friend. He had already busted a nut inside Bright Mac’s marefriend, so what if he pushed the envelope?

“No, he wasn’t,” Pear Butter sighed, standing up and showing off her barely clothed and jiggling breasts front and center as she dusted off her clothes. “He made love to me, but he didn’t dare fuck me. He said that he was afraid of taking it too far and making me feel like an object.”

“But?” Burnt Oak tilted her head, watching as she looked into his eyes while her head was still pointed down towards the ground.

“But I want to feel like an object,” Pear Butter admitted. “Nothing in my life has turned me on than the moment you just used my mouth.”

Burnt Oak felt another rush of blood go to his loins, and found himself less torn about what to do. Pear Butter had made her wants very clear, and what did it matter if they did anything since they already did do something? Burnt Oak blatantly ogled Pear Butter’s pale orange honkers this time, licking his lips before looking back into her eyes and pointing to the door.

“Go back inside, I’m not halfway done with you yet,” Burnt Oak huffed, completely kicking off his pants and boxers and picking them up into his arm. “If you’re going to act like a cheating slut, I might as well treat you like one.”

Pear Butter bit her lip before nodding and turning around, showing off her two massive globes barely concealed in her booty shorts, her tail conveniently moved out of the way. As Burnt Oak got an eyeful of them, he reached over and smacked her ass. Watching her fat ass jiggle and listening to her give a sharp moan before rushing back into the cabin, Burnt Oak smirked as he slowly walked into the cabin himself. Now that their decision was already sealed, he wasn’t going to be done with the Pear lady until he had marked every part of her body with him. Closing the door behind him, Burnt Oak saw Pear Butter near the couch stripping out of her attire, pulling her pink shirt off and tossing it to the floor and revealing all her breasts. Way bigger than most of the mares in Ponyville, Pear Butter’s pale orange boobs had cute bright orange nipples that were hard for him to see.

“I’m assuming you want to experience these next?” Pear Butter brought her hands underneath her massive boobs, lifting them up and pointing them towards Burnt Oak’s line of vision. Burnt Oak growled, walking past Pear Butter and sitting on the couch with his erection rock hard once again. Before Pear Butter could assume his intent, the dark brown earth pony slapped his exposed leg.

“Since I gave you the incredible fantasy you wanted, how about you indulge me a little?” Burnt Oak asked. “Bring those fat tits over here, I want you to work for my seed. Show me how much you want this dick.”

Pear Butter walked right in front of him, getting on her knees as she brought her pillowy breasts to his dick. Sandwiching the glorious bitchbreaker in her boobs and moving them up and down, Pear Butter found herself getting sopping wet more than ever before. Having blown him and now jerking him off with her boobs, her dripping pussy remained untouched in her shorts. Having briefly rubbed her clit earlier, she didn’t even get to cum and decided to save that for later. Hopefully her skills would earn her a proper dicking inside, and so Pear Butter looked up at Burnt Oak and smirked, bringing her hands to her boobs once again and moving them up and down his throbbing dick.

Burnt Oak sighed, resting his head on the couch and relishing the velvety soft sensation of the mare putting herself to work, moving her magnificent boobs up and down his shaft. Glancing down at Pear Butter, he watched as precum rolled down his dick and lubed the space in between her boobs as she began to stroke him up and down faster with her boobs. Feeling a boost of bravado from the sight, Burnt Oak began bucking his hips and thrusting his rock hard cock up and down between her tits.

“That’s right, earn your keep you slut,” Burnt Oak grunted, the tip of his dick nearly bopping Pear Butter’s muzzle as he thrusted faster against her boobs. He didn’t care how many times Bright Mac would lay his marefriend when she returned, she would never forget the way Burnt Oak had marked her body. Feeling a second orgasm cumming on, Burnt Oak grabbed a fistful of Pear Butter’s hair firmly but not too hard as he thrusted harder.

“Close your eyes, you’re about to get your reward,” Burnt Oak snarled, giving a few final thrusts towards her face before he came. Hot white ropes of his cum landed all over Pear Butter’s face, landing on her muzzle and over her closed eyes, streaks even landing in her messed up hair, on her ears, and caking her breasts. He then let go of her hair, watching as she moved back. Before he could utter another command, Pear Butter grinned wide before licking the cum around her face. Slurping it up, Pear Butter then opened her eyes and brought her tongue to her heaving breasts, licking off as much of it that she could reach. Watch her giggling at her own display, Burnt Oak found himself steadily getting hard a third time. He couldn’t blame himself for getting back into it so quickly. The times he saw Pear Butter’s bomb figure and unable to do anything was killing him at the time, and he owed it to himself to take full advantage of the opportunity she was willingly giving to him. After Pear Butter was finished cleaning his cum off her face and breasts, giving a happy mmmm at the taste, Burnt Oak pointed at her booty shorts.

“Get rid of those,” Burnt Oak ordered. “You did amazing, and now I ought to reward you properly. Get ready to have some real dick inside of you~”

“Y-Yes sir,” Pear Butter stood up, slowly shimmying herself out of her shorts, struggling with how fat her ass was, and taking off her pink panties at the same time. Revealing her dark orange pussy lips and the clit snug in between them to Burnt Oak, the earth pony man brought his hand to his dick and began stroking himself off.

“Now turn around,” Burnt Oak told her, twirling his finger to gesture as much.

Pear Butter shuddered, biting her lip and turning around without another word. Burnt Oak’s jaw dropped as he got to see the massive dumptruck that the woman was hiding in her shorts. He was pretty sure that she could bend over and balance all kinds of shit on those bubbly fat surfaces, and only remembered what Pear Butter was really there for when she brought her hands to the middle of her cheeks, prying them apart and revealing her asshole and glistening wet pussy. Burnt Oak stood up, and just as Pear Butter began to look over her shoulder, with fluttering bedroom eyes and tongue lolling out of her mouth, Burnt Oak gave a harsh smack to her other ass cheek. Pear Butter gasped, and took the initiative to walk over and press her hands on the couch with her head pointed towards the furniture and her ass on full display once more. Burnt Oak walked up right behind her and smacked his length right in between her ass cheeks, groping each cheek with his hands before moving his hot-dogged dick up and down her entrance and teasing it.

“Hnnnng,” Pear Butter groaned. “P-Please…”

“Please what?” Burnt Oak snickered.

“Please fuck me,” Pear Butter moaned, pushing her ass further against Burnt Oak’s dick. “Let me cum, Burnt Oak. I can’t take it anymore, too long have I had to settle for mediocre dick. Fuck me till I can’t walk, I need it so ba-AHN!”

Pear Butter cried out as Burnt Oak lined up the tip of his cock with her entrance and pushed the first two inches inside. The molten hot feeling of her tight pussy’s walls squeezing against his dick, paired with the cheating woman continuing to moan and gasp like a whore on the side of the street, spurred on the stallion. He proceeded to push further inside her until over half his length was in her. It was the exact amount that Bright Mac was able to pack inside her at most.

“Hey,” Burnt Oak steadily pulled inch after inch of his bitchbreaker till only the tip was inside, the earth pony man giving Pear Butter’s ass a gentle smack to get her attention. “I’m going to thrust more inside, let me know if it gets to be too much, alright?”

“You better go further,” Pear Butter demanded, barely wiggling her ass cheeks. Her pale orange cheeks were so bubbly and thick, the sight of them barely jiggling gave most strippers a run for their money. That plus her assertive words made Burnt Oak feel obligated to put her in her place. Sinking more of his length till almost all of it was inside her, he issued several more harsh smacks to her ass.

“FUCK YES!” Pear Butter threw her head back and howled, squeezing her walls around his dick as she growled. “RUIN MY HOLE FOR ANYPONY ELSE!”

Burnt Oak pulled back, and this time dared to hilt her with everything he had. Slamming his entire length inside her, his musky balls slapping against her clit, Pear Butter gave an incoherent howl as she squirted all over his dick. Screaming to the heavens, Pear Butter’s entire body was trembling as she was seeing stars from it all. It was one thing to be a good girl and have a sweet coltfriend that did all the right things, but to take all of that and throw it away in the moment for real pleasure? The crashing realization that she was taking what she wanted so carelessly caused another orgasm to happen immediately after the first one. The pleasure wouldn’t end when Burnt Oak started to thrust into her proper. He only gave her a few seconds to get used to gentle thrusts before it escalated into jackhammering, pulling most of his length out and slamming it back in. Pear Butter barely held on, pushing her hands deep into the cushions and steadying her trembling legs as she willed herself not to collapse into the couch.

“Hnng! Yes! FUCK!” Pear Butter wailed. “Ahn! Breed me!”

Assuming that the cheating slut was likely on birth control, Burnt Oak pushed himself to fulfill her “request.” Snarling and hilting himself inside of her, Burnt Oak gave a long sigh as he unloaded his seed inside Pear Butter’s desperate pussy. Shot after shot entered her fertile depths, and even if she wasn’t getting pregnant, Burnt Oak took joy in emptying his hot warm load inside Pear Butter even if he wouldn’t get to do it again the next day. With the exhaustion of three orgasms in quick succession, Burnt Oak took a little longer to warm himself back up while Pear Butter teased him, smirking at him and rubbing her clit until he was eventually hard again. This time, Pear Butter was on the couch facing him with her flexible legs pressed firmly on each side of her head in a mating press by Burnt Oak’s muscular arms. With more ease, Burnt Oak pushed half his length back inside her. Getting to actually look at her face in the mating press position, Burnt Oak savored her expression contorting. With her steady gasps and her eyes rolling to the back of her head, he didn’t hesitate to return to jackhammering her. His slickened cock pistoning in and out of her soaked pussy and his balls now slapping her fat ass, Burnt Oak leaned in and stared at Pear Butter’s eyes.

“Say I’m better than him,” Burnt Oak snarled. “Or I’m pulling out~”

“YOU’RE SO MUCH BETTER THAN BRIGHT MAC!” Pear Butter wailed, her blood going cold at the idea of the superior man taking away the best thing to happen to her pussy. “Please! I need more of that thick, delicious cum! Plug it in my naughty cunt so I don’t forget who my pussy belongs to!”

“Damn right,” Burnt Oak agreed. “Rub that clit, I want to see you properly get off to this…”

Pear Butter rushed to bring her hand to her clit, furiously rubbing it as her thoughts faded away. There was only the overpowering sensation of pleasure, of stimulating her clit and being so throughly filled and fucked by a real man. As she shut her eyes and embraced the pleasure, she wasn’t the least bit prepared for Burnt Oak lunging forward and biting down on one of her pillowy breasts. Howling and convulsing from her feet to the tips of her fingers, Pear Butter threw her head back against the couch and creamed all over Burnt Oak’s pistoning bitchbreaker. Watching her cum fly out around his dick was the final straw, Burnt Oak hilting her and letting out a deep grunt as he creampied her a second time. With so much cum already coming in and out of her body, he saw some of his seed gushing out and staining his couch. Pulling out, he proceeded to slap Pear Butter’s thigh with his softening dick.

“Clench your pussy shut,” Burnt Oak ordered, watching as the orange-furred woman did so. “Good, I’ll be getting that plug shortly. But first, you’ll be cleaning off this cock before I go to bed.”

Pear Butter sluggishly moved up, moaning as she took Burnt Oak’s soaked dick in her hand and proceeded to inhale all of it in her mouth, swirling her tongue around her own cum on his cock and gulping it down.

Burnt Oak snickered, he could get used to this…



Feeling the sun sneaking through the window curtains, Burnt Oak creaked his eyes open. Having four orgasms the day before took a lot of energy out of him, and sleeping a lot longer than he normally did left him feeling completely rejuvenated. Sitting up in bed and stretching his arms out, giving a big yawn before scratching his back, Burnt Oak slid out of bed and walked towards his door. Not sure whether to strut around in his own home with the biggest smirk or to wait for Pear Butter to speak first, he had placed his hand on the doorknob and took a deep breath. He knew Pear Butter wouldn’t be the kind of woman to start making stuff up because she regretted what she did with him, but would she want to do it with him again? Would she be ashamed? Or just happy to leave it as something that happened in the heat of the moment? Opening the door, Burnt Oak eyes’ widened as Pear Butter had placed two plates with hayburgers on them, the only article of clothing that she was wearing was the mint green apron she had mentioned that had a heart on it. It left her fat ass completely exposed, and Burnt Oak was caught ogling it as Pear Butter smirked at him and used a come hither gesture with her hand as soon as she placed the plates on the table.

“Don’t be shy~” Pear Butter giggled. “This is your own house, isn’t it? Plus, I should still be helping you.”

Burnt Oak nodded, his tongue in knots as he walked to his seat at the table and sat across from Pear Butter as she took her seat. Bringing his hayburger closer to him, smelling the savory aroma of various spices that the earth pony woman must’ve mixed into the hay, Burnt Oak glanced up at the woman. She didn’t take a seat next to him, trying to cuddle up to him, nor did she ignore him outright. Still, even if he wasn’t entirely a man of honesty like his best friend was, he was a man of transparency.

“Thank you for the breakfast,” Burnt Oak smiled briefly, before having it disappear with a cough. “So, I better make something clear. I think you’re hot, great to talk to, but I’m not about to have you leave Bright Mac for me. I could tell you both have strong feelings for each other, so I’d never be able to forgive myself if I was the reason your guys’ love fell apart. I can’t say I’d be too happy if you told him either, but that’s your decision.”

“Woah,” Pear Butter brought a hand to her lips. “That’s a lot to unpack before we’ve even tucked into our food, don’t you think?”

“Yeah, but I didn’t want to leave anything up in the air,” Burnt Oak shrugged. “So what are your thoughts on the matter?”

“Well…” Pear Butter placed her hand back on the table. “Bright Mac is the best coltfriend I could’ve asked for, and I certainly wouldn’t want to end the relationship. And you have nothing to worry about. While you give amazing dick, I don’t have any romantic feelings for you. So I’m happy to have no dating.”

“Glad we’re on the same page with that!” Burnt Oak grinned from ear to ear, having to deal with women feeling the opposite way more often than not. “So…does that mean you want to keep this going? I promise that I won’t breathe a word of this to Bright Mac unless you do first. I know that while you’re technically not faithful to him anymore, you care about your relationship.”

“That’s good to hear,” Pear Butter smiled. “And yes, your services will be useful whenever I need that particular itch scratched.”

“Huh, my services,” Burnt Oak snickered, getting up and walking towards where Pear Butter sat. The orange-furred woman instinctively stood up, and bit her lip when Burnt Oak reached forward and roughly groped her pillowy thick boob through her apron. “If I remember correctly, you were telling me I was far better in the bedroom than your own coltfriend was. You loved how thick my cock was so much that you were even ogling it in the shower, isn’t that right?”

“Y-Yes,” Pear Butter placed one leg over the other, shuddering as she began to feel just as wet as the day before. She couldn’t hide it from Burnt Oak, who smirked as he twirled his finger.

“Why don’t you bend over and show me how much you wanted it?” Burnt Oak suggested, watching as Pear Butter twirled around and revealed her fat ass to him again. Bending over and pressing her hands against the table’s surface, ignoring her initial hunger to eat breakfast replaced with a roaring hunger for something else entirely, Pear Butter gasped as she felt Burnt Oak’s hardening cock sandwiched between her pussy lips, her arousal lubricating his dick for several teasing moments before he pressed the tip of his cock to her entrance. Pear Butter didn’t even need to beg this time, releasing a loud cry as Burnt Oak steadily plunged his fat cock back inside her pussy.

Burnt Oak smirked as he placed his hands on each side of Pear Butter’s fat ass, starting to thrust into her, anticipating what was to cum over the next few days. Nearly his entire length was inside Pear Butter, and the orange-furred woman didn’t realize how much she missed the hard length inside her over the span of one night. While she enjoyed the idea of rubbing herself out shortly after their fucking session on her own bed in the guest bedroom, she had fallen asleep before she could take a shower. She woke up and took a shower shortly before making breakfast for the two, nearly rubbing one out from the deep smell of musk and cum on her. Even though she had thoroughly washed herself to be presentable, it barely mattered when the stud was already inside her again and ready to wreck her into a moaning mess before the day even truly began.

“Tell me where else you’d like me to fuck you~” Burnt Oak insisted. “Cause you’re definitely dirty enough to do it in the kitchen? Where else would you want me to do it? The shower? Out in the woods? What if I pounded you in the outskirts of Sweet Apple Acres in the dead of night, and you had to stifle your moans? Lest that coltfriend of yours walk out and see you?”

Pear Butter’s eyes shot wide open at the sudden fantasy opening up in her brain, and before she could say her thoughts on it, her pussy clenched tightly around Burnt Oak’s dick as she nearly came. Gripping the table with her hands more firmly as her gigantic boobs swayed forth and slapped back against her chest with each thrust he made against her, each firm collision of his balls against her clit from most of his length being inside her. She was sure with how used to the dickings her pussy was becoming, he would be able to successfully hilt her again. And sure enough, she felt all ten inches of his length penetrating her, breaking her to admit her true desires.

“YES!” Pear Butter howled at the top of her lungs, not caring if anyone walking past the cabin might’ve heard the two going at it. Tartarus, she didn’t even care if they knew it was her getting dicked down by somepony that wasn’t Bright Mac. The overly optimistic yellow stallion wouldn’t believe them anyways, and probably wouldn’t even put two and two together if he heard her getting fucked by his best friend from afar. Starting to feel Burnt Oak slow down only for the earth pony man to pick up the pace and jackhammer her in earnest, the pleasurable roughness nearly caused her to lose her grip on the table as she screamed with each thrust. “Fuck! Yes! Please! Take me in Sweet Apple Acres for all I care! Fuck me against a tree, fuck me in the trees if you want! So long as I can keep having this cock, there’s almost nothing I’d refuse!”

Burnt Oak growled, giving a particularly sharp thrust as a rush of lust went to his loins. The many ways he could fuck Pear Butter, all the possibilities that he could embrace now that this bombshell of a mare was his lust-filled reality and no longer just a pitiful longing from afar, would’ve made him cum on the spot if it weren’t for the fact that enough experience made him no longer a quick-shot like a year ago. Instead, he even held back a little, simply holding his entire dick in the pony woman’s for a few moments before jackhammering again. The most beautiful part was Pear Butter whining and even thrusting back so that she was fucking herself on his dick when he didn’t move, and when he would start jackhammering again, she would stop and allow him to take the wheel again as a good submissive mare would.

This pattern repeated for a while before Pear Butter started howling an octave louder, twerking her ass cheeks and making them clap in a needy way to entice the fucking stud even further.

“YES! FUCK ME!” Pear Butter bellowed. “MAKE ME CUM, MAKE ME SQUIRT ALL OVER THAT SUPERIOR DICK!”

“Celestia damn, you’re a loud one,” Burnt Oak grunted underneath his breath, but happily obliged regardless as he resumed pounding her pony pussy. Squealing with her eyes rolling to the back of her head and drool slipping out of her open mouth and onto the table, Pear Butter gave a high-pitched feminine moan as her pussy clenched around Burnt Oak’s dick again. This time, however, marecum squirted out of the pony woman’s pussy and around the stud’s dick as she kept twerking her ass. Imagining that even in the tender romantic moments with her coltfriend, her still having an itch for Burnt Oak’s cock, spurred on the stud and even gave him an idea. Stopping entirely and unsheathing his entire dick from the busty mare’s depths, Burnt Oak gave one of the jar cutie marks on Pear Butter’s ass cheeks a sharp smack as he waited for her to look over her shoulder expectedly.

“I’d like to try a position, if you could put our food on the counter,” Burnt Oak requested in a much softer tone. “And take off the apron, as much as I love how it looks on you~”

“Y-Yes, Burnt Oak,” Pear Butter gulped, standing up straight and no longer having her hands on the table as she unhooked the strings of the apron and placed it on the nearby counter. Taking the plates of hayburgers that were luckily still warm and also putting them on the counter. And being intuitive enough to have a good idea of what Burnt Oak was thinking, Pear Butter climbed onto the table. Laying on her back and watching as Burnt Oak walked to the end of the table, the dark brown stallion smirked as he surveyed her completely naked figure with his blue eyes. Gently grabbing her by the knees and pulling her closer, her legs almost completely off the table as Burnt Oak once more lined up his slickened cock against her entrance, Burnt Oak grinned from ear to ear as he looked into Pear Butter’s lust-clouded eyes.

“Almost like our dirty minds are becoming in sync with each other,” Burnt Oak chuckled. “Like my dick in your pussy are two perfect puzzle pieces, it's a shame Bright Mac can’t seem to give ya that~”

Before Pear Butter could actually sink into the disappointment over that truth she was coming to further understand, Burnt Oak perfectly timed the end of his statement with a delightful shove of his entire length back inside her. Pear Butter threw her head back against the table and let out a delighted howl at just how right Burnt Oak’s statement was. Feeling the thick length hitting her sensitive g-spot again, Pear Butter almost reached a second orgasm right then and there. Pulling most of his dick out until just the tip was inside, Burnt Oak then slammed his length back inside her. That thrust did her in, and Pear Butter instinctively used her legs to lock Burnt Oak in place hilted inside her as more marecum came out of her pussy. Watching as the deliciously-scented marecum landed on the table, Burnt Oak then brought his hands to Pear Butter’s pillowy breasts. Sinking a hand in each one for a few moments, Burnt Oak then switched to tweaking the pony woman’s nipples with each hand as her mouth panted open with her tongue lolling out of her mouth. The way her bright orange nipples hardened underneath the slightly firm touch of his fingers, the little whines and gasps that escaped her mouth, and the feeling of her excessively wet pussy against his firm dick…almost made him angry at Bright Mac. Such a sexy pony woman that had so much to give, and yet Bright Mac gave her scraps. So bad, that she ended up in Burnt Oak’s arms in the sexual sense. It was hard for him to feel bad for his best friend when his lust-addled brain painted the situation in such a convincing picture.

Pushing her legs up to each side of her head into a mating press on the table, Burnt Oak’s face hovered over Pear Butter’s unfocused horny expression as he pounded into her faster and harder than any of the thrusts in the morning. Grunting more, Burnt Oak was aware that he was close, and that as long as he kept his eyes open and staring at the cum-drunk pony woman he was fucking and all of the little details that made their situation all the hotter, there was no more ability to edge himself.

“Ready for another creampie in that cheating cunt of yours?” Burnt Oak hissed, knowing that the shameless mare wouldn’t be the least bit hurt by the remark. It was clear as the sun outside that Pear Butter got off on the wrongness and dirtiness of getting fucked by him. Tartarus, she was the one who initiated the whole thing! Watching as Pear Butter’s unfocused eyes fixed on him once more, the orange-furred woman smirked as she stared down at the beautiful sight of the stud’s slickened cock pistoning in and out of her needy cunt. The sight was almost as powerful as the sensations he was giving her non-stop, and her answer was easy as she looked into his predatory eyes.

Even further proving that she was the one initiating the whole situation, Pear Butter lunged forward and locked her lips against Burnt Oak’s lips. Slipping her tongue inside, moaning into his mouth at the lewd makeout she had started, Burnt Oak followed and also slipped his tongue in. With their tongues viciously fighting for control of the other for several seconds whilst he continued pounding into her, Pear Butter pulled out of the kiss as she properly voiced her desires.

“Yes! Give it to me!” Pear Butter demanded, even nearing a third orgasm that she suspected might’ve timed with his first orgasm for that morning. Burnt Oak closed his eyes, giving into the waves of pleasure that was riding his whole body as he finally hilted in her and groaned. Ropes of his white seed went into her fertile depths as marecum splashed out of said depths at the same time. Droplets of both their orgasms landed on the table and simply created an overall lewd mess, and they knew before their orgasms were spent that they would have to take a shower again. As the last shot of cum landed inside Pear Butter, Burnt Oak let go of her legs in order to let them relax from the strenuous position he had them in. Watching as Pear Butter panted with a big smile on her blushing face as she sat up on the messy table, the orange-furred woman glanced at the counter.

“As m-much as I would love to keep going,” Pear Butter began. “Maybe we should eat the burgers before they get cold?”

“Tis a great idea,” Burnt Oak nodded, walking towards the food as they got ready for the day…



Later in the day while Burnt Oak was working more on cutting wood, Pear Butter happily hummed a song to herself as she walked towards the vacant water tower. Noticing that Bright Mac’s progress had it currently standing up again, just needing a lot of screws and perhaps even additional pillars to keep it in place, Pear Butter felt excitement surging up to her chest along with a twinge of guilt at what she was about to do to her Daddy’s water tower. Holding a closed bucket with one hand, Pear Butter approached the water tower as she opened the lid off the bucket. Staring at what was inside the bucket with a jolt of disgust, Pear Butter stretched the bucket out with her arm as far away from her body as possible. Turning the bucket in one quick motion, Pear Butter watched as the magically-enchanted insects she had received from a local shop landed on the structures of the water tower and began chewing away like the water tower was their last meal.

Capable of devouring the water tower almost entirely, there was a good chance that Grand Pear would have Bright Mac trying to make him a new water tower for months. Tempted to drop the bucket so that the termites would devour it as well, Pear Butter carried it back with her to avoid any chance of leaving evidence behind. Running out of sight and back towards the cabin, Pear Butter giggled once she was far enough away as she knew her sexventures were far from over…