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Labours of Love

Apr 28th, 2015
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  1. >Another long day at the bakery is finally coming to a close.
  2. >Let it never be said that you don't bust your hump running this place.
  3. >Waking early every morning, making dough, frying donuts and scrutinizing over the frosting and sprinkle placement.
  4. >It can be a little grueling at times and satisfying customer's order can bring untold amounts of stress.
  5. >But you always gave them what they wanted in the end.
  6. >Although work was hard, you loved it; it is a labour of love.
  7. >Manning your bakery had not a few perks and pleasures that you indulged in.
  8. >Free donuts being one of them.
  9. >And so it was with a sigh of mixed exhaustion and satisfaction that you wiped off the counter and began to cash out the drawer for the night.
  10. >You were halfway through counting your bits when you heard the bell on the door chime.
  11. >In walks Thunderlane, sending furtive glances all about the shop.
  12. >The shop being closed, you would normally have been a little peeved at an unwitting customer walking in after-hours.
  13. >However, you were expecting him.
  14. "Thunder."
  15. >Thunderlane nodded
  16. >"Joe. I'll take the usual."
  17. >You felt like being a little coy.
  18. "You know, I am closed, Thunder."
  19. >"That's never stopped you before. And I know how much you like to satisfy your customers."
  20. >You always gave them what they wanted in the end.
  21. "The usual?"
  22. >"The usual."
  23. >You closed the register and with a quick nod beckoned him into the back room.
  24. "Do me a favor and grab the jelly. Last time you went raw."
  25. >Free donuts are only one of those perks and pleasures; getting a nice cream filling every once in a while was another.
  26. >Yep, you certainly did love your job.
  27. >Running a bakery can be a pretty lucrative business, especially in Canterlot, but even still it never hurt to have a..."side job", so to speak.
  28. >Extra (and discreet) services for the customer with the more...discerning pallet.
  29. >They were often the customers with the more prudish wives, as well.
  30. >But who were you to judge? You catered to all.
  31. >And the premium you charged for your back-room business was certainly a plus.
  32. >But, though you would never admit it, the pleasure alone was all the incentive you could want.
  33. >So it was you welcomed on occasion many a late night patron into your shop - and always soon after welcomed them into you.
  34. >Thus, with Thunderlane in tow behind you, you pushed open the kitchen door and flicked off the main light, leaving the buzzing iridescent by the emergency exit to wash a dim light throughout the kitchen.
  35. >You turned to face Thunderlane as he entered the kitchen after you and searched his frame as he slowly approached.
  36. >Thunderlane was a well built stallion: strong, muscular legs, a well cropped mane, a fine, well groomed coat, a firm, perk plot and...
  37. >You smirked to see it silhouetted under him
  38. >...a cock to die for, steadily growing in anticipation.
  39. "Do you have anywhere you need to be?"
  40. >Thunderlane rolled his eyes.
  41. >"Home in 20 minutes."
  42. "Well then, lets get right to it, shall we? The usual you said?"
  43. >"The usual."
  44. >Thunderlane wasn't a particularly hard stallion to satisfy; compared to some of your other customer's requests his was simple.
  45. >All your regulars had a different "usual". Shining, for example, demanded some weird things involving vanilla frosting and a skirt.
  46. >Thunderlane was far more straight forward.
  47. >You gave a coy smile as you walked forward - right into Thunder's lips.
  48. >Immediately you both closed your eyes as you locked lips, Thunderlane pressing hungrily into you and exhaling deeply as though he had just dropped a large encumbrance.
  49. >By this point in time you knew Thunder - that is, you knew how he preferred to be treated.
  50. >This meant allowing him to retain some semblance of dignity and assume the more "masculine" role.
  51. >You wouldn't complain - you liked Thunder and enjoyed satisfying him.
  52. >Thunderlane stood tall, strong and steadfast, his breathes quickening as you fawned over him, wrapping your front legs around his neck and pulling yourself further into him.
  53. >Lips parted and tongues met, intertwining back and forth within your mouths.
  54. >Thunder cooed softly into your mouth as you searched inside his, your tongue lapping and darting inside the stallion's welcoming maw.
  55. >Slowly, deliberately, you pulled back, nipping down on his bottom lip and pulling it out with you before letting it snap back.
  56. >You both briefly opened your eyes and gazed but a moment into his sultry, sex-hazed eyes before beginning your next step.
  57. >Adopting the voracity of Thunder only moments earlier, you forged a trail of hungry kisses down his muscular neck.
  58. >You smiled into each kiss as you heard a yearning moan from above.
  59. >Kiss, after kiss, after greedy kiss led further and further down his body.
  60. >Thunderlane knew where your trail ended and, perhaps being a little eager, reared himself up on his hind legs and reclined back against a counter.
  61. >And there it was in full force - long, thick, veiny, stiffer than a pillar of stone.
  62. >Thunderlane's cock throbbed in the air, pulsing heat.
  63. >You continued your trail of kisses, off his neck, down his chest, ending right at the thick base of your prize.
  64. >His shaft pressed hot against your cheek as you ran your tongue slowly around to its underside.
  65. >This was not your first time with Thunderlane, and in fact he had been quite honest with what he expected of you in the past.
  66. >So in quick order you darted your tongue away from the base of his cock downwards - right onto those two massive orbs that ached between his legs.
  67. >Thunder spread his legs slightly, an automatic response to welcome your wet tongue.
  68. >But a few licks would not do it.
  69. >Pursing your lips together you sucks hard on Thunder's right ball, bobbing your head back and forth until you ushered the whole massive orb into your mouth.
  70. >A manly, heady musk filled your nostrils as your nose pressed into Thunderlane's crotch. A scent that, in the moment, was far from off-putting.
  71. >You shut your eyes as you reveled for a time in your labours; sucking hungrily on Thunderlane's balls, circling your tongue around and around the soft flesh as you breathed in his sultry aroma, listened to his scarcely withheld moans.
  72. >If you hadn't mentioned it before, you did indeed love your job.
  73. >You pressed a hoof against his pulsing member and began to stroke.
  74. >The coursing stream of pre-cum that drizzled down provided much needed lubrication as your hoof paced slow and deliberate up and down.
  75. >There was a method to Thunderlane; one had to tease him this way. Rough down below but slow on the shaft.
  76. >It was all preparation for the main course.
  77. >A main course which would come soon as Thunderlane gave you his signal.
  78. >Your queue came as he placed a hoof behind your head.
  79. >You stopped tending to Thunder's balls, giving them a few quick goodbye licks before gazing upwards at your patron.
  80. >With knees a pleasured tumult, Thunderlane leaned back further against the counter for support.
  81. >Steadied, Thunder cast a glance downward, meeting your eyes for a few seconds before nodding an affirmation to an unspoken question.
  82. >Reaching up to the counter you groped about for the item Thunder had grabbed on the way in.
  83. >Finding it, you brought it down.
  84. >Strawberry jelly.
  85. >It was his favorite, after all. To eat, to smell...to lubricate.
  86. >Thunderlane, breath still laboured from his previous treatment, cooed under his breath as you smeared the confection onto his throbbing pillar, coating it from flare to base in the sweet, sticky gelatin that was to be your respite from a sore backside.
  87. >Smiling, you licked your hoof free of excess and assumed your usual position.
  88. >Rearing up, you leaned yourself forward against the counter opposite Thunderlane, and presented yourself to him.
  89. >Perhaps caught a little too far in the spirit of the moment you shock your plot back and forth, beckoning Thunder to "come and get it" like a mare may do.
  90. >A shameful display perhaps, but honestly you were beyond caring at this point, your own, thus far ignored, aching cock having usurped your senses.
  91. >And besides, you heard no complaints from Thunderlane.
  92. >In fact, you heard nothing from him at all. You did, however, FEEL him.
  93. >Before your enticing plot wiggle could end Thunder slammed both forelegs on the counter on either side of your head.
  94. >Relaxing would have been best, but despite it you tensed with anticipation was you felt the head of his cock align with your puckering hole.
  95. >You thought to pray that it wouldn't hurt.
  96. >You thought to hope that the sweet lube would work.
  97. >Honesty is the best policy, however, and to be honest you thought of nothing more, desired nothing more, than having Thunderlane's massive, stone length deep inside of you.
  98. >And, to both of your delights, that is exactly what you received.
  99. >Thunderlane didn't take it slow; it wasn't in his nature.
  100. >So with a powerful buck of his hips he pressed into you.
  101. >His cock broke through your tight, tensing hole and slid unchecked into you.
  102. >What notions of a stallion you had vanished as a high, almost feminine yelp escaped you.
  103. >You had the feeling Thunder enjoyed this, as he bowed forward, nipping and kissing your neck as he thrust back and forth into you, ravishing your ponut.
  104. >Your eyes snapped shut, your teeth grit with each thrust in.
  105. >Each buck was like a piston going into you; his hips slamming against you like a hammer against an anvil.
  106. >Each revolution you felt him; every vein that ran up his length, every twitch and tremor inside of you.
  107. >His mid-ring popping in and out, every time you tensed to keep it in, and likewise to keep it out before having it thrust back through you anyway.
  108. >Thunderlane liked it tight; another factor he was sure to voice and a department that you could easily satisfy.
  109. >As your ponut stretched to welcome Thunder's girth you made yourself tense through the pain.
  110. >You became a vice around his cock.
  111. >Pre-cum puddled on the floor, dripping from your own stiff member as your ass was ravished.
  112. >Having Thunderlane inside of you was enough, though; his constant and quick strokes against your prostate sent shots of pleasure through you.
  113. >You bit your lip harder as his teasing came to a tipping point.
  114. >You felt your climax coming, and judging by Thunderlane's shortened breath and hastened thrusts, so was his.
  115. >Thunder bit down on your neck to stifle his moan of ecstasy.
  116. >You felt his body tense against yours, his cock became rigid inside of you as you felt his thick streams of cum wash into you.
  117. >Unlike Thunder, you could not contain yourself. Your ecstatic cry rang throughout the kitchen as your plot got filled with Thunder's cream.
  118. >Your own climax soon followed.
  119. >Your knees buckled as tendrils of pleasure coursed through you.
  120. >Streams of cum decorated the side of the counter and the floor, adding to the pool of pre that you had already made.
  121. >You panted face-first into the counter.
  122. >Thunderlane lingered inside of you, his hot breathe heavy against the nape of your neck.
  123. >In time, he withdrew himself, slowly so you could enjoy every contoured inch of him.
  124. >Tumultuous legs barely supported you as you rested your body on the counter.
  125. >Mind coming down from its cloud you began to lament the fun having come to an end as well as the prospect of cleaning up the kitchen.
  126. >Perhaps it was because he saw some pity in you, or perhaps it was because he desired some form of equality.
  127. >Or, perhaps it was because he simply enjoyed strawberry jelly.
  128. >Whatever the reason, Thunderlane did something that you hadn't expected.
  129. >A sharp gasp escaped you as you felt a hot tongue run up your backside, slowly trailing from your balls all the way up and across your puckered ass.
  130. >The surprise was a welcomed one; Thunderlane had abstained from this every time before.
  131. >You decided it best not to question his motives and simply enjoy the bonus.
  132. >For a stallion whom, you percieved, didn't like to face the fact that he was fucking another stallion, he paid awefully close attention to your balls, circling and lapping at them before darting his tongue up and rimming your strawberry ponut.
  133. >You moaned into the counter as Thunder spread your plot open, circling his tongue around and around.
  134. >He was shockingly thorough; the cream you felt dripping out of your plot was lapped up with the rest.
  135. >Your cock woke back up for a time, pulsing half awake as Thunderlane saw to you.
  136. >It was with no small amount of peeved sadness that Thunder drew back, licking his lips.
  137. >Exhausted though you were, you managed to lift your head enough to glance back at him.
  138. "That was...new."
  139. >Thunder looked away.
  140. >"Well...you're good to me is all. No reason why I can't return it."
  141. >You grinned breathlessly.
  142. "I thought you only liked strawberry."
  143. >Thunder stretched and brushed himself off.
  144. >"I do. But I guess cream filled is starting to grow on me, too.
  145. >Thunderlane, donning an air of surely indifference, made for the exit.
  146. >"I forgot my saddle bag tonight. I'll pay you for the usual tomorrow morning when I come around."
  147. "That wasn't the usual, Thunder...least not the last part."
  148. >Thunderlane halted before the door and scratched the back of his head.
  149. >Without turning back to you he spoke.
  150. >"Yeah, well...maybe it should be."
  151. >Though both slightly surprised and infinitely pleased, you remained silent and simply starred at the stallion at the door.
  152. >"I'm going to be late for dinner. You know how she gets when I'm late. I'll see you tomorrow, Joe."
  153. >Without a second glance, Thunder was out and away.
  154. >It was with a sigh that you answered the ring of the door bell as he exited.
  155. >There was something about Thunderlane that you liked, and it wasn't simply the way he fucked you.
  156. >You couldn't quite put your hoof on it.
  157. >Ah well, no time to think about it now.
  158. >A bakery does not clean itself.
  159. >Working at a donut shop was great.
  160. >It came with all sorts of perks and pleasures; not just including free donuts.
  161. >It could be hard and painful at times, sure.
  162. >But you always gave the customer what they wanted.
  163. >Hey, let's face it.
  164. >You liked it; it was a labour of love.
  165.  
  166. FIN.
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