[Cherry Popper][Satyr, Clop, Incest?] Sweet Cherry Pie

>”Oooooooh! Oh, yes, Anon! Praise the sun!”
>The strawberry-pink pony bouncing on your lap cranes her head to the ceiling, her cries ringing out through the wooden halls of the large building.
>Her blonde pig-tails bounce in every direction as her climax shakes her body to its very core.
>You let her ride you in silence as she writhes in the aftermath of her ecstasy.
>Her mare juice leaks down your shaft to join the rest of her excretions, pooling between your legs in a spot on the bed.
>As the pony between your legs recovers, her eyes flutter open and she supplies you with a giddy smile.
>”That was... amazing, Anon...”
“As amazing as the other four times?”
>You chuckle and glance at your watch.
>She still has about half an hour left.
>Maybe this time...
“Care to go again?”
>You flash her a sly smile.
>She takes a deep breath and lets it out slowly.
>”Oh, Anon. I don’t think I could go another round. I do need to be able to walk tomorrow, you know.”
>She winks and you force a smile.
”Alright then, Miss Mae. You do know that you still need to pay for the whole hour, right?”
>”Oh Darlin’, you’re well worth the bits. You know that.”
>The two of you share a chuckle as she fishes out a small sack of currency from her saddlebag.
>In the meantime, you stand up, locate your boxers and jeans, and put them back on.
>After you zip up, she drops the bag in your hand and you place your free hand on her withers.
>You lock up and walk with her down the hall, idly scratching her neck.
>When you reach the lobby, you duck back behind the desk, taking your place behind a smug-looking Cherry Jubilee.
>”Hey there, good-lookin’” she quips.
>After hanging up the key and plopping the bits into the register, you lean against the countertop and watch your client stroll bow-legged to the front door of your establishment.

>She turns and you wave, smile strung across your face.
"You take care now, Miss Mae. See you next week!"
>The second the jingle of the bell rings out to indicate that the door has come to a close, your expression turns to a scowl.
"Stupid bitch."
>You growl in frustration.
"I swear, that pony's the Queen of the Blue Balls. It's no wonder she can't keep a stallion for more than a night. Dumb whorse can't even finish a guy off!"
>Jubilee snickers and rubs a pristine white hoof along your shirtless arm.
>"You poor thing."
>Her hoof brushes across your chest, the fine hairs bringing your nipples to a hardened point in the cool air.
>"And I could tell you were giving it to her good, too."
>Her eyes twinkle with a hint of lust.
>"Isn't that right, Cher?"
>Your daughter sits in the corner of your lobby waiting room, idly tapping her own white hooves while filing her fingernails and looking bored.
>She blows a bubble with her chewing gum and pops it, responding without even looking up.
>"Oh yeah, sure. She was screaming pretty loud, Dad."
>Jubilee cracks a wicked smile.
>"You know, Anon... I haven't had a customer all day..."
>She shoots a mock grimace at the satyr in the corner. "All the youngins want is Little Miss Cher."
>Your daughter doesn't flinch or even say a word.
"Don't worry too much about it, sweetie. We've only been open a few hours."
>Jubilee rears back on her hind legs and presses your back against the desk.
>"Oh, I don't mind, hun. I prefer not to play with colts unless they know how to pay."
>She presses a hoof against your still-erect member.
>"I need a man to satisfy me."
>Jubilee licks her lips hungrily.
>"And from the looks of it, you still need a little satisfaction yourself."
>She presses harder against your jeans, and leans forward to lick your hardened nipples.
>You stifle a moan and place a hand along each side of her barrel.

>Slowly, you run your right hand up across her back to her neck.
>When you reach her mane, you grab a handful of her locks and pull her head back.
>Jubilee gasps from the sensation, a visible jolt of pleasure snaking its way up her body.
>Redirecting the force on the back of her head, you pull her toward you for a kiss.
>Your lips connect and separate from one another, allowing each other's tongues access to the deepest depths of your mouths.
>Jubilee's, long since accustomed to your alien nature, probes the cavern effortlessly.
>You push it out of your mouth, opting instead to bite her lip.
>She grunts quietly in appreciation of your ministrations.
>Once the two of you finally pull apart, she coos:
>"You'll always love me, won't you Anon? Even if I get too fat for those other stallions?"
>You spend a moment looking deeply into her emerald eyes.
"Oh, sweetheart, you're the only gal for me. Besides, you aren't fat, you're beautiful."
>You press her body to the counter, her forehooves propped upon it, and kneel down.
>With your head level with her flanks, you start to smell the scent of the sweet nectar that has begun dripping from your mare.
>You grab her flanks with your hands and allow your fingers to sink into her plush flesh.
"No other mare has curves like you do, sweetie."
>You peel back her cheeks to reveal the salivating hole betwixt them.
>Jubilee shivers as she lifts her tail to the side.
>You lean forward, pressing your eager pair of lips to her slit.
>Her scent envelops you completely.
>Her juices cascade freely into your mouth and down your chin.
>Your tongue darts out to meet her pulsing clit at every opportunity.
>Jubilee whinnies and pants.
>Her tail wraps itself around your neck and pulls you deeper into her folds.
>It's a good thing you liked cherries.
>Finally, she rides out her miniature orgasm and you pull away from her.

>You hear a loud pop and a smack.
>Cher is still filing her nails, same deadpan look.
>"Do you guys have to do this every day?"
>You stand up, pulling Jubilee to you in order to allow her access to your neck.
>She begins eagerly lapping up her own secretions as you address your daughter.
"Oh hush now, Cher. This is how you were born, you know."
>You idly pull Jubilee's tail and she quivers.
>Cher answers nonchalantly, "You still don't have to be gross about it..."
"Maybe if you paid attention, you'd learn something."
>You smirk and press Jubilee back into the same position, her hooves draped over the desk.
>"Don't keep me waiting, sugar."
>She bites her bottom lip and looks back to you, awaiting your manhood.
"Yes, Mrs. Jubilee."
>You grin and drop your trousers and underwear.
>Spreading her legs with your feet, you align yourself with her glistening flower and plunge in deep.
>Jubilee cries out as she shudders to adjust to your sudden intrusion.
>Another pop.
>"Could you guys at least try to keep it down?"
>You glance down at your beloved mare, ecstasy still coursing through her veins.
"Sorry, CP. Nothin' doin'."
>You grin and plant both of your hands along her hips, giving you the leverage and angle you require.
>Finally, Jubilee seems to regain her senses just in time for you to begin sliding yourself in and out of her folds.
>You raise your hand into the air only to bring it down sharply on her flank.
>A loud smack rings out and Jubilee braes in response.
>Just then, the bell poised at your door tingles to alert you of a new visitor.
>A light brown stallion stands, blushing and nervous, at the entrance.
>You grunt a few times in tune to your thrusting and wave the pony in.
"Howdy there... partner... What brings you to our... neck of the woods... today?"
>Jubilee pants as her tongue dangles from her mouth.

>The stallion scratches his leg apprehensively.
>"I, uh... was hoping to get some alone time with Mrs. Jubliee... But if she's busy, then..."
"Oh nonsense!"
>You smile as your body forces hers against the counter with each passing moment.
"We'll get you all set up in just a moment. You just sit there and enjoy the preview."
>You pull hard on Jubilee's mane and her body shudders.
"Hope you don't mind sloppy seconds."
>The stallion opens his mouth to say something but Jubilee's moan silences him.
>You hear another loud pop and you get an idea.
"Tell you what, Mister. As long as you promise to tip well, I'll even throw in a fluffer."
>You cast your gaze to the satyr in the corner.
"What do you say, Cher?"
>She looks up from her nails for the first time since you'd arrived in the room.
>Her eyes survey the new pony top to bottom.
>You watch as her eyes lock on to his semi-erect member.
>She pops another bubble and adopts a predatory grin.
>"Sure thing, Pop."
>She saunters over to the stallion, using all but a finger to plop him down onto the far waiting bench.
>Cher curls up next to him and places a dainty hand on his rod.
>The stallion gulps and nearly moves to stand but it's too late.
>Your family know their business.
>He's already transfixed by your daughter's lusty eyes and his desire no longer affords him control over his own body.
>Her hand slides down his shaft to cup his balls and she flips a wayward strand of hair behind her ear before slipping the tip of his cock into her mouth.
>The stallion tenses before melting at the touch, visible by the rest of his body going slack.
>Your own escapade is quickly coming to an end.
>Jubilee's insides have been straining to milk you with every thrust and it seems that they are beginning to wear you thin.

>You watch the scene across the room to see the stallion's girth slip effortlessly down Cher's throat.
>He moans as she strokes the remaining length and plays with his testicles.
>The sight finally brings you to your climax.
>You pull yourself out of the white mare beneath you, spin her sex-addled body around, and send tendrils of spunk across her dazed-looking visage.
>She half-slumps to the floor, absently-mindedly licking at the seed you've left on her face.
"Well buddy, she's all yours."
>Cher slowly drags her mouth away from the stallion's cock, making a wet pop with her departure.
>She lazily starts smacking her gum again.
>"Shame... Oh well, go get 'er, killer."
>You help Jubilee to her hooves and pull a key down from behind you.
>Flipping it to the stallion, you call out:
"108. Have fun you two."
>You slip your clothes back on and Cher returns to her corner.
>She starts up filing her nails again while you do some paperwork.
>Business as usual.
>A few minutes later, your bell rings again.
>This time, a caramel-colored stallion trots up to your desk.
>"I, um... heard you do, uh..."
>The stallion is visibly shaking.
"Don't worry, son. Anything that happens here stays here. You don't have to worry about a thing."
>He swallows the knot in his throat and takes a deep breath.
>"You do pegging here?"
>Grinning, you watch as Cher pops another bubble and stands.
>She walks past the stallion, placing a light spank on him as she passes.
>"Do we ever."
>You dig in your desk drawer and hoist Cher her favorite black strap-on and the key to 115.
>Her name wasn't Cherry Popper for nothing.
>Wordlessly, she begins heading down the hall, affixing the toy to herself.
>The stallion gulps again before following behind her.
"You've got an hour, kid. You and your brother have a Sunny and Cher special at 2:00!"