A Blueberry and Her Greenery

[Gentian]

And here's the sex scene.

I spent some time thinking about whether I wanted to rewrite this segment, or leave it in its original greentext. After reading it a few times, I think it actually works well in this format, and there's also the fact that the only reason I wrote it at all was because so many people asked for a fap-scene. Because of that, I've decided to leave it as is.

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A Blueberry and Her Greenery



11 - Epilogue

>You are anon.
>Cuddling with your special somepony by the fire.
>The sky, clear and cold above.
>It's early autumn and you and Trixie are back on the road.
>She's been acting funny lately.
>Very touchy.
>Very friendly with you,
>very snippy with everypony else.
>She wants massages every night,
>so, when she kissed you, and asked for one,
>you thought nothing of it.
>She hopped up on the wagon-ledge,
>"So you're at the just the right level" she'd said.
>And set her left hind leg on your shoulder.
>you tilt your head and kiss the inside of her hock.
>Gently taking her leg in your hands and holding it up, off your shoulder,
>then kissing your way down her cannon.
>Stopping at her fetlock you look sideways;
>She's watching you, a smug little smile playing on her lips.
>"Keep going Anonymous. Trixie did not say to stop."
>You lean back against a stone and set her hoof on your chest.
>Your fingertips follow the curve of her leg,
>up and down it's length,
>as your tongue finds her coronet.
>Kisses follow, and her eyes close.
>You gently reach to her thigh,
>kneading the firm muscle between fingers and thumb.
>Then pinching gently from hock to fetlock,
>and down to her hoof.
>Pressing under it with your thumbs,
>her frog flexing beneath your touch.
>"Mmmmmm Anon."
>She raises her other leg and rests it on your shoulder too.
>You look up;
>she's leaned back on the wagon's ledge,
>forehooves extended and touching the overhang,
>eyes closed.


>"Anon, do your mares have any special times?"
>"What do you mean, Tixie?"
>She smiles and stares right in your eyes.
>"Heat, Anon. Do human mares go in to heat?"
>She leans down, mouth open just a bit, and sniffs you.
>"Not really, Great and Sexy Trixie"
>She smiles and bites her lip.
>"We do."
>She trails her forehoof along your arm
>"In fact..."
>little circles against your chest
>"I am right now.
>"You're my very special somepony, Anon,
>"and you're also my servant, little human.
>"Do you know what that means?"
>You think so
>You *hope* so
>You tilt your face to kiss her
>She pulls back at the last moment with another smile
>"Kisses are nice, Anon,
>"but I want to do something else."
>She slides her hind legs from your shoulders and leans further in.
>Sitting on the wagon, legs spread, her marehood just at eye level.
>She nuzzles you, nips your ear and whispers:
>"Touch my horn."
>Trixie takes your hands in her hooves,
>guides them to her face.
>"The base first, sweety. Use those soft little fingers."
>She gasps a little as you trace circles around it
>A strange feeling on the side of your face,
>like static electricity.
>She leans against you more firmly as her breath deepens.
>"Mmmmmmmm good boy."
>She rubs your back
>"Now...Oh!"
>Her words catch in her throat.
>You knew what she wanted, and began to stroke before she finished her sentence.
>Her breathing grows faster and deeper,
>and her horn glows brighter, its light reflecting off the wagon.
>"Suck my horn, Anon.
>"Do it now!"


>Your mouth opens, and you carefully guide her past your lips,
>then close them around her tip, sliding along her shaft.
>She actually tastes like blueberries.
>And whipped cream.
>While you suckle, her muzzle finds it's way to your crotch.
>She nuzzles and licks at your pants,
>little moans emerging now and then.
>"Anon, your dick belongs to me.
>"Give it to me. Now."
>Your hand slides down her shaft, around the back of her ear,
>curves along her jaw, and finally comes to your belt.
>She licks and nibbles at your fingers as they work the fasteners.
>Suddenly the blueberry and whipped cream flavor grows stronger,
>Your trousers glow pink, and slide down your legs.
>Trixie takes you eagerly inside her mouth.
>Her nimble equine tongue turning circles and loops,
>even able to wrap itself completely around you.
>Your own ministrations flag as waves of pleasure wash over you.
>But only for a moment:
>There's no way you're letting your little pony do all the work!
>Back down on her, pressing your own tongue against her horn.
>Copying her own motions as closely as you can.
>Little whinnies and moans escaping around your cock.
>She lays her ears back and forces herself down
>Taking you as deeply as she can


>All the way in, and holding you there.
>Her tongue emerging and licking between your legs
>then back in and around your shaft again,
>actually rubbing you inside her mouth.
>You take her out and purse your lips against her horn
>running your head up and down its length,
>It's blazing now.
>bright pink with little jets and sparks flying off the tip.
>The feeling of static is warm and contagious,
>filling you with erotic energy.
>"Anon! I..!"
>You quickly pop her back in your mouth,
>taking in as much as you can.
>"Anon!"
>An odd heat fills your mouth as she convulses and grunts in your lap.
>A taste, overwhelmingly like blueberries, and whipped cream.
>With a little extra.
>In fact, it tastes just like...
>"Oh, Anon, I'm sorry. Right in your mouth, you didn't deserve that!"
>It's cute when she switches, you think to yourself.
>You purse your lips tightly and slide her out,
>letting your tongue find every crease in her spiral groove on the way.
>"It's fine Trixie. In fact it tastes just like Poprocks.
>"Blueberry and whipped cream Poprocks."
>"What are Poprocks?"
>"They're a kind of candy we have back on Earth."
>She looks at you strangly and lets out a languid laugh.
>"Somehow, I'm not surprised.
>"But we're not finished, little servant."


>She bites your hair and gently pulls you up in to the wagon.
>Trixie rolls over on the floor,
>sweeping the bedding up with her forelegs and pillows her head on it.
>She looks back: ass up, tail raised, hips swaying and bites her lip.
>"Make me whinney like a little filly, Anon."
>You pounce on her, sliding your hands up her back.
>Balling her mane in your fist and jerking.
>She whinnies.
>Fuck me right now, Anon! Prove you're worthy of me!"
>You guide yourself inside her with your other hand.
>She's... wet would be an understatement.
>Sopping, would almost be enough to describe it.
>You slide in with no resistance.
>She moans loudly and her marehood convulses around you.
>It grips you like a vice, but is too slick to hold.
>Your thrusts slip in and out; balls deep, then just the tip.
>Her ponut swollen and sensitive,
>pressing against your stomach and drawing a fresh pony groan with each thrust.
>Her flanks begin to quiver
>She buries her face in the blankets
>Her ponytang clenches and holds,
>and she suddenly goes stiff and silent.
>Collapsing moments later.
>Time to get yours.
>She's lying now flat on the bed, and you continue to ride her.
>Thrusting into her, not bothering to pace yourself.
>Letting the sensations wash over you.
>Finally erupting inside her and crashing down to her gardenia-scented mane.


>After some moments you both rise to clean yourselves.
>Staring up in the cold night air, savoring your lingering pleasure.
>She leans against you.
>"Estrus lasts about a week, Anon.
>"Just so you know."
>Then she steps back in the wagon and begins straightening the bedding.
>The stars shine down on you.
>This is going to be one hell of a week.