Anon Orders Jasmine Leaf's Special Tea


                                            "I'll have the uh-" Anon leaned in closer. This tea was an open secret, but still technically a secret "-front of the house special please."

                                            >Jasmine Leaf nodded, smiling a smile that was a little more sincere than a standard customer service smile.

                                            >While serving this tea was technically part of her job - part of her routine - part of her drudgery - somehow, it had never really lost her luster.

                                            >Plus, she had heard the human face was...good for this sort of thing.

                                            >"Of course, sir. And lucky you, I've been brewing a batch all morning! Give me just a few moments to get it from the back."

                                            >The magenta mare swiftly trotted off behind the door of a storage room in the back of her humble coffee shop.

                                            >One of her staff - a rather plain dishwashing mare named Dishwater - took over the register, in case any other customers came in while Jasmine was busy.

                                            >No reason they had to wait while Anon occupied the head mare's attention.

                                            >Though if they wanted a special themselves - yeah, that was going to be at least a half-hour wait.

                                            >Anon slid a small bag of bits across the counter to Dishwater, who actually handed him a receipt, despite what he had just paid for.

                                            "Uh, thanks." he said, taken aback by the thought of having record of this transaction in writing moreso than the transaction itself.

                                            >A moment passed.

                                            >Two.

                                            "So, will-"

                                            >"Your order will be ready momentarily, sir." said Dishwater, in that rehearsed customer service way.

                                            >Anon just nodded.

                                            >Sure enough, the very instant his head went still, Jasmine Leaf's voice rang out from the privacy of the storage closet.

                                            >"Dishwater?" she asked, "Do you think you could send somepony in here to help me with this *box*?"

                                            >The countermare just sort of cocked her head towards the storage room while looking at Anon.

                                            >"Enjoy."

                                            >Taking the hint, Anon walked behind the counter, opened the door to the darkened room, and closed it behind it.

                                            >A soon as the latch slid shut, a number of small candles all around the room lit up, bathing everything inside it in a soft, orange light.

                                            >And there she was.

                                            >Jasmine Leaf was looming pussy-first over a cleared space on the floor with a pillow for Anon's head.

                                            >And the tags from two teabags were hanging out of the earth pony's pussy.

                                            >She looked at him with a wry smile.

                                            >"Lie down, breathe through your nose, and get ready to drink from the tap." she said, her voice, practiced but still betraying her own giddiness.

                                            >After all, she's being paid to have someone else go down on her right now. Who wouldn't be a little giddy?

                                            >She lightly prodded at her vaginal opening with a forehoof to emphasize the word 'tap'.

                                            >And Anon, having been a good boy all his life, was no stranger to doing what he was told.

                                            >So he did.

                                            >As the pony's pussy closed in on his face, Anon took in all the little details of it - he would have been making relentless eye contact with it, had such a thing been possible.

                                            >Her outer lips were rubbery and thick - bulging almost - as if literally bursting with flavor.

                                            >No doubt her vaginal muscles were doing their best to keep the labia shut, and keep the tea within her marehood properly contained.

                                            >At least for now.

                                            >No sense making a mess on the floor when Anon was paying good money for a mess on his face after all.

                                            >Her inner lips, though he was sure they were beautiful in their own right, weren't visible. Apparently, Jasmine had tucked everything up into herself to help maintain that seal.

                                            >She was standing upright, in a way that would have surely been awkward for any other pony, but Jasmine kept her balance, no doubt buoyed by a lot of practice doing this in the past. The pose looked somehow natural on her, as if she were so used to it, that a sort of quasi-bipedalism had crept into her bones at some point.

                                            >And her legs started spreading. Getting out of the way, so as not to obstruct the connection between pony-vagina and human-face.

                                            >Then Anon, feeling the floor against his back, realized this meant she was descending.

                                            >And he opened his mouth.

                                            >Just in time.

                                            >She made contact, and as his lips and nose sunk into the warm, velvety bliss of Jasmine Leaf's vagina, Anon's eyes practically rolled back into his head.

                                            >It was incredible.

                                            >The way her groin enveloped his face - not oppressively, but welcoming, like a loved one holding open the door of the home you share after a long day at work.

                                            >And the smell and taste, goodness, he couldn't believe it.

                                            >It was as if all the flowers in a vast, sunny meadow had been gathered up, injected with sugar, and gently inserted directly into the part of his brain that recognized vagina.

                                            >Bliss flowed through the man in ripples, starting in the places where the mare's pussy was touching him, and spreading out, through his head, his chest, his cock.

                                            >It wasn't being touched by anything except his underpants, but it was feeling good all the same.

                                            >Anon tried to say something, but could barely manage a few quiet babbles through the pleasure wracking his body.

                                            >And Jasmine Leaf giggled.

                                            >"I haven't even opened up yet." she said. "Wait until you're actually drinking it."

                                            >Anon's pleasured spasms lessened somewhat, as if he was realizing this was only going to get better, and if he didn't get all the nerve endings in his body under some kind of control, he'd be overwhelmed.

                                            >In some part of his mind, he faintly realized that he had already gotten his money's worth.

                                            >After a few moments, he was actually almost completely still. His self-control psyched up enough not to fight the sensations exactly, but to put them on a leash at least.

                                            >"You ready, big guy?" she asked, with just a hint of tease, and two or three hints of her own genuine joy at seeing what her pussy had done to him.

                                            >Anon couldn't really answer with the mare's marehood billowing around his mouth the way it was.

                                            >So he stuck his tongue out, up, and in, in one smooth motion.

                                            >And it welcomed him in an even smoother motion. It had, after all, been expecting a guest.

                                            >Even extended as far as it would go, his tongue only got an inch or two in, but that was enough.

                                            >If he thought the flavor before was incredible, he realized now how wrong he was. What he was tasting on the outside was merely a promise of the heavenly taste within. And it was a promise fulfilled. The difference was like the difference between licking the drops of condensation off the outside of a glass filled with a cool drink, and actually drinking it.

                                            >And the tea itself! At last he was tasting that, if only slightly! And the flavors!

                                            >There was Jasmine, yes! And mint, and lavender, and honey, and orange!

                                            >Why, this would be incredible served in a simple plastic cup, let alone in the most splendid container he had ever had the privilege of knowing!

                                            >Though it was even better here, leavened as it was by the fleshy, heady taste of the inside of a pony's vagina.

                                            >It was a daring blend. A symphony of warm, happy feelings collected from all across a life, somehow distilled into this moment.

                                            >This drink.

                                            >Anon was so overwhelmed that his awareness of everything that wasn't Jasmine Leaf's purple pussy seemed to fade away, and he doubted that anything ever had existed outside of this small room.

                                            >Involuntarily, he pushed his head up just a little bit, now covering even his eyes with the mare's crotch, fully burying his senses in her.

                                            >And he worked his lower lip, keeping the top one still, to act as a tap, and bid the pony's pussy to open just a little bit.

                                            >So that at last the tea would flow.

                                            >It was almost too much.

                                            >But finally, this masterfully-made bouquet of flavors could be enjoyed the way it was meant to.

                                            >It was warm. It was just creamy enough. It was trickling into him. He felt blessed to receive it.

                                            >It certainly didn't hurt that it was loaded up with the gravid flavor of female pheromones, and the part of his brain that registered such things was very happy, doing its best to signal to him that what he was doing - what was in front of him - was more important than anything else in the world, and he was exactly where he needed to be.

                                            >And as he swallowed it down in a slow rhythm, opening and closing his mouth depending on whether or not it was full, as if he was suckling the mare's pussy, the mare herself sighed in pleasure.

                                            >She couldn't relax all the way, lest she dump the entire 'teapot' down his throat, but she could relax enough to feel the pleasure climbing up her spine.

                                            >The human face really was better for facesitting than a pony's. It was broad and flat, and that nubby nose was a great clitoral stimulator.

                                            >And after all, she added this tea onto the menu because sitting on faces was a passion of hers.

                                            >Jasmine Leaf often took joy in looking out across a roomful of customers and taking stock of all the different kinds of faces she had sat on in her career.

                                            >The stallions, the mares, the classy, the loutish, the experienced, the first-timers, short, tall, skinny, fat, beautiful.

                                            >No, no ugly ones.

                                            >Because Jasmine had found that there was no such thing as ugly with her vagina pressed against a face. Everyone was beautiful underneath her.

                                            >And now, she had added a being from another world onto her list.

                                            >And that thought, combined with Anon's surprisingly-tender ministrations upon her soft lips, was enough to send her over the edge.

                                            >She didn't hold back as she came.

                                            >"Oh. Ohhh! Ohohhhhh!!"

                                            >Outside, Dishwater had already set the sink to run as loudly as it could, knowing her boss would be making some noises that other customers didn't necessarily need to hear.

                                            >Her moans were still plainly audible. Nopony seemed to mind.

                                            >Jasmine Leaf was rocking her hips back and forth ever so slightly, riding out the tail end of her orgasm as long as she could.

                                            >And it was a GOOD one.

                                            >Anon, bless him, still wasn't letting a drop of the tea she had spent the entire morning brewing inside her hit the floor.

                                            >And groaning in almost delirious pleasure, she noted that he was less than halfway through emptying the pot.

                                            >She bit her lip and pressed a forehoof against the back of Anon's head, pushing him harder into her squishy, welcoming mound.

                                            >Celestia above did she ever love her job.


                                            **** **** **** ****


                                            >It was four orgasms later.

                                            >Anon's was completely soaked from his head to just above his nipples in a combination of special tea made with love, and mare juices made with lust.

                                            >There was a certain pleasant numbness in his mouth and tongue - from working so hard for so long - but language was returning to him.

                                            "Th-that..." he choked out. "Incredible. B-best I ever had."

                                            >"Thanks!" she smiled, and it was sincere.

                                            >Any stress the mare had been carrying around that day was now pooling on and around Anon.

                                            >"I worked really hard on that batch! Plus the head was really good for me too, but you already knew that."

                                            "Yeah..." It was breathless.

                                            >"I'm really glad you ordered the special today. I have to get back to work now though. I *was* technically on the clock that whole time."

                                            >It was a not-so-subtle brag; she just got paid to cum on his face over and over again. But Anon, satisfied beyond satisfaction, was fine with that.

                                            >Hell, she earned a tip.

                                            "Thereisonething." he said, still not quite having gotten his breath back yet.

                                            >A deep breath.

                                            "That was delicious like I can barely believe - but it was really warm and-" she knew where he was going, but let him finish the question anyway. "Was there pee in that?"

                                            >The mare smiled and laughed. She got this question a lot.

                                            >"No, no, of course not! Water, milk, sugar, and a blend of herbs and other flavors. It really *is* tea, just served in a vagina instead of a cup."

                                            "Oh, that's... okay."

                                            >His noncommittal answer made it unclear to her whether or not he was happy about that.

                                            >So she laid the options on the table for him. That's what you do with a customer who isn't looking for a recommendation after all.

                                            >"We do serve it that way though. Ask for the special *with lemon* next time and that's exactly what you'll get."

                                            >His eyes went wide.

                                            >"Take all the time you need to clean up. There's towels and water on the shelf to your left. And thanks for dining with us!"

                                            >She shut the door behind her.