Helping the Neighbours by Cathorin


                                            Helping the Neighbours by Cathorin

                                            (Anon / Carrot Top)

                                            M/F, riding crop, bent over, sex, consensual


                                            (03/09/2014)


                                            https://desuarchive.org/mlp/thread/19536811/#q19567616


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                                            >Sun has barely risen as you make your way to Carrot Top's house.

                                            >Your dear friend has asked for your help transporting her produce to a nearby town.

                                            >Of course she could take the train, but it's not like farming is a goldmine to begin with.

                                            >Good thing you are such a dependable fellow, always ready to help a lady in need.

                                            >The yellow Earth pony has just finished loading her cart as you arrive.

                                            >"Hi, Anonymous! Thanks again for helping me."

                                            "Hi, Carrot. It'll be my pleasure."

                                            >"I bet it will." She smiles and blushes.

                                            >You help Carrot don her harness, and set out.

                                            >The heavy cart moves easy on the level streets.

                                            >It'll be later, on the steep uphill halfway there, when your help will be needed.

                                            >As you leave the town, the crowds of other ponies thin out and finally disappear altogether.

                                            >The seldom-used route grows patches of grass.

                                            >It's vital that you two can work in peace.

                                            >It takes more effort to move the cart now, and Carrot starts working up a sweat.

                                            >You'd help, but she needs to warm up her muscles for the fight ahead.

                                            >And besides, she's the one with magic pumping through her.

                                            >An earth pony has enough magical strength to pull a house.

                                            >But calling it up at will is another matter.

                                            >That's where you come to the picture.

                                            >The road is beginning to climb, and Carrot is clearly struggling now.

                                            >Good thing you're here.

                                            >You take out your tool and give an experimental swing.

                                            >The riding crop makes a swoosh as it glides through the air.

                                            >Carrot's ears twitch and she swallows.

                                            >She picks up speed again as you idly swat the air.

                                            >And then you're at the foot of a hill.

                                            >The road goes up at near 45 degrees.

                                            >The two of you halt.

                                            >A quick glance confirms that you're alone.

                                            >You uncoil a sturdy rope from around your shoulder.

                                            >The mare swallows, her mouth suddenly dry, as you tie the rope around her tail.

                                            >You pull the other end over her back.

                                            >She briefly resists before forcing her tail to relax.

                                            >A moment later, the fifth limb of the earth pony is secured to the harness and incapable of blocking you.

                                            >You give Carrot a quick kiss on the cheek.

                                            "Let's go."

                                            >Wordlessly, she begins pulling.

                                            >The cart moves, but as the wheels find the incline, it slows and finally halts entirely.

                                            >Carrot is pulling, her muscles taut, but the cart refuses to move.

                                            >You take aim, and swat the crop against her left buttock.

                                            >She yelps and dashes forward, the sting overriding conditioning.

                                            >Another swat, this time on the right.

                                            >You don't give Carrot time to stop or think.

                                            >The swats keep coming, the stinging pain driving her forward and steering her.

                                            >Even so, you're slowing.

                                            >Time to step on the accelerator.

                                            >A swat lands on where you know her butthole to be.

                                            >And suddenly Carrot doesn't find the rise too steep after all.

                                            >Another swat, on her teats.

                                            >Third, straight on her maregina.

                                            >It's starting to wink.

                                            >She's not a masochist, but the experience of letting you reduce her to an unthinking animal is too intimate to not turn her on.

                                            >It's the steepest part of the ascent now.

                                            >You time your blows to the rhythm of her panicked attempts to flee from them.

                                            >Left cheek, right cheek, teats, asshole, pussy, asshole again.

                                            >Carrot pants from extortion, all reason and restraint forgotten as she struggles against gravity to escape.

                                            >And then you're at the top.

                                            >You cease your barrage.

                                            >She takes a few more trembling steps and collapses.

                                            >But you're not quite done.

                                            >There's something you both need right now.

                                            >You step behind the mare and lift her behind.

                                            >Somehow, her legs manage to hold her up as you drop your trousers.

                                            >You push in, violently, and begin brutally pounding the mare beneath you.

                                            >Carrot gasps and moans and finally shakes at her release.

                                            >You hilt and let loose inside her.

                                            >For a while you just lay there, gently caressing the pony beneath you as she regains her faculties.

                                            >You kiss her ear, eliciting a small laugh.

                                            >"I'm okay now, Anon. Thanks."

                                            "Anytime, Carrot."

                                            >After a while you help her out of her harness, and you wash in the nearby stream.

                                            >The rest of the journey is uneventful.

                                            >Just two good friends walking together.

                                            >As you return to Ponyville, Carrot invites you over for the night.

                                            >You both need to unwind, after all.

                                            >You love helping your neighbour.