Mouthing the Cherry


                                            Synopsis: (You) get to mouth the cherry.


                                            >You're currently on break during your shift at Cherry Hill Ranch.

                                            >You calmly lean with your back against one of the buildings.

                                            >"Well howdy do there, Honeysuckle!" a voice calls out to you.

                                            >Turning your head, you see the owner of the ranch herself—Cherry Jubilee—striding up to you.

                                            >She's a mature-looking earth pony with a cream-coloured coat and crimson mane styled like a beehive.

                                            >Her eyes are elegant emeralds, and she has a mole on her left cheek; she may be a touch on the older side, but for you—that doesn't make her any less breathtaking.

                                            >In fact, you would go as far as to say that a mare like her ages like a fine cherry wine.

                                            >As you wave to her and greet her, you ask what's the occasion for her visit.

                                            >"Why, I may be the boss around these parts, but surely I'm entitled to a break of my own like everypony else!"

                                            >You quickly stammer out an apology, but she playfully bats a hoof in your direction.

                                            >"Aw, no need to be like that, Sugarcube. I was only teasin'."

                                            >You sigh in relief.

                                            >She sits down on her haunches.

                                            >"Truth of the matter is—I just wanted to see how one of my hardest workers is doin'."

                                            >You let her know that you're doing just fine, especially with an amazing boss like her.

                                            >"Oh, you flatterer, you!" She giggles.

                                            >"But in all honesty, I do hope you know just full-well glad I am to have such a reliable sort like yourself on the ranch!"

                                            >You nod, saying that you're happy to be here.

                                            >"You're so reliable, I'm starting to get worried the bits I'm payin' you just ain't enough to show how appreciative I am of you!"

                                            >You try to reassure her that you're more than happy with your current arrangement.

                                            >"'Y'sure? There really ain't nothing I can do to properly make it up to you?"

                                            >You raise an eyebrow, wondering where she's going with this.

                                            >"Cause, well…"

                                            >She rubs her chin with a hoof, briefly looking to the side.

                                            >"Word around the ranch is that you've been wanting to…what was it now…"

                                            >The corners of her lips curve upwards as she looks back up at you.

                                            >"Mouth cherries? Is that right?"


                                            >Your blood runs cold as you realise that she has somehow discovered your crush on her.

                                            >Damn it, who ratted you out? Was it that bastard, Loose Lips?! You knew you never could have trusted him with your deepest, darkest fantasies!

                                            >Your mind races in all directions as you try to form a rebuttal to her claims and save some amount of face.

                                            >But Cherry, noticing your plight, lets out a soft giggle.

                                            >"Now, now, Sweet Cheeks; ain't nothing wrong with being honest with your desires."

                                            >That's another sigh of relief from you, but you can't hide your growing blush, now knowing that she knows about your feelings.

                                            >"Actually, this is all part of the reason I came on down here to see you."

                                            >You blink at her; what is she getting at…?

                                            >"Y'see, Sugar Plum, I've been wanting to show you my appreciation for all your hard work for a while now. So…I reckon I might be able to help you with your…cherry tastin' dreams~"

                                            >Your eyes widen even more than they currently are, and you shakily ask if that's really okay with her.

                                            >"'Course it is. Now, come on down…" She beckons to you.

                                            >You crouch down, meeting her at eye level.

                                            >At this proximity—your blood is pumping something fierce.

                                            >Being this close to her—you can smell her perfume; it has a pungent, fruity smell—that of cherries.

                                            >Ever on brand, Cherry Jubilee is clearly ready to uphold her namesake's pedigree at all times.

                                            >"Now there's my handsome…'man,' was it? You're even more breathtakin' up close~"

                                            >She chuckles and soon closes her eyes, leaning in slightly.

                                            >"Well come on then, Lover Boy, pucker up~"

                                            >She puckers up her lips.

                                            >And you slowly lean in towards her…

                                            >But she's the one to draw "first blood," so to speak, as she quickly closes the distance and crashes her lips onto yours.

                                            >"Mm~"

                                            >Her lipstick tastes like cherry.


                                            >But she's not done there; she continues to press forward, and you soon find yourself losing your balance.

                                            >You fall onto your butt, and she pushes your back against the building's wall behind you.

                                            >From there, she quickly straddles your lap, lips still locked with yours.

                                            >Her forehooves gently wrap around your back; one snakes under your arms while the other presses against your nape, pushing your face deeper into hers.

                                            >Not wishing to stay idle, you reach your own arms and wrap them around her body.

                                            >One of your hands moves upwards and softly ruffles through her beehive-like mane.

                                            >While the other travels downwards, soon resting against her rump; you give it a few tender rubs.

                                            >She hums in appreciation to your ministrations.

                                            >After several moments of mashing your lips together, she tilts her head at a slight angle, and you feel her tongue press against your lips.

                                            >And so you let it in.

                                            >Her own tongue spills into your mouth, licking everywhere she can.

                                            >If her lips taste like cherry, then her tongue is like a cherry-flavoured pop.

                                            >You can't help but want even more of her taste, so you push your tongue against hers.

                                            >And she's ever so eager to bless you with more of her taste, as she pushes her tongue back, mixing her saliva with yours.

                                            >Your tongues continue to wrestle together, the both of you desperate to be the dominant one in this moment of heated passion.

                                            >"Mmph~"

                                            >The two stay like this for a while, tongues dancing again each other while your bodies subtly grind against one another.

                                            >But eventually, all good things must come to an end, as after what feels like minutes of deep mouth-to-mouth, she pulls back with a *mwah!*

                                            >A thin trail of saliva still briefly connects you two, before it slowly breaks away.

                                            >She gives you a half-lidded gaze while the two of you slowly catch your breath.

                                            >With the two of you being so close together like this, it's only natural that the two of you would share breath.

                                            >Even her breath tastes like cherry.

                                            >She leans in and affectionately nuzzles your cheek.

                                            >"Hope the cherry tastin' was worth the wait, Cherry Pie~"

                                            >You reply that it was worth all that and more.

                                            >"Hehe… I'm right glad to hear it."

                                            >You let out a sigh of exhaustion; you're grateful things turned out this way, but you weren't prepared to be frenching any ponies today; especially during break time.

                                            >She reaches up and gently massages your scalp with her hoof.

                                            >"There, there…"

                                            >Retracting her hoof, she leans in and gives you a quick peck where she had just touched you.

                                            >"Now if you get any more urges like that, be sure to let me know, alright?"

                                            >You weakly nod at her to the best of your ability.

                                            >"'Cause Momma Jubilee's always happy to take care of it~"