Carat and Stick Bonus Chapters


                                            The contents of these pastes are not considered to be part of The Carat and Stick. The characters in that story will not be affected by what happens here, nor remember it. I'm using this as a way to fill requests that can't be put into the story itself for various reasons.


                                            The following scene would fit at line 2555 of part 3. It was cut due to foalcon.


                                            >It was getting pretty late…

                                            >You couldn’t help but worry a bit.

                                            >Cadence should have picked up Flurry by now.

                                            >And where was Rarity?

                                            >You sit on the couch, half reading some light fiction as Flurry naps beneath the blanket.

                                            >It was rather odd sitting there with her.

                                            >You’d had fun.

                                            >It should have been a major inconvenience to take care of her for the day, but the little filly somehow had a habit of making you smile.

                                            >She was just so full of life!

                                            >You can’t help but wonder about your own future here.

                                            >Could you ever have one of your own?

                                            >Probably not.

                                            >Unless you imported a human woman and enslaved her.

                                            >Taking some haughty and powerful woman and turning her into breeding stock would be really fun…

                                            >Ah, whatever.

                                            >You don’t need to decide now, or even soon.

                                            >At the moment, you should focus on what’s right in front of you.

                                            >Flurry yawns, her jaw opening extremely wide.

                                            >She smacks her lips for a bit.

                                            >And then sits up really fast.

                                            >”Oh no! I forgot to practise today!”

                                            >She looks around frantically before jumping off the couch.

                                            “What are you looking for?”

                                            >Flurry opens her toy box and starts digging through it.

                                            >”I’m looking for Woody!”

                                            “Woody?”

                                            >”My most favoritest toy. I play with him every day so that I can get really good!”

                                            >Huh.

                                            >Some kind of educational game, maybe.

                                            >”He’s not here…”

                                            >Her eyes light up, and she stares at you with childlike glee.

                                            >”You can help though!”

                                            “I’d be happy to. What do you need me to do?”

                                            >”Just sit and have fun!”

                                            >She jumps up next to you.

                                            >And her intentions are immediately made clear.

                                            >Her mouth shoots to your crotch, and she grabs your zipper with her teeth.

                                            >”I’m only asposed to do this with special colts, but you’re really special! Does it feel good yet?”

                                            >She hadn’t really touched you yet.

                                            >Your underwear was still in the way.

                                            >But the energy and eagerness were doing things to you…

                                            >You can feel Flurry licking and kissing you as she awkwardly tries to get your dick out of your shorts without taking them off.

                                            >Her steadfast refusal to use her teeth at this stage makes her efforts frustratingly slow.

                                            >You move your hands down to push them aside.

                                            >”Uh-uh! I’ll do it! But why do you wear clothes anyway? It makes your weiner hard to touch.”

                                            “It gets cold.”

                                            >And also body image issues.

                                            >She keeps fighting the cloth, growing ever more frustrated and distraught.

                                            >You can hear her starting to whine.

                                            >And you’re starting to worry she might cry.

                                            >But just as she’s approaching her tantrum, she finally manages to coax part of it out.

                                            >Flurry stared at it in shock.

                                            >She slowly raises her head to meet your eye.

                                            >You watch her face slowly but inevitably transform into one of delight.

                                            >After looking you in the eye with pure glee, she stares down at your dick like it was a candy bar.

                                            >She even begins to drool on it.

                                            >”It’s bigger than Woody.”

                                            >You unbutton your pants and pull them down a bit, then fully displace your shorts to reveal the full length.

                                            >Flurry gasps in a strange mix of fear and excitement.

                                            >Flurry puts her front hooves up on your chest and climbs up, straddling you with her pussy.

                                            >”I’ve been practising! But I don’t know if I can… I think it’s too big.”

                                            >She slowly lowers herself onto you, your ego swelling almost as fast as your dick.

                                            >Her Labia stretches around your glans…

                                            >It’s tight.

                                            >REALLY tight.

                                            >Too tight.

                                            >Flurry squeaks, grits her teeth, and starts moving.

                                            >Her movements are shallow, delicate, and slow.

                                            >Every time she lowers herself, she seems to go just a tiny bit further.

                                            >But try as she might, she can’t get it in.

                                            >She can’t even take the whole head in.

                                            >She keeps trying, but you pick her up.

                                            “Hay, stop. Don’t hurt yourself.”

                                            >”But-”

                                            “No. It’s not worth hurting yourself for. If you do, I’ll be sad.”

                                            >”But I wanna!”

                                            “It’s not worth it.”

                                            >”No it isn’t! I’m a filly! I’m asposed to make my special somepony cum!”

                                            “Your special somepony?”

                                            >She shifts forward a bit, and you immediately find yourself pressing against her other hole.

                                            >”I’ve been practising my butt too.”

                                            “You’ve been practising anal? Why?”

                                            >”Because I’m asposed to make my special somepony cuuuum!”

                                            >She pushes down hard, and you think you can feel it slowly starting to make its way in.

                                            >But Flurry pulls away, eyes watering.

                                            >She collapses against you.

                                            >And sniffles.

                                            >At least she stopped before she really did any harm.

                                            “This Woody. Is it something you put inside yourself?”

                                            >She nods.

                                            “Did your mommy get it for you?”

                                            >She nods again.

                                            >”She said it was the one she used when she was my age.

                                            >”I wanted to be a good filly for my special somepony.”

                                            “And that’s me?”

                                            >She nods again.

                                            >A childhood crush…

                                            >As presented by the daughter of Cadence.

                                            “Why me?”

                                            >”Because you’re really cool! You know all the stuff! You saved aunty, and you saved me, and you found the bugs! And you play the best games too!”

                                            >You can understand why she might be infatuated with you.

                                            >”’Non likes to fuck, so I wanted to fuck him! But I wanted to be really good at it so I could make him happy.”

                                            “You really don’t need to do that kind of stuff for me.”

                                            >”I wanted to make my special somepony cum. But I couldn’t do it and now you won’t want me anymore.”

                                            “It’s okay. Don’t worry.”

                                            >”But-”

                                            >You place a finger on her lips.

                                            “You’re not ready yet, but that’s okay. I’ll still be here when you are.”

                                            >”Really? You’ll let me try again?”

                                            “Whenever you want.”

                                            >She climbs up again and gives you a big hug.

                                            >”Thanks, ‘Non. I’m going to try extra hard so that I can fuck really good. I’ll ask for a bigger Woody!”

                                            “It’s okay, take your time. I’m not going anywhere. Just be patient, don’t hurt yourself, and I’m sure you’ll be able to take it soon enough.”

                                            >She pulls away.

                                            >And then she lays belly up in your lap.

                                            >Flurry shimmies up until her butt is pressed against you.

                                            >And then she grabs your dick between her rear thighs.

                                            >Flurry proceeds to rub your cock against her slick fillyhood with her legs.

                                            >She works it with youthful vigour; there’s neither an attempt nor a need for her to pace herself as she furiously grinds back and forth.

                                            >”Is that good, mister?”

                                            >It was.

                                            >It really was.

                                            >She beams up at you as she continues to do her work, using nearly her whole body for a hoof job.

                                            >It doesn’t feel as good as actually fucking somepony.

                                            >Her grip is too tight, and her rhythm is erratic.

                                            >Honestly, her technique is downright terrible.

                                            >But seeing her working so hard to pleasure you is exciting.

                                            >Flurry continues to pump her legs with vigour, breathing heavily from the exertion.

                                            >She reaches up with her head, and manages to get her tongue on your tip.

                                            >Flurry begins to tease your tip with her tongue while still working your shaft with her legs.

                                            >She really has to stretch to do it, and can only just barely lick your cock much less suck it properly.

                                            >But still, you welcome the sensation.

                                            >Before long, she runs out of stamina and pulls herself off.

                                            >She begins to kiss and lick it sloppily and greedily, as though it were the most delicious lollipop on the planet.

                                            >It’s too big for her to fit more than a little in her mouth, but she doesn’t seem even remotely discouraged by that fact.

                                            >You find yourself having trouble holding back.

                                            >Her excitement and desperation to get you off are doing way more work than her tongue ever could.

                                            >You grunt.

                                            >Flurry gasps with excitement, and redoubles her efforts.

                                            >She lays under your dick between your legs, working the shaft with all four hooves at once.

                                            >”I’m going to work really hard every day so that ‘Non can fuck me real hard!”

                                            >It’s frustrating.

                                            >Painfully frustrating.

                                            >She’s getting so close, but you can tell it won’t be enough.

                                            >Her technique is just too bad.

                                            >If this is going to go anywhere…

                                            >”I’m going to be the best holes in all of the whole world! Just so you can fill up my cunny over and over.”

                                            “Then you’d best get started.”

                                            >You pick her up with both hands, and pull her face close to yours.

                                            >Confusion sets in on her face.

                                            >And then panic.

                                            >”It’s not gonna fit, ‘Non.”

                                            “I’ll be gentle.”

                                            >You start to lower her.

                                            >She stares nervously at your cock, treating it almost like an angry snake.

                                            >Flurry nervously swallows.

                                            >And then spreads her legs.

                                            >You press the tip of your dick against her.

                                            >She’s slick from arousal.

                                            >You’re wet from her spit.

                                            >And you slowly, carefully, gently slide in.

                                            >You inch your way ever deeper, millimetres at a time, listening to Flurry gasp and whine as you move.

                                            >You feel something against your tip when you’re about halfway in.

                                            >Looks like you’ve reached the end.

                                            >Flurry looks up at you with tear filled eyes.

                                            >She stares at you, panting, blushing…

                                            >And eventually, smiling.

                                            >”I can feel it… it’s different than Woody.”

                                            >You move slowly, gently, and tenderly.

                                            >It feels different from Rarity’s.

                                            >Way tighter, of course.

                                            >But also smoother.

                                            >She seems to have a bit less texture and friction, though you’re not sure why.

                                            >It seems to work out well though.

                                            >If it was as intense as Rarity’s pussy it would overstimulate you with this much pressure.

                                            >Despite the pressure, it’s not overstimulating.

                                            >”I feel funny, ‘Non. Like I’m gonna asplode!”

                                            “You know what that means, right?”

                                            >”Nuh-uh. Am I sick?”

                                            >She’s never had a climax before, it seems.

                                            “No. Just relax. Enjoy the feeling.”

                                            >You continue at a leisurely and gentle pace, watching as Flurry’s legs start twitching.

                                            >It’s obvious what’s coming next.

                                            “Hold back against it as long as you can. And when you can’t fight it anymore, give in all at once.”

                                            >You’re not sure if she hears you.

                                            >Her eyes are unfocused, and her breathing is unsteady.

                                            >Flurry is no longer there.

                                            >She’s completely lost in the sensation.

                                            >You continue to move her body up and down, slowly and delicately penetrating her.

                                            >Trying very carefully not to injure her.

                                            >Whatever “Woody” is, it’s not a real penis.

                                            >It’s not real sex.

                                            >It lacks the warmth, the tenderness, the intimacy, and the excitement of the real thing.

                                            >And Flurry’s little virgin body isn’t sure how to handle it.

                                            >She lets out a guttural whine, and starts twitching.

                                            >You can feel her muscles trying and failing to spasm around your cock as she experiences her first ever climax.

                                            >You don’t change anything at all, instead maintaining the gentle rhythm as she rides the waves of pleasure.

                                            >Reality begins to slowly return to her, and you begin to see the glint of awareness in her eyes.

                                            >You pull her off yourself, making a slight popping noise when your glans finally escapes.

                                            >Flurry’s hole doesn’t close right away, having been stretched out just a bit too wide.

                                            >You take a moment to inspect it, and are pleased to see you were gentle enough, if only barely.

                                            >There’s no meaningful damage.

                                            >But she’s going to be pretty sore.

                                            >You set her down and she looks up at you with adoration.

                                            “Was it as good as you’d hoped?”

                                            >”I didn’t know I was asposed to feel good when we did it. I thought just the colt did.”

                                            >Her climax must have caught her completely off guard then.

                                            >”Is that why mommy touches herself when she thinks I’m not looking?”

                                            “Probably.”

                                            >”Oh no!”

                                            >Panic grips her face.

                                            >Flurry climbs under your dick once again, and lays there belly up.

                                            >Once again, she starts working you with all four hooves.

                                            >”I forgot to make you cum!”

                                            >Her hind leg movements are a bit less energetic than during her previous attempt.

                                            >And yet, she’s getting a lot closer to finishing the job.

                                            >You’re not sure if it’s the lubrication from fucking her, residual pleasure, or if it’s just the eroticism of blowing her mind like that catching up to you.

                                            >But her ministrations are working.

                                            >”I’m really sorry! I was feeling too good and couldn’t think and I forgot!”

                                            >She gives it a big sloppy kiss.

                                            >”Mmm! I taste REALLY good!”

                                            “Describe the flavour.”

                                            >”It’s a lot like sweet grapefruit juice if it was mostly water.”

                                            >She changes her approach, licking you methodically and trying to drink up her own fluids.

                                            >You lose control.

                                            >You cum, spraying semen all over her face.

                                            >Flurry beams up at you, showing a big bright smile as a second burst shoots forth.

                                            >By the time you’re done, her face is an absolute mess and there’s a strand of it hanging from her mane.

                                            >”Oh, thank you so much, ‘Non! I’m really happy that you let me do this.”

                                            “Y- yeah. No problem.”

                                            >”Don’t worry. Next time, you can fuck me harder. I’ll work really hard to be the best filly ever, just for you!”

                                            >She kisses your dick.

                                            “I appreciate it. Let’s go get you cleaned up.”

                                            >”Nuh-uh! I wanna wear your cum!”

                                            >That’s really not an option.

                                            >It’ll dry out and become a big mess.

                                            >But…

                                            >Maybe you can let her wear your seed.

                                            >Just for a little longer.