I recall my life before I lived in this one story house with my wife, Silica Gel. A mare, obviously, in the outskirts of Ponyville. What a name, Ponyville. It fits, though. And it is the friendliest place in the realm. There's a pink mare named, get this, Pinkie Pie, that keeps the local's spirits high, and mine, too.
I was a barber. I'm not one here, because manes and tails are too much to concentrate on, but there I was great at what I did. I could give anyone a 'do that'd get them whatever they needed. It was a warm spring evening when I was done with my workday and left the shop and took in the mall around me, then all I heard was a pop sound, and then I was here. I had a headache for days, I assume I was shot in the head and this' my afterlife.
When I get down to it, my life wasn't that great before. But the life I tried to carve out here was way worse. I started in the far west, by the Catlands, and it took me a week before I gathered a gang of any that would follow me in an effort to usurp the current feline in charge. Took a day before I was captured and branded on my leg as a terrible person and banished from ever entering their lands.
I went through Diamond Dog territory, but they weren't used to their prey fighting back, so they gave up after a couple bloody muzzles and lost teeth.
Finally I came into the Everfree Forest, that was the real challenge. Making it through that hell hole and surviving. Everything is out to get you in that place. From the plants to the trees, even critters were nipping at my ankles! After a day of running, hiding, power napping, and crawling like a worm, I found myself at the edge of the Apples' farm.
They took me in and helped fix me up before I went to see a doctor and get checked out for real...
-x-X-x-
"Honey," Sil called to me, "stop writing your book and come to bed."
"I know, but it's not just a book," I sighed as I stood and stretched my arms. I looked back to see her eyeing me in that way. "It's my autobiography. Ponies will read this for ages and know that the few humans here aren't all bad."
"I know, but I want a bad person in my bed tonight," she looked at me with lidded eyes as I moved from the desk to the bed and the waiting mare in the sheets. I was naked from the waist down, as had become the custom for me around town, it seemed. I'd worn through my clothes pretty quickly surviving and Rarity, the town seamstress, wouldn't let me wear what I had on, so she designed me a long shirt.
I've been wearing them since, and there's a sense of freedom to be had with not wearing pants and letting everything dangle freely throughout the year. Except winter, that's when it sucks and I have to buy pants at a premium. Element of generosity, indeed.
Getting into bed she scooted back to her side more as I climbed in and I couldn't help but admire her pony body. Sure, it's not even close to a human woman's body, but something about being able to eat out a mare and pinch her nipples without having to stretch my arms to an extreme is really nice.
I leaned in and we kissed, she has such soft lips, and a long flat tongue that drives me wild. She almost always turns to her belly first because that's how ponies make love, doggy style, er, pony style, I guess. It took a few tries to learn how to make it work between us, but now we do it all kinds of ways.
I can't help but feel proud of myself, too. Ponies only last a minute, at best. Everything after that is pure lasting orgasm, and my fifteen to fifty minutes is enough to make her pass out when I'm done. Every mare in town wants to experience me, but I'm not into herding, as they call it. Having several mares to bed whenever they're in the mood, or I am. Especially since I can't procreate unless I let them turn me into a pony, even for a little while.
I climbed on top of her and she rolled to her side and grinned at me. "You're gonna start sideways? Naughty, human."
"Naughty wife, letting me," I said as I straddled her hind leg and lifted the other with my hands. She inhaled sharply as I gripped her leg with my left and let my right hand slide to her dock. I easily found her wet entrance and grabbed my cock with my hand and slid it against her pussy from back to front before I lined it up and moved my hips to let it slide into her. I love how she snorts as I penetrate her, it's so… animalistic. I grab her tail near the base and tug it, making sure it's out of the way before I begin the fun part of pressing deeply into her until my hips are grinding against her rump.
She loves it, and she's actually getting better tolerance to the time it takes me. Not by much, but something is something, right? She whimpers and bites her bottom lip as she reaches for my pillow to hold to herself as I ravage her. I grunt and growl slightly and it just makes it better, because she clenches tighter around me, fear of predators is great sex play.
Pulling her leg to the right I roll her to her back and let her leg free of my weight as I pull my long shirt off and toss it to the floor beside the bed and let myself fall over her with my arms to keep me propped. She's already wiggling herself into position for me to reenter her but I wait.
"Make love to me," she whispers, "please."
"I will, but I want you to know that I love you for the mare you are, not just because of this."
She looks at me wistfully and leans up to kiss me. "I know you've loved me for me since I first ran into you." We share a laugh at the memory of her literally running into me while playing with some other mares on the main road. I fell over and she got a good look at my penis and blushed deeply enough to turn her fifty shades of red.
She bought me supper to apologize and now here we are, two years later and I'm penetrating her again. Her eyes widen as I slowly enter her, going as deep as my body will allow until I'm buried balls deep inside her. She's still holding the pillow between us but fights to shove it away. Hooves aren't very useful during sex and I laugh, take the pillow in my mouth, and move it away.
"Thanks," she mumbles and places her hooves against my chest and rocks her hips up and we both gasp as we feel me slip at least an inch deeper inside her. The sensation is beyond words, but I do my duty and begin grinding against her, staying so deep it feels like we're trying for a baby. If she were human, yeah, I'd be a daddy a couple times by now.
I feel her cervix and before I know it she's beginning to come. She hooks her hooves over my shoulder and her rear legs are curled up, hooves pressing against my lower belly as she rocks. Her tail hairs brush my ass as she leans up and bites me on the neck and whinnies like crazy as the first orgasm flood her body.
She tightens her grip around my shoulders and stops biting me to let her head fall to the pillow and she screams like a woman now. She knows to move her hind legs now or else she'll push me off the bed with a mighty buck.
I feel her contractions, her body trying to milk me as though I were done. Her body is in for a bit of a shock again. I stop and wait for her to stop shaking and kicking her legs so much before I start again. It's been a long day and I won't last much longer, but I won't let her know that.
"Oh, horse apples, please, come in me! Right there, that's it, right?" she asks. I nod as I lean in for another kiss. "Yes, that's it. Do it for me you mighty stallion!"
I'm her stallion. Not a man, or anything else. I'm a stallion to her and she's the woman of my dreams. I imagine her as a human. Large breasts, fair skin to contrast my cinnamon tone, and a pussy as tight as it is now. I feel the feeling. It's growing from the tip of my cock and gliding its way down to the base.
"Turn over, I wanna finish in you the right way," I tell her. She's sweating a lot, and I see tears in her eyes from the emotional weight of release, and I see a smile on her muzzle. I lean up and she scrambles, carefully now, to turn over. Her tail moves to the side and I grab her cutie marks as my grip.
I learned that ponies don't have hips for grabbing, not the way I'm used to, anyway. So, I don't waste any time and I reenter her. She buries her face in her pillow and I let my left hand grab her mane and I pull as I begin to ride her in the way only lovers can. She really wants to watch me have sex with another mare… I think I'll give her the pleasure of doing that, but not this week. This week is about us, this moment is about us.
I feel it tickling in my hips and cock. "I'm gonna come soon. Inside you, baby!" I grunt as I start the slapping sounds from her wetness that's getting worse and my enthusiastic efforts.
"Yes, inside me, all of it! For our foals, please, inside me!" she pants as she raises and lowers her rump in stride with my motions.
Then, without much warning, it happens. I dig my fingers into her flanks and grunt long and hard. "I'm coming… inside you… so much and so deep…"
I feel my body tense as the rush of come flows from my cock into her body, then a few seconds later, I breathe again and fall onto her, panting faster than she is. She whimpers and sniffles and her ear smacks me in the eye. I chuckle between panting breaths and start to pull out of her. I love when she trembles as I leave her body.
Free, we both collapse into our sides of the bed, I have to move my pillow to my head, but I fall over and look at her. "I love you," I whisper. She blinks her eyes clear and kisses me.
"I love you, too. That was amazing," she says softly as I place a hand on her side and let my fingers drag through her coat. She looks at me seriously as my fingers continue back along her body. She slaps my forearm with her tail. "No, bad! No more, it's closed for the night," she huffs a heavy snort of nose steam at me.
"I know, but I was hoping for a late night snack from the deli."
She rolls her eyes. "Everything's closed until tomorrow, the last customer made quite the mess and it has to be cleaned up, by our very exhausted staff." She smirks. She thinks she's so clever.
"Well, I happen to have a staff that's not very exhausted and can help you out with that problem, back there."
She shoves me with her hoof playfully. "You're awful! Just, let a mare recover before you even try that again, okay?"
I feel my cheeks hurting from smiling. "I know, just messing with you. I won't take advantage of you, until you're asleep."
"If you do that again, I can't promise I won't buck you out of bed again."
"I can't promise I won't climb back into bed and get right back to it," I replied as I pinched her eartip.
"No, sleep now, sex tomorrow. Too sleepy, you mated me to sleep. See, me sleep?"
"Ah, I see what I want," I said as I let my hand trail down her body again. Another slap from her tail and I knew she wasn't having it. "I love you, Sil. I'll dream of you, okay?"
She sighs lightly and is almost asleep. "I really have to pee," she whines.
"Yeah, I hit your 'pee' spot. It's right next to your 'g' spot! I get confused."
She rolls out of bed and stumbles on her hooves as she makes her way to the bathroom. "A year and a half and you hit them both every time," she jokes.
I love her in a way I never imagined love could be, not for one like me. I feel her climb back into bed and kiss me on my nose, she whispers something softly, and then silence. I don't know when, but I fell asleep while she was leaving the room.
I really like this world, and if I had to choose, I'd never go back.
-x-X-x-
I woke up and inhaled the scent of Sil. She smells like a horse, but one that uses strawberry shampoo and conditioner. I never thought beastiality would be the best thing in my life, but here I am, married to a pony in a world that isn't mine.
I keep a healthy distance from the other humans around the world. I guess there are about two hundred of us scattered about. There was talk about starting a human town, but none of us want to repeat the sins of the past, so we just blended into the places we were at. I know some mares, uh, women, are in long term relationships with ponies and one is with a gryphon. Good for them.
I kiss her forehead and brush her forelocks from her face, looking at her fluttering eyes behind their closed lids. She sleeps so soundly and it's cute when she has a dream she's active in, because her legs move like she's trotting. Even with hooves, though, she doesn't hurt me when she connects hoof to flesh.
She keeps them taken care of in a way I've never been able to with my finger nails, and it doesn't help that I have sharp teeth and bite my nails. Ponies can't do that. Plus one to ponykind. I will be honest though, as I look at her sleeping soundly, that she scares me too. Have you ever been married in the first place?
Take your life partner and give them three times your strength in their body and a kind, off-putting nature, and see what happens when they get mad. And for ponies, it's easy to make them mad, in certain ways. Start gossip about one of their friends, fine. Start gossip about any member of family past first cousins? Have bandages ready. I got a few lacerations on my forearms from a mare that thought I was gossiping about her sister! Imagine if I really was? I might have been hospitalized.
And let me tell you that when you're insulting a pony and they turn away, even a little, it's not because they're feeling defeated or leaving, it's because they're getting ready to buck you. Two high powered legs, flying at you at the speed of a striking snake, with the intent of getting you away from them.
Yeah, cracked a rib when that happened to me at a local pub. I just wanted to tell this colt he was being a dick to the mare he'd brought. Being a dick can be seen as flirting here just as much as back home, but I didn't know biting was part of it. So, I'm there, trying to explain how to treat a lady, and boom, one to the chest, one to the gut.
Bad week of recovery began.
But, that was years ago, now. All I care about are the past two and a half, since Silica entered my life. All the love we've had and shared more than makes up for the few fights we've had. Mostly verbal, but when it got physical, holy crap can we both take a beating. And not a pony in town was upset with us for fighting!
It's totally normal for mates to fight at times, as long as it isn't serious, then it's just seen as a quarrel over territory or something. I don't get these creatures sometimes, yet who am I to judge?
I move back and roll from the bed, picking up my shirt and pulling it on. I move to the desk and begin to write more of my story when I hear her moan and yawn. "How's my chocolate bar today?"
I smirk. "How's my creamy donut?" I retort.
She moves out of the bed and comes up behind me, rears and holds onto the back of the chair, then nuzzles my cheek with hers. "I smell like you so much, every mare's gonna be so jealous."
"I know, but they'll never have the real thing, only you will," I say reaching back and holding the crown of her head.
"Honey, you know I want to start a family with you, right?" I roll my eyes and sigh, I know where this is going. "Look, you just need to be a pony for an hour, tops. I want your foals…" here it comes, "don't you want to have some with me? Don't you love me enough?"
"Yes," I reply gruffly, "and you know I don't like you guilting me into things."
"If I didn't, we wouldn't be together, would we?" she teases me with words that make my mind reel in memory.
"Fine, I'll think about it," I state firmly. She jumps in place and does a two legged dance before landing on all fours and climbing onto my lap. The grin she's wearing is enough to get me to give her a hundred bits to go shopping… what power will our children hold over me?
"That's all I request, my love." We kiss and she curls up on my lap as best she can. I pet her and we both love it, until the chair creaks. She gets off and moves to the doorway. "Breakfast of hay and oats?"
"Oh yeah, you know I love 'em," I reply. She smiles at me and leaves. We, and most ponies know, I can't eat hay. Not if I want to avoid constipation issues, anyway. We joke about things the other can't eat often, but won't force the other to eat them, not anymore. Bacon is a beautiful thing, and ponies think so too. That is until they eat about a pound of it and then spend the next two days in the bathroom, cursing everything about life.
I can't ever apologize to her enough.
I hear a log being tossed into the oven and smile. Fire is a beautiful thing, and it makes cold foods hot, and they're so much better hot. You haven't tried anything until you've had ah'slani with fva'ein cold, then hot. It melts me to my core, and she knows it. I'm fortunate to have such an amazing wife, such an amazing pony in my life. I can still remember what I did in the Everfree Forest to survive, the lives of ponies I took before I knew they were sapient. The goods I'd stolen and hoarded in hopes to come across another human to trade with.
The blood these hands spilt in ignorance will never see the light of day beyond my own repressed memories. I have to set a better example, for the children we'll have someday.
I enter the kitchen and sit at the table, crossed legged on the floor, before she's done setting it. "Good morning, my love," I tell her. She places two plates on the table and kisses my cheek.
"And thanks for last night," she tells me as she turns and returns to the stove, her tail swaying a little higher than normal, giving me a clear view of her nethers and the scent, oh, sweet Celestia we smell great together. She says it smells like buttery popcorn, but I say it smells like wildflowers by the ocean.
We both have our own experiences, I guess. Herbivore versus omnivore, and all that, we taste and smell things differently, it just is.
"You're lost in thought again, husband," she says placing a cup full of apple juice by my plate.
"Yeah, just thinking about how much I love you and can't live without you," I look intently at the juice.
"You're adorable when you're like this, but what aren't you telling me? Is it about your book?"
"Kinda," I shrug, "and apple juice again?"
"You know it's the cheapest in town, and with the season just starting we need to save the bits until the harvest grows."
"Yeah," I sigh and take the drink in my hand and sip it lightly. Sour, damn it.
"Oh, I'm sorry, they only had green apples on sale when I bought them, is it too sour?"
"No, just right," I muse as I set my cup down and away from me, more toward her place. I glance sideways at her and she's wearing a frown.
"If you don't want to save then go buy some oranges or watermelon and I'll make a different drink for you."
"Hey, what about coffee? That's always in season," I snark back.
"You know it makes my stomach turn to smell it. Why not tea? It's cheap and good for you."
"Why not just splurge and go out for breakfast, then? You go to your cafe and I'll go to the burger joint!" Why am I getting upset over this conversation?
"So, you want to eat out? Then go out and eat, I'll make breakfast for myself! I don't need to have your criticism this early!"
"Don't raise your voice and threaten me," I'm losing my temper, why don't I let it go?
"Or what? You'll do to me what you did in the Everfree?!"
I stop and my breath hitches. She swore she'd never bring that darkness back to the light. I stand quickly and feel the fuming anger building in my chest and inhale, ready to shout her into her place at the bottom of the food chain, and turn, stomping to the doorway.
"Wait, I'm sorry-" she says in a pleading voice, but I've already slipped on my sandals and am out the door with a slam. I growl to myself and kick a foot worth of pebbles from the walkway further down the path and start to jog away. The door opens and I hear her shout after me, but I don't want to hear it. I don't want to hurt again, this time myself.
I was a monster then, and my heart aches when I recall what I'd done, and for her to bring it up during a casual argument kills me inside. The fact that I didn't blow my top is something good, though. I know who I have to see, my confidant. The one mare in town that gets me, the weirdo! Amber Cupcake. Her cutie mark is an amber colored cupcake and her coat is, well, Amber, and her mane is black with amber highlights.
If there was a pony that fit her name, she's it!
Sil isn't following me, she knows better than to leave a burning stove alone. Fires aren't taken lightly in small hamlets like this, and all our stuff has too much meaning to risk burning. Once I'm calmed down, I'll go back and we'll talk this out. Lovers argue, it's normal. Right?
I arrive at Amber's house and knock on the door, greeting ponies as they pass by name. I know almost every pony in town now, and they know me. They also know to not take me lightly. I am a fierce fighter and passionate lover, so the rumors go, and who am I to tell them otherwise? I certainly hope to never have to fight, because my training would leave a person with broken bones and in a hospital, what would happen with a pony if I were to fight them like it mattered?
Amber opened the door and smiled at me. "Hey! I didn't expect to see you for a couple days. I'm just starting breakfast, have you eaten yet?"
"No, I kinda got into an argument with Sil and chose to leave before it got too bad."
"Oh? Well, come in, please. Just, take your shoes off and sit at the table, I have coffee and potatoes started and I'll throw on some eggs, as well."
"Your kindness is heartwarming," I tell her as I duck so I don't bump my head as I enter her house. I slip my shoes off and sniff the air, it smells good. "So, what're you doing today? Any big plans?"
"No, just sit around and take care of the house. I don't work for another two days, so that means I have time to myself," she uses her magic to stir some stuff on the stove, "so I guess you showing up is the start of a great couple days off."
"Yeah, I hope so. I have to get a job soon, because Sil's making enough, but it's just enough."
"Ah, and you don't wanna live bit to bit? Who does?"
I smile weakly. "Exactly. And I can't drink apple juice for breakfast every day."
"Eeyuck, who can? Here, have some pear and orange juice. I made it yesterday for some drinks with friends, there's no alcohol in it, don't worry."
"I'm not, Amber. Thanks," I say taking the drink from her magic and smiling. I like how magic feels as I pass through it. I sip and the sweetness has a slight tart to it. "That's really good. You should give the recipe to Sil, she needs it."
"Oh, hush, it's not that good. And, what were you two arguing about this time?" she asks putting a plate in front of me.
"Nothing. Almost literally. Nothing. It was stupid and she said something that really hurt me and I left. Now I'm here."
"All that? Well, it's a good thing you ran here as quickly as you could," she joked as she took the plate she'd just set in front of me back to her and gave me some food, "so, what's your plan then? Hide here until she comes to get you?"
I grin as the plate returns to me and I grab for a fork that isn't there. "Fork, please? And I guess. She should worry a little about me, after what she said."
I took the fork she quickly passed me and began to eat. "What did she say that was so mean?"
I swallowed and looked at the mare. "Just, things from my past that she said she wouldn't bring up."
"Oh," she hummed as she took her seat and a spoon to her food, "so, would you like to help me out?"
"With what?"
"I've gotta spiffy up the house and my bedroom is a mess and I could use help with it. There's also the backyard that needs some care before I can plant some food and-"
"Woah, okay, okay, what about starting simple. I'll help you clean up and we'll go from there. Sheesh, you're lucky I'm such a nice guy."
"Yeah, I'm jealous, too. Silica gets the best man in the world and I get one night stands," she pouts.
"Well, maybe I can talk Sil into herding," I joke. Big mistake.
"Oh my gosh! Really?! I'd be so happy to be with you and I'd treat you right and love you as much as you need!"
I lean back as she jumps from her spot and to me in a single bound and climbs into my lap. "Woah, I didn't mean-"
"And I'd do anything to make you happy, like cook and clean and I'd never hurt your feelings," she rambles before she kisses me. Her tongue slips into my mouth and I shudder, a wave of pleasure vibrates from my groin to my chest. "Sil told me you liked when she did that, I'd do that as often as you'd let me!"
I suppress the sudden desire that spiked and grab her by the shoulders. "No, I can't just bring you over there and offer you to our family."
"Why not?" she asks innocently. I forget that ponies can enter other relationships at the drop of a hat. I exhale and gently push her off and lean back, with my arms as supports.
"Because," I finally start, only to feel a sudden sensation on my cock. "What?!"
"I see you're unsheathed, so I'm just saying hello to it," she winks and looks under my shirt. I sit up quickly but she uses her magic to do something I can't describe to the underside of my penis and my balls. It's a great feeling, to say the least. Then she whispers softly. "Just lay back."
I can't stop myself as I do just that. I think she's casting a spell on me, because I've never even thought of doing this with her. Well, maybe a few times, but it was a while ago! What the pluck is happening? Why'd I say those stupid words and then she kissed me and now, holy crap, she's putting her head under my shirt.
She takes me into her mouth and I know better than to worry about biting, since they have flat teeth. Her tongue and magic wrap around me in alternating strokes and she slurps as she goes. "Wow, it's bigger than I thought it'd be," she says in a muffled voice as I watch her horn pitch a bobbing tent under my shirt.
I lay back and moan as she goes to work like a professional. She's way better than Sil, but I'd never say that to either of them. She giggles as she slows down but keeps the pressure on in the right ways. I feel it encroaching, climbing from my inner pelvis like thick molasses rolling to my cock.
"Ah, no… don't. Stop," I mumble drunkenly. It feels so good I can't form a solid sentence.
"Don't stop? That's what I like to hear," she says between slurps and starts rolling her tongue and using her magic in ways I haven't felt since I was younger and back on my earth with women.
"Ough, gah, no, I can't…"
"Do it, let me taste it," she says as I lose what little control I had and let it shoot into her mouth. Only a few squirts, but I hear her swallow them all as she gently caresses my balls, giving a final squeeze before letting me go. She stands up and looks at me proudly. "Hmm, salty with a hint of sweetness in the aroma. I like it! More?" she drops her head and I scramble back.
I feel so bad! What just happened? How can I explain it to Sil? Why do I want more, even though I violated my marriage agreement to my wife. Amber prances to me and presses her lips to mine, letting her tongue enter my mouth again. She's right, I am salty. I lose it again, my body takes over and I grab her cheeks and kiss her back.
"Are you sure you want to do this? There's no going back," I tell her. Sil's been wanting me to get with another mare for over a year, and here's a mare I know and trust, so it'll be okay!
"Yes, please, I've wanted you for a whole year, since you turned me down last spring. No colt turns me down," she giggles. Yeah, she's a slut, that's why she's the weirdo in town. Mating whenever it suits her with anypony.
I push her to the ground and she giggles, rolls to her belly, and moves her tail. "No, that's not how I do it, unless I wanna finish quick. We're going to your bed." She stands and trots to her room with me in close behind her. She lays on her bed again, tail aside as I climb beside her and push her over.
"Ouch! I thought you wanted to have sex," she huffs.
"I do, my way. Lay on your back," I tell her. She looks at me and her eyes widen slightly as a grin forms.
"Yes, master! I'll do whatever you want."
I roll my eyes. "It's the easiest way to have sex between us that's going to work without days of practice. Now, lay on your back."
She looks puzzled, but rolls around until she's on her back, her forelegs covering her barrel as though to keep her safe. I take off my shirt and toss it aside to the floor by the door and lay parallel to her. I take her left hind leg and move it between my legs and let her left leg rest on my right hip. "Ready?" I ask her. She looks down at me and shrugs.
"Sure? What's this going to do? It's really weird."
I reach my right hand down and place it on her teats and gently massage the closest one to me. She lays her head back and moans softly. Mares and women love tit play! I let my hand slide down more and back a bit until I feel the heat from her pussy on my hand, then I start to finger her.
She sits up slightly at the new sensation. Fingers are way better than hooves at sex. I swirl, I press, I let my index finger slide into her and wiggle around, just to get a feeling for her before I move my hips closer and, using my finger as a guide, slowly penetrate her body. She gasps and sits up, looking down at our crossed legs and then to me, then back to my cock as it disappears inside her body.
With a slow motion I'm all the way inside her and she nickers in delight. I tighten my legs around hers as an anchor and begin to fuck her like the naughty pony she is. I press deeply inside her and pull out almost all the way, then slap back into her again and again. I feel her clit just inside her pussy lips with my finger and start to rub her like I was making love to a woman, like I was making love with Sil.
I press slightly and make circles at her nub, then let my middle finger slide inside her while I'm pulling out and alternate my cock for finger so she's always getting one or the other. I feel her start to wink, which is a dead giveaway that she's going to come soon so i keep the pace. She's moaning, nickering, pawing at the air like she's trying to knock a balloon away, or something.
She comes within a minute, true to pony nature. She screams like a woman and it turns into a whinney as she does a few sit-ups as she orgasms, then falls flat to the bed, exhaling a laugh. "Wow, that was great," she starts but stops as I continue to have sex with her. "What, what're you doing?"
"Just getting started," I say as I grab her right hindleg and use it to pull myself closer to her body, sliding deeper inside her. Now that she's come her body is inviting me in. I can go deeper than before and keep at it for longer than she can handle. She shouldn't have sucked me off first.
I grind my hips against her body as I go and she can't seem to decide how to handle the situation. I'm in total control so she can't stop me, and I don't think she wants to. Not yet. We'll see how she fares in due time.
I keep at it for several minutes. I don't finger her like I was, but I use my first two fingers to spread her pussy open and to press against the sides of my cock as I enter and leave her body until I start to get tired. My lower leg's cramping so I release her and she starts to weep.
"Are, do you, better now?"
I chuckle. "Half way there, stay on your back and don't roll over." She looks at me intently, almost on the verge of crying, but she nods."
"Yes, Master."
I climb on top of her and grab her hind hooves, pushing them closer to her head than she'd like as I look at her winking pussy. Her lips are amber, like her name, but she's bright red inside. I watch for a few seconds and then I line up my cock again and without care or caution I let myself fall into her.
She gasps and whimpers, kicks her hind hooves. I'm experienced enough to keep a grip and guide them away from me as I stay deep inside her and begin to gyrate my pelvis against her dock. She's whining, moaning, tears are spilling from her eyes. We're both loving this! She's starting to get creamy.
That's what I call it when multiple orgams happen in a pony. She's making all kinds of fluids and they're discharging all over my belly and thighs. Every few seconds of squishing yields a new squirt of perfumed juices against my body. I'm going to have to explain this carefully to Sil when I get back.
Amber looks at me and leans up, her muzzle is more than long enough for me to reach and I kiss her, letting our tongues dance in each other's mouths as I enter and exit her body. I feel it starting. It's going to happen and I'm going to come inside her and it's going to mark her as mine, a member of my herd, if she wants to join.
I stop kissing and fucking her. "Are you sure?" She nods slightly, too tired to speak and too orgamsic to care. "Turn to your belly, I'll finish the normal way."
She inhales deeply as I leave her and in one motion rolls to her belly, spilling her juices across her bed and legs as she does. I grab her cutie marks and reenter her. It's better this time. Her winking pussy is moving in time with my thrusts and it's massaging me just right. Fuck magic, everything about this mare is amazing. I grunt as I usually do when I'm getting close and start pulling her in rhythm to my motions. I feel my legs getting wetter and wetter as she comes again. Her face is buried into her pillow and she's screaming in ecstacy.
That's it, the last straw. "I'm coming in you!" I grunt as I dig my fingers into her cutie marks and thrust as deeply as I can. I call her name with each squirt I give her waiting womb and then fall onto her back and roll off. I laugh as she lets a pussy fart go and falls to her side. "I'm covered in you."
She's asleep and her whole body is trembling. She's pawing her hooves at nothing and she's weeping silently.
I grin at a job well done and use her comforter to wipe myself off then roll to my feet and freeze. "Sil, I can explain," I say quickly to my wife, who just saw, Celestia knows how much, before she leaves the room.
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It was another beautiful day in Ponyville. The wind was blowing softly through the trees and a bird chirped from one of them, a gentle tune that send my teeth grinding. It was way too early to be awake, and a bird wasn't going to be the one to pull me from my dreams of action and adventure. A fine contrast to the world I live in now.
I woke up, begrudgingly, went to the window, and threw one of my sandals at the tree to no avail. The bird seemed to call over more birds just to mock me. The chirping was an incessant drill into my morning brain that I wanted to hear no more of, so I shut the shutters and window, drew the curtains, and returned to bed.
Silver, my wife, grunted as I flopped sideways across the bed and resting my head on her body, waking her with me. We both shared the mood of the morning, kinda pissy.
"Why'd you wake me up?" she whined as she stretched her forelegs and rolled to her back.
"Cuz the birds are back."
"So? You're a human, be mean to them," she rested a hoof on my bare chest and I saw her look at me with that 'you're stupid' look all females make.
"I'm not just mean, I'm nice too. I got Fluttershy that salad the other day… the one she gave to her animals."
"Yeah, and you're still upset about it. Get over it," she said flatly and poked me with her hoof. "You're a grown adult, stop brooding. It's not why I married you."
"Well I married you because I love you, and because you're everything in a woman I'd look for, but in a pony ... Why'd you marry me?" I asked her with curiosity in my tone. I love her answers.
"Because you're great in bed," she said casually. I lifted my head to look at her and she was smirking. "You know it's because you're the best. Not just a man, or in bed, or taking care of the house, but you fill the holes I feel inside me and you get me when other ponies don't. Really," she said as she scooted up to rest her back on the headboard, "when I have a real problem, ponies can't offer advice. You can."
I chuckled softly and readjusted myself on her lower legs, her nipples right before me were meaningless compared to the love I saw when I looked into the mare's eyes. She understood me in ways no human ever could, and I understood her in no way a pony would ever understand. Plus she's great in bed.
"Yeah, and you get me. Since we're awake," I started and she rolled her eyes.
"You're insatiable. We just did it three days ago, you need more?"
"You know I'm a monster when it comes to that."
She sighed and looks to the door. "Not right now, we're expecting company."
I looked at her perked ears and sighed. The door burst open and the room filled with giggles and hoof falls, little ones. A mere couple seconds later the two children we've raised together were asking for breakfast, hugging us, bouncing on the bed; overall giving us a better way to wake up than birds, for sure.
I pulled on my shirt and followed Silver into the kitchen that was adjacent to our room and patted her back as I passed to the den where the children were playing with toys. I looked at our youngest, my little colt Day Light, and smiled at his enthusiasm as he tried to bounce a ball on his muzzle and then my eyes turned to Night Light, his sister.
She was casually singing to a pony doll I'd bought for her over Hearths Warming about friendship is all we need. She got her cutie mark last year while we were asleep, and thankfully no pony asked much about it. It's two hearts intertwined around a human hand, it could have been so much different and I'm happy she has what she has.
She wants to be a veterinarian, so she can study humans and other bipedal creatures. She's got a larger plan than I did when I was six, I wanted to eat the most dirt and turn into a mud monster. She wants to be a doctor.
The apple fell way far from the tree with that one, but I'm so proud of them. They should be more than I was and am. I take a seat on the couch, love seat as far as I'm concerned, and I pat my lap once. Day Light looks up to me and drops the ball, turns, and before the ball bounces he's bucked it at me. I lunge to catch it, but it goes wide and hits the wall, knocking a picture of Silver and me to the floor.
It clatters and we all go silent, looking intently at the partition that separates meal area from social area for a long second. As I'm moving to get the picture I hear a hoof tapping and I flinch. Looking back over my shoulder I give a nervous smile. "Hey, it's okay, it wasn't glass."
She's tapping her hoof like a true mother then she stops the noise. "Please, play outside," she tells me, then smiles at me, "I don't want to lose a window."
I hop up and run for the door, ball in hand. "Okay! Who wants to play ball before school?"
The foals hop to their hooves and chase after me. I look back to see Silvie smiling and shaking her head. I know she feels like she has three children, but I'm not always immature, honest.
The scent of breakfast catches Night's nose first and she lets the ball drop to her forehooves, sniffing the air. Day follows her actions and they look to the opened door of our home and gallop inside the house.
"Wipe your hooves!" I shout to them as I jog to the ball. I hear the song of a scolding mother repeating my message and smile. I really thought that ponies were all sunshine and rainbows, but once you get to know them, they're just as random and strict as any human. They just talk their problems out more than I do, I guess.
I walk to the house, holding the bouncy ball, and walk in to see the children sitting at the table, plates of hay and oats galore before them, and juice. Always apple, darn it. I look to my wife, the pony I love and won't risk losing again, setting my place with eggs, oatmeal, coffee, toast and jam with her magic.
"Aw, Mommy, why's Daddy always get the best breakfast?"
"Because, he can't eat hay, stupid."
"Day Light, don't call your sister that," Silver interjects blandly as she pours me a drink.
"But she should know that by now."
"I do! I just want toast and jam too."
I walk around the table and sit on the floor cross legged, so the table is at the right height for me, and lean over to kiss Silvie on the cheek. "Thanks, it's amazing."
She giggles. "You haven't tried anything yet."
"You made it, so it's great," I reply softly. She sighs and nuzzles me and we have a nice moment while the children argue about whatever. Parenting ponies is easy, just let them fight it out and get involved when it goes too far. "Okay, that's enough," I say firmly in the children's direction. They stop immediately and look at me, sitting up proper. "Eat up and school. It's End Day, so we have three whole days together."
They grin at me and mom then start to eat. "Use your manners," Silive tells them as she turns to get her own plate set. I smack her flank and she hops, looks back with a smile, and swishes her tail in my face. I grab her tail and tug. "Ouch, don't be rough." I reach and grab her thigh and pull her back to me quickly.
With a yelp she falls over herself and lands in my lap. I resist the urge to grunt as her full weight lands on me and she's easily ten pounds heavier than I am at the peak of winter, and I kiss her. She mumbles something then relaxes into my embrace. My finger traces a circle on her belly as we exchange spit and my hand starts sliding down her body. As our tongues start to dance the young ones at the table exchange a classic 'eww' that stops me from going too far.
"Don't stop," she says breathily and uses her magic to move my hand back to her lower belly, but I resist.
"Not in front of the children," I smirk and shake my head.
"It's just sex, it's not a big deal."
I lean in and kiss Silver again, a light kiss this time. "It's more than that to me. Eat up, Honey, we'll do that later."
I help her roll forward until she lands awkwardly on her rump and forehooves, then she stands and snorts. "You're mean to me, getting me ready and not doing anything because the children are here."
"I love you, but let's talk about that after they leave for school."
"Okay, I'll wait, but not forever." She sets her place and sits next to me, resting her head on my shoulder. "I love you, my big human."
"I love you too, my little pony. Now, eat up and get ready for the day!" I shrug her off and she sticks her tongue out at me. "We have to go shopping and I have to get ready for the camping trip, sweet filly."
"What, Dad?"
"Not you, Night Light. I was talking to your mommy."
"My bad, sorry," the young mare says with a mouth full of hay, oats falling to her plate.
"Eat up, so you can be my big little pony."
"Daddy," Day Light says putting his cup of juice down, "that doesn't make sense. You can't be a 'big little'."
"Yes you can, I'm going to be that."
"Nuh-uh, Night Light, you're little like me."
"Mom! Day Light said I'm little."
"And they said parenting was fun," Silver whispers to me. I nod and take a fork to my eggs.
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"Have a great day at school!"
"We will, daddy! Love you and mommy," Day Light shouts as he gallops after his sister down the dirt road. I wave again and turn back into the house and pat my belly. "Silvie, you think I'm getting fat?"
"No, and it wouldn't matter if you were. I love you for the human you are, not the size of your sides."
I chuckle. "Humans get fat on their bellies first, mostly. But thanks, I needed to hear that."
I walk through the living room and into the kitchen to see her reared up onto the counter over the sink and cleaning dishes. It's always awe inspiring to see stuff floating around and happening but the ponies around don't even seem to notice. I walk behind her and place my hands on her shoulders.
I let my fingers slide down her forelegs and she moans, lifting her head so she can nuzzle me. Wrapping her into a hug from behind I bite her ear just hard enough to let her know my intentions. "You're as bad as when we met."
"Only now we know each other a little better," I reply and let my fingertips run roughly along her underbelly. Her legs wobble but she holds her hoofing as I start to finger her. I start with small strokes, just to make sure she's in the mood and not faking it, then I feel the moisture that begs for more.
I let my middle finger slide inside her, followed by my index finger and I feel her tremble as she sets all the dishes down and braces herself. I start a slow rhythm of going as deep as I can, wiggling my fingers, then withdrawing while nuzzling into her mane and moaning with her. I feel my shirt being tugged up and smile.
Once it's high enough so I can feel her tail hairs on my belly I slide my fingers from her and kneel on my knees and help her lean back and take me inside her. She huffs and nickers as her hind legs start to move, making her rock back and forth on my hard cock. Her forehooves are scratching the cabinet as she keeps herself up, then I give her a surprise.
I reach around her belly with my left arm to help me stay up, then reach my right hand between our bodies and under her right leg. "What're you--" she gasps as I let my fingers press against her vulva. I slide them inside her wet lips and start rubbing her clit in rhythm with her rocking. Her forehooves scramble for a comfortable placement as her body is exploding with sensations, scratching paint from the sink area as she whimpers and moans.
In a swift motion I haven't seen in years she slides off me and pounces, knocking me to my back and she mounts me, drops her haunches to my thighs and places her forehooves on my chest. She looks to the ceiling as she starts riding me like I'd ride her on certain nights, only this is way hotter.
The squishing sounds, the weight of her upon my body, her hooves pressing into my shirt. It's all so awesome, I don't want it to end. I let my hands trail across her sides while I rock my hips up everytime she moves forward so I can keep the right pressure on her clit then down everytime she goes back, so I get as deep as I can.
"Ah, you're so deep inside me, it feels so good. I'm getting close, come with me."
"Cum for me, my naughty filly. Do it, you know you wanna."
I feel her cervix, I'm so deep. Sweat forms on her brow as she begins to huff and pant, her horn sparks and she winces like she's in pain as I feel her get as tight as when we first started having sex. Celestia, it's so tight I could cum right now if I was able.
"Yes, come for me, baby. That's a good mare, take it all," I growl to her, which sends another wave of orgasm through her. Her body stiffens and her horn sparks a few more times, then she collapses onto me and rolls off, panting and trembling.
"You, were supposed to, cum with me," she whispers.
"I'm close, hurry, let's go to bed," I tell her. I roll to my front and do a pushup and am in the bedroom before she can get to her hooves. "C'mon, don't be a turtle," I tease. She trots into the room and starts to climb onto the bed but I stop her.
"That's enough, right there."
"What?" she asks as I get behind her and push her barrel to the bed, move her tail aside and grab my still rock hard cock. "This is so weird," she comments as I guide myself into her. Her rear legs stiffen again as I enter her and one of her hooves scratches across my foot, but I don't mind. I start humping her, those delicious smells and sounds are back.
This time I'm at a disadvantage. I'm watching myself penetrate her body, in and out. In and out. I look at her, pawing the comforter and burying her muzzle into a pillow as she screams so it's muffled. I'm the predator, taking my prey.
"I'm almost there, Silvie. Right there, I feel it coming."
She lifts her face from the pillow. "Yes, come in me, my stallion. Fill me with your hot cum. I wanna smell like you all day. I want it to stick my tail hair together and get the other mares jealous, do it, inside me."
With her encouragement I let it loose. Her words ring in my ears as I grunt and thrust forward, squirting my seed into her body, coating her vaginal walls and pressing so deep I imagine filling her waiting womb with each splurt. I release her tail and slap her flank as I slide out, watching as some of my hard work spills from her body and pools onto the floor.
My legs are so weak I barely fall onto the bed, resting in the same position as she is. She giggles and swallows hard. "Is it my turn to be the stallion?"
"Uh, how about no. I just need to rest for a minute," I say, pulling myself into the bed and rolling to my side.
"You rest and recover. I have dishes to finish, then I've got errands to run. If you're up by then, are you coming along?"
I smirk. "I just came along."
She pokes me with her hoof. "I'm serious, I have some things I need to shop for and want you to come with me."
"I just came in you, doesn't that count?"
She climbs on the bed and lays next to me, muzzle to nose. Her breath smells like barn. "You are so naughty to me. Do you ever think about anything besides sex?"
I think for a moment. "Food? Sometimes sleep."
"All males are the same, I swear. I'll go shopping, you just make sure the house is tidy and clean. We might have guests tonight."
"Oh really? Who might come over?"
"Depends on who I come across when I'm shopping. I've got to let them know you're the best human in town still, and spending time with other ponies is how you'll do that."
"We'll make them green with envy," I grin, "except the ones that are already green. They'll just be envious."
With a roll of her eyes I pull her lips to mine and let my hand trail down her side. "Nuh-uh-uh. You've already filled the bus with passengers."
"What if I climb under the tail?"
She shoves me and makes a 'gross' sound. "No way, that's for fillies and colt cuddlers. I love you, but I've got a list to complete."
I sigh and roll to my back, looking down to my toes to see my dick in between, standing at half mast. I sigh and let my eyes trail the lines in the ceiling then my body shudders with pleasure as she takes me into her mouth with a quick suck. I feel her tongue dance around my shaft and brush across the tip.
Then, it's over and I feel disappointed. She swallows and looks at me in that sultry way she does. "That's what you get for being so naughty to me, having sex with me in the kitchen so early in the day."
"It was so worth it. I love you, my pony wife."
"I love you too, my human stallion."
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