Animal Husbandry

He watched her fetch the Barlow lens from the telescope case. How exactly she found Mars so quickly was a mystery to him, but she seemed to think it was common knowledge that Mars was close now.

"Hey, don't look at my horn! It'll ruin your night vision!" she scolded him gently. She even looked away as she slid the eyepiece out of the telescope and into one end of the Barlow, then slid the tube-shaped apparatus into the scope.

Her face scrunched as she readjusted the focus. "Yes... yes! Perfect."

He rolled over on the blanket to the dark form of the pretty purple pony and looked through the eyepiece.

Yes, that was a disk, a very small one, with barely perceptible splotches. He felt her warm breath on his neck as he took a long look at the distant planet. He told her what he saw, and could feel her beaming at him.

She mentioned she wanted to take another look as she moved her face to the eyepiece, rubbing her cheek against his. He shifted away a little, staying close enough to feel the warmth from her face and smell her scent. She must have noticed him staying close, as the rest of her body rolled over and her spine pressed gently into his belly.

"Oh yes, that's... Mars. That sure is... Mars-y."

He mentioned that is was also red and splotchy, to which she giggled. She shifted a little more weight towards him, savoring his warmth. He ran a hand down her back.

She still felt tense. There were little knots in the muscles beneath her soft pelt, little islands of tension.

She turned to face to him as she felt him probing her back. "Hey... that feels good. Let me lie down."

He missed the warmth of her body snuggled next to him. She stretched out on the blanket, arching her shoulders towards him. His fingertips moved over her back down to her croup, turning around at the dock to proceed up to the point of her hips, just beyond the tip of her starbursts. Moving onward, he caressed her ticklish flanks, forward to her even more ticklish ribs, before resuming the massage at her shoulder. His hands met at her withers, with detailed reconnaissance of the many small warm spots of tension in her back.

Moving slowly, he gently began to concentrate on each little spot in turn. Number Eleven's breathing became slow and regular, interrupted by short gasps as he began to work on a particularly stiff spot.

Number Eleven's tension and fears had engraved themselves into her muscular yet delicate back over the last month. He did what he could to gently untie the knots in her muscles. The short gasps became long sighs.

Her soft purple hairs brushed against his skin before springing back into place.

She felt like she was melting.

Her shoulders and withers needed some extra attention. The farmer carefully straddled her croup and went to work. It had always surprised him how muscular the Sparkles were. It took a fair bit of strength to relax the last few tense spots in her upper back, and the effort was repaid with a brace of soft moans and deep breaths.

Number Eleven felt like a warm piece of putty. She almost wanted to drift off to sleep. The feeling of the farmer's weight on her haunches gave her other ideas, however.

He lowered himself completely onto her back, holding and snuggling her, burying his face in her thick, lavender-scented mane.

Now she definitely didn't want to fall asleep.

"I think... when I make the next revision of the manual... I'll schedule regular massages. That was wonderful..."

He held her tight, and she felt his warmth.

She rolled over slowly on her side, and they spooned, her back to his belly. She wanted to tell him to keep rolling over onto his back, but being held and cuddled felt so good, and it gave her some time to think about what she wanted to do next.

"Roll over," she whispered. "I want to do something nice for you."

The magical grip of a unicorn could feel with astounding clarity. She thought she felt a warm welcome pressure on her coup as the farmer straddled her, and a gentle magical groping of the front of his pants confirmed it.

The farmer knew what was going to happen next. Number Eleven loved using her horn. His fly glowed magenta, and her magical grip gently pulled his semi-erect penis out of his pants.

Her horn glowed, and she lay down beside him, covering his face with purple kisses, stopping at his mouth to begin a long and deliberately inconclusive bout of tongue wrestling. His cock stiffened gratifyingly in her mystic grasp.

With a little practice, the magical grip of a unicorn could feel like nearly anything. She began with simple warmth and pressure, rings tightening and loosening from base to shaft, milking his cock as her tongue rubbed against his.

This time the farmer's breathing became deep and regular.

She had an encyclopedic collection of sensations to choose from, and began to let her mind wander. Rose petals, a gentle electrical tingle, a throbbing full-length grip, a warm slick ring gliding slowly up and down his shaft, all these things took their turn as she kissed him and felt him throb.

She broke off the kiss, leaving him panting with his eyes almost rolled into the back of his head. He looked adorable when he did that. The slick rings were driving him crazy, but that didn't stop him from moving a hand to her warm haunches.

She thought about sitting on his hand, letting a few fingertips probe at the warm wetness of her marehood, joined in solidarity with his throbbing and now spasming erection. It wouldn't be worth it, he was about to cum. He wouldn't be able to hold back. He'd just have to wait his turn.

She let a magenta tendril of energy inside her, and sent the sensations of her hot wet pussy to the glow around his member.

He managed to hold out for almost a minute.

Semen gushed in three high arcs from his cock as he grunted and grasped at the blanket.

Number Eleven grinned, and her own tendril of energy felt the inside of her pussy get warmer and slicker. She liked having sex with him off schedule. It felt naughty, the good kind of naughty everyone should get the chance to enjoy, without the pressure of the routines and procedures she so dearly loved.

His penis was growing soft in her ghostly grasp, but there were ways to fix that.

A slick ring of thought firmly grasped the base of his shaft as she teased the tip with the sensations boiling inside her. A little patience paid off, and the stimulation coaxed a slight stiffening, which she rewarded with a deeper, more detailed rendition of the hot sloppy wetness she felt as she probed herself.

It took a while, but he was soon rock-hard. Number Eleven licked her lips and straddled the writhing farmer.

Standing up on her fore-hooves, she lowered herself slowly down on the farmer's member, guiding the tip of his cock into her shockingly eager hole with her magic.

However good her mimicry was, the sensation of her hungry wet walls was something else entirely. He reached up and stroked her cheek as she took him completely inside her.

Bouncing on her rear hooves, she took the lead, fucking her dear farmer, slowly and carefully dosing herself with the wonderful sensation of him inside her, enjoying her cautious descent into pleasure. It felt so good to be in control, to...

His wonderful warm hands moved to her haunches, grasping them and holding on as rode his shaft. His hips began bucking a wonderful counterpoint to her pace, punctuating her pleasure.

She wanted this to last, but his eager thrusts were forcing her to re-schedule her appointment with orgasm. It looked like it would be a good bit earlier than planned.

It seemed silly to her to be frustrated with the fact that he was good at this. He had had a lot of practice.

It appeared her best-planned lay was about to be interrupted by the welcome fact that she was just barely holding herself together, and there he was, pumping even faster.

Oh, dear. Was it that time already?

Her cries of pleasure echoed through the pasture as her warm musky juices dripped down the farmer's cock and balls.

She had no objection as he rolled her on her back and took over.

She had no need to worry about it ending too soon, his pounding pushing her again and again over the edge, her tail and a growing spot on the blanket becoming soaking wet. It felt so good to have him fuck her just because they both wanted to. It felt...

He grunted, and came. She was glad to have the chance to catch her breath.

They lay together, spooning again, sweaty and happy beneath the stars. His hands stroked her belly, moving down to her warm, sensitive teats.

She felt a slight dampness. Surely it was just sweat.

The farmer sat up and took one of her teats into his mouth, moaning happily as he eagerly suckled her. That silly farmer must like the taste of her sweat.

It hurt a little, but the sensation of moisture excited her. She was too tired to make a light in the darkness, but she felt the milk mustache on his lips and the sweet taste on his tongue.

"Yes... yes!.... yes!"

She snatched him in her fore-hooves, and they rolled around on the blanket in the pasture beneath the moonless starry night, and she knew that there was at least one more thing right with the world.