'The frozen honey pot' or 'the freezer of love'
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The Ice Queen Trades Nookie for an Early Spring
'The frozen honey pot' or 'the freezer of love'
Snow fluttered down around you. Cold winds tore through you, despite the heavy clothing you wore. Your hooves fought for precious traction on the ice covered rocks. Snow drifts piled all around you.
It was cold up here.
As it should always be, seeing as this is the mountain of the Ice Queen. Speaking of which, the sexy Queen looked at you as you looked at her.
And dude, was she a looker.
Those legs that went on forever, her beautifully tended to deep blue coat. Her turquoise eyes, with barely concealed lust. Dat long horn, that looked sharp enough to cut through steel. What? You liked long horns on a mare. Her long, flowing light blue mane. Her slightly raised tail swishing back and forth. Her look of… giddiness?
“Ohhhh~, you don’t know how long I’ve waited for this day!” she, giggled? You figured the Ice Queen would be a cold hearted… well, Ice Queen. Not a… horny schoolgirl Ice Queen, “This is my favorite part of the year! I know it won’t be enjoyable for you, but seeing as I only have my hooves, and the occasional correctly shaped icicle.” She then looked at you with half lidded eyes, and growled a mares growl from her throat.
You didn’t know if you should feel aroused or slightly scared. 50/50, you’d say.
“But you~,” she purred, walking towards you, “You have body heat, and a nice, warm, piece for me, don’t you?”
As she kept strutting around you, her tail caressing you in all the right ways, the horny school girl gone. If only you weren’t wearing two inch thick winter wear!
“So,” she growled, throwing herself on top of you to where her barrel rested on your back. You hadn’t noticed till now, but she was much taller than you. “Do you want to go inside, and pleasure me now, or do you want some foreplay first?”
You mulled it over in your head a bit. On the one hoof, you could go ahead and rut her now, and lose your stallion hood the fastest way possible. One the other, you could take your time, savor your manhood for a little while longer, and get some cuddling in. The choice was obvious.
Because who doesn’t like cuddling? Its like, the best thing besides the main event.
Mumbling through your winter coverings, you convey that some cuddling and smooches would be nice, only in a really sexy way. There is no way you said it the way I typed it. None.
“I was hoping you would say that,” she purred, removing your ear from your covering, nibbling on the exposed tip, her teeth feeling like ice.
Oh, yeah… thats the stuff…
Letting go of your ear and getting off of you, the Ice Queen sashayed her way towards the cave you just now noticed. Seriously dude, pay atten…
Her hips are hypnotic… Look at the jiggle, the firm yet plumpy look of it… Unf.
After the writer took a quick trip to e621, you clumsily made your way after the hypnotic trance of the Ice Queen’s very sexy plot. Striping yourself of your winter wear, a small thump stops you mid way. Looking down, you notice the very special, very expensive, stallion hood saving device at your hooves. Quickly wrapping it back up in your winter wear, you look at the Ice Queen who had made it to a very plush, yet cold, looking bed. ‘No,’ you say mentally, ‘I am getting my cuddles first.’ With that, you make your way towards to bed, setting the bundle of cloth down before you started climb up.
Once you are fully on the bed, the Ice Queen tackles you, forcing you on your back. Her tongue lashes out, circling your lips looking for entry. Quickly opening your mouth to let the, surprisingly for an Ice Queen, warm tongue in. Immediately her tongue starts wrapping around yours, wrestling it into submission. At this point your mind has turned to mush, seeing as a very sexy mares tongue was dancing around yours, and you were pretty sure she was dry humping your leg.
Regaining your senses for a brief moment, you start to kiss back. Up until the point her horn lights up, and her magic starts playing with your balls. After that, all semblance of coherent thought was out the window.
For what seemed like blissful hours, interrupted by that pesky need for the both of you to breath, you felt her shift her crotch from her leg. In an instant, all good feelings leave your body as frost starts to form where her dripping mare hood touched your stallion hood. Quickly taking charge of the situation, you roll her off of you, her emitting a very adorable squeak of surprise in the process.
Before she even has a chance to object, you shush her with a hoof gently pressed against her lips. Leaning over the side of the bed, you bring your bundle of clothing up to show her. As she gives you a puzzled look, you unwrap the bundle.
“What’s that?” The Ice Queen asks, seeing the long plastic object in your hooves.
You smile.
~Fifteen minutes later, in the village below~
At the edge of the village, sat a hill. On the hill, facing towards the mountain, sat two ponies. One dressed in snow wear covered in archaic symbols. A staff of pure crystal made to resemble ice, was held tightly in his hooves. Bottles of all kinds dangled off his worn saddle bags, hsi bags bulging with mystical contents unknown.
The other one wore a cardigan.
“So,” The one in the fabulous cardigan started, “You think it’ll work?”
“Only the screams on the wind will tell. If they sing praises for all life, or if they curse all life, will we then know,” the mystical pony answered.
“So,” the fabulous pony began again, “When we hear screams of pain, it failed. If we hear screams of pleasure, we’ll know it worked. Right?”
“That is the basic idea, yes,” the mystic pony grumbled, “Take all the fun out of it…”
Just then, a loud crack filled the air. In a blinding flash of light, all the snow covering the village and surrounding area was gone. Soon followed by the echo of an orgasmic cry from a very happy mare.
The mystic pony grumbled, as he pulled a jingling bag from his saddle bags and passed to the fashion oriented pony.
~Back in the Ice Queen’s cave~
“Oh… oh my… that was… that… oh my…” the Ice queen muttered in between breaths. You on the other hoof, was busy removing the ice build up from the juices that flowed off the object onto your leg.
You licked it off, for the most part. Tangy, but knowing where it came from, you would be lying if you said you weren’t hard as a rock right now.
“Want help with that?” The Ice Queen asked with husky purr, putting her head in your crotch. Dumbly, you nodded yes.
Idiot.