Donnie was a quiet stallion whom lived in a treehouse nopony seems to notice. He never got into trouble and never stood out, following the same routine every day -- get up, have breakfast, and go for a walk.
He was eating hay and oats when he was alarmed by a sudden knock on his door, something that never happened. He crept slowly to the door, peeping through the eye-hole to see who it could be. It was the klutzy mailmare, Derpy Hooves.
"Had she delivered to the wrong house again?" he thought. "Whatever, maybe she'll figure it out." he says to himself as he goes back to his quaint dining room.
Once again he hears a knock, or more of a thump, coming from his front door. He decides to open it this time, looking straight into the crossed eyes of the mailmare.
"Umm, hi! I have a package for... Mr. Smith!"
"There is no Mr. Smith here. I don't think there's one in all of Ponyville."
"Oh, umm... are you sure?"
"Yes."
"Oh..." pouts Derpy, dejected by her failure - once again - to properly deliver her package.
"Agh! I'm such a failure! I never do anything right!" she says.
"Don't call yourself a failure! Nopony is! You just have to work hard at it." insists Donnie.
"But I have been! All the other ponies laugh at me!"
"Then show them!"
"But... but..." Derpy begins bawling harshly, massively disenheartened by her failure.
"There, there..." Donnie reassures her. "Do you... want to come in? I have a pot of coffee, and -" Derpy interjects, "Really? That'd be swell!"
Derpy practically invites herself in, walking slowly towards the kitchen.
"I thought you said there was coffee..."
"It's right here." points Donnie, towards the conspicuous coffee maker on the counter.
"Oh... Darnit, Derpy!" she screams at herself.
"Don't be so hard on yourself. You're a young, beautiful mare. You have your whole life ahead of you!"
Derpy blushes. "Really? You think I'm beautiful?"
"Of course I do!" he replies.
"Oh..."
"Now come on, let's have breakfast."
The two ponies enjoy a nice hot meal in the light of Spring shining in through the dining room window. Donnie notices Derpy's mane glowing in it tingently, almost a brilliant yellowish gold. He blushes softly, embarassed for thinking what he is. "What am I thinking? There's no way a pretty pony such as her would go for me!" he thinks.
Little did he know, Derpy was thinking the same thing. She saw his softly colored brown mane, too, and saw that it was good.
"Oh, I didn't catch your name!" remarks Derpy.
"Where are my manners? The name's Donnie."
"Donnie? That's a nice name! Say, Donnie, why are your cheeks red?"
His cheeks glow even brighter, a flustered red, from embarassment. "It's because I'm blushing."
"Why?"
"Because... because I'm in the presence of a beautiful mare."
Derpy pauses.
"Beautiful? Me? You really think so?"
"Really."
"Really, really?"
"Really, really."
This obviously excites Derpy, her mouth beaming wide open, her eyes noticably bright.
"I think you're cute, too!" she exclaims.
"...Really?" he pauses.
"Uh-huh!"
"Umm..." he hesitates. "Then... Would you... would you be my girlfriend?"
Her eyes light up like bulbs on a Christmas tree. Thoughts race through her head, from muffins to marriage, but she finally settles down and comes to a decision.
"Yes!" she answers decisively.
It's been two months since the two ponies have united. Almost every other day they meet, sharing memories or games or muffin recipies.
Today is one of those days. Derpy thought it would be a good idea to try baking pumpkin muffins, as she heard they were as good as sex. (But she didn't tell him that, for fear of embarassment.)
"Next... one cup of flour!" she says amusingly.
"Right, one cup coming up!" Donnie shouts as he works in his apron, matching with Derpy's, to get the ingredients required.
"We're almost done! Now all we have to do is bake them!"
Donnie puts them in the oven and sets the timer to 30 minutes. "I can't wait!" shares Derpy.
"Me either. What should we do while we wait?"
"How about watch TV? The Pony Channel is having a special on horses!"
"Sure!"
The two meet in the living room and sit comfortably on the couch, huddled close together. They put on The Pony Channel to find something to watch, and discover that a documentary is on. They watch for minutes, until it gets to the segment on mating.
This is obviously uncomfortable for the pony couple, as they slightly twitch in their seat and blush uncontrollably.
Finally, Derpy speaks up. "Umm, maybe we shouldn't..."
"Yeah."
Donnie changes the channel to Pony Cooking Network, something more family friendly.
Donnie can't shake the thought from his mind. His penis half flaccid, half erect, and he knew it. It began to show slightly, but he knew it wouldn't be a problem, since Derpy never pays much attention.
"Hey, Donnie, what should we make next?"
"I dunno, maybe cupcakes. I hear Sugar Cube Corner makes the best."
"We should give them a visit sometime!"
Derpy looks straight at him, but due to her vision, she sees markedly below his muzzle, down to his croth. She sees his semi-hard penis and gasps. "D-Donnie..." she points.
"O-Oh..." He looks incredibly flustered, and is rose red. "I'm sorry, we were just watching the mating part, and -"
"It's okay."
"It is?"
"Of course. It's only natural."
"You're not mad?"
"Of course not! Why would I be mad at you?"
"I... I don't know."
"Donnie, why don't we try something?"
"Like what?"
"Like..."
Her eyes grow devious as she slips a hoof onto his cock, making him rock hard.
"Ummm..." he tries to fight, but he soon gives up.
Derpy moves down off the couch, and plops him into her mouth, taking care to lick it for lubrication. "Is it good?" she says, muffled.
"Y... Yes! It's great, Derpy!"
"I'm glad!"
She moves her mouth forwards and backwards, taking him in full. Taking occasional pauses to lick his head, she begins breathing harder.
"I think I'm going to cum soon" he says.
"It's okay... Go ahead." she replies.
Donnie clenches and releases his horse-load of semen into Derpy's open mouth.
"Hehe... you came so much!" she says jokingly, swallowing it all.
"Do you want to do what they showed?" she says, swaying her flank in front of him.
"Only if you want to."
"I do, if it's with you. You're the best friend I've ever had. I love you, Donnie."
Donnie, blushing, replies, "I love you too, Derpy."
The couple kisses, with Donnie on top of Derpy.
He mounts her and slowly shoves his horse meat inside of her.
"It feels so good inside of you" he exclaims.
"I'm glad... You feel so good, too!"
He begins thrusting in and out of her vagina, which begins tightening around him. Waves of pleasure rush over them both, and they begin panting.
They lean in for the occasional kiss, otherwise interrupted by forceful, loving thrusts.
Derpy's juices begin flowing out of her, just before she orgasms. "Donnie!" she writhes. "Donnie..."
He ramps up his tempo, thrusting harder and harder as the nerves in his horsecock are stimulated by her pulsating pussy.
"It feels so good, Derpy..."
"I think I'm going to..."
"Go ahead, Donnie! Cum inside me, shoot it all!"
He holds onto Derpy's chest, and plunges one final thrust inside of her, releasing his load inside of her.
The two pant heavily, then catch their breaths. "That was... amazing." he says. "I know! We should do it again sometime!"
"Definitely. I love you, Derpy."
"I love you, Donnie."
The two lean in for a final kiss, and then the oven buzzer goes off. "The muffins are ready!"
