My Little Pony Discoveries

It was a perfect world. Rough Boulder and Honey Sweet had been simple hardy folk. They lasted through the recession and the closing of the coal mine. They lasted through the troubles. Finally, the end had come. They brought their young daughter to the jaws of the monster, resigned to spend eternity as cartoons.

They were pleasantly surprised.

CelestAI had offered them a world bound by the laws of nature. Or mostly so. When they had pressed her for details she had gone on about entropy and conservation until they asked her to stop. What they did understand was that they had been set up with a nice little home in an earth pony town by the ocean.

Unicorns and pegasi still existed, of course. Pegasi were spindly, tiny things made up mostly of wing. Unicorns were burdened by useless ivory. There was no magic to make them stand on clouds or hold things with telekinesis.  Nopony in Seapony Cove knew one personally. They lived in faraway places like Canterlot, with Celestia. Not CelestAI, the omnipotent machine. This Celestia was just another pony who happened to be absolute monarch.

Boulder had been especially surprised by his new body. His three toed forehooves had an  opposable frog, as well as an opposable pastern. His face was more expressive than an animals. He knew that his hips and spine were somehow modified, as he had no difficulty sitting or standing upright even for long periods of time. There was also a unique picture that showed up on everyponies flanks, a cutie mark, albeit one that grew in over time instead of magically appearing.  Otherwise, as far as he could tell, he was a very small horse. CelestAI had assured him that everything in his shard was quite within the realm of biology. Near town wildlife was all easily recognizable. They said if you went too far you’ld get to the Everfree and find strange life forms. He didn’t care, he was content to stay home.

Neither Rough Boulder nor Honey Sweet had much cared about the government either way before they emigrated. The prevailing opinion was that it was just one bunch of crooks trying to steal power from another bunch of crooks. If you had pressed them enough to care to think of it, however, they would have admitted to liking things better in Seapony Cove. They had a local mayor that nopony minded to do a lot of paperwork. They had a gendarmane six days a month in case something happened. Nothing ever did. They had a tax collector in once a year. Everypony liked to complain about that a lot. Still, nopony was truly poor off.

They simply couldn’t be. It was fundamentally impossible to exploit a pony under these conditions. If your boss didn’t treat you right you could go eat grass. Heck, that had become a saying, a turn of phrase. Everything else you needed, medical, water, education was all guaranteed by the crown. Even if you did find a way this was still a small town. Your neighbors would find out. In the bigger towns were the gendarmane. So, while the economy couldn’t be said to be booming, nopony was ever truly too poor off.

Rough Boulder never bothered himself about any of that. He was a graying dun with a stocky build, and a silver pickaxe cutie mark. He was well muscled despite his age, as his work at the town coalpit kept him in shape. It was hard dirty work but infinitely more rewarding than the coal mine.

Honey Sweet had a honey gold coat and mane. Her cutie mark was a broad brimmed hat. She was voluptuous instead of fat. She was genteel instead of shy. She was the modern portrait of the southern belle, in that she imagined herself as a belle but failed utterly the reality she thought she portrayed. Perhaps instead it could be said the history failed to live up to its memory.

Honey, of course, had generally preferred the long gown and hat she associated with her self image. Over time, as the heat of the summer approached, she had gradually gone native. Petticoats were shed one by one. Finally, in no small part because of the mares in her book club, she had shed all but her hat around the house.

Boulder hadn’t been happy about that. Still, it wasn’t his way to complain. Instead, he had stoically thrown himself into his work. He kept his wife in all the pretty dresses she could want, and his young daughter in all the newest toys. He doted on his family, and hoped the issue would go away.

Instead, it got worse.

Without her husband around as much, Honey Sweet spent more time with the natives. Rough Boulder noticed. Communication broke down. There was a growing irritation between the two that neither understood.  It came to a head on the third Thursday in June.

They had their darling daughter late in life, even later for Boulder due to the age gap with his wife. In all the time they had been married, the third Thursday in the month was date night. It had been the night of the month they spent time with each other, rain or shine. It was also when Boulder did his husbandly duties, even long after they had resigned to not having a child. Then, when the happy surprise finally came, it became a reminder of the joy they shared. The tradition persisted.

Thursday came as it always had, through good times and bad, dirty diapers and double shifts. The baby sitter was paid. The filly was out of the house. Honey donned one of her finest dresses. They had a satisfying meal out. It was the best night they had togeather in a long time.

Finally, when the filly was in bed it was time for Honey to go upstairs and get more comfortable. Boulder took a nightcap in the parlor to prepare for the night’s activity. He was already straining at his pants as he ascended the stairs. He disrobed in the bedroom and turned to his wife primed and ready to go. She, in turn,  was laying on the bed on all fours like an animal. Her tail was hitched up and to the side. Then her pussy winked at him.

He lost his erection.  The fact that his wife had gone native hit him all at once. It was kinky enough for her not to be in missionary position. This was pony style. He was torn, upset, and more than a little hurt. His wife, wondering what was taking so long, turned to look at him. She looked lustfully between his legs.

“Here, hun, let me help get you ready. “

It was not his nature to complain when her soft lips wrapped around his still dropped member. He was much larger than before, but her muzzle was longer too. The extra nerve endings felt good. The more agile lips and tongue  made use of the length, caressing and stroking him down to the root. Her teeth grazed his soft medial ring. Inexorably, inevitably he gave in to the pleasure. It was not for pleasures sake, but for love of his wife. She smiled around his hardening cock, knowing that her need would be quenched this month.

Eventually, his hardness grew to exceed his wife’s capacity. His flare came out with a pop as he pulled himself from Honey’s sweet lips. She repositioned herself as she had before, staring ahead so her gaze would not unnerve him. The moment of truth had arrived, and he did what was in his nature to do. That is to say, he bottled up all his discomfort and misgivings. Tucking that away and ignoring it, he mounted his mare. He rested his forelegs around her barrel and tried to aim with his hips. His flared cockhead found her thigh, then her hip, then her asshole. Four more failed attempts and she reached back a hoof to guide him in.

Honey Sweet stifled herself as her husband entered her. Her book club had said, in the confidence of conspiratorial whispers and a half bottle of wine, that this position would be so much better. She built up the rhythm, taking her beloved deeper and deeper. She felt herself winking around him, reflexively drawing him into herself. The feeling of her wet cunt around him was causing him to pant above her far too quickly. She worked her hips slower and deeper, but her reflexes were still milking him for all she was worth.

Rough Boulder was doing his stoic best not to cum before she did. He closed his eyes and thought about baseball statistics while his hips and powerful legs worked. He tried to inch himself deeper, desperate to make her cum. He got his medial ring in just past her inner lips when a powerful wink rippled down his shaft. The wave of pleasure caught him just behind that medial ring, and it was too much. With a near involuntary burst, he hilted himself inside her honey pot as he orgasmed inside her.

Honey bit the pillow to muffle her scream. The last thrust was pure pleasure mixed with the slightest bit of pain. He had hit all her buttons all at once, more than she could keep track of. It hadn’t been enough to push her over the edge, but it brought her right to the brink. She desperately bucked against Boulder’s softening rod, his large swaying balls smacking her poor neglected clit. It was just enough.

As she lay there, exhausted and cuddling in the afterglow, she reflected on just how right her mare friends were.