The Life of Amp Putie

"...and after the disease spread, they had no choice. I would have died if they didn't take them off."

J.P. nodded his head, holding Amp a little tighter to his side. Back at Amp's house, the nervous and kind stallion sat next to the electric and legless mare on the couch, the two cuddling.

"And after they let me out, I just really wanted to get back to work, to living," she said, her smile solemn but still ear to ear. "And then since I don't have any muscles to work out much, I got a little fat."

"You're not fat!" J.P. chimed, near automatically, not wanting his girlfriend to feel bad. "You've got... curves."

"More like curve," Amp joked. That got both of them to chuckle.

J.P. had to admit, she did have a little more meat on her than other mares, but it just made her more beautiful in his eye.

"Besides, don't think I haven't noticed you checking out my butt."

"What?!" He knew he was being messed with again, but couldn't do anything but roll with it. "I have not!"

He was only lying a little.

"Aww, do you not like my butt?" She said with mock pain in her voice.

"Well, I didn't mean- er, what I meant to say was-"

"It's okay, admit it. You like your Putie patootie's booty!" she teased, rocking back and forth on her haunches.

"Well, it is... nice, I guess..." he mumbled, growing redder the closer Amp leaned towards him.

Amp, using abilities beyond J.P.'s comprehension, wiggled herself onto his lap and gave his ear a nip.

"Just say it," she whispered. "You want my fat flank... all for yourself..."

The stallion shuddered and moaned softly at her words, and if Amp still had a hoof, he'd be wrapped around it. Amp started to peck and kiss his cheek and neck, occasionally giving him a little bite.

"Y-yeah..." he squeaked out. "I want it."

"All yours."

J.P. was tackled to the ground, and before he could wonder how that was even possible, he found himself staring up at Amp's smiling face, her eyes half lidded and her grin more mischievous than ever.