Making an Equestrian Family

by Traveling_Coyote

Rating: mature
Tags: Sex, Human, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, Other, Romance, Original Character
Length: 11114

William and Blue Belle love each other, but what happens as the relationship continues to grow?

William and Blue Belle love each other, but what happens as the relationship develops? Human in Ponyville. He falls in love with a pony, and they search for ways to make their family grow. NSFW, but the story is more than clop.

See my blog for behind-the-scene thoughts.

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I don't have any cover art just yet. It's in the works.

Published 2014-09-18 01:20:01 UTC
Last updated 2014-09-29 23:45:34 UTC

Chapter One

He lay awake in the early hours of the morning with a rare case of insomnia. It wasn't a bad dream or sickness, but a simple inability to sleep. He rolled over to watch his marefriend dream, and gently stroked her neck. Moonlight came in through an uncovered window at the head of the bed, and he noticed how it complemented the very light blue of her coat and her purple mane.

“Mmm,” she softly mumbled. “Are you OK?”

“I'm fine. Just can't sleep. I didn't mean to wake you up.” William stopped stroking her neck, and rested his hand on her shoulder.

She wiggled closer to him, now coming more awake. “You don't have to stop petting me.”

William resumed his petting, and nibbled on her ear. He whispered, “Belle, I really like your winter coat. It's so warm and fluffy.”

Blue Belle giggled and pulled his hand lower so he could rub her belly. “I'm glad you like it. I hope you'll help brush it out when spring comes. It's incredibly itchy during the change.” William's experienced hand and mouth quickly brought a rise out of the mare. She groaned and extended her top rear leg to give him more access. As his hand moved down between her legs, she felt his growing erection press against her croup. William used his other hand to touch her face, and comb through her mane.

As William began to fondle Belle's teats, she let out another moan of growing pleasure but stopped with a question. “Unnhh...William, it feels so good when you do that. It's pretty unusual for a stallion to pleasure a mare that way. Why do you do it?”

William leaned over and kissed Belle on the cheek, and said, “Because it makes you happy. I like the challenge of finding new ways to please you.”

“I'm glad you like them. That way they're useful for something.” She rolled over to face him and kissed him on the mouth while tracing a hoof down his chest. She passed the head of his penis through her long-for-winter fetlock, then began to stroke his shaft, enjoying the feel of his erect member on her hoof.

William thought her periwinkle eyes practically glowed in the ambient light. He brought his hands up to hold her face and said, “Honey, having a foal is not out of the question. I think you'd make a great mother. There has to be some way to make that happen. I would hate to think that we have to miss out on having foals because of our differences.”

Belle replied, “And I think you would make a great father. I know we could try to adopt, but there aren't many orphans in Equestria. And I'm not sure we would qualify when compared to...another family.”

His erection flagging in hoof, William reassured her. “Well, Blue Belle, we don't have to figure it all out tonight. I think I'm kinda ready for sleep now.” They kissed again, tongues entwined in passion.

Belle broke away first. “I know something that will help you sleep better.” She gave him a sultry stare and kissed her way down his body. She eventually stopped between his legs, and quickly revived his hard-on with her mouth.

William brought her a glass of water when she was done, and kissed her good night. He did indeed sleep well until the alarm went off.

********

“Thanks for breakfast this morning, William,” Belle said as she stirred in an extra shake of cinnamon into her oatmeal.

William leaned down and kissed the top of her head. “Thanks for last night, Belle.” He sat down and fixed his bowl, then took an apple from the basket on the table. “I'm going to see Rarity today for some more winter clothes. I think I'll need a heavier coat before Winter Wrap Up. Last year was a little colder than I like.”

“Well, you didn't have an adorably fluffy mare to keep you warm then, either,” Belle teased.

William laughed and said, “Right you are. But I do think it would look funny going around town with you on my back. And you probably wouldn't like the coat rack at work.”

Breakfast finished, they washed the dishes before departing for work. “Well, try not to let her talk you in to one of her fabulous, gotta-have-it designs. Those are only good for one year. She's a clever salespony.”

“OK. I'll stick to something more traditional for a human in Equestria.” William finished putting away the bowls. “Gotta go. I'll see you after work.”

Belle stood on her hind legs and put her hooves on William's chest, “I love you, William.” She kissed him goodbye.

William kissed her back, and playfully grabbed her rump before she withdrew. “I love you, Belle.” He left for the brewery as she finished getting ready for work.

********

Walking to work in the early dawn, William noticed the weather team assembling clouds for the day. It was going to be his second winter in Ponyville, and he was excited for it. He lived in the southwest United States before he came to Equestria, so snow was still a relatively fun thing. He arrived at the brewery after a few minutes.

“Good morning, Fizz,” William called to the tan-haired, black-maned earth pony as he walked through the door. “How'd the darts go last night?”

“Hey, William. It went great. We lost to the other team, but Berry ended up making a sale to the bar owner. We're on for an extra barrel of cider a month now.” Cherry Fizzy was the owner of Fizzy Brewing, which supplied Ponyville and the surrounding area with ciders, ginger ale, mead and beer.

“I'm glad we bought those extra apples when we had the chance.” William went to the back and began preparing to check the progress of various fermentations, and found Berry Punch working on the yeast cultures.

“Hey, Berry. Fizz told me about your sale last night. I hope you'll get a bigger bonus for Hearth's Warming.”

“That would be nice. Maybe you could mention that to him sometime,” Berry sounded hopeful. She was raising a daughter on her own, and extra bits were always appreciated.

The three ponies worked the morning away on various aspects of brewing and packaging their products. When mid-day came, William took his break to see Rarity.

********

William arrived at the Carousel Boutique and entered, the door bell ringing overhead.

“Welcome to Carousel Boutique. I'll be right out,” Rarity called from somewhere in back.

“Take your time, Rarity,” William answered. He looked at the various dresses and other pony clothes on display, and noted that most of the colors were shades of gray, blue, and a surprising amount of purple.

Rarity finished her business and came to the store's front. “Oh, hello, William. It is a pleasure to see you. What brings you in today?”

William looked up from inspecting the winter outfits. “The new line looks nice. Well colored for the cold season. I came by to see about a warmer winter coat. I was thinking something long, maybe wool with a nice lining.”

“Oh, I have just the thing! It's inspired by the latest fashions from Prance,” Rarity excitedly replied.

“I was thinking something more traditional; something I can wear for several winters and not be out of style,” William countered, remembering Belle's earlier suggestion.

Rarity visually deflated. “Very well, I can do normal, too.” She thought for a minute, tapping a hoof on her face. “Ah-ha! Come to the back, and I'll get your measurements.” She led William to the fitting area, and stood him in front of a set of mirrors. “Yes, I have just the thing. It will be traditional, but still fashionable. Can't have one of my most unique customers walking around looking frumpy.”

William obediently followed her instructions for several minutes before speaking again. “Rarity, I want to talk to you about something. Can I take you to lunch after this?”

“Well, yes, I can close up for lunch. Is everything OK?” She questioned, mildly concerned.

William replied, “It's fine; great, even. I just wanted to ask about some Equestrian customs I'm not very familiar with.” They finished the measurements, and Rarity locked the door on their way out.

Things were tight in the cafe since the patio was closed for the winter, but William was able to find a corner table by a window. They ordered lunch and sipped on their drinks.

“So, what did you want to know about Equestrian customs?” Rarity prompted, sipping on her tea. “You've lived here for more than a year; it must be something rather unusual.”

William swirled his coffee and sighed. “I'll be upfront. I want to ask Blue Belle to marry me, but I'm not sure how to do it. I know that unicorns wear rings, and some pegasi exchange primary feathers. But I've never seen earth ponies do any outward displays like that. On earth, we exchange rings, but we wear them on our fingers. I'm just not sure what to do.”

Rarity beamed, and quickly replied, “William, that is positively wonderful! Does she have any idea? I know you've been seeing each other for almost a year. Are you thinking of asking on your anniversary?”

William chuckled and smiled at Rarity, “Thank you. I don't think she suspects it, really. We've talked about some long-term things, but not really about marriage. We make a really good team, though, and I want to be her husband. It feels like the right thing to do, and the right time to do it. Since we're not exactly a normal couple, I wanted to blend Earth and Equestrian traditions. I'm gonna try to get us to see her mom for Hearth's Warming this year, so I might clear it with Peachy first.”

The plates were delivered, and Rarity poked at her salad, thinking. After a minute she said, “Well, it is true that earth ponies typically don't exchange anything physical, but they do have a big ceremony with their families. As you know, earth pony extended families can be quite large, so it's quite nice to stand up in front of everypony and promise your life and devotion to another pony.”

“But what about when earth ponies and unicorns get married? What do they do?” William asked the obvious question.

“They mix the traditions. Big family gathering, the unicorn gets a ring, and everypony hopefully lives happily ever after. Maybe you can do something like that. I can refer you to a great jeweler here in town.”

“Thanks, Rarity. You've really given me a lot to think about.” They finished their lunch left the cafe.

“I'm glad to be of assistance. Come by in a couple of days for a fitting for your coat. And don't hesitate to ask about any other planning.” Rarity quickly hugged William, and went back to the Boutique.

William spent the afternoon at the brewery crushing apples for cider, and thinking of ways to propose to his mare.

Chapter Two

William was laying on the couch and reading a book when Belle got home.

“Hi, honey,” she greeted him. She stopped at the entry to clean off her hooves.

He asked, “Anything exciting happen at the flower shop?”

He got up and welcomed her with a lingering kiss and a quick neck rub. Belle leaned in to the kiss, and nuzzled her head into his chest as he continued massaging.

“Nothing out of the usual. We're busy getting flowers set up in the greenhouse. Roseluck thinks it's going to be a great year for poinsettias, so the two of us are busy with that. She also has this idea that people will rent space in the greenhouse to get an early start on planting next year, so we're going to add an extension in the back yard.”

“Early start, huh? I'll have to mention that to Fizz. He might want to get his hops in the ground before Winter Wrap Up,” William replied.

They moved to the couch, and Belle lay her head in William's lap. She asked, “How did it go at Rarity's? Did she get you fixed up with a high-collared coat and matching large hat?”

William looked down at her and noticed the cheeky grin she was giving him. “It's the brightest purple. I was going for something more gray, but she convinced me purple would match your coat color. It has a white fur-lined collar, and she did convince me to get a big hat. And a cane, too. I'll look quite dapper.”

Belle scrunched up her face and looked him in the eye, unsure whether or not to believe that her normally conservative man would really dress that way. “You're not serious, are you?” He grinned, and she poked him with a hoof. “Psh...Silly. But I'm sure that you will look good in it.”

William laughed and brought up her hoof to kiss it. “It's normal; no worries. But I wanted to talk about our Hearth's Warming plans. I want to meet your family. What say we go to Hoofington and spend the holiday with your mom and sisters?”

Belle looked away and chewed her lip for as she considered the idea. Her mother knew that she was dating someone, and that they were living together now. But she hadn't quite told her that William was not a pony. She wasn't sure how her mother would take to that idea. Her sisters would probably be OK with it; they'd be happy she was serious with somepony in general.

“If you don't want to, we don't have to.” William had noticed her pause. “We could celebrate our first anniversary here. It's fine.”

Belle quickly replied, “It's not that I don't want to.” She sat up and put a hoof on his hand. “I really want you to meet my family. It's just that...well...I haven't told them that you're a human. I think they know that you exist, because of all the news when you first got here.” She thought for a little more, and finally smiled. “Yes. Let's go. I'll write mom tonight and let her know we're coming.”

Belle got up and sat in William's lap, one leg on each side of him, and brought him to a close hug. “They're going to love you as much as I do.”

She began kissing his neck and ear before moving on to his face and finally his lips. William responded, his tongue meeting hers and exploring inside her mouth. He supported her back with one hand, and began tracing her spine with the other hand, finally reaching her decidedly non-earth pony cutie mark of three stars. They matched her eyes exactly.

He broke off the kiss to ask a question. “We're meeting Starshine and Glory for dinner at 7:30, right?” His hand continued to massage the area of her mark.

She looked at him with half-lidded eyes, her pupils dilated. “Yeah. We have some time before then.”

He hugged her tight and stood up quickly, eliciting a surprised “Eep!” from his mare. Days spent lifting various casks and pots were good for strengthening leg muscles. She giggled the whole way down the hall, and broke into full laughter as he playfully tossed her onto their bed. He took off his shirt and flexed his muscles in a show of machismo.

“My beastly man! You and your hands, and sharp teeth! Who are you to ponyhandle a lady?”

William thought she really enjoyed playing the part of a damsel in distress.

“I'll show you,” he intoned in a passable impression of Tirek. “The crazy earth man is here to eat ponies.” William tickled her on her sensitive belly, and underneath her forelegs. He dived in and began kissing all around her face, lingering on her mouth and enjoying the taste. As the kissing continued, playful tickles changed into longer caresses. Belle's laughter quieted, and she teased him some more by moving her head in an attempt to dodge his kisses.

“No, you won't get me! I don't submit.”

“We'll see about that. I have my ways, lady pony,” William said as he began to kiss his way down her chest, towards her tail. His hands stroked the thinner hair and delicate skin inside her rear legs, and he focused his kisses for on her teats. He sucked one, grazing it with his teeth, before releasing it and lightly blowing on the now-aroused nipple. She brushed his dark brown hair with a hoof and moaned softly.

William continued to focus his mouth on her deliciously sensitive nipples, and used his hands to work on the growing fullness of her mound. He used the fingers of one hand to spread her folds open and allow the other hand to explore the area of her love-button. He took a pause from ministering to her teats and licked two fingers, which he then put to use gently circling her ever-growing clitoris.

Belle continued to give encouragement with her moans and groans, and the occasional, “Yes, ohh, William, that feels so good.” She looked down at him, both enjoying the sensation of his tongue and fingers working their magic, and longing for the time when he would be free to kiss her with his sure to be wet face. She felt his fingers enter her, and it was another reminder of how different and special William was. While she had been with stallions before William, none were able to please her in the ways this human could. The unicorn had better techniques when using his magic, but he hadn't loved her the way William did. As she was reflecting on that, one finger found the spot just inside her canal that triggered intense pleasure. “Ohhh, yes, right there William.” Her hips gave an involuntary buck of pleasure, but William kept going. Her moan broke into a short giggle as she remembered the first time that happened. He hadn't quite expected it, and had to explain a hoof-shaped black eye at work the next day.

He took a break from her nethers and came up to kiss her smiling face, but kept two fingers working within her. She took his face in both hooves and kissed him on the mouth, her eyes open to look into his.

“If this is what happens when you capture unsuspecting prey, I'll let...ohhh...you get me every day.” She was getting short of breath with his continued manipulations. She felt very wet now, and could sense juices running from her slit to the dock of her tail.

“I'll hold you to that.” William gave her a peck on the nose, and disappeared south again.

When he got there, his tongue augmented the finger play in a way that was especially pleasurable. He worked circles around her now engorged bud with his wet tongue, then slipped it inside her and danced from her opening back to her clit. He varied pressure on her, at one moment making his tongue wide and soft to stroke large areas, then focusing on other pleasure centers with harder, narrow flicks. She both felt and heard his low-pitched moan; he seemingly fed off of her growing arousal. As he put his lips around her button and continued to work his fingers inside her, Belle felt the wave coming. It began to build in between her rear legs, but quickly spread to her belly and down her legs, leaving little explosions of joy along the way.

“William, yes, oh yes! Don't stop!” Belle implored. The wave continued over her whole being, and as it reached her head, she brought her hooves up to her face and quickly ran them down her body, finally grasping William's hair.

“Ohhh, ohh my man. Fuck me. William, now. I want your dick inside me.” Belle tugged on his head to bring his body up.

William quickly took off his pants and underwear, and Belle marveled at the now free and definitely erect cock that promised to soon be inside her.

He positioned himself on top of her and kissed her again, exploring her mouth and muzzle from one side to the other. She looked into his brown eyes and felt him teasing around the outside of her pussy, getting his rod wet before plunging into her. When he entered, she grasped his sides with her rear legs to bring him closer. She felt his throbbing member pushing further inside. Belle enjoyed the way her body surrounded him with her warmth, and the heat he brought to her. He began to pump in and out of her, and she noticed a light sheen of sweat breaking on his skin. Belle brought her nose up to his chest, and inhaled his scent deeply before licking one of his nipples.

William laughed at the touch, but kept his rhythm going. “Unnh..you feel so good. I love it when you do that.”

The fullness she felt within continued to bring her pleasure, and she was soon moving in time with William. She started rocking her haunches in time with his thrusts, and he let out a groan of pleasure. He gradually increased the speed of sex, and she could tell he wouldn't last much longer. She stroked the sides of his body with her forlegs, delighting in the sensation of her hair against his bare skin.

He propped himself up and rubbed one of her ears. The slight tickle of his touch added to the overall experience, and she felt the beginnings of another orgasm.

“Belle, ohh.”

She could feel him getting even larger, and she knew it wouldn't be long before he came. “Keep going, evil man,” Belle encouraged breathlessly.

“Belle, oh, God, yes,” William cried out, and buried his face into her neck, biting just the way she liked.

She felt him release inside her, his hot fluid adding to hers to make everything enjoyably messy. He continued his thrusts throughout her screams of pleasure, determined to stay with her movements. The wave once again overtook her, and she let herself flow with the sensation.

“Ohh, yes, William, Yes!” Belle continued rocking her haunches and squeezed with her rear legs. “Yesss!”

As she came down from her high, William pulled out and lay facing her. He continued to nuzzle her face and brush her body with his fingers. She looked deep into his eyes and stroked his face with a hoof.

“I love you, William Bevan,” she affirmed.

William took her hoof and kissed it. Winking, he said, “I'm the luckiest man in Equestria”

“You're the only man in Equestria, as far as I know,” Belle chided. “You should be thankful somepony let you in on the harmony.”

“Aw, Belle, even if there were more men here, I'd still be the lucky one.” He showered her face with little kisses. “I love you.”

They held each other for a time, enjoying the afterglow. Finally, Belle looked at the alarm clock.

“Shoot! It's 7:15. Come on, let's go. Help me clean up.”

********

“There you are!” Glory called across the restaurant. “We just ordered some appetizers; they should be out soon.”

Glory was a unicorn. Her white coat and purple mane were similar to Rarity's, but Glory had a blue streak in her mane, and her cutie mark was a shooting star. The star always reminded William of the afternoon “The More You Know” commercials back home. He tried to explain it to her once, but she didn't really get the humor. Glory had a business in Ponyville as an enchanter and magician for ponies who couldn't do certain types of magic on their own. She also worked as an assistant party planner for Pinkie Pie, and always added a touch of class to Pinkie's rather random soirees.

“Thanks, Glory. Sorry we're late; something came up.” William was able to keep a straight face.

Belle surreptitiously stepped on William's foot, causing him to yelp. She smiled up at him and asked, “Are you OK, honey?”

“Yeah, I'm fine. Thanks, sugarcube.” He playfully swatted her butt as they took their seats.

Starshine greeted the couple with a quick hug and kiss. “Did y'all see the clouds today? We had to bring some in from the reservoir just to make it dark enough. There's gonna be another snowfall tonight. It should be another hoof or so; nothing too much. It's still early in the season”

While Blue Belle ordered their drinks, William thought back to the first time he met Starshine. He had just arrived at Ponyville station on the morning train from Canterlot. She was flying overhead, moving clouds around. When she saw him, she abandoned her cloud and flew down to say hello. Twilight wasn't at the train station yet, so he'd been on his own. Starshine was fascinated by his body; it appeared that nopony had told the town of their new resident. Her dark blue mane had a shock of gray running through one side. While she was young, ponies would say it was silver; only when she was older would they call it what it really was. She had a coat the color of clouds in shadow, and a white starburst cutie mark on her flank. Despite her name, and cutie mark, she was not a nocturnal pony.

“You alright there, sport?” Starshine broke him out of his reverie.

William came back to the present. “Oh, yeah, I'm fine. I've been feeling a little nostalgic lately. So what's new with the two of you? Any big plans for the holidays?”

The waiter was fast; he delivered their drinks and appetizer, and took the dinner orders with great skill. William ordered another drink and quickly caught up to Glory and Starshine. He remembered again that one of the great things about having no cars was that a pony...man...couldn't get arrested for Driving While Intoxicated. The cider in Equestria was very good.

“And so I'm just staying here.” Glory finished her story.

William nodded dutifully and looked at his mug. The cider was good, but he cursed the small size of the servings. Belle noticed his look, and placed a hoof on his thigh.

“It's OK, Belle,” William reassured her.

Belle shared their holiday plans. “We're going to Hoofington, to meet my family,” she became visibly tense, but continued. “My mom or sisters don't know everything about William yet, so that should be an adventure.” She sipped on her drink, and looked at Starshine.

“I'm sure they'll like him, Belle. I've never seen you happier than when the two of you are together. And it's not like he's a giant dragon or manticore or something totally weird. He speaks our language and eats mostly the same things as us.” Starshine could always be counted on to give positive thoughts.

Dinner came, and with it a glass of mead. William was feeling pretty loose now, and began to voice his thoughts more often. He was in a happy mood, and wanted to share it with the group.

“Blue Belle, have I every told you how much I love you?” He wasn't quite slurring his words, but the three mares knew that was only another drink or two away.

Belle laughed and pushed on his shoulder. “Yeah, handsome, you've told me a time or two. I love you, too.”

He wasn't quite done yet, though. He really loved her, and wanted everypony to know. “Girls, really, she is the most amazing mare in Equestria. Present company excluded, of course.” He was very considerate. “I don't know what I'd do without her. Probably be stuck in that old room with Noteworthy and his guitar. Heh...he was always writing something. This soup is really good.” He focused on his dinner for a few minutes.

Belle blushed slightly, but got sympathetic smiles from her friends.

“I'm going back to Cloudsdale to see family there,” Starshine continued the conversation. “A couple of cousins I've never met are coming in for the holiday. It'll be great to see them.”

They finished the main course, and the waiter brought a desert cart by.

“The special for tonight is lemon cake with a wonderful dandelion glaze. It's sweet, but not overly rich. Would you care for a piece?” the waiter asked.

Belle and Glory accepted the offer. Starshine asked for a coffee, and William ordered a cider for a nightcap. The waiter brought the orders and the check, and the ponies dug into desert.

“This cake is great. Have a bite, William,” Belle said, offering a forked morsel.

William bit into it, agreeing, “Oh, that is good.” He swallowed and kissed her on the cheek. “Thanks, my sweet flower.”

He finished his cider, and was about to order another. Belle stopped him before he placed the order, though.

“Honey, let's go home. I still have to write mom, remember?”

William nodded, and simply paid the waiter.

He stood up and said, “Ladies, thank you for coming to dinner. Belle and I have to take our leave, though. I bid you good night.” He bowed and then hugged them before leading Belle outside.

She walked close to him; both for the warmth of his presence and to keep him steady. “I'm proud of you, honey. You did really well tonight.”

William didn't respond immediately, but simply brushed a hand through her mane, paying attention to how her hair felt as it flowed through his fingers. She really was a beautiful pony. He wasn't always sure what she saw in him, but he loved her for it. He looked up at the moon; it appeared crystal clear in the cold sky. The air stung his nostrils as he inhaled through his nose, and he saw his breath escape in great clouds of steam as he exhaled from his mouth. He stopped walking, and knelt down in the thin snow so he could be at eye level with her. He looked straight into her eyes and paused.

“Belle...I...thank you. You really are the best person I've ever met.” He gripped her in a tight embrace, and said, “I love you so much.”

She reached up with and rubbed his back with a leg. “Hey, we're a team, remember? You're the best person I've met, too.” She pulled away from him and kissed him on the mouth. “Come on. It's cold out here. Let's get home and snuggle.”

William stood up and dusted the snow off his knees. “Race ya!” he cried out, and took off running.

Belle shouted, “Hey!” and chased after him, laughing the whole way. He might have a head start, but she was an earth pony, and there was no way she would let some two-legged human beat her.

The race back was fast, but Belle pulled ahead of him at the last stretch and tapped a hoof on the door first.

“I win!” she announced.

“Whew. You did. You and your freaky earth pony magic,” William conceded defeat. “That means I make the hot chocolate.”

Belle wrote her mother about holiday plans as she sipped her hot chocolate. It even had tiny marshmallows. After sealing the envelope and putting it by her things for the next day, she collected William from the couch and took him to bed for the promised snuggles.

“Good night, William.” She kissed him and rolled over to become the little spoon.

“Good night, Belle.” William embraced her, and cherished the feeling of her warm, furry body.

It wasn't long before she felt his breathing change to that of sleep. As she lay in his embrace, she considered their life together thus far. He supported her goals as she supported his, and he made her want to be a better mare. To say everything was perfect would not be true, but he paid more attention to her than most stallions paid to mares. He told her that's how it was done in Earth. Their female to male ratio was mostly equal, so men had to work a little harder than the stallions did here. Total bliss or not, she was very glad they had met. She rubbed a hoof along his arm, and drifted off to her dreams.

Chapter Three

“Hello, William.” Rarity was in the display area when William entered the Boutique. “I have the coat practically finished. Would you like to do the final fitting?”

“Sure. I'm kind of excited to see what you've come up with,” he replied.

“Come to the back. I am sure you will love it.”

He stood in front of the triple mirrors again and let her put the coat on him. After buttoning and strapping everything, he turned and posed many times so she could check the lay and fit.

“This is really nice. The wool is so soft, and the lining is shimmery and smooth.” He unbuttoned the coat and looked at an elastic piece going around the inside at waist level, with buttons at the front. “Is this a snow skirt?”

“You know what it is?” she looked a little disappointed. “Humph. I thought I'd invented something. Ponies don't use that kind of thing.”

“It's perfect. Thank you, Rarity,” William said.

She hummed quietly and marked a couple of minor alterations with chalk.

“So, have you thought of a romantic way to propose to Blue Belle?”

“I think so. Our anniversary is a week before Hearth's Warming, but we're traveling that day to Hoofington. I really want to meet her mom before I propose, so asking on our anniversary is out. Maybe on Hearth's Warming day, with her family there. But I don't want her to feel pressured by the situation. What do you think? Would you feel uncomfortable in that position?”

She thought for a minute. “I wouldn't say uncomfortable, exactly, but it is a big decision. Will she not feel relaxed and safe with them around? It's not like you will be asking her in front of hundreds of strangers at a Wonderbolts performance. I think the setting will be fine. But what about your ring custom? Have you any thoughts on that?”

“Oh, yeah!” He brightened. “Belle doesn't usually wear earrings or jewelry, but I was thinking about getting a ring to braid in her mane. Maybe a gold band, with a stone that complements her mane color.”

“That does sound rather nice. As for colors, I think the gold will complement her purple quite nicely. And diamonds always look beautiful.” She picked up a business card and wrote her name on the back, then passed it to him. “This is my jeweler friend, Carving Gem. Give him this card and tell him what you're planning. Now, let me have the coat. I'll have it ready for you tomorrow afternoon.”

William took it off and let her take it in her magic. “Rarity, I really appreciate your advice. You've been a great help.”

“Pish posh. Seeing happy couples and helping friends is a pleasure. Go see the jeweler.”

“OK. I'll be back tomorrow afternoon. Thanks again, Rarity.”

William made the short walk to the jeweler's store. He opened the door and saw a moderate sized shop with display counters on three sides. Various brooches, necklaces, horn rings, and other types of pony adornments were displayed both in the cases and on wall mounts. There was an astounding variety of gemstones as well as metals used for the settings. A middle aged unicorn greeted him. Carving Gem had a light green coat and sandy blond mane, with a large dark green cracked rhombus gemstone for a cutie mark. He wore a jeweler's loupe on a silver chain around his neck.

“Well hello, sir. I am Carving Gem. What can I do for you?” he asked.

William handed him the card. “My name is William Bevon. Miss Rarity sent me here; she said you could help with a ring.”

“You've come to the right place, young stallion...err,” he tapered off.

“Man,” William supplied. “Mr. Gem, I've fallen in love with a mare, and want to ask her to marry me. On Earth, my original home, the man offers a ring. But Blue Belle is an earth pony, so that's not how it's done here. I'm trying to blend the two customs, and I was thinking of a ring which could be braided into her mane.”

Carving Gem smiled and said, “That sounds wonderful! Call me Carving. Blending customs, eh? I can help with that. Tell me about her, and we will design something.”

William described Blue Belle, and the unicorn took careful notes. Carving occasionally made remarks like, “Stars for a cutie mark, hmm?”, and “Flowers are her specialty?” and, “Hmm, yes. I see.” Eventually, he had enough for a sketch, which he presented for William's opinion.

Carving said, “It's not a ring, precisely, but it is circular, which has significance here in Equestria.”

“On Earth, it means unending love,” William said.

“The same here. Hmm. Now for the settings, I think diamonds in a small flower shape will be appropriate. It shouldn't be too big or flashy; she should to want to wear it regularly. I'll do some research to find out what kind of flower will be best. When do you need it?”

William counted days on his fingers, and replied, “Is two weeks enough? We're going to her family's house the week before the holiday, and I'm thinking of asking her then.”

Carving replied, “That's enough time. I'll need a small deposit today. Come back in a few days and I'll have a selection of flower types I think will work.”

After paying the deposit, William offered his hand and said, “Thank you very much, Carving. This is gonna be great!”

Carving looked down for a second, then took the hand in a hoof and shook it. “I hope everything works out for the two of you.”

********

Belle hummed a quiet song as she worked the soil in the greenhouse. Snow covered everything except the streets and high-use paths in Ponyville, but the air in here was kept warm and humid throughout the winter. Roseluck's flower shop was the biggest in town, and her idea about the rental space was working out better than she imagined. Space sold out within a week. Belle had to give credit to the ponies of her town-they were industrious. She was currently transferring a pot of amaranth pink hibiscus to a larger container to give them more room as they grew. It was important to let them expand, or they became choked and didn't reach their full potential. She thought back to when she found these flowers. It was the previous spring on a walk through the outskirts of the Everfree. It was the first time she had brought William on one of her trips since they started dating. Flowers weren’t his specialty, but he was interested in learning about them as well as spending time with her.

Roseluck poked her head into the room and asked, “Belle, when you're done with that, can you help with some bouquet orders? We have three to get ready this afternoon.”

“Sure, Roseluck. I'm just about done here,” she answered. Belle finished getting the flowers set up in their new homes and cleaned up her trowel and other materials. Once in the main building, she reviewed the orders Roseluck gave her and started assembling the flowers.

“So, the weekend's almost here. Do you and William have plans?” Roseluck asked.

“Nothing too big, I guess. He wants to go for a walk in the woods. That'll be fun. And we might go out Saturday night. There's a band from Manehattan playing at the Frog and Minnow. I'll try and get him to dance,” Belle responded.

“Hah. Getting stallions to dance is easy. Just keep their cider mugs full and you have to drag them off the dance floor,” Roseluck said.

Belle thought for a second before replying, “Yeah. He is quite the dancer when he's had a few ciders. But he gets kind of lost, you know? It's like his brain goes somewhere else, and he forgets where he is.”

Roseluck put down her trimming knife and looked at Belle. “Is he OK? Does he have a problem with the hard cider?”

Belle laughed and said, “No, it's nothing serious. It's just he sometimes doesn't stop when he starts. I'm probably just exaggerating.” She pointed at her arrangement. “What do you think? I wonder who Cherilee's getting these for, anyway.”

“That looks great. I don't know who they're for. She didn't order a card with it; maybe they're just hers.” Roseluck wasn't so easily diverted, though. “Really, Belle, if you ever want to talk about it, I'm here for you. He seems nice enough, but I don't want you to get hurt.”

“Thanks, Roseluck. He is a great guy. Do you know what he said to me the other night?”

Roseluck responded, “No, what?”

“He told me he thought I would make a good mother. There are obvious challenges to that ever happening, but Roseluck, he actually thinks of me that way.”

“Really?” Roseluck let some excitement creep into her voice. “Belle, that's pretty big. I mean, I'm not sure how the foals part would work, but that means he's probably thinking long term.”

“I know. I'm pretty excited, but a little nervous, you know? This is the furthest in a relationship I've been, and I'd hate for something to mess it up.” Belle adjusted the flowers in the second arrangement.

“Belle, try not to think about messing up. He must love you the way you are, so just keep doing what you're doing now,” Roseluck said.

Belle finished the second arrangement. “Hey, why don't you come out with us Saturday night? It'll be fun.”

“Nah, I have some stuff to do at home. I'd just be a third wheel anyway,” she countered.

“'Stuff at home,' huh? Come with us. I can have William invite Noteworthy if you want,” Belle offered.

Roseluck relented,“Alright, ya got me. I'll come. Isn't Noteworthy the musician? Are you sure he's not already going with somepony?”

“He's still single as far as I know. It'll be fine. Come by the house at eight, and we'll head over together. We'll have a good time,” Belle promised.

“OK,” she said.

The front door opened, and Cherilee came in to collect her arrangement. “Good afternoon, ladies,” she said.

********

Roseluck heard guitar and singing as she approached Belle and William's house. Her knock was answered with a “Door's open, come on in” shouted from inside. She walked in to find Belle, William, and Noteworthy finishing a song. Belle made room on the couch, and Roseluck sat down after hanging her scarf on a hook by the door.

William set the guitar aside and introduced his friend. “Roseluck, this is Noteworthy. He was my roommate when I first moved to Ponyville.”

Noteworthy stood up and shook Roseluck's hoof. He was an earth pony with a light blue coat, rough-cut dark blue mane, and had musical notes for a cutie mark. “Somepony had to take him in. We can't have alien vagrants running around Ponyville. I'm pleased to meet you.”

“It's good to meet you, Noteworthy. Belle always says good things about you,” Roseluck replied. She thought his amber eyes were very warm.

“Since everypony's here, why don't we head to the pub?” Belle asked.

The walk to the Frog and Minnow went quickly. The pub was mostly full, but the group found an open table in the center of the second row. Belle scooted her stool close to William, and he put an arm around her. The band was just coming on stage.

“What's the name of the band, anyway?” Roseluck asked.

“Golden Slumber and the Paperclips. They're pretty big in Manehattan. This is the first time they've played here, though,” William supplied. “We have their debut album at home.”

A server came to their table and took their order. Hard ciders for Noteworthy and Roseluck, fresh cider for William and Bell, and a basket of hay fries and sweet potato chips for everyone. Hay fries were a bit too rough for William, but he thought the chips were great snacks. The band started up their first song, a fast blues piece called “Move Over”. William realized that if he closed his eyes, he could be listening to a band in a bar on Earth.

“I didn't realize you were so in to Equestrian music, William,” Roseluck stated.

“It's fascinating to me,” William replied. “The music here is very similar to music back on Earth. I'm still amazed that ponies can use hooves to play seemingly complicated instruments, but they do it very well. I only heard the orchestral kind of music when I was in Canterlot. It's nice, but I prefer more variety. It was Noteworthy here who introduced me to the more modern-sounding stuff.”

The server came back to the table with their orders, and Noteworthy offered a toast. “Here's to good friends and good music.” They clunked their wooden mugs and drank.

Belle continued, “William loves music. He's bought more records since he's been here than I did my whole life. If he keeps it up, we're going to have to add a room to the house. He said that they have devices on Earth that can hold thousands of songs in a box smaller than your hoof.”

“How is that even possible? The records must be very tiny,” Roseluck said.

William chuckled and said, “It's not records, exactly. I can't really explain in full detail, but the music is saved on a small disc. I'm sure pony scientists will figure out how to do it someday. Then watch out for the digital revolution.”

Noteworthy joined in. “Every time you bring this thing up, I can't help but worry about my job. What about my record store?”

“Don't worry yet.” William patted Noteworthy's shoulder. “I'm sure ponies will still want vinyl. Maybe you can diversify.” Noteworthy stared at the band for a minute, and drank his cider. The band segued into their second song, which Golden Slumber introduced as “Outskirts of Town”.

William munched on a chip and shifted direction. “Roseluck, you should see the flower Belle found yesterday in the woods. We were pretty deep; there weren't any pony paths. We came into a clearing, and these beautiful flowers were poking through the snow. Belle said she hadn't seen anything like them before. We dug up a couple and took them back to the house.”

Roseluck brightened. “Oh? I'd love to see it. What does it look like?”

Belle expounded, “It's a small bluish-white flower, and it has six thin petals. The stalk is about knee high, and it comes from a bulb. I didn't know there were any flowers that bloomed here early in winter. We didn't have anything like it in Hoofington. I'm going by the new library Monday to see if it's in the books. Come by next week and I'll show it to you.”

Noteworthy finished his cider and set the mug down with a thunk. “Roseluck, dance with me.” He took her hoof and led her to the dance floor. She tossed a grin back at Belle before joining him in the slow beat of the song.

Belle stood up and poked William in the side. “Come on, let's dance. Wiggle your hips for me.” William stuck his tongue, but followed her. They found a spot and joined in.

“You always look so good out here, Belle,” William remarked. “I've never enjoyed dancing like I do with you.”

“Aww, honey, I'm just happy that you come out with me. I know it's kinda weird for you, but it means a lot that you do it anyway.”

They finished the dance and went back to the table. The server brought another round for Roseluck and Noteworthy, and topped off the mugs of fresh cider for William and Belle.

“Belle,” Roseluck was laughing, “You never told me Noteworthy is a dancer as well as a musician.”

“He is a stallion of many talents,” she replied. “Just watch out if he offers to fix something around your house.”

Noteworthy scoffed, “That was one time. And the landlord said he'd seen worse accidents.”

The band continued to play as the night went on, and the group made small talk and enjoyed more ciders while listening to the energetic music.

Roseluck leaned up against Noteworthy and asked, “Hey, wanna dance some more?”

“I thought you'd never ask, pretty flower.”

They slid their mugs to the center of the table, and their bodies onto the dance floor. The two ponies leaned against each other for support and stepped in slow circles.

“They're getting along pretty good,” William observed.

Belle laughed and replied, “They would be a mess together. You know she's kinda uptight about a lot of things, and I swear he's a pegasus without wings.”

Finally, Golden Slumber made an announcement.

“You ponies have been a wonderful audience. Thanks for the great welcome to Ponyville. We'd like to play one more song tonight; a debut. This one's called 'Turn Over a New Leaf'. Go ahead and bring your special somepony out front one more time.”

William held a hand out to Belle and asked, “Would you do me the honor, madam?”

“It will be my pleasure, monsieur.”

When they got to the dance floor, Belle reared back on her hind legs and put her forelegs around William's chest, resting her head under his chin.

“You're getting better at this,” William complemented, and wrapped his arms around her. They danced in a slow circle to the soulful promise of the song.

“Mom always said practice makes perfect. And I like this practice.” She patted his butt and giggled.

“Eep!” he feigned surprise, and tickled her on the ribs.

“Want to try a turn?” He asked.

“OK. Don't let me fall.”

She released him, and raised up her right foreleg. He positioned a finger in the center of her raised hoof to give her a pivot point, and she turned, shifting weight from one rear hoof to the other. William steadied her with his left hand as she finished, and pulled her close again.

“Whew,” she let out the breath she was holding.

“That was great. Have you been practicing without me?”

“No, not at all.” Her coy grin said otherwise. William kissed her on the mouth. She leaned in to the kiss with her own passion, demonstrating her love by licking along his teeth. The song ended, and they parted lips.

“Thank you for the dance, handsome,” she said, and settled back to four legs.

“You make it worthwhile,” he returned.

They made their way back to the table and joined up with Noteworthy and Roseluck.

“Belle, thanks for inviting me out tonight. The band was great; much better than the other stuff I was going to do,” Roseluck said.

“You're welcome, Roseluck,” Belle replied. “It's nice to have friends along.”

“You guys want to stick around? I'm gonna stay for a little longer,” Noteworthy asked.

“Sure, I'm down for more,” William agreed. Darts, anypony?”

“Mares versus stallions, 501,” Belle challenged, and took up the first round.

The mares fought a valiant battle, but lost two out of three. After that, the group decided to call it a night.

“Thanks for coming out with us, Roseluck. I had a lot of fun,” Belle said, and hugged her good night.

Roseluck finished tying her scarf, turned to William, and shook his hand. She said, “I almost had you on that last game. You're lucky I am a bit stumbly right now. And your freaky arms get you closer to the board.”

“We'll have to have a re-match,” he offered.

William bumped Noteworthy's hoof. “Great game of darts there, bro. You should talk to Fizz about a team opening.”

“No way, man. I just play for fun. That league stuff puts too much pressure on a pony, you know?”

William laughed and said, “Yeah. I'll see you later, Noteworthy.”

Noteworthy patted Belle on the withers. “Have a good night, Blue Belle.”

“You too, Noteworthy. Don't get lost on the way home.” She booped him on the nose.

Noteworthy turned to Roseluck and asked, “Mind if I walk you home?”

“That would be nice.”

They all parted, each heading home for the night. The air was cold, and it had been snowing since sunset.

William and Belle blazed their own path through the soft snow on their way back home. Belle noticed a large undisturbed patch of whiteness at the beginning of their block. She cantered up to it, turned around, and flopped onto her back.

“William, let's make snow angels.”

Laughing, he joined her and made his own, making sure to let the wings of his angel touch the wings of Belle's. When he was done, he rolled over and noticed how the snow catching in her mane reflected the the glow from the streetlight.

“Twinkling stars for my angel.” He reached out and brushed several stars through the purple nebula.

She took his hand with a hoof, and kissed his palm.

“I had a good time tonight, seeing the band with you,” she said. He smiled in response, and the look in his eyes told her what he felt.

After a few more seconds, William kissed her on the nose and said, “If we stay here too long, we're gonna actually be angels.” He helped her to her hooves, and they admired the strange looking creations which would be buried by morning.

“They make quite a pair,” she remarked.

“Happiest angels I've seen.”

They finished the walk pressed together, looking forward to being in the warm house with only the company of each other.

When they arrived home, each was a bit damp; Belle a bit more so because she could not shrug off her cold, wet, garments like William could. She started drying her hooves as he stoked the fire. He finished quickly and came back to the entry, where he took the towel from her and continued.

“I think it's time for a bath. Do you want to join me?” he asked.

“That sounds nice.”

He finished drying her off enough that she wouldn't drip as they made their way to the bath. William started the water, and had Belle get in first.

“Here you go,” he put a heap of bubble bath flakes in the water. “I'll be right back. Don't go anywhere.”

She laid back with closed eyes and enjoyed the warm bubbly water rising up along her body. Minutes passed. She sat up and turned off the water, noticing how the room was now full of steam, then leaned back and closed her eyes again. The warm wetness of steamy air filled her nostrils, and was augmented by the scent of lavender and vanilla from something. She heard the door open as William returned. Suddenly the overhead light went out, its brightness replaced by the quiet glow of several scented candles. She opened her eyes and saw him setting down two trays: one with the candles, and another with tea service for two. He poured two cups before getting undressed.

“Oh, yes. Take it off slow,” Belle teased, and sipped her tea.

William obliged, slowly removing his first his sweater, and then his t-shirt. While his arms were busy taking off his top garments, he gyrated his hips to the beat of an improvised burlesque song. His upper body finally nude of clothing, he moved to the bottom. He unbuttoned the top button of his pants, but stopped and threw Belle a sultry questioning look. She giggled and nodded, and he continued his strip tease. Unfastening two more buttons, he gave a tentative pull to his britches, but found they were still too tight to come off. He gave her a sad shrug, and spun in a small circle, pausing when his bottom was facing her to give a little wiggle. As he finished his circle, his fingers were already undoing the final obstacle. The last button undone, William spread the fly open to flash what was underneath. Belle gave a little cheer and clopped her hooves together, spraying several clumps of bubbles onto William's chest. He took his pants off one leg at a time, carefully exaggerating his hip and leg movements while concealing the burgeoning growth in his underwear. As he removed the second leg and kicked his pants into the corner of the bathroom, he revealed what he had been hiding during the dance. With a proud sidestep and an arm pointed at the ceiling, William made sure that Belle could see his erection, now parallel to his arm, but still covered by his underwear. She gave a throaty groan and reached out a hoof for his final remaining article of clothing. Before she could touch him he playfully slapped her hoof away and said, “No touching the talent.”

“But I want the talent. In my mouth.”

William continued his burlesque song and began lowering his underwear, starting with the backside and pulling lower. This caused the head of his penis to take the strain, and the lowering elastic band pulled his wood straight out in front of him like the growing nose of a fairy tale puppet. He continued to pull lower, and his staff and sack were revealed. Finally, the elastic had given all it could, and his full length sprang free of the underwear and bobbed up and down several times. Belle gasped and held a hoof to her mouth, then held both legs out and curled her hooves in a “come hither” gesture. He stepped out of the drawers and into Belle's waiting legs. Her hooves moved up to his buttocks, and she kissed his thighs, finally nuzzling underneath his sack to lick him right in the spot she knew would make him moan.

“Ohhh, Belle.”

He massaged the skin under her mane and caressed her ears as she continued her movement around his manhood. She gently enveloped one of his balls with her lips, and stroked the skin with her tongue. Bringing one hoof to his front, she supported his sack as she licked up his shaft, teasing at his corona with her tongue before kissing it and finally taking his whole organ in her mouth. William continued to moan as she now began groping his member with the back of her tongue. When she finally withdrew, she purposely let a little air in to her mouth to amplify the sucking noise. She teased the tip a little more with her tongue, then plunged against him, burying her muzzle against the flesh above his dick. Once again, she pulled away with a wet shlurp. William kneeled down and kissed her.

“Not yet.”

He filled a large pitcher and bowl with warm water from the sink, and set them beside the tub. Stepping gingerly into the warm, bubbly water, he slid in behind Belle, one leg on each side of her body, and kissed her at the base of her jaw. He picked up her bottle of Mane and Tail, and squirted a stream of cream-colored shampoo onto her mane, then spread the soap with his hands, and used his fingers to work a lather into her long trusses. Belle rubbed William's legs, relaxing his muscles in the warm water. As William worked his fingers into the sensitive area behind her ears, Belle let out a long sigh.

“That's so good,” she whispered.

William did not respond, but continued scrubbing her hair and massaging her muscles. As he moved further down her body he used the heels of his hands to knead along her neck, and kept his fingers gently working the foaming cleanser into her mane. When he reached the end of her locks, he returned to the top of her head and combed through her hair with his fingers, carefully working out any tangles in her wet hair. Assured that there were no knots or snarls, he tilted her head back and poured the water from the pitcher over her head, once again using his fingers to work through her thick mane. Pitcher empty, he refilled it from the bowl and continued rinsing until her mane was free of soap, then tied the hair up in a loose knot.

“Want me to do your tail?”

“Ha-ha!” she laughed, and rubbed his knee. “Double entendres aside, I think I'd rather just relax with you here in the tub for a while. Thank you for washing my hair.” She leaned back against William, and put her head under his chin. Their tub was big enough that she could almost float in this position. He wrapped his arms around her chest, and rested his hands over her belly. She used her back legs to kick a pile of foamy bubbles towards her front, which she corralled with her forelegs. They laid together in steamy, candle-lit silence for several minutes. Bubbles popped. A lone drop fell from the spout. Belle slowly swirled the bubble mountain with her forehooves.

“Do you ever think about going home?”

William stroked her belly as he considered her question. She had asked variations of the question before, but he sensed a deeper concern this time. “Earth? Sometimes. It's not much good to think about going back, though. I had no choice to come here, and I probably wouldn't have a choice to go back. The Princesses don't think it'll ever happen. They said it was a one in a trillion chance that brought me here.”

He squeezed his arms a little tighter, and spoke close into her ear, “I don't want to go back. My family probably thinks I'm dead. I miss my sister and my parents.” He kissed behind her ear, and rubbed its cartilage with his nose. “One of the things we believe is that a man should leave his parents and start his own family. I'm about half way there. I think I am home.” He kissed her again-a long, lingering contact, and left his lips pressed against her hair for several breaths.

Belle scooted up into a sitting position and sipped on her lukewarm tea. She replaced the cup onto the saucer and said, “Come on, cowboy.”

They stood up and stepped onto the bathmat by the tub. William untied her hair, and wrapped it in a large towel as she dried her face and front legs. Mane complete, he wrapped her tail with another towel and started on her back and rear legs with a third. He was just finishing when she turned to face him, towel in the crook of one leg, and a smile upon her face.

“Sit.”

He did as she commanded, sitting on the bathmat with his legs splayed and his arms spread out on the edge of the tub. She sat in front of him and dried his hoof-length hair, then gently rubbed his face with the towel. He leaned forward, and Belle looped the towel behind his back, moving it back and forth to dry it. Next she dried his chest and stomach, lingering over his lightly-insulated but still visible muscles. Torso dry, she worked on his limbs-beginning with his left arm, drying all the way out to his fingertips, and doing the same with his right. The legs were next, and she finished quickly with them.

“Now it's my turn,” she said, looking hungrily at his awakening hardness.

He scooted forward a little, giving her more room to work with. She laid down and placed one hoof on the outer edge of his hip, and rested the other against his inner thigh. Belle took his whole member into her mouth and held it there for a time, rubbing her tongue against it and humming quietly. William reached out with an arm and cupped her face in his hand, enjoying the feel of her hair against his palm. She looked up at him with her wide periwinkle eyes and winked, then began rhythmically pumping up and down on his now fully-hardened cock. She moved her hoof from his thigh and delicately rubbed the skin underneath his balls. He could feel the hard keratin of her outer hoof and the softer skin of the frog as each area came into contact with him. Belle used her other hoof to stroke the trimmed hair above his shaft, moving from its base up to his belly button. Their activities from earlier combined with her expert touch soon had William moaning with delight.

“Belle...ohhh,” he let out a passionate cry.

Belle stopped at the top of a stroke and teased the head of his dick again with slow flicks of her tongue. She rolled it around his thickness, making a wet sleeve just around the end, then licked down the length of his manhood, and wrapped her lips around the base of his shaft in a sloppy kiss at the boundary between the organ and the sensitive wrinkled skin of his sack. She quickly swept her way back to the top and wetted her lips while looking at him lasciviously. Pressing her lips together and making a pouty face, she pushed against the head of his cock, and relaxed her mouth just enough to allow him to enter. She met his penetrating rod with her tongue again, and kept her mouth tight around him as she resumed thrusting against his fullness.

He felt something shift within, and gave an involuntary bump with his hips. She was prepared, however, and gave no sign of stopping her motions.

“Belle, honey...I'm close.”

Belle responded with a muffled, throaty sound and fixed William with open eyes as she continued stroking his body and sucking his soon-to-erupt tower. He brushed her cheek with a hand, and placed a thumb at her ear. William felt himself crossing a line; felt his balls pulling tighter in their final preparation. He came, an eruption of hot seed shooting into her thirsty mouth. She did not stop her compelling motions, and William could see her throat moving as she swallowed his issue. He looked in her loving eyes as he ejected the last drops of juice. She stopped her movements, but held him inside for a little longer and swallowed once more. Belle kept her lips tight around him as she pulled away, and licked the tip of his manhood one final time when she was done. She smiled at him as she stood up.

William leaned forward and held her face with both hands. He kissed her, lovingly and deeply.

“I love you.”