He froze in place as the sensation in his loins became too much to bear, shooting stream after stream of his warm seed into Storm Blaze. She let out one final cry to the heavens and slumped forwards, her face meeting the pillow with a flumph.

Panting heavily, Soarin withdrew his spent rod from Storm Blaze’s aching pussy and lay down on the bed next to her. The two of them were drenched in sweat, yet they both found the energy to wrap a wing around the other and cuddle up. Storm Blaze smiled warmly, nuzzling Soarin’s cheek.

“That…” she breathed. “That was amazing, Soarin, thank you.” She kissed him on the muzzle. “I love you so much.”

Soarin kissed her back. “I love you too, Stormy,” he replied. “Do you feel any better now that you’ve got a load in you?”

Storm Blaze nodded. “I do,” she said. “Though I wouldn’t mind another one…”

“That can be arranged.” Soarin waved a forehoof dismissively. “But before we do that, I just want to say— who the hell are you?”

Storm Blaze looked at him blankly, only to notice that he was looking sternly towards the door. Following his gaze, Storm Blaze gasped in shock at the sight of a unicorn stallion standing at the door with a look of dumbfounded shock plastered all over his face and a blue aura around his horn.

“Doctor Haywick?” she asked, to which the unicorn nodded meekly. “What the hell are you doing here?”

“I was…” Haywick swallowed nervously. “I was here for your party when I noticed that the door was slightly open. I came… er, I mean I entered… no, I mean I walked inside and heard noises.”

“And so you decided to spy on us?” Soarin asked.

Haywick shook his head. “I’m a doctor and I heard screaming, so I assumed that somepony was hurt,” he replied. “But if it’s any consolation… I only… er... I only saw the grand finale, as it were.” Storm Blaze and Soarin both narrowed their eyes at him, to which he giggled nervously. “I think I’ll go now, but in the meantime…” He levitated a gift-wrapped box into the room and set it down. “Here’s your present. Happy Birthday, Storm Blaze… and if you need me to run a pregnancy test, I’d be more than—”

A pillow connecting with his muzzle cut him off. Taking the hint, he extricated himself from the room and beat a hasty retreat downstairs. As the door closed, Soarin let out a sigh and kissed Storm Blaze.

“As I was trying to say before I was so rudely interrupted.” he cleared his throat and kissed Storm Blaze on the lips. “Happy Birthday, Stormy.”

Storm Blaze flashed him a smile and the two of them lay in silence — just waiting for Round Two to begin.

Author's Note

I'll take any reason to use my own OC in my stories.