Analog Love

“You shouldn’t have done this,” Octavia choked out, barely able to speak.

She was crying now, hugging the box close to her chest as if to never let it go. Tears started running down her face as she quivered. Her body trembled, and you wanted nothing more than to reach out and comfort the grey mare in front of you.

“There was no way you could know. There was no way you should know...”

She gently rocked back and forth, sniffling. You wanted to reach out and comfort her, but you didn’t know how to.

Octavia tried to speak with you but her voice was cracking. “How could you...”

She opened her eyes and looked up at your face. Her eyes still shined beautifully in the light, the fireplace light accenting even the tears on her face perfectly. She was an absolute angel, and you did this to her.

“How could you know…that purple was my favorite color?”

Dumbfounded, you looked around the purple-accented furniture in the living room you both lived in. Then you looked at the off-purple couch and purple drapes. You gazed into your girlfriend’s light purple eyes and to her light purple bowtie.

“I guess it was luck, sweetie. Maybe human intuition,” you shrugged as she opened the box again.

Inside the box were little Treble Clef earrings, purple to match her cutie mark, mulberry to be precise as Rarity said. Either way she seemed so astonished that you got these for her; you’re having one of those Christmas moments that you only have heard about in sitcoms.

“Wow Octi! If I’d known that you would freak out so much over a pair of earrings then I’d have given you some as well instead of a new bow for your cello,” the electric-blue-maned mare exclaimed on your right.

“Vinyl, don’t take my reaction as if I didn’t like your gift at all! It’s just that my amazing man here just got me something that blew me away is all, okay? I still love you tons!” Octavia said as she wrapped her hooves around her white DJ pony friend.

“Okay, okay! I get it! Just get offa me you big softie. Stain my coat with your mascara why don’t ya?” Vinyl joked as she lightly pushed her friend away from her.

Today was Hearth’s Warming Eve, the pony holiday that was totally-not-Christmas-but-was. The snow was falling outside and the fire was warm and toasty. You even decided to teach the two mares who were in your house the words to “Let it Snow”. After you three were done singing Earth songs, Vinyl told you she was probably going to write it into one of her own.

Good, ponies here didn’t know how lucky they were. They can now be subjected to Christmas Carols you switched to be pony songs. Now they can suffer hearing them for fifty years straight. Sucks to be the colt working late on Hearth’s Warming forty years from now.

That being said you were having the time of your life with your girlfriend and her best friend. After you two stained the train’s seating on the midnight ride, she spent the night at your place. The following morning you both laid out exactly what you wanted from the relationship and realized that you two indeed matched up pretty well.

From then on you went out on dates, spent the night at each other’s places and pretty much acted like any pony or human couple would. Of course the sex was pretty awesome as well, much to the complaint of Vinyl, who started listening to her own music to drown you two out. It was pretty much everything you wanted in a relationship.

The only major issue that you two had was the fact that you were genetically unable to have kids. You two would never have foals of your own. You were pretty down about it since it reminded you again of what you were missing from Earth. Octavia pulled you through it however, and with a long discussion, decided that if you two were content with your careers, you’d adopt. Then she told you that she was going to tempt fate as much as she could, and by that she meant you two were fucking all the time.

She was such an awesome girlfriend.

You found solace in other ways as well. You stopped doing expensive art galleries and toned down the prices of all your works. You spent a lot more time in Ponyville, drawing and painting for families and ponies who didn’t have a thousand bits to blow on art. It was more satisfying for you in a way, ponies buying from you not because it was exclusively expensive, but because they truly loved it and wanted to have it.

It made you feel more fulfilled to make tons of more ponies happy.

You even started doing comic books that you released every month. Spidermare was a pretty popular series, and thanks to a certain rainbow pegasus, you got the author of the Daring Doo series to allow you to make comics and illustrations of her works. You always liked her work, she wrote as if she actually did all of the adventures herself.

Octavia was doing absolutely spectacular with her work as well. She quickly became one of the most popular members of the Canterlot Symphony Orchestra. Twice she has gone for a few weeks in order to play with her bandmates around Equestria and you surprised her both times on those trips by spending time in various cities drawing for the locals.

Life was good for the year and a half that you two were together.

“Hey, did anything happen with that royal unicorn you accused of racism back when you two first met? I bucking love that story,” Vinyl asked as she grabbed another eggnog.

“Yeah sweetie, was there any blowback from the nobles about it?” Octavia also questioned.

You paused for a second, trying to remember the specific details. “Absolutely no consequences for me. She wasn’t a noble unicorn you two: just a rich and racist unicorn. Seriously, a few ponies that knew about that whole event asked me about that as well. Everypony just assumed she was a noble unicorn. I just opened up my first art gallery on the first day as a semi-popular artist in Canterlot. There is no way in hell a member of the Royal Nobles would attend such a low-key place.”

“Wow, really? They wouldn’t have shown up?” Octavia was confused.

“Yeah, pretty much. If the Princesses aren’t there, they won’t be as well. They attach themselves to Sunbutt in ways I’m sure makes her very uncomfortable.”

Naming their princess after the mark on her flank sent Vinyl into stitches. “You’re the only one I’ve ever known to just casually call her that!”

Octavia was laughing as well, occasionally breaking into a gigglesnort that was completely adorable. “Hey, better than calling her a spinnaker!”

This made you laugh in turn as you shuffled over to the classical music mare, rubbing your nose against her before kissing her. As your lips met, she calmed down from laughing and wrapped a hoof around your neck to draw you into a deeper kiss.

“Ahem, guys, I’m totally cool with you being together and all, but if you keep it up I’m just gonna have to clop in front of ya,” a certain mare said on your right.

After breaking from your kiss, Octavia almost seemed disgusted. “Eww Vinyl, why would you even say that? Can’t a mare enjoy the soft kiss of her boyfriend on Hearth’s Warming Eve?”

“Hey, I’m cool with having her joining,” you joked as you poked Octavia’s side.

Smacking your shoulder with her hoof in mock fury, Octavia looked at you with a mischievous look in her eye. “Getting tired of me already? Who would have thought you’d get so bored of your pet!”

“If a certain mare is going to bring that up, she better address me right in front of her audience,” you retorted somewhat aggressively into her ear.

“For fucks sake guys, I’m still right here!” Vinyl almost yelled, actually getting annoyed.

You backed away from the love of your life. “Fine, fine, fine, but you started it with your whole voyeur thing over there, ‘little miss gets-off-on-her-own-music’.”

At that, Vinyl threw some wrapping paper at you. “I wish to inform you, good sir, that I do not participate nor react in the activities that you mention. I’m a saint.”

Octavia snorted, “Vinyl my dear, if you’re a saint then I’m Celestia herself.”

“More like Luna; your ass isn’t big enough,” you commented as you flopped back down on the couch.

“I’m taking that as a compliment, mister,” Octavia said as she jumped up beside you.

You both snuggled on the couch as Vinyl relaxed and enjoyed her holiday cocoa while she wore her new sweater. That was your gift to her, a nice navy blue sweater that matched her mane pretty well. It looked super-cute on her too.

“Sorry for bugging you, Vinyl,” you say to the disc jockey.

“S’all good,” she replies. Poking out her tongue, she quickly wipes away her cocoa mustache from her upper lip before continuing. “As for the ‘gets off on her own music’ thing, well...I will share that I have my own personal subwoofer for that.”

“Vinyl!” Octavia exclaimed. “It would be nice not to know if I might have accidentally sat on your sex toys...”

“It would also be great to not hear you guys rutting hard enough for Celestia to hear in Canterlot. I can wub while you rub nasties, ya know?” Vinyl quipped as she sipped more of her hot chocolate.

“Not my fault I’m out of this world,” you informed her.

Almost in unison, both mares groaned and rolled their eyes. “Dear, please stop using those puns whenever anypony compliments you,” Octavia said.

Vinyl took a marshmallow from the bag to her right and threw it at you. “Yeah, you really suck at them.”

You opened your mouth and was able to catch it, much to Vinyl’s surprise; she even gave you a nod in acknowledgement of your skill. Octavia hopped off the couch and stretched a bit, giving you a very nice view of her flanks. “Well, as much as I would like to sit on the couch all day, I would like to get some practice in for the New Year’s concert. Would you like to come with me, sweetie?”

“Sure, I’d love to practice with you, honey,” Vinyl replied as she sank a bit further into her chair and hoodie.

Octavia’s response was a nonplussed look followed by a roll of her eyes.

You hopped off the couch and followed your marefriend out of the living room. As you walked past the front door, you picked up your bag of small art supplies and papers. Because you two would sometimes relax in a cafe or Sugarcube Corner, you brought enough things to do sketches and small pictures for ponies nearby. It was a great way to get in some practice while Octavia read a book.

You followed your grey marefriend into her bedroom and sat down on her beanbag chair in the corner of her room. You two tossed one in there because you couldn’t properly sit on smaller chairs. Octavia’s room was a slightly different shade of purple than the living room of course, and her bed was barely large enough to fit both of you on it. However, it was a bit spacious since she needed to have enough room to move around while she played her cello.

You relaxed and took out your pencils and a sketchpad while Octavia drew her bow across her cello. As she drew long notes out of her stringed instrument, you went through a few pages of your book and looked at the memories that you had put down on paper.

There were a few images of ponies walking around the city of Manehatten, with tall buildings in the background. That city actually made you feel a little bit back at home. They even had their own version of Times Square that you and Octavia just had to see.

It was your first time in another city, apart from Canterlot, and you loved every minute of it. You even got a few moments to draw Octavia beside her cello case with the Colta-Cola sign in the back. It seems that some things were classics across dimensions. This was also the first place you two got to see a performance as well, the Griffon King.

The next few images were from Stalliongrad, the winters there a bit harsher than in Ponyville and it snowed almost the entire time you two were there. The night you two were going back to Ponyville on train was the first night that was silent and calm. You were able to get a really cute drawing of Octavia sitting under a lamppost whilst a few flakes fell from the sky. She had a parka on and an ushanka; you giggled a bit as you saw ‘cute commie comrade crushes capitalism’ written on the side of the drawing.

The last image you had was your trip to Prance and of course you drew caricatures of anypony who wanted them for a bit or two. The last image however was of Octavia reading a book whilst sipping some coffee at a cafe, with the Eiffel Tower in the background. You were glad they didn’t have a pony version of the Eiffel Tower, it was just there. She was cute as fuck with the beret, though.

You two were able to enjoy the sights of all those cities as Octavia toured with the Royal Canterlot Symphony. If anything, it just made your time with her a bit more special, making these memories together. You might not have got out of Ponyville so often if it wasn’t for her insistence on you seeing Equestria with her.

That of course was icing on an already delicious cake. As much as the long-distance trips were exciting and inspiring, they sometimes couldn’t compare to moments like these. You two simply enjoying each other’s company as you two relaxed with nothing scheduled for days.

“So last night I actually had a dream about you,” you mentioned as you thought of what to draw.

Octavia’s eyes were closed as she played a slow song. “Oh yeah? What was it about?”

“Well, we were at the Grand Galloping Gala, and in this dream I was dancing right beside you.” You put your pencil to the paper and started to outline your dream.

Octavia chuckled. “Was it one of those pompous parties where the rich just rubbed hooves and made plans?”

“Nah, it looked like everyone was having fun; you know, something that the Gala needs to actually be for so long.” You drew the basic skeleton of you and your girlfriend.

“I’d love that, especially as if we danced, the music got a little bit stronger. As if to liven up the party a little.” Octavia raised the tempo just a little bit of her song as you told your dream.

“We should tell Celestia that there’s nothing wrong with just a little fun,” you commented as you made outlines of your bodies. “We were actually dancing all night long.”

The mare in front of you looked up. “I sure hoped the dancing came a to a good climax. Nothing spoils a good time than never getting to the good part.”

“Well it didn’t, that’s for sure. It seemed like, just when the time was right, I would wrap my arm around you.” You started to flesh out the bodies, adding details here and there to complete the two of you dancing.

“Well I hope that I had the courage to wrap my hoof around too,” she giggled.

You worked a bit on the background; nothing too fancy either, just faceless ponies and a few statues. An open window behind you both as a focal point made the scene. “Oh, you would, sweetie. Either way, I suddenly felt Sunbutt’s shining sun. Before I knew it, the dream was all gone.”

Octavia simply smiled as she drew her bow across the strings. “That sounds wonderful, dear.”

You two spent the next half hour working on your own respective arts without much comment. You took out some inks and started to fill in the scene that you portrayed. After a while you were satisfied with the line work that you had done and carefully erased the outlines and skeletons that you drew.

It was funny in a way, the uncertainty of drawing compared a lot to your relationship. At first you have a rough idea of where you want to go and you start on your way. On some stages of your drawing you find that you can be uncertain of what you’re doing.

Your uncertainty came from not being able to see the whole picture just yet, only parts that were unfinished. Then, when you finally put in the last few lines, taking those last few risky strokes, it all comes together into something a bit more beautiful. Of course, over your time as an artist you came to trust your instincts to ignore those doubts as you drew, and you applied the same instincts to your relationship with Octavia.

You felt a breath of hot air graze your neck as the pony in question appraised your work. You were so lost in thought that you never even heard her stop playing. “Wow, that looks absolutely fantastic,” she praised.”I love how you centered the shot under the window, it certainly makes everything seem a bit more magical.”

“You also sound magical when you play, my love, thanks a lot for your input,” you replied as you turned a bit to give her a kiss.

The kiss lasted a bit longer than a chaste peck, and it filled you with a pleasant warmth. You swore that ponies somehow had some sort of arcane lips to make kisses seem so mystifying.

She hummed a bit into your kiss before breaking apart from you. “You know, I have an idea.”

You raised your eyebrow in question to her comment. Octavia brought her cello up onto her bed with her. She then laid down, letting her mane cascade onto the mattress. Her hind leg moved slightly in front of her to hide her teats, while curving her rump and tail to just barely hide her mare bits. She then relaxed and glanced towards you, bringing her cello behind to rest on her back as she laid a hoof on her side.

“How about you draw me like one of your Prench mares?” she sensually suggested.

Did it get a little hot in here or was it just you? “Comfortable? This might take a bit,” you asked.

She looked at you with a half-lidded gaze. “Oh, I’m very comfortable, just make sure to get my good side.”

“All of you is a ‘good side’.” You took her form in stride as you flipped the page of your book and laid it out into a landscape.

You started with a basic line for the bed before you started to work on her outline, making sure to get the curve of her body just right. This wasn’t your first time drawing Octavia in a sensual position, she loved how you drew her. She claimed it made her feel ‘like a mare’. You didn’t mind at all and you enjoyed every single time you practiced. You also had some more private drawings stashed away as well that were definitely for your-eyes-only.

You tranced over her rump and went slowly to get her hoof placement just right. Enough so that if her hind leg moved just right you might have got a flash of the more intimate places of her body. It was important to get the curves and parts down just right to capture the raw beauty of your marefriend.

Finishing off her flanks, you started to move up her body, getting her hoof placed just right on her side. The cello got a brief sketch just to get the frame done; you could fill that in later when you were finished. “Oh honey, did you start on my flank first?”

You coughed, knowing she was right. “Yeah I started there first.”

She laughed at being correct. “Of course you did, you pervert.”

“Well, I am your pervert. Anything I can help you with?” you said as you did a quick stretch.

“More like something I can help you with. I’m sure you need a nice reason to draw attention away from my rump, balance the picture out and whatnot,” she mentioned.

You decided to go for a compliment. “Your eyes do that enough, Octy, they’re always one of your best features.”

She lightly blushed at your comment. “Well, how about… this?”

She reached under her pillow with a hoof, and with the strange dexterity that ponies had, she brought out an object and hooked it around her neck. With a hoof she pulled her mane back so you could properly look at it. To your surprise, it was a simple black collar.

Hanging from the ring in the middle of it was a heart which you could see had some writing but couldn’t make out. Attached to that was a leash that she moved so it wrapped a bit around her torso. She placed her hoof back on her side and smiled innocently at you.

“That better?” she asked as if there was any reason why it wouldn’t make the drawing better.

You got up to see what was on the collar but she raised a hoof. “Now now, you have a drawing to finish, honey.”

You laughed as you sat back down. “Yes sweetie,” you replied. “You’re right, I should finish what I started.”

Judging from the scent now wafting in the room, you knew that the collar had as much effect on Octavia as it did on you. You, however, were a superior human with absolute iron resolve. Actually, you were ready to pounce the mare right then and there, but you wanted her to wait as well. You knew she would be working herself up more and more as you drew.

You were right, too, every once in awhile she would fidget slightly. You saw her move her flank a little bit from side to side to get any sort of stimulation. “Ah, you know better than to move, my pet,” you say with a smirk. “You might mess up my drawing of you.”

Octavia’s face reddened upon hearing you calling her your pet. You spent your time making sure you really got her features down right, ensuring that her blush was captured. Her mane was just out of the way to show off the silver heart, and the leash was wrapped around her just right.

It was perfection, just like her.

You flipped the pad around to show your mare as she jumped off the bed, the collar lightly jingling as silver met with the steel clasp of the leash. Octavia sat in front of you as she studied your art. “Wow honey, this… this is really amazing. I never knew I could look that sexy!”

While she was taking her time drinking in your image of her, you were able to grab her leash. You lightly tossed the sketchpad like a frisbee to land on her bed and pulled her up onto your chest. Her cry of surprise was cut short as your lips connected, drawing out a moan from her instead. Breaking off from the heated embrace, you looked into her beautiful eyes.

“You know you’re always sexy.”

You didn’t let her reply as you kissed her again, slipping in your tongue to dance with hers as you two embraced on the bean bag chair. You knew she was soaked before, but it became more apparent as she literally dripped onto your pants. She moaned as you used your free hand to press right above her tail so you could grind against her.

You placed the leash into your mouth and held it with your teeth, showing off your sharper canines to Octavia. She was trapped and stared at your pointed teeth as you used your now free hands to pull down your jeans and boxers. Kicking them off, you gripped her flanks and pushed your erection against her soaking wet sex.

“Oh buck, oh shit, I love it when you grab me like thAT!” she cried as you slapped her right cheek, giving it a good grope as her clit ran across your shaft.

The leash in your mouth didn’t taste too awful as you teased your mare into a gibbering mess. She loved it too, especially with how your heavy breathing sounded more feral while the smooth rope was trapped in your teeth. Grinning, you moved one hand down her side, and teased her pussy as you gathered her juices on your probing finger.

“Why are you just teasing me and not sticking it -ohhh!” she cried before arching her back as you pressed the now lubricated finger into her tight tailhole.

After a few more thrusts of a finger and rubs on her clit against your soaked cock, you felt her tighten against the invading digit as she came. You knew Vinyl downstairs was going to get frustrated as hell at your antics, but you didn’t care.

Eventually Octavia collapsed against you, panting and drooling on your chest as she rode the aftershocks of her orgasm. You spat the leash out of your mouth. “Wow, you were pretty wound up, weren’t you?”

“Mmmhmmm...” hummed the puddle of mare on your chest.

You smiled as you popped your finger from her tight, quivering ponut. You then brushed her mane out of the way to examine the heart on her collar. ‘Master’s Pet’ is what it said, which was a little cliché, but you weren't going to complain at all. You then raised the leash in your other hand and it gave you an idea.

You started to bring one of her hooves behind her back as she leaned on your chest. “Sir? What are you doing?”

“Be still, my pet,” you told her as you looped the fabric around her hoof three times. “Master is going to have some fun with you and you’re going to enjoy it.”

She blushed hard as her other hoof was taken and tied up against the other one. With nothing to push away from you, she was helpless against your chest. While you did so, you could hear the thumps of techno start to reverberate from downstairs. Seems like Vinyl wanted to have some fun on her own, or actually is trying to work without having to hear you two fuck.

You picked up your tied mare and lightly tossed her onto the bed. She landed with a light thump and rolled herself over so that her tail was in the air and rear hooves were on the floor. Her belly rested against her soft mattress as her hooves were tied behind her back.

You gripped both her hooves and turned her around so that she was on her back and staring up at you. You wrapped the rest of her leash loosely around her neck and placed it in her mouth.

“Now, even though Vinyl can’t hear us, we don’t need Scootaloo going by this house and hearing you getting your brains fucked out. That would be awkward. Now just spit it out and say banana if it gets too much, okay?”

She nodded and moaned in agreement as you slid your length across her soaked slit. Thanks to the bed being so low to the ground you could kneel and give yourself the perfect height to slam into your mare.

And with her giving a muffled gasp, you did.

The constant teasing and prodding made her entrance slick and easy to slide into. She tightened up immediately from you hilting inside of her, and you got to enjoy the unique feeling of a mare squeezing down on you. You pulled a fair bit back before plunging into her depths yet again.

The leash in her mouth did little to muffle her cries of pleasure as you ravaged her body. Your hands grasped her sides, settling just above her hind legs to give you the grip you needed to thoroughly fuck her. There have been days here and there where you two have taken it slow and romantically. This was not one of those times.

Her moans would rise in volume every time your hips met her ass, a ripple cascading over them as you slammed into her time and time again. You could feel her tightening on you over and over as you mercilessly thrust into her. You only knew if she came by the juices soaking your legs and balls, and by the feel of it, your brutal pounding caused at least three.

Your knees started to hurt a bit from rubbing on the carpeted floors, so you picked the light mare up and fell back against the bean bag chair. You moved your hands just under her armpits, pausing only a moment to get a good position before moving her body up and down on your shaft.

Octavia could do nothing more but to try and help with her hind legs. Her body curved back and the leash fell from her mouth. She was openly panting like a dog as you used her as a cocksock. She cried out your name followed by a long, drawn out ‘fuck’ before falling forward onto your chest.

By that time your orgasm was approaching really fast. You considered pulling out and face-fucking your girlfriend, but decided that her quivering cunt was a far better place to release your seed. You called out her name before you bit her neck, causing her to tighten up once more in an orgasm. You pulled her down on your crotch, burying yourself deep within her as you filled her with your cream.

Your teeth released their hold on Tavi’s neck as you laid against the bean bag chair while you recovered. The bass from below was pretty loud and you were certain that Vinyl was getting off now. You reached down sluggishly and untied your lover.

“So, satisfied?”

A low happy moan was all you got from the mess of mane on you. You flinched as you felt yourself slip from her raw, thoroughly fucked pussy. “Fuck, we got pretty intense there,” you commented.

“Ohhhhhh yeah,” Octavia replied as she moved her front hooves, trying to get any kinks out. “Fuck, I’m gonna be sore and I’m gonna love it.”

“Well, I can always take your other holes if I feel like it later.” you joked as you ran your fingers through her mane.

“Maybe in the shower. Come on, we can’t smell like sex all day.”

“Sure we can, but I think Vinyl might complain more than usual.” You got up off the bean bag chair and stripped off your shirt. “Let’s go get washed up.”

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A few hours after a surprisingly clean and not anal-sex-filled shower, both you and Octavia were again relaxing on the couch. It was getting dark pretty early now, and the night sky was black as you relaxed. Vinyl was in the kitchen, munching on whatever food she could find in the house. You two really should go grocery shopping.

Instead you thought of the shopping you did earlier in the week. You looked at the mare in front of you and then glanced at your coat pocket.

“You know what would be great, sweetie? If we went for a walk.” you suggested to Octavia. “Tonight reminds me of that night in Stalliongrad.”

“Really? Earlier reminded me of the train ride from Stalliongrad.”

“I can fucking hear you in here!” Vinyl yelled from the kitchen with fake anger.

“We know, that is why we are talking about it, bassbutt!” you yelled back.

Octavia rolled off your lap and onto the floor. “You know what? I’ll take you up on that offer. Let’s go.”

You stood up and put on your boots while Octavia wrapped a scarf around her neck, which still had a bite mark on it. You slipped into your coat as you opened up the front door, allowing your girlfriend to leave the house first, you chivalrous bastard, you.

Walking around the silent Ponyville, you two made idle conversation before approaching a small bridge that crossed a river that fed into the nearby frozen lake. Looking up you saw the bright stars in the sky and the moon lighting up the night. Luna’s light cast the world into shades of blue and the reflection of the snow made it easy enough to see.

Your fingers rolled over a small box in your pocket. “You know, I was thinking of something, Octavia.”

“Hmm?” she queried as she looked out across the frozen lake.

You pulled the box out and held it behind your back. “I now know what to do.”

She looked back at you and smiled. “About what, dear?”

“Well, about the dream and you,” you said as you knelt down into the snow. “I’ll make the dream come true.”

“Well, that is nice and all honey but you’re going to freeze your leg off with your knee in the snow like that,” Octavia commented with a bit of concern.

“Wait, what? No this is… oh yeah, of course this would probably be different in Equestria.,”

Octavia tilted her head to the side as she looked at you. “What would be different? Seriously, you should stand up.”

You started laughing. “Hey Octavia, want to know a human thing?”

She raised an eyebrow. “Yeah, sure, does it involve getting way too cold?”

You waved her concerns with a hand. “Okay, so first I get down on one knee like so.”

“Alright, I’ll play along.” Octavia shifted her hooves in the snow so she was fully facing you.

“Then we get out this box right here.” You lifted a neat little black box from your pocket.

Her eyes lit up. “You got me another present? Why didn’t you give it to me this morning?”

You smile back at her. “Because this is a special kind of present. So as a man, I get down on one knee, I present a closed box. Then I open the box…”

You opened the box up and inside was a silver chain holding a small ring with an amethyst set inside. “We have a ring inside, though I put one on a chain since you don’t have fingers. Then we ask the love of our lives if they would like to marry us.”

Octavia’s face went through a lot of emotions over a few seconds. From confused, to realization, to happiness and then crying her eyes out. “Oh Sweet Celestia! I’ve been wondering how to ask that question myself! I was going to wait until New Year’s before asking for your ho-hand!”

She leaped at you and wrapped her cold-as-ice hooves around your neck.

“So that’s a yes?” you asked, hoping that it was.

A hoof hit your shoulder as the now crying mare looked at you. “Of course!”

Kissing her in the moonlight made you feel more alive than ever.

Sometimes, life does throw you curveballs, like teleporting to another dimension where ponies lived. Plenty of relationship succeed with less than what you and Octavia had. You just knew that what you both had was good, and that you’d be happy. She was the one you were going to stay with for your entire life here in Equestria.

The best thing about you two staying together?

There was no magic required.

Author's Note

You are not getting another chapter! IT IS DONE.

Special thanks to Zephyr and Enigmatic Otaku for listening to my ideas n such.

Thanks to all of you guys for supporting my stories.