He had been living with her for little over a year now. He loved her with all of his heart, and he'd do nothing to jeopardize or ruin that, even if his heart is aflame with lust from the banging beautiful body she possesses. Those marshmallow hooves, those thick thighs, those humongous hips of heavenly origins. He loved her for everything. He would never leave her.

He does not feel like he is the one to make the first move, but what shall he do when she does? She makes her first move to loosen him up a bit, sitting upon his lap and letting him get a feel of her plot.

Written for Plotpony. Proofread by Chaos D Empire and CastleRock, and edited by CoffeeButts, err... I mean SoothingCoffee and Malefactory.