There is a pony cafe on a rooftop on the corner of 33rd and 6th where New York’s weather pegasi would go after work to shoot the breeze with friends, have a few drinks, maybe watch some hoofball together. There Blossomforth would watch the humans and their loving herdmates, always doing her best to learn more from them to better provide and care for her own special somehuman. After all, being his one and only beloved mare, she has to make up for an entire herd! Or so she feels.

There is a popular pony cafe in the Big Apple where the human homestay hosts would go to pick up their homestay ponies after work. New York’s weather manager, Rocky (nicknamed by the pegasi for his talent at flying), would listen to his fellow hosts swap experiences and tips on how to better care for their little ponies. After all his beloved little Blossomforth (and only she alone!) deserves all his devoted effort. Or so he feels.

There is a very friendly pony cafe in Manhattan where all ponies far away from home would go to seek some of that old Equestrian-style pony friendship. Even the rising star of New York’s night scene, the hotshot escort Ember Charm, would frequent the cafe if only to sit in a secluded corner by herself, quietly watching two particular individuals, the New York weather manager and his herdless fillyfriend. That was all she would ever do; Watch over them from afar. Or so she feels....until she noticed the two quietly celebrate the birthday of their old dear friend, the ex-Wonderbolt Captain Spitfire who mysteriously withdrew from the public eye following her sudden retirement a few years ago.

Hot saucy cloptastic romance featuring Spitfire X Blossomforth X Human. Rated M for very graphic and detailed depictions of romantic, sensual and consensual human-on-pony(ies) action.

Instant, immediate, no-nonsense clop in chapter 1 with story to follow in chapter 2. This story starts with clop, is spiced with clop and ends with clop, with some gratuitous story and world-building in the middle. After all you’re all here for the plot, right? I call this the….are you ready for this….the Clop-Meat Sandwich! Ba-Dum-Tish!

Content Warnings
Overall very graphic and detailed depictions of hot human-on-pony action.
Chapter 1 - Long sensuous pegasus deepthroating and oral piledivers with simultaneous upside-down cunnilungus. Complete with a literal twist involving legendary Blossom-flexibility and deep loving vaginal sex with simultaneous teabagging and cum-swallowing. Because why the hell not?

Art by Pusspuss Pen Mightier. He drew it for me because I wouldn’t stop lamenting my inability to draw stopping me from writing flamin’ hot stories with flamin’ hot cover arts just like Pusspuss. I think it was his way of very nicely saying ‘shut up and write, you wuss’. So I asked Pen for a smokin’ hot pic of Blossomforth. The first one he gave me spontaneously combusted and burned a hole in my monitor. With this one I just straight-up asked him, ‘Did you just go and bug Pusspuss for his secret porn stash? Cause this looks like Pusspuss art. It smells like Pusspuss art. It faps like Pusspuss art.’ I think I managed to achieve the impossible and pissed Pen off. So, uh, please tell him how nice his art is and how un-Pusspuss-ripoff-ish it is. I’m sure he’ll appreciate it. Holy smokes, are those bite marks leaving deep ridges in the briddle's bit? o_O