A Herdsman of Hearts

"Wonderbolts and Alien Saves Equestria from Twittermite Thunderstorm. 'Winged it' says Alien."

"Human Salvages Tornado Day. Appointed Honorary Weather Manager. 'What a Twist', Says Human."

"Honorary Weather Manager Leads First Winter-Wrap-Up In Higher Gryphonia. 'It’s Cool' Says Manager."

"Princess Celestia Grants Earthling Hero Royal Charter For All Equestrian Weather Work on Earth. ‘It's a sunny daze’ Says Earthling.”

“Man and Mare Lead First Ever Storm Clean-Up Over New York. ‘Hail Yeah’ Says Big Apple’s New Weather Boss.”

The wall was running out of space to hang up new frames. Rocky just about managed to find a good spot between his weather engineering diploma from the Cloudsdale Academy and an old photograph of himself, the Wonderbolt captain Spitfire, intrepid explorer Dr. Daring Doo, and the love of his life, a certain petite snow-white pegasus. The photo was a good 8 years old, dating back to his arrival in Equestria, but it still never fails to bring a smile to his face. He couldn’t remember which of them gave him his nickname, ‘Rocky’, on account of his incredible talent for flying. But like many other things Equestria had given him, it had stuck.

He nailgunned a new mount before hanging his latest treasure, a newspaper clipping featuring a dashing photograph of a beautiful snow-white pegasus in a stylish blue flightsuit. The photographer had caught her in midflight as she flew by a gleaming new cloud station hanging above the Empire State Building. “WeatherMare Flies First Mission From New Weather Station ‘Liberty 1’. 'I Have No Puns For This' Says Weather Boss.” The headline read.

‘Beats working out of a rooftop pigeon coop.’ He thought as he stepped back to admire his handiwork. “Hey, Meepy, I think I got a serious chick pony fetish.” He called out. “I know it. My raging hard-on knows it. I’m in love with the chick pony in this photograph. I mean, all the chainsaw sounds my loins are making means I’m totally hopelessly in love, right?”

Gentle clip-clops approached across the wooden parquet. He looked behind him to find a beautiful snow-white angel, her soft white fur gleaming radiant in the sunset streaming through the tall windows. A gentle breeze sailed through the tall curtains before blowing playfully through her silky cherry-and-evergreen mane. In her mouth was a small silver tray bearing a single cup of dark red wine, no doubt their usual celebratory cup from their prized Equestrian collection. She padded over to a nearby coffee table to set it down carefully before trotting over to join him by his side.

“Apparently her name’s Blossomforth, the dashing poster mare for Forth Enterprises, Earth’s first ever weather mare and the beautiful face of New York’s weather team.” Rocky went on with a wistful sigh. “What’s a guy gotta do to score a piece of them delicious badonkadonks, huh, Meepy?”

The mare sat down her haunches and chuckled into her forehoof. “You can say, ‘pretty please, can I have some, Blossomforth?’. I can be generous. In a, uh, dirty way. B-but only for you.” She quickly looked away as a furious blush bloomed on her pure white cheeks. ‘Why is this dirty talk thing always so difficuuuuult?’ Blossomforth, the only mare in the universe to routinely declare her dirtiness, squeaked inwardly, clutching her feverish cheeks with her forehooves.

‘Why is her dirty talk so cuuuuute?’ Rocky fistpumped inwardly. “Huh, you can’t be the world famous Blossomforth. Pretty sure you told me your name’s ‘Meeplesquee’ when we first met.” He pointed out with an exaggerated frown.

“Well, I was pretty sure you were gonna eat me…” The mare murmured something under her breath.

“Sorry, couldn’t hear you over the sound of my raging hard-on.” Rocky said, raising a hand to one ear.

“I was pretty sure you were gonna eat me!” She blurted out in a louder squeak.

“And you know what? The funny thing is, right, the funny thing is...” He chuckled, leaning in close to one of her ears before dropping his voice to a menacing whisper. “You were right.”

She gave a loud squeak as she tried to leap away under a nearby sofa. She wriggled her flanks in a desperate attempt to squeeze underneath her hidey-hole. But he was too quick for her. With a quick lunge he had her hopelessly flailing form trapped in his arms. “OM NOM NOM!” He made a grand show of gobbling one of her forehooves. “Tastesh like marshmallowzz!” He gave a muffled growl into the soft, fluffy stuffing.

“Nooo, that’s mine! Get your own, you monster!” She gave a defiant squeak, booping him on his nose repeatedly with her remaining hoof.

“Okay.” He drooled liberally all over her forehoof. “My germs! Now it’sh aaaall mine!”

“Foal, you can’t take what’s already yours.” She settled into a light chuckle.

He paused mid-nibble, a bit of drool dripping forgotten to one side. “Ewwww, mommy, this one’s all sappy.” He released her forehoof before burying his face in her soft, fluffy chest. “Need something sweet to wash the taste out.” He muttered, rubbing his face into her silky smooth fur.

“Pfft, eat your fill then, you big foalie.” She giggled, giving his messy hair a loving caress with a forehoof.

“Y’know, I think I finally figured out my fetish, Meepy.” He finally said, putting on a serious look as he straightened up with her cradled in one arm. “I like…” He gave a dramatic pause, gesturing out into the middle distance as if painting a grandiose vision in the air, “...marshmallows.”

He received a boop to the face for his trouble. “We need to go to the big colts store and get you some grown-up fetishes.” She sighed, though her big sapphire eyes twinkled with obvious mirth.

“Excuse me, my fetish is so grown-up it puts the wheelbarrow in diapers. Look, it’s so mature I’m having a classy glass of wine with it. Nine out of ten connoisseurs say red wine totally goes with white marshmallows.” Rocky picked up the glass of wine in one hand while holding his captive in the other. “Now, I would like to propose a toast, whether you like it or not.”

“Foal, I only brought the one cup for you. We can’t toast with just the one.” She giggled.

“Challenge accepted.” He grinned a wicked grin. “A toast to my one and only fetish and her beautiful marshmallowy badonkadonks.” He raised the cup to her before sipping a big mouthful. “Mmmph.” He turned to her, giving her a meaningful look, one about as meaningful as a chipmunk’s.

“Pffft!” She burst into a bright giggle at the sight of his puffed-up cheeks. “There’s a reason I only brought the one for you. You know how easily I get tipsy.” She tried to wave him off.

But he only tightened his hug around her as he puckered his lips exaggeratedly, giving her his most irresistible duck face. “Mmmph!” He insisted, somehow managing to puff up his cheeks even further.

“You actually want me drunk, huh?” She gave a helpless sigh as she curled her forehooves around his neck, pulling herself up towards him. “I’m not responsible for anything I do while under your influence.” She said before pressing her soft lips against his. She playfully licked her long, velvety tongue across his lips before parting them with a peck, releasing a trickle of wine into her mouth. Her soft tongue gently lapped more of the sweetness out of his mouth and into her own. She gave a soft moan into his mouth as she explored deeper and deeper for more of the increasingly elusive drink. He offered up more of the treat, feeding it to her with his own tongue, earning him a little chorus of moans from his little pegasus. It was a while before they parted lips, if only to allow him some air. With her powerful pegasi lungs she could have gone on forever.

“And that’s what I call a ‘French Toast’.” He chuckled as he drew back. “Meepy, what’re you doing?” He asked as the mare in his arms leaned into him, wrapping her lips around a shirt button. “M-Meepy?” He gave a little gasp as he felt her unbutton him with a single flick of her long, dexterous tongue.

“It’s in the way. Of, you know, us mating.” She tried to growl huskily as she moved on to his next button. It came out as more of a purr. It was surprisingly still as sexy.

“Meepy, we’ve been over this, you need to actually be drunk to use the ‘drunken sex fiend’ card to get in my pants. We’re talking a pint of the good stuff at least. A baby sip won’t even get you a glimpse of…” He began before he was suddenly silenced by his own shirt being tugged unceremoniously over his head. His breath hitched as he realized his sweet little pegasus was actually seriously rarin’ to go. The small patch of wetness he felt where her honeypot touched against the bare skin of his stomach more than confirmed it.

A lone snow-white feather hanging from a gold chain around his neck bounced against his chest. The two gave a brief, almost reverential pause as she reached out a forehoof to caress the feather. It was one of her primaries, one she had given him to show him she was his little pegasus, one he wears to show the whole world he is proud to be her human. It would be the only thing to remain upon his person that night if she had her way.

“No more dallying, you have a whole pint to make up. Of your cum, I mean.” She suddenly said with husky urgency as she somehow managed to wriggle around in his arms to come face to face with her next challenger, his belt buckle. Talking dirty came a lot easier to her while hanging upside-down for some reason. Might be the fact that all her blood was already rushing to her face anyway.

“W-what a plot twist.” He mumbled intelligently, staring numbly at the rear end of the upside-down pony he was holding. “M-Meepy, are you sure? You haven’t even fully recovered from last tiiiiiiii~me!” He finished with a gasp as Meepy’s magic tongue won its wrestling match with his belt buckle, releasing it with a satisfying snap against his nethers. “Oookay, ma’am, yes, ma’am.” He squeaked.

What little presence of mind he had left rushed him to their apartment's cozy little bedroom, upside-down pony and all. He made it to their bed just as Meepy decided she’d had enough of his trousers, dropping them into a tight pool around his ankles. He barely avoided tripping, laying her down on her back on the edge of the bed and catching himself on either side of her. He was about to straighten up from where he was leaning over her when he felt something tug gently on his briefs. He felt something hit his heart like a party cannon as he looked down at the culprit. He found her lying right at the edge of the bed with her head and neck curved over the edge, his briefs tightly gripped in her muzzle. But what got him was the loving, pleading look in her bright sapphire eyes, laying her intentions bare.

He could only give a stiff little nod. She gave him a thankful smile through the mouthful of underwear before tugging it off, releasing his manhood to her tender mercies. She released the meddling cloth and licked her lips hungrily at the sight of the big treat that was about to be hers.

Except he decided to ruin the mood by kicking off his trousers and underwear and reaching inside their bedside cabinet for a bottle of isotonic sports drink. “Alright, Meepy, you know the rules. Open up.” He trilled, uncapping the bottle.

“You just can’t help it, can you?” She huffed, crossing her forehooves impatiently. “You’d better not ruin my treat too. And I mean, um, that.” She blushed deeply as she waved a forehoof in the general direction of his nethers.

“Yes, yes, I promise I won’t get competitive with the plastic bottle.” He chuckled, holding the bottle to her lips. She rolled her eyes at him, even as she obediently allowed him to bottle-feed her. Still, despite how ridiculously awkward he was sometimes, she couldn’t help but feel a happy little glow inside at his display of thoughtfulness for her wellbeing. Mating with humans is a far more prolonged affair than ponies are used to, making it very taxing on her water and, very importantly, her salt stores. While she would be a good girl and prepare herself well for planned matings, he would always insist on lovingly bottlefeeding her before their more impromptu romps.

She suspects he takes secret pleasure in it.

He saw her eyeing his semi-erect shaft like a hawk, making sure he kept his word and kept his arousal to a minimum. He knew she gets off on the feeling of his manhood growing and stretching her throat. It was the closest thing he had to a stallion’s pre-climax ‘flare’, except much to her delight it was anything but the climax for humans, it was only the beginning of a long sensuous throat-fuck. Ponies, being ruminants, naturally enjoy the sensation of having their mouths and throats filled. It was not uncommon for them to go as far as finding it sexually arousing, making fellatio and deepthroating a very intimate and pleasurable act for mares. And for a good few like Blossomforth, a good hard throat-rutting alone could often bring them to climax. So he did his best to keep his word as he tried to think of taxes, Edward Cullen, anything to keep the little man down.

Still, it was a losing battle with her lying before him, forehooves curled over her chest demurely, her big beautiful sapphire eyes on him as she drank from his bottle. He decided to hurry a little, putting the bottle aside. Sensing his urgency, she gave him an eager little nod.

He gave her a little upside-down peck on her lips, eliciting a soft squee from her. There’d be no further foreplay if he was to give her the promised treat. They’d have to go straight to the main event. He leaned over her, lowering the tip of his manhood to her waiting mouth. She gave it a tiny, expectant kiss, telling him she was ready. With a short but firm thrust, he penetrated her soft lips and pushed inside, earning him an excited moan that he could feel all along his shaft. He echoed her with a low groan as moist softness welcomed him in. Ponies had higher body temperatures than humans, a fact that he got to experience the full brunt of as her steamy hotness embraced him fully. He felt his fleshy mass weigh down on her tongue for but a moment before the writhing hotness licked at his entire length, coaxing him deeper inside her. The sound of her eager suckling on his shaft filled the room as she sought to pull him into her throat with all the ferocity of a twittermite-vacuum.

His tip was already tingling madly under the tender ministrations of her hot, silky tongue and her expert suckling when it reached the tight ring of her throat. He could feel her impatient eagerness double as she took slow, deep breaths into her strong high-altitude-flight lungs in preparation. Once ready she would be able to hold her breath for what would feel like forever, a fact that made pegasi champion deepthroaters.

She finally reached a forehoof up to give him a tap on his waist, signalling for him to begin. He reached down to cup a palm tenderly around her muzzle, eliciting a tender hum from her. He drew back a bit, allowing the ring of her throat to relax, before thrusting his entire length in one firm stroke. He penetrated deep into her hot, slick tightness, feeling her passionately needy moan ripple powerfully against his member as he pushed deeper and deeper into her. He saw her wings, already at half-mast, flare out across the bedspread, stiffening visibly with her euphoria.

He gave a loud groan as he hilted deep inside her throat, his testicles pressed up tight against her muzzle. As he promised, he was still only at half-mast, ready to swell and lengthen even further within the already constricting embrace of her throat. He couldn’t help but suspect that Blossom had some earth pony blood somewhere in her lineage if the grip her forehooves applied to his butt was anything to go by. She held him fast, not allowing him to slip even a millimetre as she took her time in enjoying the feeling of his heavy length slowly filling her up.

He placed a hand around the slowly growing bulge in her throat and gave it a gentle but firm squeeze just the way she liked it, earning him a long happy moan that reverberated around his shaft. He felt his own firm girth stretch his grip on her neck as her contented moans continued to massage his manhood. He revelled in more than just her warm grip of her throat rippling tighter and tighter around his swelling cock, he felt a fierce passionate love for her for trusting him so deeply, offering him her most vulnerable self to accept him into her. He knew his beloved Meepy had a lovingly submissive side to her, taking passionate pleasure in devoting herself to him. But he also knew that she very genuinely gets off on a long, firm throat-rut. ‘Make love to my lips as hard as you can’ she would tell him. And by Celestia’s flaming hot sunflanks he’d give her all the love she wants.

As he allowed her time to enjoy her treat, he couldn’t help but eye the rest of the delicious feast before him. From her soft, furry chest to the cute mound of her pony tummy, widening into her shapely rumps and her adorable rearhooves kicking excitedly at the air like a little foal, not to mention her silky cherry-and-evergreen tail swishing happily against the bedspread. And amidst all the eye-candy was the treasure box, the luxurious pink mounds of her teats and their nipples standing proud with arousal. Just below it was the prize with her bright glistening pearl peeking meekly out of its hood just above her steadily leaking mare-mound.

The temptation was just too much to resist. He slowly leaned forwards, propping himself up on his elbows as he pushed her plush thighs apart as far as they’d go. Blossom, being the incredibly flexible mare she is, allowed her legs to go all the way, granting him complete access. He squeezed one teat tightly at its base, gathering the soft flesh up to give it a barrage of suckling kisses and licks while tracing teasing circles around the other with a fingernail. He felt Blossom moan loudly around his shaft as he pulled the teat into his mouth with his tongue, suckling on the bud as he bit into its soft, firm base.

Feeling suddenly adventurous, he wrapped his elbows around her thighs and straightened up. Blossom gave a loud squeak around his cock as her rear was suddenly pulled high into the air, leaving her hanging upside down by her rearhooves. Her gleaming marehood trickled and dripped across her chest and muzzle as she hung helplessly at his mercy. Her already tense wings fluttered stiffly with excitement, something he had never seen her do before. She spread her legs wide to either side of his head, opening herself up for his viewing pleasure as her swollen pussy winked invitingly at him, teasing him with the bright pink softness hidden within. He looked down at her, surprised at her coquettish display. Her full cheeks burned with a feriocious blush in reply.

He reached back down with one hand and caressed her neck gently as he felt himself reach full mast, stretching her impossibly taut insides to full. The impatient moan that rippled around his shaft confirmed it. She was ready and, judging by the tugging of her forehooves on his butt, she was also very eager. He reached for her forehooves, making doubly sure they had a good grip on him. After all he would rely on them for guidance and their release as a signal for a hard stop.

He drew back slowly, feeling every rippling ridge tug longingly at his shaft until his tip was right outside the tense ring of her throat. He drove his length back in, penetrating the tight ring and stretching her insides once more. She craned her neck to take it in even deeper, moaning loudly around his throbbing mass. Again and again he roughly penetrated her with long, deep strokes, molding the firm muscles of her throat around his spear. She moaned lovingly into him between each thrust, spurring him on further.

He felt one forehoof squeeze him tightly. He panted as he slowed and drew out until only the tip rested on the edge of her tongue. Her tight hold on him wouldn’t let him deprive her fully of her beloved toy. She took a loud gasp, the rush of warm air around his moist cock sending shivers up his spine. Her long, dexterous tongue flicked at his oversensitive tip as she suckled on him deeply with each long, deep breath. Her honeypot was overflowing, trickling her burning hot nectar all over his exposed dick, causing him to give a surprised gasp. Her tongue glided out to lick her own essence off his cock. He couldn’t help but groan at the sinfully luscious display. He would have liked to enjoy it forever, except she was already eager to get going again. Having refilled on air, she gave him a series of tight squeezes with her forehoof, signalling for him to rut her mouth fast and hard.

The new upright position he was trying for the first time gave him unparalleled strength as he forced his way into her waiting throat with a rough, swift stroke, eliciting a cry of delight from her. As he filled her with thrust after swift thrust, he turned his attentions back to her soaking winking marehood as it leaked cum all over their frantic lovemaking. A tiny angelic Blossomforth piped up on his right shoulder, warning him that Blossom wouldn’t like anything that would bring her to a climax all too soon, not even the slightest stimulation. A devilish succubus Blossomforth popped out on his left shoulder, pointing out the obvious; It’s an overflowing Blossom-hotpot that was his for the taking. Enough said.

Needless to say, devil-Blossom won.

He used his left hand to spread her tender, swollen lips, allowing more burning hot honey to drizzle all over Blossom’s tummy, chest and muzzle. With his right hand he curled a wicked finger into her soft, tight depths. Her desperate moan spurred him on as he leaned in and gave her oversensitive pony-pearl a deep, loving kiss. He suckled the little nub, forcibly tugging it out of its hood before gently gripping its tender base with his teeth, trapping the increasingly engorged head at the mercy of his tongue. She gave a loud cry of pure ectasy, her head rising up, driving his shaft deeper inside her. He ran his curled finger deeper inside her, pushing up against the inner wall of her clit, massaging more of the helpless prisoner into his mouth to meet his eager tongue. He brought his other hand back down to her throat, giving the fleshy bulge marking his cock's passage a gentle caress as he drew out. As he thrust into her one last time he gave the returning bulge a firm grip. That did it. Her back arched as her little pony body went into euphoric spasm. Flaming hot pony-honey squirted from her hopelessly leaking hotpot, drenching his face.

To his great horror, she released her forehooves’ hold on him, signalling for a hard stop, something she had never done before. He quickly pulled out of her mouth as cold terror drenched him. ‘Oh god, please be alright, please be alright.’ He pleaded.

“R-Rooocky!” She gave a loud, passionate gasp. “I-I’m cumming!” She cried as her entire body rippled with the force of her orgasm. “Q-quick, i-in my flower, p-pleaaaase!” She pleaded urgently. With no time to change positions, she kicked her rearhooves up and over her head, spreading them wide apart as she bent her belly against her chest, curling her body into a perfect ‘U’. She lowered her pulsing pussy down to his nethers, offering it up to his cock. Her trembling forehooves reached up to spread her swollen petals apart to receive him. “H-hurry!” She squeaked as another wave of euphoria ran through her from muzzle to tail.

He was in uncharted territory, his numb brain still reeling from fear and concern. But Blossom’s pleas struck him with a more immediate worry as he realized her urgency; She wanted to try and finish together, something they had never had much success at.

He gathered himself and grasped her rearhooves tightly, helping her steady herself. He let his tip sink into her pulsing opening. He barely thrusted before her rippling love-canal tugged him into her moist embrace. If her mouth was hot, her pony pussy was almost scalding as it closed around him. Her normally tight nethers were made impossibly tight by her raging orgasm. He bucked hard, spearing her in two as he forced past her pulsating resistance. He saw the normally smooth mound of her pony belly swell visibly to accommodate its violent intruder. Thick, hot marecum aided his invasion, squirting out in torrents into her panting mouth below. She lapped up and swallowed the overflowing honey, eliciting a loud growl of approval from him.

“A-aaahn, please, h-hurry! Mnnhhh...T-take me! Make me your mare!” She pleaded in between her throes of ectasy.

Rocky could tell she was dragging out her orgasm, trying to last as long as she could for him. “Then...then keep giving yourself to me, Meepy!” He spurred her on with a feral growl as he began to pump into her, pushing deeper and deeper into her with each powerful thrust. He felt her pussy tighten around him with renewed vigour as a fresh orgasm wracked her body from his loving words alone. “Give me everything!” He barked, enticing a loud ecstatic moan from her.

His frantic piledriving finally hit home as he hilted into her. He was about to draw back when he felt something warm and moist tug at his testicles. He looked down and found Blossom suckling on his balls, her tongue licking at them with fresh fervour. The tight seal of her lips around his sacks trapped his already constricted cock inside her, limiting him to short swift strokes that would only jackhammer her innermost wall. Retreat was not an option at any rate; The tight ridges of muscle deep within her, designed to trap a stallion’s flare with an ursa-like grip, had already clamped down on him mercilessly. He thrust into her deepest depths, hammering his tip against her furiously spasming and leaking final barrier, tugging her rippling muscles with each stroke, pumping his testicles into her frantic tongue. She gave a loud, passionate moan around his balls. That did it. The pulse rushed through his testicles as he pushed as deep as he could into her body, unloading everything he had past her final barrier and into her deepest nethers. “Blossom!” He cried, feeling his thick, hot spurts paint her burning depths. Blossom gave a loud, passionate cry for him as he flooded her tight embrace with his fiery load. Her tight little pony body filled and filled with his hot seed until the pressure around his cock felt furiously unbearable. The tight seal of her pussy finally broke, releasing their combined love in rivulets around his deeply embedded cock.

He felt her release his sacks with a weary moan. She opened her mouth wide and dazedly stuck her tongue out to catch the love potion trickling out of her thoroughly-used cunny. She lapped it up eagerly, if sleepily. He felt his manhood twitch with a few more spurts at the saucy sight of her swallowing up hot cum straight out of her own love-pot.

He gave a long, low groan as he slowly pulled out against the stubborn tug of her spasming insides. With it came more of their honey mix, unloading straight into her waiting mouth. She craned her neck weakly, wrapping her tongue lovingly around his shaft as it emerged, licking every inch clean. As the tip finally emerged with a reluctant pop, she gave it a long, deep kiss, suckling on the last of his love.

He was quick to scoop her up and hold her tight, allowing her to curl up into a little ball against his chest. He gave her a long, deep kiss, one that she groggily but lovingly returned.

“W-we finished.” She whispered, weakly cupping a forehoof about his cheek, giving him the happiest, if exhausted, smile he had seen her wear in ages.

“Yeah, we did.” He planted a loving kiss on her forehead as he gently stroked her mane. “I love you so much, my little angel.”

“A-and I love you, m-my sweet prince.” She murmured, her sapphire eyes brimming with happy tears. “Thank you.” She whispered softly before trailing off into deep, even breathing.

He cradled her sleeping form for a while, rocking her back and forth. His heart felt full, far too full for words. It was overflowing with love, love for the wonderful guardian angel who had kept him alive through his years stranded on Equestria, love for the brave selfless mare who followed him into an alien world to build a new life with him, love for the sweet soul who gave him his only reason for being.

He sighed as he fought down a new erection. ‘Not without Blossom, never without Blossom, these belong to Blossom and only Blossom’, he had promised himself. It was a stupid, sappy little promise, but one he kept true to. No, his little show of arousal didn’t mean he was in any way left unsatisfied, he adamantly convinced himself. His poor little Meepy had fought to last long enough to allow them to become one together, a rare achievement. And it was not for lack of trying. No matter how hard they tried together their attempts at intercourse would always end with her climaxing within moments before swiftly drifting off to sleep. And despite her insistence, he refuses to carry on without her.

It was just simple pony biology; Whoever designed pony mares had world sprinting champions in mind, not endurance runners. As a result their sex life has thus far been reduced to a ritualised turn-taking affair. Not that he doesn’t enjoy slowly and tortuously pushing her buttons. And she certainly enjoys giving him wingjobs and hoofjobs and most definitely takes pleasure from their throat-rutting, often going as far as climaxing from that alone. But the two had longed for the chance to actually mate and be one. Well, outside of her heats at least, that one time of the year during which the normally timid Blossom would transform into a little pony sex demon.

So it was no exaggeration to say that tonight was the holy grail they had long sought together. As he gently set her down in the middle of a pile of comfy pillows, he went over what they did. As he got up and dressed himself with a bathrobe he realized the key would be in what they did differently from their usual routine. He pondered hard, searching his memories of their turbulent romp for the answer as he moistened a clean towel in the bathroom. He picked up a notepad and pencil on the way back and penciled in his notes.

Threatening to eat her?
Chasing?
Nibbling on hooves?
Wine?
Upside down sex? (Secretly a bat pony?)
Wing flapping?
Bending over?
Constricting her clit?
Feeding her cum?
Testicle-play?

He frowned at the list, realizing it made him seem like a rather sick fetishist. But somewhere in there was the answer to helping Blossom. All he had to do was find out which one. He sighed as he set the list aside and began cleaning up Blossom’s face and fur with the warm towel, earning him a few contented hums from her.

Where would he start? And how?

How he wished there was an alicorn princess of sex he could just go ask.