Movie Night

by AJ Aficionado

Roseluck laid across the sofa in front of her flatscreen TV, her attention alternating between the DVD case in her front hooves and the news program being shown on the screen. Having completed the telephone grid, Equestria moved quickly in establishing broadcast television in the space of two short years. The yellow-coated, two-toned pink and red-maned earth pony mare took a sip of lemonade from her glass with a straw, as she read the description on the box cover, occasionally glancing towards the front door, nervously. She wouldn’t be in possession of such controversial material at all if not for Lyra.

Lyra… how many bizarre notions has that mare put into my head over the years? The cover bore the image of a radical-looking mare — at least in the small-town filly's eyes — named Terra Foliata. Her mane was jet black and topped with a stocking cap; she wore a black leather jacket over her khaki-colored fur coat. Topping off her eccentric image, were two large, shiny black earrings. Roseluck had never seen anypony dressed so exotically in her life, almost as if she’d been living on Earth for much of her life.

Which she had, Roseluck had come to learn from her human-loving unicorn friend.

Ignoring the growing heat between her hind legs, Roseluck’s ears perked up at the trumpeting tone that preceded the start of her favorite news segment.

“Today in international news: the scourge of shippers. Watch your flanks, everypony!” The mare behind the desk grinned obscenely, clearly trying to hold it together without bursting into a fit of uncontrollable laughter. “Workponies at the Stalliongrad Trans-Dimensional Port hub, inside a warehouse near portal five, discovered humans who made it through the portal by shutting themselves inside of crates — if you can believe it! They were discovered unharmed, but much the worse for wear having gotten sick after being subjected to the same distorting effects which occur through legal entry ports.

“After being cleaned up, the three human men, aged nineteen through twenty-two, were taken into custody having given up without resistance to port security. Night Watch, Chief of Security at the bustling port, informed Channel Four News that the three ‘shippers’ as he referred to them, were not carrying weapons and not deemed to be a threat. He also informed us that existing company procedures were sufficient in detecting and detaining the intruders and that they did not pose a danger to the facility. The three will be deported back to their home countries.”

This all comes as humanity’s regulatory body on international trade, the World Trade Organization, agreed to expand its jurisdiction to include interdimensional trade between our two worlds, despite concerns from anti-globalists.” The attractive tan-coated, blonde-maned newsmare announced neutrally, a backdrop of the Manehatten skyline in the background behind her desk. Beside her sat another pony, a dark-brown stallion with a slicked back black mane wearing a suit and tie over his front two legs. “Equestrian traders welcome the move as competition will drive down the cost of imported goods, but traditionalists point out the increased trade will require greater numbers of trade portals to be constructed, in addition to the hoof-full currently in use, increasing the odds of illegal immigration or even hostile invasion.”

The dark-brown coated stallion next to her chuckled. “Does this mean we’ll have to check all our shipping crates for humans then?”

“The poor dears will be hungry, and I can only imagine they’ll need to use the bathroom.” The newsmare grinned wryly.

Roseluck snorted, nearly spraying lemonade out of her nose, as she suddenly had a mental image of Richard pouncing at her from inside an opened shipping crate.

“Princess Celestia was asked to comment on how these risks would be addressed to which she replied, “Existing magical countermeasures will be more than enough to ensure detection of the illegals, and that all undocumented shippers will be returned to sender.” The stallion rapped his notes on the glass desktop, smiling, “I can’t help but wonder how many mares will be willing to pay for shipping and handling on a box of man!”

“More than you know, Prime Time!” the anchormare replied heartily, “And now for the weather…”

Roseluck turned her attention away from the mare on the screen as the door to the apartment opened, revealing a tall, blonde and muscular man carrying a sackful of groceries. As he turned to lock the door, Roseluck stuffed the DVD under the couch; now was not the time to be springing that on him. “Hey, Richard! Ready to watch the Cloudsdale Twisters get crushed?”

Richard walked over to the yellow mare, giving her a peck on the muzzle. Placing the sack on the kitchen table, he hung up his jacket to start sorting out what he’d bought. “Am I ever! Though you know how it is with those two…”

“No matter how bad a year they’re having, they always play good against one another.” Roseluck responded politely, finishing the well-worn trope about the Baltimare/Cloudsdale rivalry.

“It’s like the playoffs whenever those two get together.” Richard poured the entire contents of a tortilla chip bag into a large bowl, placed it on a tray with two smaller bowls of queso, and set it down on the table in front of the sofa. “Too bad Stormblåst doesn’t want to watch the game with us.” The ex-gentleman sighed, thinking of his adopted pegasus son from Caleponia. “It’s because I’m not cool enough, isn’t it?”

Roseluck reflected guiltily on the fact that much of her life had consisted of getting other ponies out of the house for the purpose of getting laid, having set it up so their son would be spending the night with Lily and Daisy. It wasn’t that she could really blame Richard for it, though, given how hard the two of them were working, and then there was their adopted son. This is just what getting old means, I guess, Roseluck thought to herself more than once over the last year. “Being an adult is never cool. But, you shouldn’t worry too much; he’s been wanting to spend more time with his little fillyfriend, Calluna, anyway.”

Richard shook his head, sitting down next to Roseluck in front of the television, looking slightly up at her from his seated position. “Sometimes, I wonder if Equestria is a little bit too cool about sex.”

Roseluck laughed out loud, hooking a foreleg around her lover’s middle. “You should talk, Monster!” Noticing the teasing hadn’t filled her mate with much confidence over the matter, she switched tack. “Don’t worry, I’m sure Lily and Goldie will keep an eye on the two of them. It can’t be avoided, though. Eventually, he’s going to do what comes naturally to all ponies and… given how close they are, it will probably be the two of them.”

“I just don’t want my boy to get attached too soon. Besides, can you imagine how weird it will be between us and Lily and Goldie with our foals sleeping together.” Richard turned the hoofball game on with his remote control and took a bite of tortilla chip. “I know Lily has got to be freaking out…”

Roseluck winked back at him and helped herself to the chips as well. “As usual. And she’s in good company. Come on, Richard, buck up! It’s just a little banging. You two can watch the next game together.”

“Okay, Cloud Kicker!” Richard smiled and gave his wife’s ear a gentle flick.

“Prude!” Roseluck replied in mock offense.

“Guilty as charged.” Richard’s face went serious.

“Aww!” Roseluck gave him a sympathetic nuzzle. “I didn’t mean anything bad by it. I guess… I’m just happy for him to have a fillyfriend, even if it probably won’t be his last.”

Richard’s face brightened. “Yeah, I know; ponies do love to shop around... much like myself back in the day. It’s just a serious step in a young man’s, er, colt’s life to learn of the perils and delights of the opposite sex. I worry about the little guy growing attached too soon...” Richard searched about for the proper expression, “... after his first time out of the gate.”

“You’re so adorable, Richard!”

Richard straightened the collar of his t-shirt and drew himself up so that their eyes met. “Yes, I am!” he confirmed, placing his hands on both sides of her neck, gently massaging it with his fingers as he kissed the length of her muzzle — each kiss eliciting a needy moan.

I might not need the movie after all! Roseluck thought hopefully, just thankful that she might not have to resort to such drastic measures to break their lovemaking drought.

She’d have no such luck as the game started behind them, ruining the moment. Denied but no less determined to get tucked in, Roseluck allowed her husband’s attention to be taken over by the action on-screen.

Roseluck lay across her husband’s legs, accepting nachos from Richard’s hand while drinking bottles of Sparkle Cola as a consolation prize as the two of them watched the game. Though the two teams sparred fiercely, and the outcome came down to a single drive in the fourth quarter with a successful offensive drive by the Twisters, Roseluck’s heart just wasn’t into it. Waiting patiently for the game to end, she plotted and schemed, rubbing her hooves together whenever her unwitting companion was distracted. I’ve never lost before, Richard, and I’m not about to lose now!

*****

After clearing up the chip bags and empty soda bottles that littered the coffee table, Richard rang the flower shop to check up on Storm and was relieved to find out that his son hadn’t rutted anypony yet. At least the pair of them hadn’t strayed from Lily’s watchful eye — “Give it time!” Roseluck teased, provoking an eye roll from Richard — After categorically forbidding his adopted son from doing anything ‘crazy’ until the two of them had a talk about it, to which Roseluck rolled her eyes, the rose-colored mare picked up the phone herself to wish him goodnight. “I love you, Sweetheart. Bye bye!”

Richard stretched his limbs and breathed a sigh of relief. “That was close!”

“See? Nothing to worry about. Our son has more forbearance than I did when I was younger!” Roseluck managed to say without allowing disappointment to escape into her voice. The moment she’d waited all evening for was finally at hoof; she withdrew the DVD case from its hiding spot. “Before you start working out, you want to take a look at this? I borrowed it from Lyra.”

Richard made a face, noting the DVD case suctioned to her hoof. “It’s not Lord of The Rings is it? I must have seen it a hundred times back on Earth…”

Roseluck waved a dismissive hoof. “Naaah. Something better than that! Take a look…”

Richard’s eyes opened wide in shock when he saw the lurid color illustration on the case and read the title: Fertility. “This… is a thing that exists?”

“First of its kind, if I understand correctly,” Roseluck replied, delighting in his surprise. “A professional studio-made product of California, U.S.A. Looks like our two races really are growing closer together.”

“By the looks of this cover, this… Terra Foliata has been living there for quite some time. I’ve never seen a mare go so completely native on Earth! It’s like she’s lived there her entire life…”

“According to her bio, she was one of the first ponies to cross the dimensional rift. I see she had the right idea about what to do when she got there!” Roseluck gave Richard a gentle slap on the rear with a sweep of her tail.

“Take it from one of the merciless equine overlords to know talent when she sees it! ” Richard joked with a good-natured smile, his eyes scanning the back of the DVD box. “I’ll give it a watch... if you’re cool with it. I’ll be honest, I’ve never actually watched porn with another woman before — or mare for that matter.”

Victory is at hoof! Trying not to dance with joy, she looked up at her husband expectantly. “I’m as curious as you look. Let’s do this!” Without further delay, Roseluck placed the disc in the tray with her astonishingly dextrous hoof and then climbed back on the couch.

As Richard maneuvered his way through the options in the main menu, he realized Roseluck wasn’t mistaken about the quality of the production. Just like the big-budget movies, everything was broken down by chapter and had a number of bonus features including an interview with the mare leading lady. And rather than being a single story, it was a compilation of short stories each featuring the main character, each more provocative than the last. “They sure put a lot of money into this thing. It has actual stories and everything. It’s like Debbie Does Dallas… with a pony in it. And… science!”

Roseluck looked over his head, forehooves balanced on his shoulders as she stood on the sofa, growing increasingly impatient, deciding she’d ask about Debbie Does Dallas later. “Quit faffing, Richard! Play it. Play it!” she implored him, using a term she’d picked up from Linky.

Her use of the term was not lost on Richard, who gave her a quirky grin. “The United Kingdom called, they said they want their slang back!”

Roseluck began to jump up and down. “Come on come on come ooon!”

“Alright already! Jeez! Take it away, Terra.” Placing the remote down on the armrest after a single click, the two laid on the couch together, spooned, Richard’s arms wrapped around his mare as the movie began to play.

The camera panned over the inside of what looked like a cross between a doctor’s and a veterinarian’s office: comfortable and clean, but more easily accessible to a quadruped. Along the wall opposite the door stood a desk containing drawers full of the usual syringes, gauze, and tape, topped by a computer. The center of the room was dominated by a comfortable-looking padded table upon which rested the star of the movie, Terra Foliata, her trademarked garb hanging from a stand behind — aside from a silver crucifix she wore around her neck. Terra looked uneasy, pawing nervously and shifting her body on the Naugahyde-coated mattress, occasionally looking over at a wooden door to her right.

After a moment, the door opened to reveal a tall, athletically trim Asian man wearing a lab coat and carrying a clipboard.

“Something tells me he isn’t really here for the science,” Roseluck said, slowly and skeptically, noting the impressive bulge in his trousers not commonly associated with great healers.

Richard paused the movie. “Now that’s not fair! He could be a valedictorian for all we know. Magna Cum Lot!”

Roseluck groaned in sheer agony, clutching the sides of her head. “Richard, that was terrible! TERRIBLE!! Please... don’t quit your day job!”

“Wouldn’t think of it, my dear,” Richard replied casually.

“Why am I into you again?”

“Because of my day job,” Richard whispered in her ear, adding a sensual nibble to its elongated tip as he drew a finger across the center of her belly.

Roseluck barely managed to suppress an aroused squeal. She had to concede that his former ‘day’ job as Gentleman went a long way in bringing the two together. “P-point taken!”

Satisfied, Richard turned the movie back on…

“Miss Foliata, thank you for waiting so patiently. We here at the San Palomino research lab have appreciated you taking the time to help us with our research into earth pony magic.”

The raven-maned mare gave the man a sultry look, having seen the same bulge that Roseluck had. “Doctor Ushijima, it’s no trouble at all. I’m here to help any way I can.”

The look hadn’t gone unnoticed by the Doctor, whose eyes began to drift from her own and to the cutie mark on her curvaceous flank, a strange symbol he could not recognize; a rather ornate upside-down letter ‘A’. Adjusting his collar like he was getting hot under it, he soldiered on. “And we greatly appreciate any help we can get. From what we’ve seen, the ponies of your subspecies have fertility properties that can only be described as miraculous! We’ve been told by your leaders that your fecundity level is among the strongest in Equestria. However, you’ve been living for quite some time in our world, cut off from your world’s magic. From what we’ve been able to gather from self-reporting, unicorns and pegasi have both experienced reductions in their magical abilities in our dimension. Would it be safe to say that you are experiencing the same drop in magical ability?”

Terra’s ears drooped as she nodded sadly. “Yes.”

The doctor rested a comforting hand on her back; he marveled at how soft and fine the coat was, having been expecting the more coarse fur of an animal. Terra smiled back at him, his brown eyes meeting her own large purple orbs, which were tinted with a hungry gleam. Having lost himself in her presence, absentmindedly running his right hand over her sturdy back, he regained his senses and continued speaking. “What we intend to do today is measure your abilities according to three different measurements: plant growth, strength, and stamina, and compare your results with the average for earth ponies living in your realm.”

“I trust you’ll find my stamina to be far greater than average… Doctor.” The camera quickly switched to behind Terra as she stood up atop the mattress to stretch, her tail lifted high in the air, her winking marehood and large teats exposed for all to see…

“I...I don’t believe this!” Roseluck interrupted, angrily.

“Huh? What’s wrong, Rose?” Richard asked, pulling himself away from the sight of equine goodies.

“That mare… she actually has a nicer rump than mine... that’s not possible!”

“Rose, Rose, Rose… don’t take it so personally. I’ll tell you what, if you don’t hold the fact that some guys in porn have a bigger dick than I do, we can call ourselves even.”

Roseluck giggled. “You mean a bigger Richard?”

“Whoa there, little lady. No one has a bigger Richard than Dick!” The former-gentleman thumped his chest proudly before wrapping his arms back around his mate.

“You got that right,” Roseluck muttered sarcastically.

Richard gave her belly a gentle scratch and kissed the back of her ear. “Stick and stones, my dear…”

Roseluck gave a contented sigh, snuggling up closer to her man.

The film went into a montage, efficiently summarizing the next half hour or so. Doctor Ushijima scribbled down notes as he watched Terra try to make a daisy grow from a pot of seeds. She did so successfully, though after far longer than hoped.

“Kinda nice to see CGI 'movie magic' replaced by real magic for a change!” Richard interjected.

Her first test completed, she was then asked to haul heavy loads around an outdoor track at a trot. Occasionally, she would stop and more weights would be added to her cart by other staff members at the laboratory, and in short order, she was hot and sweaty. The shameless cameraman focused on her lovely backside, the casual way with which the pony actress exposed herself to all present, and her strangely alluring quadrupedal locomotion.

At the end of the montage, the two found themselves alone in the same office where they’d met, Terra resting atop the same mattress as before. After giving his notes a once over, Ushijima looked into Terra’s eyes, unable to hide his disappointment. “I’m afraid, Miss Foliata, that your innate magic has degraded to well below that of an average Equestrian pony — sixty percent in terms of fecundity and twenty percent by strength. I’m afraid there is simply no way we’ll be able to use earth ponies to grow food in large enough quantities to be economical.”

Terra bowed her head and ears. “All I wanted to do when I came here was to help out my new friends. Is there nothing that I can offer to the people of Earth?”

The Doctor placed a reassuring hand on her back, prompting her to look into his eyes. “If you’re worried about us sending you back to Equestria, you have nothing to fear. While we may not currently be able to find a use for your remarkable abilities, perhaps we might one day be able to bring your magic to our world.” He drew his hand upward to her head, morbidly curious about the feel of her mane. “Forgive me, do you…”

“Not at all, dear Doctor,” Terra replied sweetly. “It’s only natural for you to be as curious about me... as I am about you.”

“Well if it’s no bother…” Inhibitions failing, he set his clipboard down, running both hands over her back and through her luscious black mane as she cooed softly; her fur was every bit as soft and well-cared for as the hair on a woman’s head.

“You’re very good with your... hands, Doctor.” Terra purred seductively. “But there is still more of me to be discovered —” The beautiful mare rolled over onto her back, her tail askew. “— if you’re ready.”

The camera now had a clear shot of all she had to offer. The doctor’s eyes immediately focused on her teats, the nipples already swelled with arousal. “There is still the matter of that third test isn’t there?” Ushijima asked, a mischievous smile playing across the man’s face.

“I’m ready when you are.” Terra all but growled, her huge eyes blazing.

Without hesitation and with a single hand, he ripped off his lab coat revealing a well-muscled chest…

“Ahwooo!” Roseluck howled, clopping her forehooves together with unbridled enthusiasm. Behind her, she felt Richard shifting about. “You alright back there, Monster?”

“Yep!” Richard replied cheerfully, pitching the last article of clothing he was wearing over the back of the sofa. “You sound like you’re enjoying yourself!”

“Am I ever!”

Having removed his pants, Doctor Ushijima launched himself atop the mattress. Below him, he felt her back legs lift up, preparing for the plunge. Having clamored on top of her, he supported her hind legs with his hands. “I’m told you ponies enjoy unwrapping us.”

“You’ve certainly done your research, Doctor,” Terra replied with a knowing smile.

The camera switched to a side view of his tented trousers which Terra helpfully removed with a lightly shaking hoof. Switching again to the side and rear the camera zoomed in on her face. Opening her mouth slightly, she gave his fully erect shaft a loving lick, starting from the base to the tip, licking up the precum with a flick of her long, equine tongue. “Couldn’t resist!”

Bracing himself with his elbows, he positioned his belly against hers. Looking straight into her eyes, he drove himself to the hilt inside her, reveling in the heat and wetness of Terra’s churning walls as Terra’s blissful cry rang out inside the office...

Roseluck squealed as she felt Richard’s erect shaft glide across the petals of her mare flower.

“Quite an interactive experience, isn’t it?” he growled huskily into her flower ear before nibbling and kissing it.

“O-oh, Richard! Y-yes it is!”

Buried to the hilt within his subject, he kissed her sloppily before withdrawing himself. “That was just a temperature check!” The doctor joked, “Now we shall see how much better than average your stamina really is!” He grinned, his pointed teeth on full display to her.

Terra shuddered as a small wave of fear washed over her, but it lasted only a moment before lust regained its grip on her heart. She grinned back at him and winked. “Try me!”

Wrapping his arms around her hind legs, he pistoned himself inside of her repeatedly, occasionally nipping at her ears as her ebullient maresong spurred him on. Sensing his impending climax, he bit down on the nape of her neck, causing her to climax immediately. After riding out wave after wave of orgasms, the two slowly separated with a wet pop.

“You’re quite good for a human, but it will take a lot more than that to satisfy me!” Terra said in a haughty tone.

“Then perhaps you’ll consent to a further day of testing?” Ushijima began kissing the length of her neck.

“Yes!” Terra nodded eagerly.

“Or a couple of days?” the doctor continued his progress up her neck.

“Yes! Yes!” She nodded more eagerly still.

“Maybe even an entire week!”

“Celestia, YES!”

Throughout the action taking place on screen, Richard teased her wife’s marehood with one hand and her belly with the other, the stimulation nearly driving the earth pony insane with desire. Having pushed her to the limits he knew better than any other man, Richard pressed his manhood up against her already-hot and dripping entrance. “Roseluck, you are the most magnificent of creatures to walk the earth, in this dimension or any other; and I won’t ever —” he popped the head of his phallus into her inviting depths, provoking a needy whine from his beloved “— ever let you forget it!”

“I love you too, monster!” Roseluck shivered as his hand brushed against her swollen teats, tweaking both of her nipples in turn. “If we hurry up, I think we can catch up with Terra and the doctor!”

“Hang on, Rose!” The former Gentleman thrust himself inside, pressing up and in to maximize stimulation, all while maintaining his grip around her middle and giving her teats continued attention. Humanity may not have evolved to have sex with ponies, but his training with Gentleman For Mares had proved that they were far from incompatible. Pacing himself for the long haul, he slowed his pace, allowing his stamina and powerful thrusts to carry the load. Her marehood was soon clenching tightly around his shaft, milking him greedily for his seed as her breathing grew increasingly ragged.

Part of Roseluck resented the fact that he was doing all the work. Noble and sacrificial: such are the virtues of men as she’d come to understand them in the bedroom. As she approached climax, however, she closed her eyes and gave herself over to his strength and the nimble manipulations of his flexible fingers upon her needy frame.

Timing his progress by the pitch and urgency of his lover’s moaning, he withdrew his manhood with a loving stroke across her clitoris.

“Ahhh!” Roseluck’s entire body shook, a wail of destiny fulfilled pierced the air, reverberating off the walls as she came hard enough to make her eyes cross. Daring not to think about the condition of the furniture, her multiple orgasms soaked her lover’s groin in thick gouts of cum — his hands acting all the while to continue the chain. Gathering her senses, it occurred to her that the fire in her nethers still burned unabated. She gave a frustrated whinny and tossed her head back, mussing her mane. “R-Richard… why did you stop?”

Richard smiled, his right hand moving from her teats up to her tail which he stroked from back to front, before giving it a gentle tug, eliciting a delighted squeal from his mate. “Because you have not been properly broken!” He cackled, echoing his words to her at the very first meeting years earlier when he was but a Gentleman and her a mere client.

Already driven half-mad by need, she felt the insanity and overwhelming arousal of that night grip her once more. She was restrained; powerless. A defenseless mare in the grip of a hunter from beyond Luna’s Stars... a demon from another dimension come to claim her for a prize…

A prize she was only too willing to give him, even if she would at least briefly pretend otherwise. “Feel free to try, but I’ll always have the strength to resist!” Roseluck growled, grinning wickedly as her heart began to beat a conga in her chest.

“That’s why you’re my finest prey, little pony!” Richard pressed the head of his manhood up against the smaller hole beneath her tale, causing her to shiver with anticipation in another throwback to their very first night together. Coated in his mare’s fragrant nectar, and the pair now long-practiced in the act, he fit the lubed tip of his phallus slip inside of her with ease.

Roseluck whinnied loudly, as she felt him enter. While most mares would have no part of such ‘unnatural’ practices, she considered it a high honor to be so lusted after by a man, so crazed by the sight of her, that he would perform such a taboo act. It didn’t hurt that she loved the pleasure and pain in equal measures such actions would bring; having both her holes pleasured at once by fingers and phallus.

Richard broke her body in slowly. Breathing deeply, and forcing his mind elsewhere, he ignored the hot, vice-like grip of her backside clamping down on him as he gently worked inside of her. Stopping to place his hand on her cutie mark, brushing the identically colored hairs which formed the rose-shaped pattern on her flank; he thanked God, Celestia or whomever it may have concerned for meeting a mare as crazy as him.

Roseluck grunted gently as he made his first thrust, breaking out into a sweat almost instantly after he began. Running on instinct, she’d felt a crushing wave of terror at the first pang of discomfort, and whimpered loudly as he thrust himself into her. As she overcame her initial fear, a wave of euphoria quickly took its place. “Enough practice!”

“I agree!” Richard grunted as he began to thrust into her in earnest.

Her throat felt as if it would tear open from the scream as he drove himself to the hilt, locked inside of her depths for what might have been a thousand years. “YES!”

Roseluck's every nerve was on fire, her entire body overloaded with sensation. The echoes of pain were still there, and part of her mind was nearing survival mode. But the rest of it was flooded with an almost feral need for still more. "Aahn! Yes!"

She grit her teeth braced her forehooves and pushed back as hard as she could. She roared like a caged animal as he met her thrust with one of his own, then another, and another still.

Overwhelmed by the surging tide of erotic pleasure, she felt herself barreling inexorably toward climax. She gave her lover a sharp whinny, signaling for him to finish her off — and himself as well.

To ensure that the two of them came together, Richard added stimulation to her neck and teats with his hands as he nipped at her ears. Taking one last shuddering breath, he finally came inside of her, freeing himself of the tension between them with a satisfied roar.

The sound of his pleasure, the pride of another successful hunt, carried Roseluck over the edge, sending jets of molten marecum directly onto her lover’s balls.

Cuddled up together in post-coital bliss with her man still inside her, Roseluck finally spoke up, breaking the moment with a giddy laugh. “I hope the old couch can withstand another cleansing before we have to apply the Lily Valley technique and set it ablaze.”

“Rose, you’re completely insane… and so am I. Never, ever change.”

The two shared a laugh as the long-forgotten television displayed the main menu’s introduction track, a snippet of scenes from each of the short stories in a loop, the chapter having concluded. The Doctor and the Mare might very well have gone on to living together in the suburbs, but both of them had missed the ending.

Having cleaned up the couch, and then enjoyed another round of fun in the shower, the two finally climbed into bed. “I really appreciate what you did for me last night, Richard. I wasn’t expecting you to rut me under the tail right then and there on the couch! It felt like old times.”

“To be fair, Rose, rutting you under the tail is a definite win for me too!” Richard said awkwardly as if expecting someone unseen inside the room to interrogate him on his preference. “I do find myself confused when you don’t kick the crap out of me for doing it, I must admit.”

“Those other mares don’t know what they’re missing,” Roseluck replied dismissively with a wave of her hoof. “But enough about prudish pony sensibilities; since you did all the work last night, I want to do something really special for you next time.”

Richard looked confused. “What did you have in mind? We already do pony style twice a week.”

Roseluck gave an exasperated sigh, frustrated with Richard’s more… servient tendencies when it came to sex: a habit developed from years of service to Equestria’s mares as an escort. “I want you to think of something I can do for you to make things more interesting; something that doesn’t involve you doing all the hard work.”

“Oh jeez.” Richard slapped the back of his head. “Okay, I’m a dope. You want to do something for me. Sorry, I guess it’s the Gentleman thing kicking in again…”

“I understand, Richard.” Roseluck gave his face a reassuring nuzzle. “As much as I enjoy having an experienced lover for a husband, I feel sorry about what that job did to you.”

“Oh, don’t feel sorry on my account. I’m fine! I guess I just haven’t thought about sex that way in a while.”

“Then tell me Richard —” Roseluck threw the blanket that had been covering them off her and rolled onto her back, putting herself on full display—“ when you think about me, what is it that you really want?”

“All of it!” Richard said automatically.

“Naturally,” she replied haughtily, “but I think you’re overlooking something. Something… specific.”

“Alright, I’m game.” Richard adjusted to kneeling to get a better look at Roseluck. His eyes were drawn to the cutie mark on her thigh as most humans. It was impossible not to, given how alien and strange having such a mark is to the earth-dwelling humans. That wasn’t it though — too obvious, he thought.

His eyes moved due south until they reached her rump, supple yet firm from the physical aspect of her work as a florist, and enhanced with innate earth pony magic. If he’d been asked what his favorite part of Roseluck’s form was by a not-so-innocent questioner, he’d absolutely chose her rump. Truly, it was inspired by the might of Demeter and the beauty of Aphrodite as an example of perfection by which the mortals should measure up to. This option too, Richard rejected; Roseluck had presented him with a riddle and wasn’t going to be satisfied with the most obvious of answers.

As his wife smiled at him, he let his hands roam free over her equine form, trying to experience it for the first time after so many experiences had jaded him to it. As his hands found her teats, her smile grew even wider.

Roseluck gave a knowing nod, her eyes shining with equine empathy. “That’s it, isn’t it?”

Richard felt an inexplicable wave of shame hit him. “Well, I…” Richard sighed, embarrassed by his reaction. “When I look at you, I see… a person. One who is like me in all the ways that it counts: eyes, ears, nose, ass, that sort of thing…”

Roseluck remained silent, looking at him with compassion.

Richard looked down at the blanket, unable to meet her gaze. “When I see your teats, I am reminded of how you are different. Women do not have breasts that look like yours, other animals do.”

“I see…” Roseluck studied her mate’s reaction, understanding and empathizing with his struggle, even if she couldn’t replicate that emotion within herself. Ponies had long been used to the idea of interracial coupling with the other intelligent races of Equestria, even if certain pairings had been considered taboo. Humans, on the other hoof, being the only sentient species of their world, saw all others as beasts. Even if Roseluck knew in her heart that Richard was no bigot, she knew his reaction to her animal bits would be difficult to shake. “And yet you’re curious about them. I notice how you like to play around with mine! I think it’s really sweet and… very unique for a stallion.” Roseluck winced slightly. “Mostly, it’s other mares that have a thing for teats.”

Richard stoically refused to mention Lily Valley, or The Discord Affair, contenting himself with a head scratch. “About that…”

Roseluck rolled back onto her belly, assuming a more dignified position. “You’ll feel better once it’s all out. Trust me, I know.”

“Indeed you do,” Richard said with a smile, regarding his mare with respect for her strength of character. “I was introduced to ponies a good six months before I came to Equestria as a tourist, in that brief, shining window after cross-dimensional travel was limited to dignitaries and government officials, and before the Equestrian government began to impose limitations on immigration after the… ‘protests’.” Richard rolled his eyes, “I was watching the news coverage of first contact, like everyone else in the world was. Princess Celestia and Princess Luna were standing there, like something out of science fiction, talking about peaceful motivations and the potential to learn from one another.

Richard took a deep, steadying breath and looked his wife of two years squarely in the eyes. “And me? As I was looking Celestia over, I noticed how attractive she was — in that older, distinguished, stately woman sort of way — and yet my eyes kept being drawn back to her massive teats! And then I suddenly imagined myself fondling them! Or worse, putting little Richard between them and giving them a good fuck! And it only got worse from there. I saw myself kissing her, then laying her on her back and suckling them for all their worth!” he visibly shivered at the memory, his voice going shaky for a moment.

“I swear I just about came in my pants. So there I was watching the television with two of my drinking buddies and getting this uncontrollable raging hard-on at the thought of groping and screwing this alien pony princess and it nearly drove me mad. My brain just couldn’t resolve the conflict between what I was seeing and where my thoughts were going… that I somehow wanted this horse-like creature far worse than I’d ever wanted a human woman.”

Must… resist … laughter. Roseluck chuckled, patted Richard’s back, consolingly. “I’m sorry; I’m not laughing at you but at your circumstance. If it makes you feel any better, I’d lay odds you’re not the only human to have that reaction to her. In fact, I’m almost willing to bet that Celestia did that deliberately as a prank when she heard about human nudity taboos. It’s funny how I’ve never really looked at Celestia that way before. To me, she kind of transcends such trivial mortal standards such as beauty. To me, she is the very essence of light and life. Really goes to show you how perception works between our two species.”

“Yeah, it’s been educational.” Richard nodded. “All I could think of at the time was what my friends and family would think of me ogling or fantasizing about a creature that looked like a horse. Hell, I didn’t even have to imagine what they’d call me. I had a Drill Instructor that actually called people he didn't like, ‘horsefuckers’.”

“Can only imagine what he’s thinking now!” Roseluck smiled coyly as she rolled back over onto her back, giving her tail a teasing flick over her lover’s muscled abs. “So this is what you like, is it? Well, I’m not about to judge. I love the feeling of your pointy teeth against my flesh and I don’t care why they are the way they are; I like the feeling of being rutted under the tail by a dominating male; and most of all, I love the fact that despite your natural resistance to sex outside your species, you love me as a mare. Now… when you look at these—” she gave her teats a shake “— what would you rather be thinking about?”

In response, Richard positioned himself over her lightly-coated teats, kissing the tip of each nipple before taking her into his mouth, suckling her greedily.

“There’s a good monster!” Roseluck cooed gently. “And getting back to that ‘something special’ I mentioned earlier… how you like for me to feed you next time? With a little bit of magical help…”

Looking up ecstatically, he kissed her deeply, her tongue sliding against the jagged tips of his incisors.

“I’ll take that as a yes!”

Author's Note

It's been too long, my lovelies! Terra Foliata is not an OC of my making. I'm unsure as to whom credit is owed for this OC, or what her name means, or even what her cutie mark is intended to convey. Anyone who knows who claims the artistic license to this OC, please let me know in the comments so that person can receive the honors. Given no one has done so yet, I can only assume she's been created and depicted by anonymous artists who didn't want to get doxed over MLP smut. Fair enough, guy.

Update 12/24/2015: Apparently the name Terra Foliata means "ground nest created by a burrowing animal." That... is not even remotely sexy, but thanks to Twilight Adept for the information regardless.

Credit to Firesight as always for the editing and to my proofreader Denim_Blue.

Update 1/10/2016: Grand_Moff_Pony contributed some late, but no less welcome, additions to the story. Thanks for your help and I'll try to keep mobile devices in mind when I'm writing. Damn millennials and their fancy technology!

I'll be using a PC until I die.

5/23/2018 Grammarly edit complete. This story isn't as bad off as FG and AGP were, that's for sure.

3/18/2019 I gave it a read and enjoyed it more than I usually enjoy reading my own stuff. I usually feel very self-conscious and paranoid. Edits added.