Wind rattled loose hinges and cold nipped at any warmth she could find in Alexandria. Snow pattered softly, collecting on the shelter rooftops. Electricity was still a luxury and despite their newfound fur coats, ponies were not completely immune to the elements. For ponies without the fortune of finding houses with a wooden stove or fireplace, huddling with one another was the only solace.
If you were ask her several months back, Alex never would have been caught alive cuddling under a woolen blanket with a stallion. Then again, she never would have admit to being a pony in the first place. Now, Alex conceded it was acceptable— If she felt particularly generous she might even admit she enjoyed the way Oliver's warm fur caressed against her own.
Over the months, Alex and Oliver’s relationship had grown— Though one would be hard-pressed to measure the difference at the pace the two of them were moving. Alex certainly had taken the initiative and caught Oliver off-guard when she asked him for a date right from her hospital bed, but little had progressed since. Despite Cloudy Skies’ eager assistance (or perhaps, in spite of it), the two of them quietly made time in their busy schedules and slowly grew closer together.
Though at this very moment, Alex wondered if they were growing closer— It was difficult to tell.
It wasn’t to say that Oliver was doing anything wrong, quite the contrary. He was always the consummate gentlecolt. He opened doors for her, always made sure she was comfortable… treated her like a child. And therein lay the problem.
Somewhere and somehow along the way, Alex had been downgraded from “potential mate” to “child patient to be fussed over". She wasn’t some glass figurine that would break at a moment’s notice! She didn’t want to be treated any differently, and she certainly didn’t want to be looked at in that way… No, being looked at in that way was the problem, she did want to be looked at that way— Just not this way.
So Alex did the only thing she knew how to do in these sort of situations. She acted.
She felt awkward at first— this was her first romantic relationship after all, nevermind the fact that this was also her first relationship as a pony. She found excuses to rub against Oliver while walking. Opportunities to nuzzle him. Her lips occasional brushed against him by "mistake".
For weeks their relationship remained in this static state; Alex trying her very hardest to get closer and Oliver back-pedaling equally hard to remain an aloof distance away. It seemed their first kiss (initiated by a red face and very embarrassed Alex just a few months ago), was going to be as close to any official “consummation” Alex was going to get. At least those had become a somewhat regular occurrence since.
Today however, was the perfect excuse to spend the entire day together. the two of them were snowed in and no one, not even Cloudy Skies, could interrupt them. If Oliver wasn’t willing to initiate anything in their relationship— she would.
Alex settled down into the nook between his forelegs and nuzzled his chest, her tail brushing against his inner thighs. Oliver shifted from the sensation, but didn’t make any further motions. She turned around to face him.
“Oliver, we need to talk.”
—
Those were the words Oliver never wanted to hear from his then human girlfriend. He was pretty sure those were also the words he didn’t want to hear from his current “girlfriend”, who happened to be a pony.
“What is it?” Oliver enunciated slowly and carefully, the way one might approach a wounded animal.
Alex rolled her eyes.
“You’ve been walking on eggshells around me ever since I recovered. You of all people should know that you won't break me,” She snorted, and lashed her tail against him.
Oliver grimaced. Was he that transparent? Alex began speaking to him, but somehow, somewhere, for the briefest moment, Oliver discovered how to fold space-time and found himself in the future, inadvertently missing the conversation between those two points.
“Well?” Alex asked.
“Yes, ahem—.” He grimaced again. Alex patiently waited his response.
“It’s just that. You, I mean me… You’re just so young.”
Alex's mane bounced lightly against Oliver's muzzle as she groaned and shook her head, “Oliver, we’ve been over this before. I’m not any younger than the rest of us and there were… circumstances.” She scuffed her hoof against the carpet.
“Yes, well, I don’t want to hurt you… there are so many things about our new bodies that I don’t know, and I'm not sure it makes sense to take any unnecessary risks... ”
Alex smiled and nuzzled against him. “Oliver, you’re not going to hurt me.” She leaned up in a chaste kiss. Kissing as ponies was something new and took some practice getting used to— It was a skill many of the residents had to re-learn.
Oliver closed his eyes and felt a warm glow in his chest. He stroked Alex’s head with a forehoof. Alex continued to nuzzle and kiss his neck.
And then lower. Oliver found it become difficult to ignore her fondling.
“I know… I just want to be carefu— Alex, what are you doing?!”
Oliver looked down to find Alex rubbing her forehoof against his sheath while gripping his scrotum with the frog in her other hoof. In the next moment, two things happened: Oliver shuffled backwards, while Alex followed to maintain her contact with her new toys. The two of them toppled backwards onto the couch.
Oliver forced himself not to instinctively buck his marefriend in the teeth. Lying on one’s back as a pony was... uncomfortable to say the least, especially as a stallion. He froze ramrod straight as Alex continued her ministrations. Why was Alex’s hot breath so close to his— It was then Oliver realized Alex intended to proceed with or without his assistance.
He pushed her back with both hooves. “Wait, let’s talk about this,” Oliver squeaked.
Alex gave Oliver a heavy-lidded look, and squeezed him lightly.
“We just did,” she smiled. She laid her head on Oliver’s chest, though her hooves remained preoccupied elsewhere.
“I mean,” he gulped. “I…”
“Does it feel good?” she whispered, nibbling on his chest.
“Yes, but…”
Alex silenced Oliver with another kiss.
—
Alex carefully ran one foreleg along Oliver’s rapidly growing length, her hard hooves teasing the delicate shaft. Oliver gawked at her with morbid curiosity. Was he going to hell for this? Should he tell her to stop? Didn’t he already? He watched, mesmerized by her lithe frame stimulating his body in all sorts of right yet wrong ways. Even now, he held reservations about how young her physical body was, even if mentally… Well, he really didn’t know how old she was before the Event. Did his arousal towards Alex mean he was a pedophile? He shivered— His spine tingled in parallel with the mix of other sensations coming from the green mare. 'No' he decided, and suppressed his feelings on the matter; she was at the very least old enough for him to be categorized as an ephebophile. That honestly didn’t make him feel much better than the alternative, but quickly found himself past the point where he could think clearly.
—
As Oliver laid there in quiet contemplation, Alex took his lack of reaction as a green light to plow forward full steam. The ‘cat was out of the bag’ so to say… or at least, out of the sheath. She rubbed his hardening phallus between her forelegs. Having her muzzle so close to Oliver was making it difficult to think clearly. If there was one thing ponies had better than humans, it was their sense of smell— though considering how distracting Oliver’s stallion musk was, that advantage was questionable at the moment.
She teased his staff against her soft fur. It was right in front of her, and she reached out with her tongue to give his length a tentative lick. His infuriating scent filled her mind and she leaned towards his engorged head but caught herself last minute and shied away.
The potent musk made her lungs burn. Her head became woozy and the blood rushed to her head (and elsewhere). Before Alex could catch herself, she gave into the questionable compulsion to taste the musky scent dripping out of the small opening. A part of Alex chided her on the fatal lapse of faculty, but that part was quickly drowned out by her rapidly overflowing sex. ‘It wasn’t like I put the entire thing in her mouth,’ she reasoned. Fluid beaded near Oliver’s urethra and she lapped it away, sampling the new taste. There was something intimate and intoxicating and dirty about what she was doing, and it gave her a secret thrill watching Oliver’s response with every slight touch.
She lifted herself off the panting stallion beneath her and positioned her sopping entrance against his hot erection. Her tail twitched reflexively at the contact and she used one hoof to guide the throbbing stallionhood towards her opening.
Alex felt the heat of Oliver’s bulbous head press against her and she clenched against the intruding appendage.
“Give me a sec,” Alex stammered.
Oliver's glans spread her outer lips as his cockhead nudged into her. She balanced precariously on her hind legs, letting out a whimper as he slowly pushed inside her. Rivulets of her arousal overflowed from her sex, lubricating Oliver's length. The stallion beneath her let out a moan and his hind legs bucked weakly. Alex’s face bore an expression split between desire and discomfort.
She pressed on and lowered herself further on his pole. Little by little, Alex slid towards the base where the soft sacs met the thick rod impaling her. More than a few times, she felt as if anymore would cause her to split, but somehow she always found more room inside of her.
“I think you’re all the way inside me,” Alex breathed, panting. She looked down, disappointed to only find half of Oliver’s length inside her. She glanced at Oliver and saw him mumbling to himself with his eyes shut closed. She nuzzled against him and whispered, “You can move now— slowly— if you want.”
Oliver opened one eye in trepidation. He pulled himself out slowly and slid back into her, savoring the feeling of the hot flesh gripping him.
Alex involuntarily squeaked, feeling Oliver's flesh move deep inside her. She nearly succumbed in that brief moment, and her hind legs buckled, causing her to fall forward onto his down-covered belly.
Alex's hot flesh spasmed around Oliver, and she felt him slow to give her time to recover. Soon, he fell into a rhythm. The smacking sound of hot, sticky flesh permeated the room and Alex’s musk burned at his nostrils. Alex’s juices glistened as it spilled down his length and matted his inner thigh.
Alex leaned down to kiss his muzzle and Oliver felt her dainty tongue dance along his lips.
Instinct arose from deep within him and his thrusts grew primal. He was still new to this body, but eons of natural selection guided his actions. His lips curled back and he could feel himself prepared to seed this willing mare—
“Wait stop! Alex!” he cried, between pants. Despite Oliver pausing between thrusts, Alex was still very much reciprocating. Recognition flitted across her glassy expression and she responded, confused.
“What? Did I hurt you?” she looked back concernedly at where they remained connected. She hilted him again with a wet smack.
“No,” Oliver gulped. “It’s just, are you in heat…? We are... You could get… You could be pregnant.”
Alex rolled her eyes and ground herself against his seed-filled sack. “Isn’t that kind of the point of sex, especially all things considered...? And no— I’m not ovulating— at least not according to the books from Equestria. I should be safe.”
She twisted against Oliver and lifted herself off his glistening rod. His half-flared head came out with an audible wet pop and spray of Alex’s juices. She lowered her forelegs and head onto the bed, leaving her backside elevated and exposed.
“Or maybe… I am receptive and I want you to breed me,” Alex goaded. She waved her rump in front of Oliver and raised her tail. Her exposed sex clenched in the open air.
“Maybe that’s been my plan all along and I— Oof!” A heavy weight crashed down on her haunches, and she felt Oliver’s dull head probe at her sensitive folds.
“Ow— gentle remember?” Alex looked back towards Oliver inquisitively. His only response was to bottom out against her cervix with a single stroke.
Alex's face flushed red from excitement and embarrassment at being plowed like an animal. Oliver's ballsack slap against her sex, pushing her forward with each thrust. His weight pressed down on her haunches and he nibbled at her mane. Oliver moaned, his hot breath sending shivers into her withers and down her spine.
Back and forth, Oliver seesawed as if cutting through a log. Except that log was Alex and instead of a saw, he fervently plunged his length in and out of her overflowing sex.
“Hey, there Oliver,” she whispered. “Slow down okay? You’re starting to scare me.”
“Sorry,” Oliver mumbled. “You’re just too hot for your own good.” Alex felt the heat go to her ears.
Oliver gave short, powerful bucks and Alex found herself clench uncontrollably at the intruder. Being rutted from behind gave her access to a whole new dimension of pleasure. There was something about the weight of a stallion on her back that triggered something primal inside her. A pressure built up inside her and she found herself breathless with each thrust. Her grasping cunt massaged him in rhythm and grasped hungrily each time he withdrew.
Alex drooled onto the bed, her tongue lolling from the pistoning. Oliver pounded her unwaveringly from behind and gradually sped up his thrusts. She was losing strength in her hind legs and knew she was approaching climax.
“I think,” Oliver breathed heavily, “I’m about to, cum—!”. Somewhere in his lust-addled brain, Oliver remembered something important about safe days not really being safe. A worry wiggled its way forth and he made one last half-hearted attempt to pull out, but between his fervent thrusts and Alex’s depth’s firm grasp on his cockhead, his common sense offered only lackluster resistance.
Alex couldn’t think straight— all she knew was that she was close. The thought of hot cum splashing inside made her sex clench hard. That was the last straw for Oliver, and the last vestige of resistance crumbled away. He grunted, deepening his thrusts into the quivering mare.
The hyperventilating mare furiously rocked her flank against Oliver’s irregular thrusts. Her arousal soaked both their sexes— sticky strings of marecum undulated between her sex and Oliver’s swollen testicles. With a noise that could only be described as bestial in nature, Oliver clumsily bottomed-out inside Alex and pulled himself as deep as he could go. He nibbled absently on one of her green velvet ears, eyes squeezed shut as he approached his precipice.
Alex moaned into the pillow between her forehooves. Something flared deep inside her. Rope after rope of hot searing cum exploded against her womb and sent her over the edge. Eyes rolling back, Alex weakly bucked her hind legs from the pleasure overload and pushed herself hungrily onto Oliver's spasming stallionhood as deep as she could make it go.
It lasted what seemed to be forever, and soon the spurts slowed to a trickle and Oliver slid out of her with a wet pop. Thick cum dribbled out of her clenching sex. A thin strand of creamy fluid kept the two connected as the two lovers panted from exhaustion and heat.
Oliver collapsed onto the bed and was still, save for his heaving chest as he fought to breathe again. Alex fared only slightly better, as spasms wracked her over-stimulated body. The two of them savored the cool sheets and afterglow. For a while, the only sound in the small bedroom was the sound of two ponies gulping for breath and the soft susurrus of snow falling onto over their makeshift home.
Finally, Oliver caught his breath. “Alex,” Oliver heaved, his breathing not quite yet returned to normal levels. “I need to ask you something.”
“What is it?” she panted lightly.
“Will you be my girlfriend?”
Alex snorted and nestled herself against Oliver’s chest. “I think it’s a little too late for that.”
Oliver stuttered “Well… I mean… I never had a chance to ask you properly—”
Alex interrupted and looked up at Oliver coquettishly. “You know, Equestria is a matriarchal society. Maybe now that we’re ponies, I should be the one asking you that.” Alex’s gave Oliver a half-lidded smile.
Whatever remaining thoughts died on Oliver’s lips. He wasn’t sure how long the two of them laid there, but his eyelids started to feel like lead and he drifted off. That was until Alex rolled off his chest and nuzzled his sweat-matted fur.
“Don’t get too comfortable,” she teased.
“Are you ready for round two?”
Author's Note
Well this happened. I blame Starscribe.
I am aware "stuff" happens later on in the story, but this concept originally began before Eternal Lonely Day. I imagine these as some of Alex's happier memories from her distant past.
And Starscribe?
Challenge Accepted.
