Soft love.

How long had you been here in Equestira at this point? Time here seems to move so fast to you, as it did for most people it seems, well... before you came here time didn't seem to move at all.

You shake your head a bit, the thoughts of back then causing undo pain, no point in dwelling on that anymore. Then was then and now was now. You run a hand through the lush curly facial hair you had been growing for a while now as a slight distraction, It always helped. It might sound somewhat silly, but the feeling of the coarse hairs in your hand, and the tingling on your chin as your fingers comb through it felt nice. Offered a nice release from thoughts.

But your mind couldn't be idle for long. You sit in your home, in your favorite brown leather chair and ponder your time here for a while, counting days, recalling events, marking seasons.

Two years, more two and a half... Your arrival here was staged in the summer some time. The exact date eludes you, you were never any good with dates anyhow.

Your lips curl up wards slightly, and your vocal cords vibrate out a small chuckle as you remember the day you fell in to this little town. The very first word that comes to mind to describe it was... Chaotic.

You woke up somewhere around the edges of the Everfree, the first thing that you remember from waking up there, was pain, great quantities of it, pulsing from your head. The second thing you remember was running for your life as some massive brown, overly fluffy bear, with deceptively sharp claws, had decided to chase you.

It was lucky for you that you met the first pony of the little hamlet, called Ponyville when you did. The bear had gotten a swipe in on your left leg, and it had snapped like a twig. That's when a small yellow Pegasus with a pink mane came to your rescue, shouting the bear in to submission.

The utter confusion when she spoke would probably have been enough to cause a serious case of sensory overload for most people in that situation. But you just rolled with it the best you could.

Things from there got even stranger. But a good trait of humans is their ability to adapt to their situation and let the strange simply become the norm after a while. Sure it took a while to get used to it all. Magic, flying and talking pastel ponies, princesses and monsters. But in the end, it simply became every day routine.

You even made fast friends with some of the ponies around this little town, after the main nervousness and skepticism was put to rest.

Of course there were the elements of harmony, who helped you get on to your feet, Twilight rented you a room in her massive crystal castle for a good amount of months. As it was probably one of the few places able to accommodate your height in this town. She would have given it to you, but you refused not paying her what you can for the room.

Kindness should never go unrewarded, you insisted. And in the end, she allowed you to pay for your keep.

Work came swiftly after your injury was healed... or partially, the joint of your ankle had healed poorly, restricting the movement of the joint quite substantially. The farm pony you knew as Apple jack, one of the most pleasant ponies you've had the pleasure of meeting, had been kind enough to make you a cane to aid in the simple task of walking, out of apple wood.

But even though you had a bum leg, your hands, height, size and general strength often came in handy for various reasons. Bits came fairly easily, and with determination and planing, your collection of bits grew to a point where the small plot of land, not to far off the road to the school house was within grasp. And by the years end, the deed was yours, construction had started on your very own home.

Sure it took an other good deal of months to pay for everything, and get the construction finished. But you got your home. The one you're sitting in now.

Two and a half years. And you considered your life here comfortable and moderately successful. But you were never one to strive for greatness, you were content with your little two story home, your friends, and your work. Though... There was one thing you found yourself trapped in.

Loneliness was becoming an issue. Sure you had your friends to talk too and keep you company, and you never minded being alone, solitude was something you enjoyed to a degree.

But the absence of a long term, deeper relationship was starting to... take its tole. Even before you had been dropped in this world, this was becoming an ever more present issue. The jolt of arriving here so suddenly provided a distraction from that, but now it was returning in full force as it proved temporary.

Sure intimate relationships have come and gone. A few of your friends coming to you for release during their heat cycles. But it was never anything more then friendly help in their time of need.

Well... You'd be lying if you said you didn't help yourself a bit in the process, a man can only go so long without his itches being scratched. And after so long among pony kind, you had actually made the jump from thinking them simply cute. To genuinely attractive.

But still, you felt like something was missing in this house of yours.

You let out a soft sigh, letting your body slide down in your chair a little bit.

“This isn't healthy.” You conclude. Realizing that your own thoughts had gotten you in a rather depressing mood. A distraction you thought would be the best coarse of action now. And so. You stand up from your comfortable chair with a slight grunt, half limping your left leg and aching bones after you as you make your way to a window.

“Getting older there John.” You chuckle to yourself in self irony, as you knew you weren't all that old. Barely out of the twenties and in to the thirties.

It was a snowy day outside the walls of your warm wooden home, with grayish skies, patches of blue in the clouds, where the sun shone through, making the white landscape sparkle slightly.

Winter was always slow for you, most of your work being done in summer as building jobs or farm work was mostly available during the warm months of the year. You always found something to occupy yourself with during the winter, either at the friendship castle, doing paperwork or helping Twilight with some research. Or at town hall, And you have on multiple occasions assisted Pinky pie cater for larger get together she plans.

When you first arrived Twilight was more then just a bit insistent on getting to study you and that you tell her about life in you world. Though in the end. A mint green pony had almost threatened her way to exclusive rights to that...

You can't help but chuckle a bit at the memory. Remembering how insanely meticulous miss Heartstrings was with her studies. Privacy, dignity and personal space all went out the window with that mare.

But today was a day that nothing had really come your way. A day off so to speak.

So the urge to put on your shoes and simply take a walk around town found you. You thought It was at least better then stewing in this house with your own thoughts like this.

Dressing yourself in your favorite black long coat, and your pair of trusty boots, you wrap a thick, green woolen scarf around your neck, and dig out a pair of fur lined leather gloves.

Most of your clothes were custom made from Rarity herself. Though some of your articles of clothing, like your leather boots and gloves were ordered from regions where meat and leather trades were more common, like the griffon kingdoms. As ponies usually disliked working with such materials. And as Rarity's friend, you wouldn't inflict something so ghastly on her.

Grabbing your cane, which when you got it was little more then a simple shaped stick to fit your hand, but now, with an addition dark brown lacquer to protect the wood, and a few metal ornaments and carvings, it was the pride of your outfit. Finally you place a hat atop your brown haired head, a sixpence you actually made yourself. It was practical, you couldn't speak for it's ascetics, but it worked, as it had flaps for the ears that could be hidden inside the hat itself.

Opening the door too the outside you were hit by something you absolutely loved. The fresh air of mid winter. The slight sting to your lungs breathed a refreshing sense of life in to you as you stepped outside. You couldn't help but smile a little bit while taking your first steps of a journey without a real destination, the snow under your boots making a satisfying crumpling sound as you walked. The winter landscape something you've always loved.

It had this softness to it, like the real world was muffled under all the white powder splayed across the ground and trees. Sure the beauty of the soft landscaped did have its more melancholy sides, the lack of colors and monotone features awoke thoughts of death and a barren wasteland. But also peace and rest. It was something you valued about this time of year, its two sided nature, of grim and bright.

On your little wander you met a few ponies along the road, Roseluck being out and about you two engaged in some idle chat. Her being a good friend of yours, one that you cared deeply about. In fact you quite enjoyed her company, having a slight fancy for her. But she was already tied to somepony, and the two were so happy together. Your own fancy had no relevancy, the joy you took from her own was more then enough to quell it.

Your little interaction was short lived, but pleasant nonetheless. She informed you, rather excitedly, about some planes she and her significant other would be revealing at spring and you can't help but chuckle, smiling at her. It was a half knowing smile at that. Regardless you didn't push, and you made your farewells, returning to your wandering.

You made a few other chats and hello's with the local ponies. One of those being the ever boasting and confident character of Rainbow dash.

“Watch out bellow!” You heard the unmistakable voice of said pony. Her trademark greeting ringing through your ears and you can't help but just sigh. This always hurt...

You turned your body to face the out of control missile of a mare, widened your stance, dropped your cane and opened your arms.

The breath left your lungs as she came crashing in to you, your arms wrapping around her as both of you ended up flying back. Well encased in a snow pile on the side of the road.

“Ow...” You wheeze out before running your hands up and down the pony in your arms, looking down at the cyan Pegasus. Studying her for injury. “You okay there Dash?”

She popped out of your grasp and started fretting almost instantly. “Oh my gosh, oh my gosh. Never mind me! How about you!? Why do you never get out of the way John!?” She yelled and started patting you down, searching for injuries, where there were none.

“I don't break, you know that.” You just laugh and extend an arm to her, letting her help you up before helping you brush off the snow. “And I figured a soft landing would do you some good for once.” You grin, poking a bit of harmless fun as you flick the fluff ball atop her winter hat.

She just huffed and stuck out her tongue at you. “Yeah yeah laugh it up. You'll break your ribs if you keep on going like that.” She teased and picked up your cane for you, hoofing it to you with a smile.

“Still, worth it if I save you from breaking your neck.” You emphasis your point by pulling your head to the left, cracking enlisting from your bones.

“Yeah yeah, whatever. I'll have to get back to work, the storm clouds are unruly today. Best get back by nightfall, this is going to be a big one.” She grinned, extending her wings again to take flight.

“I'll make sure to not get caught in it!” You yell after her as she takes her leave abruptly, kicking up a good amount of snow as she takes off in her trademark unsafe speeds.

This little meeting with her did however remind you of something you had completely forgot, the two day scheduled winter storm. And if it was strong enough to throw Rainbow dash around you'd really have to make sure to have enough firewood inside for the entirety of it. But you'd have plenty of time to deal with that when you got home.

Alone yet again you pick up where you left off, putting one leg in front of the other.

In the distance the chiming of the school bell broke the almost perfect silence of the winter air. And soon laughter from the nearby school house erupted. School ponies rushing out and down the road you were walking. A few taking their time to engage you in a childish snowball fight, before rushing off as they realized they stood no chance.

Laughing merrily you can't help but feel a spring in your step. This walk truly being what you needed to just get your mind off things. The delightful, lighthearted randomness of this town never failing to cheer you up.

Though after a few more minutes of walking something in the air caused you concern. The sound of weeping and maniacal laughter. A laughter you were quite familiar with.

“They never change.” You sigh and step up your speed, quickly spotting the scours of the sorrow in the air.

Two fillies you've gotten to hear quite a bit about over the years you've been here from the younger set of friends you've made.

You walk up behind the leader, a pinkish filly, wearing expensive looking winter garbs, atop her pink winter hat she had her namesake. A tiara of silver and diamonds.

You raise your cane and use it to pluck the expensive headpiece off her little head. “Now I've said it a million times haven't I?” You start, Diamond tiara spinning around on the spot and glaring up at you with a deep frown. The fact that she reached just above your knee made her threatening scowl very unimpressive, if anything it was just adorable.

“Heeey freak, give me that back! It's worth more then you'll ever be!” She whined and hopped, trying to get her possession back. Her partner in crime stepping back a bit and looking down.

“Oh you wound me miss.” You chuckle a little bit and set yourself down on one knee. “I'll give you back this priceless bejeweled hair clip if you promise me one thing. That you stop harassing other ponies. Or I'll Just chuck it in to the field for you to find by yourself. And you know I throw far.”

“You wouldn't...” She growled and narrowed her eyes. To which you just stood up again and raised your hand.

“The field it is then.” Before you even got to flex your arm to prepare the throw she squealed.

“No! You win freak, just give it back and I'll leave this blank flank alone.” She huffed and growled a bit. True to your word you drop her tiara back on her head and she quickly take her leave. “Come on Spoon, she's not worth it anyway.”

With the predators scared away from their pray you take the time to actually look at the one they had been picking on. It was a small, frail looking earthpony filly, with a white creamy coat, caked in snow and dirt, with a red curly mane and tail, two toned by the looks of it. Streaks of slightly lighter crimson running through it. That as well was caked in snow and looked absolutely drenched.

Had you not known better, you would have thought this was Rose's kid.

You felt your heart ache as your green eyes met with her profoundly blue ones. The whites of her eyes a more sore red then white from tears that were starting to freeze on her cheeks.

You thought you had met all the school fillies and colts in this town. As Miss Cheerilee had you in her classes a few times. But this little filly didn't seem recognizable at all from your memories.

You kneel down by her and her mat, somewhat stunned expression turned in to one of fear and worry.

“Please don't hurt me...” She whimpered out, shivering even more as she attempted to hide herself from you. Clearly she wasn't from here, probably new to the town, and as such, had probably never seen something quite like you.

You only notice now that there was some red bellow her muzzle, in the snow. Her nose and lip appeared to be bleeding slightly. It didn't look like anything more then a mere nosebleed and a scratch, probably from an aimed snow ball, with some extra packages inside it. But regardless the sight of blood always kicked your caring instincts in to high gear.

“I wouldn't dream of it. What's your name sweetie?” You ask softly as you remove your coat from your shoulders, tucking it around the shivering and crying little filly. The cold air hit your body, but you shrugged it off, as negative temperatures never really had much of an impact on you.

She raised her head to look at you, sniffling a little bit as she was starting to realize you weren't a threat at all. The warm smile of your bushy face, and the strange shine to your caring eyes, only reassuring her more.

“Soft petal...” She spoke in a meek voice, barely audible to even you. Her weeps had turned to small sobs at this point,

You smile wider at her and gently nod. “Well Petal, how old are you? And where do you live? I can follow you home if you'd like.” You offer, figuring a warmhearted gesture would do her some good.

“Fourteen... And I live on Mare street sixty...” Her gaze fell to the ground as she spoke both her age and her address. The first thing you noted was that her age was surprising given her appearance. She looked much younger, at least a few years. The second thing was that she was attending the same classes as the younger ponies. Though the address helped you piece together why that might be.

Mare street was on the other side of town, almost exactly so, and it was the street where the Ponyville orphanage was located. Sixty being one of their locals.

“I see...” You mutter under your breath, before shaking your head a bit. “Now that simply won't do, you'll be frozen solid before you're half way there. Tell you what, I live just a few minutes away from here. You can come with me and we'll get you warmed up and dry, as well as patched up.” You smile softly, offering your hand to her as aid to stand back up.

Though she seemed skeptical, she took your hand with her hoof, and attempted to stand. Her wet coat, the cold, and her shivering made that close to impossible though, as her frail little legs buckled under her.

“I'm sorry...” She whispered and looked down, mentally beating herself for not being strong enough to even stand on her own.

“Now now, nothing to be sorry for. Here, let me.” You smile and take your coat and put it back on, leaving it unbuttoned as you kneel down again and scoop the tiny frail pony in to your arms and pinned her to your chest. As you did so, she let out a small Eep of fright, squirming a little bit as she tried to fight it.

Wrapping your coat around her she started to relax, the warmth of your body thawing hers, her shivering starting to die down a little bit. The little, tired filly actually nuzzling her muzzle against your chest as she simply accepted your embrace. A warmth grew in your chest and you couldn't help but smile down at her.

Holding the precious little package in your right arm, inside your coat you lean on your cane with your left arm as you made your way home bound as quickly as you could, while not making the little filly uncomfortable.

“T-Thank you mister...” She whispers, looking up at you with her big blue eyes, noticeably less red by now. “I'm sorry if I'm a bother...” She mutters and burrows her face further downwards in your chest.

“Don't think about it Petal, I'm happy to help. My name is John.” You chuckle a little bit and stroke her back softly, before having to kinda scoot her upwards to realign your grip, putting your hand under her rump to support her better.

“I...It's nice to meet you J-John...” She half gasps, her face turning a little bit red from where your hand had placed itself.

“It's a pleasure to meet you as well Petal.” You tell her as you walk down the road, unaware of the awkwardness your hand is causing the little filly. Your home coming in to view down the road. “Not long now and we'll get you a nice shower and some hot coco.”

Soon enough you were stepping in to the hallway of your little wooden house. You don't waste much time with getting your little dripping package up to the bathroom. Setting her down in the bathtub, before taking off her soaking scarf and fluffy winter hat.

“You don't need any help with the shower do you?” You ask before realizing the daunting look on her face while she looks around the tub for the nubs.

“Um... please?” She whimpers, looking a little helpless.

You smile a little bit and chuckle, standing up and removing your coat and scarf, placing them on the sink.

“Guess things here are a bit tall.” You smile and role up your shirt arms. Turning on the shower head and feeling out the warmth of the water before bringing it down to her. Washing off any left over snow and dirt in her coat and mane, though you suspected to get her clean you'd have to employ a good amount of soap.

As the water hit the little filly she let out a small gasp and a girlish moan, relaxing visibly from the warm water washing over her little body.

“T-That feels nice...” She whispers mostly to herself as she closed her eyes.

You can't contain your smile as you readied some soap in your hand, the lavender smell filling the air. Gently placing it on her back she tensed up as your hand touched her.

“If you feel uncomfortable, just tell me to stop. Okay?” You tell her, wanting to give her the option of her own privacy is she should so chose.

“N-No it's fine... I'm just not used to being touched so... softly...” She mutters with a deep blush, looking down.

“Okay, but just let me know if you're uncomfortable.”The bashful way she acted just made her all the more adorable. Though it was clear that her self confidence and self esteem.... It wasn't where it should be for such an adorable and pretty young pony.

You put down the shower head and softly start to rub the soap in to her coat, starting at the middle of her back and going upwards to her shoulders and down her front legs. She squirmed every now and then, and her blush never seeming to leave her face, but she didn't say a word, and ever now and then, her throat would let out a little croon.

You moved from her front legs to her chest, her soft coat feeling like silk on your hands, sending small tingles of pleasure from your hands as the tactile experience of washing her was more then a bit pleasant. Moving backwards to her belly she let out an other gasp and squirmed a bit in place. You stopped your hands in case she wanted you to refrain from that area, but no words left her. In fact, as she looked up at you, her eyes meekly told you to continue.

And so your did, softly rubbing the soft stomach of this thin little filly, enticing a few more gasps and coos from the little pony. You just start to realize that the sounds this little pony was making could be interpreted as somewhat... lewd. But you throw that idea out of your head almost as quickly as it came, though it did cause a minor reaction. She was just a filly after all.

Yours hands slide from her belly to the lower parts of her underside, the warm water masking the heat her body had started to generate in that general region. Though you didn't push your luck, keeping a respectable distance from any intimate areas as you simply wash the little filly, your main goal to get dirt and grime out of her fine white coat.

Satisfied that her underside is sufficiently clean, you return your hands to her back, moving backwards on to her lower back and haunches. You hadn't realized it because of her general size and the fact that you'd not gotten a really good look at her, but she was somewhat shapely, proportionately filled out.

You realize that it was somewhat creepy to think of a filly like that, but she was more then a little pleasant to the eyes. And what was the harm in such thoughts, as long as they were not acted upon.

Finished soaping down her coat you rinse your hands and reach for the shampoo, coating your hands in a generous amount of the viscus liquid and taking her tail in to your hands, starting to run your fingers through it, getting some tangles out as well as the dirt and grime.

While you clean her tail you caught a few glimpse between her legs, nothing new there, as ponies were mostly naked all the time, you saw genitalia every day, all day long. It lost it's novelty quickly after arriving here. But your cognitive resolve had to do a double take as you saw her tiny little lips actually wink at you.

Processing this information took you longer then it really should have, your eyes fixed on her rear as it pushes her lips apart, her little heart shaped clit exposed for a brief moment.

Was this little filly actually being aroused you simply washing her? If so, you certainly hadn't intended it.

You quickly tear you eyes away it and return to washing her tail, getting it done as swiftly as possible. Had her breath escalated?

You try not to think about it, as your body wanted to react inappropriately to the display, which you had no real power to stop. Instead you just rolled with it. Reminding yourself that nothing will happen. She hadn't told you to stop, and you hadn’t touched her in any way intended to arouse, everything was still okay...

Finished with her tail you tell her to turn around so you could wash her mane as well, and she did without any sort of protest. Sitting down on her rear as she looks to the floor of the tub, the sudden contact back there causing her to draw a short gasp, her cheeks beet read and her breath still somewhat labored.

You watched the little filly struggle to even move, her eyes firmly planted downwards you couldn't help but see her fear and shame.

“It's okay Petal, nothing to be ashamed of.” You smile warmly at her and run your hands through her mane, washing out the dirt. Hoping a little bit of reassuring confirmation would put her more at ease “Just hold on.”

She peeked up at you a little through her wet mane, a little bit of fear and shock in her pleading eyes, but it slowly melted away in to a slight smile on her lips.

“T-Thank you...” She whispers. Moving slightly in the tub, whimpering with every slight move. Making it even harder for you to get the image of her winking lips out of your mind. But you soldier on. Making sure none of the shampoo gets in her eyes while cleaning her.

It takes some time to rinse out all the soap in her coat, mane and tail. And all through it Petal kept moving a little, causing herself some... Stimulation.

Once her coat was free of all the slippery and bubbly soap you look at her with an understanding smile.

“Do you want to dry off yourself?” You ask, intending to give her some alone time if she needed it. With the image of her arousal still burned in to your mind, she certainly needed it.

“Y-Yeah... Thank you mister...” She whispered as she attempted to hide behind her mane, a gingerly smile on her lips as she looked up to you.

You nod and gently lift her our of the tall tub, placing her on the floor before grabbing a towel for her, kneeling down to place it around her neck.

“Take all the time you need, I'll be just around the corner if you need anything.” You tell her with a reassuring smile. Not one to judge the needs of a pony. Especially one in the midst of puberty.

You stand up to your full height again and you notice her eyes fixated on you, her mouth slightly agape. Though her eyes weren't fixated on your face, or upper body, but much lower down. Your body having taken the liberty to send blood in to your lower areas. Causing a noticeable outline.

Petal quickly catches on on the fact that you're aware where her eyes are pointed and she looks away with an almost glowing blush. It looked like she was about to say something, but the words never came. She had a disgruntled look on her muzzle, almost disappointed.

She wasn't the only one with a blush on her face as you had practically presented your own arousal to a little filly you decide a quick exit would be in order. You grab your coat and head out.

You leave the door slightly ajar for her, setting down your coat by the door as well as your boots before heading to the kitchen, putting some milk to heat for the hot chocolate you promised her. Before digging out some band aids for her lip.

You needed to clear your head, this wouldn't do. You step in to the living room, placing yourself in front of a window and peering out, trying to clear your head of the images and knowledge of the little filly in your bathroom. But that was easier said then done.

'Okay... Just focus... She's a filly in her teens... Orphaned, probably never having had anyone touched her in such a way. New experience, and new sensations. Totally understandable. But I really really shouldn't be growing hard from her... What's the matter with you John?' You mentally scold yourself for being so... readily turned on by her little smooth body, innocent and pleading eyes and tigh- 'Nope! Stop it!'

You force that thought out of your head as quickly as you can, but not before your engorged area twitched a little with need.

“Fuck...” You mutter under your breath and focus your attention to the weather outside. Which to your dismay had already started to turn violent. Snow starting to pore down on to the ground in droves, in an almost horizontal fashion. “Well... Guess it arrived ahead of schedule...”

You turn from the window, worried that Petal might not be able to get home in this weather. As you heard your house creek in protest to the winds, your worries were set to peace. She definitely wouldn’t get home in the next day or two.

You stood by the stove, stirring the chocolate in to the now hot milk, adding a bit of sugar. Your mind still running wild. From just down the hall you heard a few low moans and whimpers, quickly raising in pitch.

This was going to be difficult...