Featherweight took a sharp breath as he looked into the night sky, the full moon’s light illuminating the tops of some scattered clouds, his mind unable to drift away from what he was about to do. He wanted it to. He desperately wanted it to, as what he was about to do simultaneously thrilled him, and left him terrified. At that thought, Feather blinked a few times, realizing that this must be how Button felt when he went after his mother.

The pegasus turned over on the cloud that he was on, sighing as he tried to distract himself. It wasn’t like this wasn’t what she hadn’t always wanted anyways, as she was his top model, though that wasn’t really saying much. He didn’t get many mares to agree to pose and model for him normally, and only because of how long they’d been friends did she allow him to.

That’s probably why he loved her though. No matter what anypony else said about him, or what he actually did, she didn’t leave his side. No, Zipporwhill trusted him, and that meant the world to him.

“Hey, silly. What’s up?”

Featherweight leapt off of the cloud he had been laying on as the voice met his ears, and it took him a few moments to turn around. What he saw made his heart jump into his mouth, as Zipporwhill was in pretty normal clothes for her, but they still melted him for some reason. Then again, a loose, white shirt that let him ignore her diminutive chest and focus on the tight, jean shorts she wore on her plumper thighs did do well to give her a variance he hadn’t had since him and the other stallions had started their whole plan. Her face was soft and cute, highlighted by her bright green eyes behind a pair of large square frame glasses. After all the years they had known each other, she retained the adorable innocence she had when they were little...

And now he was going to corrupt and change her with the ring.

”You could look at it as helping her. Making her as beautiful as she can be, and capable of the courage she needs to be the best model in Equestria. You both want that for her, right?”

Featherweight glanced at the ring as it softly glowed and bit into his lip. The ring was right, but it’s not like they asked to take over their mare’s minds. Well, not completely, as they kept themselves, but-

His thoughts were abruptly cut off by Zipporwhill knocking against his head, and then flying in front of him. “Hey, Feather, you didn’t answer me. Is something wrong? Or,” she said with a slight blush, “are you trying to figure out how to ask me to do pervy things again?”

Feather swallowed hard, feeling as if he’d been caught red handed, even if her tone was playful. What if she would despise all of this the moment he talked about it? Then again, he thought as he looked to the ring, he could always just find out first. Zipporwhill will only tell me the truth, and won’t judge me for my questions.

”Done, my liege.”

Featherweight turned back to Zipporwhill, swallowing hard as he tried to crack a smile. Not that her cute, albeit diminutive, body made it very hard, especially when she smiled so brightly. “Well, let’s say if I was. What would you think of posing naked, or even while possibly doing something sexual?”

Zipporwhill’s cheeks turned a bright red as she sat down next to him on the cloud, now looking at the sky like he had been. “Well, I mean, I’ve let you photograph me in just my underwear, and during those shoots I had thought about offering for you to see me in… less, but…”

She glanced back at Feather, her vanilla fur framing those light green eyes perfectly, just as they always had. Her cheeks were a deep shade of crimson to contrast, and only made her look cuter as she whispered, “I could only ever do that with you, or think about being photographed…” She let out a small squeak instead of finishing, and hid her head behind her hands.

Featherweight felt like his mouth had turned into a desert from the words she’d said, the syllables floating over and over in his mind. She couldn’t be serious, right? Unless he really was as stupid as a lot of ponies tried to tell him, there was only one reason he could come up with for what she’d said.

But she had said them, and he could find out why. Featherweight cleared his throat and tried not to waver as he asked, “Zippy, d-do you love me?”

Zippy looked back up, her body shaking as the two, young adults stared at one another in the pale moonlight. It wasn’t the first time they’d been like this, but her high energy had always failed her before than. In her mind she heard something command her to. To say what she’d never been able to before. “Y-yes.”

Featherweight leaned in closer, his own body trembling as he lifted a hand up to her face. Somehow this was even harder than when he was with Cheerilee or Pinkie, and she liked him! As he cupped her cheek, a shock of something ran through him, and her small smile sent another.

And then his body felt like it had been struck by lightning as their lips met. Her’s were soft and small, cushioning his own until they opened. Both clumsily tried to play with the others tongue, wanting to get more of what they had craved for so long. The cloud began to dissipate as both let their wings spread out, their instincts trying to take over for where their brains had left off.

Feather came away from the kiss gasping for air as the two now flew in the air, supported by unconscious flapping behind both of them as they hovered. He could have stayed like this for eternity, if something in the back of his mind didn’t remind him that this could be better.

He leaned in, his eyes flashed with a golden glow as his hands slipped into her shorts as he whispered, “You’re mine.” The effect was immediate, as he could feel her body stiffen, and then relax. The tight rump that he held onto soon matched his desires, and while his lips got to taste her again, his fingers spread out over her ever expanding ass.

It was just what he had always wanted. A moment when he could enjoy the suppleness of her larger posterior that contrasted her smaller frame so well. A moment when he could revel in the joy of just holding it, feeling its softness in his hands while his fingers sunk into her flesh. Yes, this was something he had wanted for too long, and he would make sure that from now on, everypony would agree she had the best ass in Equestria.

Before her shorts could break open, they were gone, Feather’s lust beating any want for dramatics today. He hadn’t planned for a photoshoot, or even a single picture. Today was about more than his hobby. About the one thing he could possibly say he loved more, and he would not only conquer her, but pleasure her.

All thoughts the ring was perfectly happy with.

Zipporwhill still let out a slight yelp in surprise as her clothes vanished from her body, leaving her exposed in the air, just as the recently undressed Feather. A simple command from her lord helped her calm her nerves, not that the fire in her nethers didn’t help either.

She bit into her lips as she felt his hands grip into her ass. She could feel that she had to at least have put on a pound or three to have gotten the now wide hips she sported, not that she minded. “You always wanted me to be a bit… bigger, didn’t you?”

Feather smiled, pecking her lips again as one hand slipped off of her ass. He didn’t dare let go entirely, feeling her weight in his hands. They supported each other, and to let go would be a disservice to his love for her. His free hand did reach its goal though, now squeezing into a breast that fit perfectly in his hand, rather than the board it had been. “I’m merely making my perfect mare perfect to all.”

Zippy, despite losing her breath at this point as she could feel Feather’s throbbing, heated member pressing against her stomach, still managed a slight smile. “Th-that’s why you’re focusing on my ass, the part of me you never could take your eyes off of.”

A grin spread over Feather’s lips as, really, he couldn’t deny. He loved her energy, her cuteness, and the fact that she was ever accepting. But, even before he was certain he loved her, he definitely loved to watch her leave. Adding to that asset of hers was a must in his mind, and he was happy that she didn’t seem to mind. Otherwise, he might feel like just a pervert, instead of giving the mare he loved a gift she deserved.

Then again, if this was just romantic, it might feel wrong. She was a bubbly mare, similar to Pinkie, and if she had become quiet or nervous, it would be like those private shoots they had done, and not felt right. Like this…

Zipporwhill let out another yelp as Feather let go of her breast and ass, and instead hooked his arms around her legs and lifting her even higher. Now they were eye to eye, her head completely red. She was completely being supported by him now, her wings only there to take the weight off of Feather a touch. And, she knew exactly where it was going as she felt the tip of his cock slide against her winking pussy.

Feather swallowed one more time, trying to get the stupid smile on his face off as he said, “I love you.”

Zipporwhill was silent for a moment before wrapping her arms around his neck and her legs around his waist as she whispered, “I love you too.”

A moan came from both as Featherweight swung his wings down in a powerful downbeat, raising him slightly while Zipporwhill slid down his body. The first part of his member thrust into her, being eagerly wrapped around by her wet folds. They were just as good and tight as Feather had always hoped, and he trembled from the pleasure.

He continued to use his wings to thrust into her, while his arms made sure to pace it out by holding her up, where he couldn’t simply go wild on her. He didn’t want to possibly hurt her by simply shoving it all in, and besides, her body grinding against him was more than enough to make the physical exertion of pulling her up worth it.

Zipporwhill moaned at the treatment, clinging to him tightly as they fucked. If anypony asked her how Featherweight knew what to do here, she couldn’t tell them, nor did she care. She just cared about being with him, and what the experience was.

And for both, it was beyond anything they’d felt before. Feather, for a moment, was baffled by this. Before, he had simply bent Cheerilee over a desk and Pinkie knew what she was doing in bed too well for him to do anything there. Back then, there had been no pain, no annoyances, nothing. Now he was giving it all, the flapping and thrusts causing his arms and thighs to burn from the exertion.

But then, he looked into those bright, green eyes of hers. The ones that begged for him to come closer. To hold her all night long, whether they were connected or not. The ones that he had always wanted to be this close to before.

This was what ponies meant by ‘making love’ instead of having sex. This was deeper, nicer, happier. All doubts and worries disappeared from his mind while he was with Zipporwhill like this.

And the ring just helped them get out how they felt faster, and let them be how they wanted to with one another faster.

The shock of the revelation caused all of Featherweight’s focus to stop. He felt his arms loosen up, letting Zipporwhill slide down every inch of him. Her eyes widened at this, and, for a moment, as her nethers wrapped and squeezed around him, the two looked at each other, before they both moaned loudly and clung to each other like never before.

The shaking, hard orgasm that flooded its way through Zipporwhill’s body ran through him, the two sharing in the pleasure of the moment. Her folds gripping tight around his stiff member, trying to milk him it for all it had, before Feather gave her what her body wanted, pouring his cum deep within her as she screamed to the cosmos.

And then, it was done, and the two lazily fell onto a cloud, crashing safely into it. Feather was breathing heavily, his head spinning from the climax. Not that he needed to think of course. He could just hold his mare and let the world fade away.

Zipporwhill was the one to break the quiet, whispering in his ears, “So, what’s next?”

Featherweight blinked at the question, confused by it. There wasn’t anything else that he could think of. Zippy was the most beautiful mare in Equestria now, especially to him, they had slept together, and his life was complete. Or… was it? Something did nag at the back of his skull, trying to tell him something, even if he couldn’t quite grab it.

Zipporwhill shook her head as she snuggled into the crook of his arm. With her eyes closed like this, Featherweight couldn’t see the gold tint in her eyes. “I mean about you and your pictures, silly. I know you always wanted to take more.. explicit pictures, and,” she paused to squeeze him tighter, “I thought I would let you know, you have permission for anything you deem ‘necessary’ for those pictures.”

Featherweight’s cheeks turned a bright crimson at the mention of his pictures, and his plans did come back. Plans to make a mature magazine, to take pictures of naked mares, especially those that showed them after sex, and how he would be happy to be their mate before, or after their shoot.

He glanced at the mare in his arms, realizing what that meant. He had a mare that he loved, but if he were to do all that he had planned with the ring…

Then again, he thought as he looked to the glowing ring on his finger, he had permission, and there was no reason for him not to indulge in the privileges of a king. That didn’t mean that he could simply forget his queen though.

His hand slipped up her back, gently stroking through her hair as he whispered, “You’ll always beat all of them, and when I come home, we’ll make love, instead of just sex. Understand?”

Zipporwhill smiled back at him, and, instead of bothering with a reply, simply snuggled back into him, her breathing quickly becoming soft and smooth. Feather quickly followed her example, ideas of who he might need for music, costumes, and more floating in his mind.

Author's Note

In case you missed it, we got a pretty new cover art for the story! Hope you like it.