Author's Note

Dedicated to my wife.
I hope we can make love like this, always.

Make love to me

I recall my life before I lived in this one story house with my wife, Silica Gel. A mare, obviously, in the outskirts of Ponyville. What a name, Ponyville. It fits, though. And it is the friendliest place in the realm. There’s a pink mare named, get this, Pinkie Pie, that keeps the local’s spirits high, and mine, too.

I was a barber. I’m not one here, because manes and tails are too much to concentrate on, but there I was great at what I did. I could give anyone a ‘do that’d get them whatever they needed. It was a warm spring evening when I was done with my workday and left the shop and took in the mall around me, then all I heard was a pop sound, and then I was here. I had a headache for days, I assume I was shot in the head and this’ my afterlife.

When I get down to it, my life wasn’t that great before. But the life I tried to carve out here was way worse. I started in the far west, by the Catlands, and it took me a week before I gathered a gang of any that would follow me in an effort to usurp the current feline in charge. Took a day before I was captured and branded on my leg as a terrible person and banished from ever entering their lands.

I went through Diamond Dog territory, but they weren’t used to their prey fighting back, so they gave up after a couple bloody muzzles and lost teeth.

Finally I came into the Everfree Forest, that was the real challenge. Making it through that hell hole and surviving. Everything is out to get you in that place. From the plants to the trees, even critters were nipping at my ankles! After a day of running, hiding, power napping, and crawling like a worm, I found myself at the edge of the Apples’ farm.

They took me in and helped fix me up before I went to see a doctor and get checked out for real...

“Honey,” Sil called to me, “stop writing your book and come to bed.”

“I know, but it’s not just a book,” I sighed as I stood and stretched my arms. I looked back to see her eyeing me in that way. “It’s my autobiography. Ponies will read this for ages and know that the few humans here aren’t all bad.”

“I know, but I want a bad person in my bed tonight,” she looked at me with lidded eyes as I moved from the desk to the bed and the waiting mare in the sheets. I was naked from the waist down, as had become the custom for me around town, it seemed. I’d worn through my clothes pretty quickly surviving and Rarity, the town seamstress, wouldn’t let me wear what I had on, so she designed me a long shirt.

I’ve been wearing them since, and there’s a sense of freedom to be had with not wearing pants and letting everything dangle freely throughout the year. Except winter, that’s when it sucks and I have to buy pants at a premium. Element of generosity, indeed.

Getting into bed she scooted back to her side more as I climbed in and I couldn’t help but admire her pony body. Sure, it’s not even close to a human woman’s body, but something about being able to eat out a mare and pinch her nipples without having to stretch my arms to an extreme is really nice.

I leaned in and we kissed, she has such soft lips, and a long flat tongue that drives me wild. She almost always turns to her belly first because that’s how ponies make love, doggy style, er, pony style, I guess. It took a few tries to learn how to make it work between us, but now we do it all kinds of ways.

I can’t help but feel proud of myself, too. Ponies only last a minute, at best. Everything after that is pure lasting orgasm, and my fifteen to fifty minutes is enough to make her pass out when I’m done. Every mare in town wants to experience me, but I’m not into herding, as they call it. Having several mares to bed whenever they’re in the mood, or I am. Especially since I can’t procreate unless I let them turn me into a pony, even for a little while.

I climbed on top of her and she rolled to her side and grinned at me. “You’re gonna start sideways? Naughty, human.”

“Naughty wife, letting me,” I said as I straddled her hind leg and lifted the other with my hands. She inhaled sharply as I gripped her leg with my left and let my right hand slide to her dock. I easily found her wet entrance and grabbed my cock with my hand and slid it against her pussy from back to front before I lined it up and moved my hips to let it slide into her. I love how she snorts as I penetrate her, it’s so… animalistic. I grab her tail near the base and tug it, making sure it’s out of the way before I begin the fun part of pressing deeply into her until my hips are grinding against her rump.

She loves it, and she’s actually getting better tolerance to the time it takes me. Not by much, but something is something, right? She whimpers and bites her bottom lip as she reaches for my pillow to hold to herself as I ravage her. I grunt and growl slightly and it just makes it better, because she clenches tighter around me, fear of predators is great sex play.

Pulling her leg to the right I roll her to her back and let her leg free of my weight as I pull my long shirt off and toss it to the floor beside the bed and let myself fall over her with my arms to keep me propped. She’s already wiggling herself into position for me to reenter her but I wait.

“Make love to me,” she whispers, “please.”

“I will, but I want you to know that I love you for the mare you are, not just because of this.”

She looks at me wistfully and leans up to kiss me. “I know you’ve loved me for me since I first ran into you.” We share a laugh at the memory of her literally running into me while playing with some other mares on the main road. I fell over and she got a good look at my penis and blushed deeply enough to turn her fifty shades of red.

She bought me supper to apologize and now here we are, two years later and I’m penetrating her again. Her eyes widen as I slowly enter her, going as deep as my body will allow until I’m buried balls deep inside her. She’s still holding the pillow between us but fights to shove it away. Hooves aren’t very useful during sex and I laugh, take the pillow in my mouth, and move it away.

“Thanks,” she mumbles and places her hooves against my chest and rocks her hips up and we both gasp as we feel me slip at least an inch deeper inside her. The sensation is beyond words, but I do my duty and begin grinding against her, staying so deep it feels like we’re trying for a baby. If she were human, yeah, I’d be a daddy a couple times by now.

I feel her cervix and before I know it she’s beginning to come. She hooks her hooves over my shoulder and her rear legs are curled up, hooves pressing against my lower belly as she rocks. Her tail hairs brush my ass as she leans up and bites me on the neck and whinnies like crazy as the first orgasm flood her body.

She tightens her grip around my shoulders and stops biting me to let her head fall to the pillow and she screams like a woman now. She knows to move her hind legs now or else she’ll push me off the bed with a mighty buck.

I feel her contractions, her body trying to milk me as though I were done. Her body is in for a bit of a shock again. I stop and wait for her to stop shaking and kicking her legs so much before I start again. It’s been a long day and I won’t last much longer, but I won’t let her know that.

“Oh, horse apples, please, come in me! Right there, that’s it, right?” she asks. I nod as I lean in for another kiss. “Yes, that’s it. Do it for me you mighty stallion!”

I’m her stallion. Not a man, or anything else. I’m a stallion to her and she’s the woman of my dreams. I imagine her as a human. Large breasts, fair skin to contrast my cinnamon tone, and a pussy as tight as it is now. I feel the feeling. It’s growing from the tip of my cock and gliding its way down to the base.

“Turn over, I wanna finish in you the right way,” I tell her. She’s sweating a lot, and I see tears in her eyes from the emotional weight of release, and I see a smile on her muzzle. I lean up and she scrambles, carefully now, to turn over. Her tail moves to the side and I grab her cutie marks as my grip.

I learned that ponies don’t have hips for grabbing, not the way I’m used to, anyway. So, I don’t waste any time and I reenter her. She buries her face in her pillow and I let my left hand grab her mane and I pull as I begin to ride her in the way only lovers can. She really wants to watch me have sex with another mare… I think I’ll give her the pleasure of doing that, but not this week. This week is about us, this moment is about us.

I feel it tickling in my hips and cock. “I’m gonna come soon. Inside you, baby!” I grunt as I start the slapping sounds from her wetness that’s getting worse and my enthusiastic efforts.

“Yes, inside me, all of it! For our foals, please, inside me!” she pants as she raises and lowers her rump in stride with my motions.

Then, without much warning, it happens. I dig my fingers into her flanks and grunt long and hard. “I’m coming… inside you… so much and so deep…”

I feel my body tense as the rush of come flows from my cock into her body, then a few seconds later, I breathe again and fall onto her, panting faster than she is. She whimpers and sniffles and her ear smacks me in the eye. I chuckle between panting breaths and start to pull out of her. I love when she trembles as I leave her body.

Free, we both collapse into our sides of the bed, I have to move my pillow to my head, but I fall over and look at her. “I love you,” I whisper. She blinks her eyes clear and kisses me.

“I love you, too. That was amazing,” she says softly as I place a hand on her side and let my fingers drag through her coat. She looks at me seriously as my fingers continue back along her body. She slaps my forearm with her tail. “No, bad! No more, it’s closed for the night,” she huffs a heavy snort of nose steam at me.

“I know, but I was hoping for a late night snack from the deli.”

She rolls her eyes. “Everything’s closed until tomorrow, the last customer made quite the mess and it has to be cleaned up, by our very exhausted staff.” She smirks. She thinks she’s so clever.

“Well, I happen to have a staff that’s not very exhausted and can help you out with that problem, back there.”

She shoves me with her hoof playfully. “You’re awful! Just, let a mare recover before you even try that again, okay?”

I feel my cheeks hurting from smiling. “I know, just messing with you. I won’t take advantage of you, until you’re asleep.”

“If you do that again, I can’t promise I won’t buck you out of bed again.”

“I can’t promise I won’t climb back into bed and get right back to it,” I replied as I pinched her eartip.

“No, sleep now, sex tomorrow. Too sleepy, you mated me to sleep. See, me sleep?”

“Ah, I see what I want,” I said as I let my hand trail down her body again. Another slap from her tail and I knew she wasn’t having it. “I love you, Sil. I’ll dream of you, okay?”

She sighs lightly and is almost asleep. “I really have to pee,” she whines.

“Yeah, I hit your ‘pee’ spot. It’s right next to your ‘g’ spot! I get confused.”

She rolls out of bed and stumbles on her hooves as she makes her way to the bathroom. “A year and a half and you hit them both every time,” she jokes.

I love her in a way I never imagined love could be, not for one like me. I feel her climb back into bed and kiss me on my nose, she whispers something softly, and then silence. I don’t know when, but I fell asleep while she was leaving the room.

I really like this world, and if I had to choose, I’d never go back.