Love Me

I woke up and inhaled the scent of Sil. She smells like a horse, but one that uses strawberry shampoo and conditioner. I never thought beastiality would be the best thing in my life, but here I am, married to a pony in a world that isn’t mine.

I keep a healthy distance from the other humans around the world. I guess there are about two hundred of us scattered about. There was talk about starting a human town, but none of us want to repeat the sins of the past, so we just blended into the places we were at. I know some mares, uh, women, are in long term relationships with ponies and one is with a gryphon. Good for them.

I kiss her forehead and brush her forelocks from her face, looking at her fluttering eyes behind their closed lids. She sleeps so soundly and it’s cute when she has a dream she’s active in, because her legs move like she’s trotting. Even with hooves, though, she doesn’t hurt me when she connects hoof to flesh.

She keeps them taken care of in a way I’ve never been able to with my finger nails, and it doesn’t help that I have sharp teeth and bite my nails. Ponies can’t do that. Plus one to ponykind. I will be honest though, as I look at her sleeping soundly, that she scares me too. Have you ever been married in the first place?

Take your life partner and give them three times your strength in their body and a kind, off-putting nature, and see what happens when they get mad. And for ponies, it’s easy to make them mad, in certain ways. Start gossip about one of their friends, fine. Start gossip about any member of family past first cousins? Have bandages ready. I got a few lacerations on my forearms from a mare that thought I was gossiping about her sister! Imagine if I really was? I might have been hospitalized.

And let me tell you that when you’re insulting a pony and they turn away, even a little, it’s not because they’re feeling defeated or leaving, it’s because they’re getting ready to buck you. Two high powered legs, flying at you at the speed of a striking snake, with the intent of getting you away from them.

Yeah, cracked a rib when that happened to me at a local pub. I just wanted to tell this colt he was being a dick to the mare he’d brought. Being a dick can be seen as flirting here just as much as back home, but I didn’t know biting was part of it. So, I’m there, trying to explain how to treat a lady, and boom, one to the chest, one to the gut.

Bad week of recovery began.

But, that was years ago, now. All I care about are the past two and a half, since Silica entered my life. All the love we’ve had and shared more than makes up for the few fights we’ve had. Mostly verbal, but when it got physical, holy crap can we both take a beating. And not a pony in town was upset with us for fighting!

It’s totally normal for mates to fight at times, as long as it isn’t serious, then it’s just seen as a quarrel over territory or something. I don’t get these creatures sometimes, yet who am I to judge?

I move back and roll from the bed, picking up my shirt and pulling it on. I move to the desk and begin to write more of my story when I hear her moan and yawn. “How’s my chocolate bar today?”

I smirk. “How’s my creamy donut?” I retort.

She moves out of the bed and comes up behind me, rears and holds onto the back of the chair, then nuzzles my cheek with hers. “I smell like you so much, every mare’s gonna be so jealous.”

“I know, but they’ll never have the real thing, only you will,” I say reaching back and holding the crown of her head.

“Honey, you know I want to start a family with you, right?” I roll my eyes and sigh, I know where this is going. “Look, you just need to be a pony for an hour, tops. I want your foals…” here it comes, “don’t you want to have some with me? Don’t you love me enough?”

“Yes,” I reply gruffly, “and you know I don’t like you guilting me into things.”

“If I didn’t, we wouldn’t be together, would we?” she teases me with words that make my mind reel in memory.

“Fine, I’ll think about it,” I state firmly. She jumps in place and does a two legged dance before landing on all fours and climbing onto my lap. The grin she’s wearing is enough to get me to give her a hundred bits to go shopping… what power will our children hold over me?

“That’s all I request, my love.” We kiss and she curls up on my lap as best she can. I pet her and we both love it, until the chair creaks. She gets off and moves to the doorway. “Breakfast of hay and oats?”

“Oh yeah, you know I love ‘em,” I reply. She smiles at me and leaves. We, and most ponies know, I can’t eat hay. Not if I want to avoid constipation issues, anyway. We joke about things the other can’t eat often, but won’t force the other to eat them, not anymore. Bacon is a beautiful thing, and ponies think so too. That is until they eat about a pound of it and then spend the next two days in the bathroom, cursing everything about life.

I can’t ever apologize to her enough.

I hear a log being tossed into the oven and smile. Fire is a beautiful thing, and it makes cold foods hot, and they’re so much better hot. You haven’t tried anything until you’ve had ah’slani with fva’ein cold, then hot. It melts me to my core, and she knows it. I’m fortunate to have such an amazing wife, such an amazing pony in my life. I can still remember what I did in the Everfree Forest to survive, the lives of ponies I took before I knew they were sapient. The goods I’d stolen and hoarded in hopes to come across another human to trade with.

The blood these hands spilt in ignorance will never see the light of day beyond my own repressed memories. I have to set a better example, for the children we’ll have someday.

I enter the kitchen and sit at the table, crossed legged on the floor, before she’s done setting it. “Good morning, my love,” I tell her. She places two plates on the table and kisses my cheek.

“And thanks for last night,” she tells me as she turns and returns to the stove, her tail swaying a little higher than normal, giving me a clear view of her nethers and the scent, oh, sweet Celestia we smell great together. She says it smells like buttery popcorn, but I say it smells like wildflowers by the ocean.

We both have our own experiences, I guess. Herbivore versus omnivore, and all that, we taste and smell things differently, it just is.

“You’re lost in thought again, husband,” she says placing a cup full of apple juice by my plate.

“Yeah, just thinking about how much I love you and can’t live without you,” I look intently at the juice.

“You’re adorable when you’re like this, but what aren’t you telling me? Is it about your book?”

“Kinda,” I shrug, “and apple juice again?”

“You know it’s the cheapest in town, and with the season just starting we need to save the bits until the harvest grows.”

“Yeah,” I sigh and take the drink in my hand and sip it lightly. Sour, damn it.

“Oh, I’m sorry, they only had green apples on sale when I bought them, is it too sour?”

“No, just right,” I muse as I set my cup down and away from me, more toward her place. I glance sideways at her and she’s wearing a frown.

“If you don’t want to save then go buy some oranges or watermelon and I’ll make a different drink for you.”

“Hey, what about coffee? That’s always in season,” I snark back.

“You know it makes my stomach turn to smell it. Why not tea? It’s cheap and good for you.”

“Why not just splurge and go out for breakfast, then? You go to your cafe and I’ll go to the burger joint!” Why am I getting upset over this conversation?

“So, you want to eat out? Then go out and eat, I’ll make breakfast for myself! I don’t need to have your criticism this early!”

“Don’t raise your voice and threaten me,” I’m losing my temper, why don’t I let it go?

“Or what? You’ll do to me what you did in the Everfree?!”

I stop and my breath hitches. She swore she’d never bring that darkness back to the light. I stand quickly and feel the fuming anger building in my chest and inhale, ready to shout her into her place at the bottom of the food chain, and turn, stomping to the doorway.

“Wait, I’m sorry-” she says in a pleading voice, but I’ve already slipped on my sandals and am out the door with a slam. I growl to myself and kick a foot worth of pebbles from the walkway further down the path and start to jog away. The door opens and I hear her shout after me, but I don’t want to hear it. I don’t want to hurt again, this time myself.

I was a monster then, and my heart aches when I recall what I’d done, and for her to bring it up during a casual argument kills me inside. The fact that I didn’t blow my top is something good, though. I know who I have to see, my confidant. The one mare in town that gets me, the weirdo! Amber Cupcake. Her cutie mark is an amber colored cupcake and her coat is, well, Amber, and her mane is black with amber highlights.

If there was a pony that fit her name, she’s it!

Sil isn’t following me, she knows better than to leave a burning stove alone. Fires aren’t taken lightly in small hamlets like this, and all our stuff has too much meaning to risk burning. Once I’m calmed down, I’ll go back and we’ll talk this out. Lovers argue, it’s normal. Right?

I arrive at Amber’s house and knock on the door, greeting ponies as they pass by name. I know almost every pony in town now, and they know me. They also know to not take me lightly. I am a fierce fighter and passionate lover, so the rumors go, and who am I to tell them otherwise? I certainly hope to never have to fight, because my training would leave a person with broken bones and in a hospital, what would happen with a pony if I were to fight them like it mattered?

Amber opened the door and smiled at me. “Hey! I didn’t expect to see you for a couple days. I’m just starting breakfast, have you eaten yet?”

“No, I kinda got into an argument with Sil and chose to leave before it got too bad.”

“Oh? Well, come in, please. Just, take your shoes off and sit at the table, I have coffee and potatoes started and I’ll throw on some eggs, as well.”

“Your kindness is heartwarming,” I tell her as I duck so I don’t bump my head as I enter her house. I slip my shoes off and sniff the air, it smells good. “So, what’re you doing today? Any big plans?”

“No, just sit around and take care of the house. I don’t work for another two days, so that means I have time to myself,” she uses her magic to stir some stuff on the stove, “so I guess you showing up is the start of a great couple days off.”

“Yeah, I hope so. I have to get a job soon, because Sil’s making enough, but it’s just enough.”

“Ah, and you don’t wanna live bit to bit? Who does?”

I smile weakly. “Exactly. And I can’t drink apple juice for breakfast every day.”

“Eeyuck, who can? Here, have some pear and orange juice. I made it yesterday for some drinks with friends, there’s no alcohol in it, don’t worry.”

“I’m not, Amber. Thanks,” I say taking the drink from her magic and smiling. I like how magic feels as I pass through it. I sip and the sweetness has a slight tart to it. “That’s really good. You should give the recipe to Sil, she needs it.”

“Oh, hush, it’s not that good. And, what were you two arguing about this time?” she asks putting a plate in front of me.

“Nothing. Almost literally. Nothing. It was stupid and she said something that really hurt me and I left. Now I’m here.”

“All that? Well, it’s a good thing you ran here as quickly as you could,” she joked as she took the plate she’d just set in front of me back to her and gave me some food, “so, what’s your plan then? Hide here until she comes to get you?”

I grin as the plate returns to me and I grab for a fork that isn’t there. “Fork, please? And I guess. She should worry a little about me, after what she said.”

I took the fork she quickly passed me and began to eat. “What did she say that was so mean?”

I swallowed and looked at the mare. “Just, things from my past that she said she wouldn’t bring up.”

“Oh,” she hummed as she took her seat and a spoon to her food, “so, would you like to help me out?”

“With what?”

“I’ve gotta spiffy up the house and my bedroom is a mess and I could use help with it. There’s also the backyard that needs some care before I can plant some food and-”

“Woah, okay, okay, what about starting simple. I’ll help you clean up and we’ll go from there. Sheesh, you’re lucky I’m such a nice guy.”

“Yeah, I’m jealous, too. Silica gets the best man in the world and I get one night stands,” she pouts.

“Well, maybe I can talk Sil into herding,” I joke. Big mistake.

“Oh my gosh! Really?! I’d be so happy to be with you and I’d treat you right and love you as much as you need!”

I lean back as she jumps from her spot and to me in a single bound and climbs into my lap. “Woah, I didn’t mean-”

“And I’d do anything to make you happy, like cook and clean and I’d never hurt your feelings,” she rambles before she kisses me. Her tongue slips into my mouth and I shudder, a wave of pleasure vibrates from my groin to my chest. “Sil told me you liked when she did that, I’d do that as often as you’d let me!”

I suppress the sudden desire that spiked and grab her by the shoulders. “No, I can’t just bring you over there and offer you to our family.”

“Why not?” she asks innocently. I forget that ponies can enter other relationships at the drop of a hat. I exhale and gently push her off and lean back, with my arms as supports.

“Because,” I finally start, only to feel a sudden sensation on my cock. “What?!”

“I see you’re unsheathed, so I’m just saying hello to it,” she winks and looks under my shirt. I sit up quickly but she uses her magic to do something I can’t describe to the underside of my penis and my balls. It’s a great feeling, to say the least. Then she whispers softly. “Just lay back.”

I can’t stop myself as I do just that. I think she’s casting a spell on me, because I’ve never even thought of doing this with her. Well, maybe a few times, but it was a while ago! What the pluck is happening? Why’d I say those stupid words and then she kissed me and now, holy crap, she’s putting her head under my shirt.

She takes me into her mouth and I know better than to worry about biting, since they have flat teeth. Her tongue and magic wrap around me in alternating strokes and she slurps as she goes. “Wow, it’s bigger than I thought it’d be,” she says in a muffled voice as I watch her horn pitch a bobbing tent under my shirt.

I lay back and moan as she goes to work like a professional. She’s way better than Sil, but I’d never say that to either of them. She giggles as she slows down but keeps the pressure on in the right ways. I feel it encroaching, climbing from my inner pelvis like thick molasses rolling to my cock.

“Ah, no… don’t. Stop,” I mumble drunkenly. It feels so good I can’t form a solid sentence.

“Don’t stop? That’s what I like to hear,” she says between slurps and starts rolling her tongue and using her magic in ways I haven’t felt since I was younger and back on my earth with women.

“Ough, gah, no, I can’t…”

“Do it, let me taste it,” she says as I lose what little control I had and let it shoot into her mouth. Only a few squirts, but I hear her swallow them all as she gently caresses my balls, giving a final squeeze before letting me go. She stands up and looks at me proudly. “Hmm, salty with a hint of sweetness in the aroma. I like it! More?” she drops her head and I scramble back.

I feel so bad! What just happened? How can I explain it to Sil? Why do I want more, even though I violated my marriage agreement to my wife. Amber prances to me and presses her lips to mine, letting her tongue enter my mouth again. She’s right, I am salty. I lose it again, my body takes over and I grab her cheeks and kiss her back.

“Are you sure you want to do this? There’s no going back,” I tell her. Sil’s been wanting me to get with another mare for over a year, and here’s a mare I know and trust, so it’ll be okay!

“Yes, please, I’ve wanted you for a whole year, since you turned me down last spring. No colt turns me down,” she giggles. Yeah, she’s a slut, that’s why she’s the weirdo in town. Mating whenever it suits her with anypony.

I push her to the ground and she giggles, rolls to her belly, and moves her tail. “No, that’s not how I do it, unless I wanna finish quick. We’re going to your bed.” She stands and trots to her room with me in close behind her. She lays on her bed again, tail aside as I climb beside her and push her over.

“Ouch! I thought you wanted to have sex,” she huffs.

“I do, my way. Lay on your back,” I tell her. She looks at me and her eyes widen slightly as a grin forms.

“Yes, master! I’ll do whatever you want.”

I roll my eyes. “It’s the easiest way to have sex between us that’s going to work without days of practice. Now, lay on your back.”

She looks puzzled, but rolls around until she’s on her back, her forelegs covering her barrel as though to keep her safe. I take off my shirt and toss it aside to the floor by the door and lay parallel to her. I take her left hind leg and move it between my legs and let her left leg rest on my right hip. “Ready?” I ask her. She looks down at me and shrugs.

“Sure? What’s this going to do? It’s really weird.”

I reach my right hand down and place it on her teats and gently massage the closest one to me. She lays her head back and moans softly. Mares and women love tit play! I let my hand slide down more and back a bit until I feel the heat from her pussy on my hand, then I start to finger her.

She sits up slightly at the new sensation. Fingers are way better than hooves at sex. I swirl, I press, I let my index finger slide into her and wiggle around, just to get a feeling for her before I move my hips closer and, using my finger as a guide, slowly penetrate her body. She gasps and sits up, looking down at our crossed legs and then to me, then back to my cock as it disappears inside her body.

With a slow motion I’m all the way inside her and she nickers in delight. I tighten my legs around hers as an anchor and begin to fuck her like the naughty pony she is. I press deeply inside her and pull out almost all the way, then slap back into her again and again. I feel her clit just inside her pussy lips with my finger and start to rub her like I was making love to a woman, like I was making love with Sil.

I press slightly and make circles at her nub, then let my middle finger slide inside her while I’m pulling out and alternate my cock for finger so she’s always getting one or the other. I feel her start to wink, which is a dead giveaway that she’s going to come soon so i keep the pace. She’s moaning, nickering, pawing at the air like she’s trying to knock a balloon away, or something.

She comes within a minute, true to pony nature. She screams like a woman and it turns into a whinney as she does a few sit-ups as she orgasms, then falls flat to the bed, exhaling a laugh. “Wow, that was great,” she starts but stops as I continue to have sex with her. “What, what’re you doing?”

“Just getting started,” I say as I grab her right hindleg and use it to pull myself closer to her body, sliding deeper inside her. Now that she’s come her body is inviting me in. I can go deeper than before and keep at it for longer than she can handle. She shouldn’t have sucked me off first.

I grind my hips against her body as I go and she can’t seem to decide how to handle the situation. I’m in total control so she can’t stop me, and I don’t think she wants to. Not yet. We’ll see how she fares in due time.

I keep at it for several minutes. I don’t finger her like I was, but I use my first two fingers to spread her pussy open and to press against the sides of my cock as I enter and leave her body until I start to get tired. My lower leg’s cramping so I release her and she starts to weep.

“Are, do you, better now?”

I chuckle. “Half way there, stay on your back and don’t roll over.” She looks at me intently, almost on the verge of crying, but she nods.”

“Yes, Master.”

I climb on top of her and grab her hind hooves, pushing them closer to her head than she’d like as I look at her winking pussy. Her lips are amber, like her name, but she’s bright red inside. I watch for a few seconds and then I line up my cock again and without care or caution I let myself fall into her.

She gasps and whimpers, kicks her hind hooves. I’m experienced enough to keep a grip and guide them away from me as I stay deep inside her and begin to gyrate my pelvis against her dock. She’s whining, moaning, tears are spilling from her eyes. We’re both loving this! She’s starting to get creamy.

That’s what I call it when multiple orgams happen in a pony. She’s making all kinds of fluids and they’re discharging all over my belly and thighs. Every few seconds of squishing yields a new squirt of perfumed juices against my body. I’m going to have to explain this carefully to Sil when I get back.

Amber looks at me and leans up, her muzzle is more than long enough for me to reach and I kiss her, letting our tongues dance in each other's mouths as I enter and exit her body. I feel it starting. It’s going to happen and I’m going to come inside her and it’s going to mark her as mine, a member of my herd, if she wants to join.

I stop kissing and fucking her. “Are you sure?” She nods slightly, too tired to speak and too orgamsic to care. “Turn to your belly, I’ll finish the normal way.”

She inhales deeply as I leave her and in one motion rolls to her belly, spilling her juices across her bed and legs as she does. I grab her cutie marks and reenter her. It’s better this time. Her winking pussy is moving in time with my thrusts and it’s massaging me just right. Fuck magic, everything about this mare is amazing. I grunt as I usually do when I’m getting close and start pulling her in rhythm to my motions. I feel my legs getting wetter and wetter as she comes again. Her face is buried into her pillow and she’s screaming in ecstacy.

That’s it, the last straw. “I’m coming in you!” I grunt as I dig my fingers into her cutie marks and thrust as deeply as I can. I call her name with each squirt I give her waiting womb and then fall onto her back and roll off. I laugh as she lets a pussy fart go and falls to her side. “I’m covered in you.”

She’s asleep and her whole body is trembling. She’s pawing her hooves at nothing and she’s weeping silently.

I grin at a job well done and use her comforter to wipe myself off then roll to my feet and freeze. “Sil, I can explain,” I say quickly to my wife, who just saw, Celestia knows how much, before she leaves the room.