A Winter wonderland

Journal entry of Mark Robertson

Oh what sweet release! What rapture to be unburdened! O frabjous day! Callooh! Callay!
Ahem anyway...

I received Winter's reply by first post this morning. In her short note, she begged me to wait until tonight, for she couldn't get out of work that night. She entreated me to say whatever I had to say, but gently “For the affection towards me you have expressed so far, I beg you that if you must break my heart, then remember me, and be kind.” she wrote at one point before crossing it out and substituting a more subdued phrasing.

I closed the shop early today, both due to lack of custom and my nerves. I showered, cleaned my bedroom, and began preparing a meal that Winter would like, and I could stomach – a vegetarian quiche. Being an only child of busy parents meant I had to learn to cook and clean for myself from the age of fourteen, once my parents thought I was old enough to be home on my own. My cooking skills are a bit rusty, since I have fallen into the habit of simply frying or roasting the meat specially imported for me and boiling a few vegetables. Still, I knew the recipe off by heart, and was sure it would turn out well. I Went out to buy dessert, settling on a banana cheesecake. I considered popping into the chemists to get some “protection” but Winter wasn't in heat, and even if she was, a Human couldn't possibly make a Pony pregnant.

Instead, I went home, and after setting the table, I retrieved my rosary from the back of the draw in my bedside cabinet, and prayed a decade, to calm my nerves. I finished up with a personal prayer for strength and to speak truly.
'Lord, guide my thoughts and words tonight. Give me the courage to speak the truth, and the right words to say to spare the feelings of the one I love. In the name of the Father, the Son, and the Holy Spirit. Amen. I made the sign of the cross, and went to the mirror to ensure I was still presentable.

At seven O'clock – precisely, the doorbell rang, announcing the arrival of Winter. With leaden steps I went to the door and opened it. I cannot recall exactly what we first said to each other. It was slightly awkward as we were both very happy to see each other again, and yet the reason she was here hung over us like the clouds that were being gathered on the horizon. At dinner we spoke very little, restricting our conversation to minor matters. Eventually though, I broached the subject as we finished off our dessert.

With a deep sigh I broke the silence, 'Winter, The reason I wrote that letter asking you to visit urgently is because I'm having doubts.'
She opened her mouth to speak, but I forestalled her by holding up my hand.
'Please, Winter, let me finish. I'm not saying I don't love you and want to break up with you, but I'm saying I'm not as comfortable with being here in Equestria as well as being in love with you as I thought I was.'

Her expression became one of mingled relief and concern, and it was a while before she said anything.
'So, you're saying you're still homesick?' she asked, genuinely concerned.
'Yes. I thought I had accepted that my home was here now, that there was no going back, so I should make a life for myself here. But last night, I had a terrible nightmare. Luckily Princess Luna was on hand to help me understand what was going on.'
'So what exactly is the matter? Please, you can tell me everything.' she pleaded with me.

And so it all poured out of me. All my doubts and fears and deepest desires.
I told her, ' Winter, even though I love you, and could very happily marry you. And when the time is right, I intend to. The fact is, there is still a part of me that substitutes you – wonderful, marvellous you- for some nameless, faceless Human woman. I'm not saying that I regret our relationship, or that you're not good enough for me. I'm just saying that I need you to know that I still have the desire for my own species and my old world.'
I finished, full of shame and in fear of how she'd react.

'Mark, thank you for telling me all this, it makes what I'm about to say all the easier.' she said, voice heavy with emotion.

I looked up, panic stricken, waiting for her words, expecting a break-up line. What came instead was yet another example of why I loved her.
'You're not the only one who has had doubts about “us” and our relationship. When I was young, I wanted only three things from my life. Firstly, to work in the weather factory, helping to make the most beautiful winters possible. Secondly, to find a decent kind stallion with whom to share my life with. I've done the first two, more or less. The third is where the problem lies. You're a Human, and I'm a Pony. While I know nothing can be counted out, it's very likely that we can't have children together. The final thing I wanted was to have children with that decent kind stallion. While I too love you, and consider you to be a decent kind man, I still have the niggling worry about committing myself to a life with the possibility of missing out on that.'

I took a moment to process what she had just told me. And then it dawned on me.
'Oh Winter, we have been damn fools!' Both of us didn't want to admit to the other that we had our doubts for fear of upsetting the other! But don't you see? That was only ever going to make things worse.'

'What are you saying?' she asked

'I'm saying we should have been honest with each other from the start. If we want this relationship to work, we have to share how we feel, not bottle it up, thinking we're doing the right thing.' I explained.
'I guess so, you're right.' she replied, after a pregnant pause.
'Thanks, but I can't claim the credit for this idea. I'm just following Princess Luna's advice. It was her that said we ought to be open about our feelings.'
'Well, I'm willing to give it a try if you are.' she said, smiling nervously.
'I am! Let's head to the couch, and just – be with each other, no talking. Just sit together and relax.'
'Sounds good to me.' came the eager reply.

We made our way to my tiny living room, where a small sofa was placed in front of the fireplace. After prodding the embers and putting more wood on the fire, I sat myself down next to Winter, who then settled herself between my legs. I don't know how long we sat there but it seemed like hours that we sat there snuggled up together, with no sound but the crackling of the fire and our own breathing. Eventually I began to caress her, to murmurers of approval. By degrees I moved to her haunch, and lazily traced over her cutie mark – the larger bottom snowflake in particular.
'Don't!' she giggled, squirming slightly.
It was then that I had a wicked idea. I slid my hands to the inside of her thigh, and found both of her teats. Winter let out a gasp and the warmth of my hand that became a moan as I gently kneaded the pliant flesh. When I gently pinched and tweaked the nipples she let out a nervous moan. After a while I could smell the scent of her arousal and I could feel my member trapped between our bodies, and straining to poke out of the top of my boxers.
'Mark!' Winter moaned my name plaintively, looking up at me.
That was all it took, we both knew what we wanted – no, what we needed.
With almost indecent haste I lost my trousers, and she moved so that I was between her legs.

I gazed down at her almost black teats and puffy pony pussy, slick with her juices, and then to her face, flushed with desire before sliding myself into her welcoming depths again. This time we moved in unison, thrust meeting thrust, at a slow, even tempo. We held tight to each other and said nothing, but simply communicated our desires by touch, a look or a moan. Once again, Winter had several orgasms before my own, and when I came, she even managed to squirt a little as she experienced a massive final orgasm.

We fell asleep like that, my softening member still inside her and our limbs entangled in each other. We woke a little before dawn, and before long we were going at it again. This time she was the little spoon, and I took short thrusts into her while I caressed her teats once more. The sensation of this position had the surprising effect of making me cum before her, but she didn't seem to mind and actually drifted off to sleep with a contented smile. We didn't actually rouse ourselves until well after sunrise. Winter had to make a mad dash for work, with hardly time to do more than have a quick shower and a few pieces of marmalade on toast for breakfast. She said goodbye and gave me a peck on the cheek before flying off as fast as she could.

I spent the morning having to clean up the mess we had made on my couch, regretting the hastiness that had led to our choice of location.