Still Love Me?

by Mochas Dungeon

Rating: mature
Tags: My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, Human, Romance, Original Character, Porn, Sex
Length: 3195

My wife and I can't seem to get anything done sometimes.

The kids are out to school and we have to clean up breakfast, it's so easy anypony could do it.

Contains human pony sex in appropriate positions.

Cover art by Pillowrabbit
Edited by Deltablaze22 and Calming Moon

Published 2017-05-01 03:20:01 UTC
Last updated 2017-05-01 03:20:01 UTC

Spilled something

It was another beautiful day in Ponyville. The wind was blowing softly through the trees and a bird chirped from one of them, a gentle tune that send my teeth grinding. It was way too early to be awake, and a bird wasn’t going to be the one to pull me from my dreams of action and adventure. A fine contrast to the world I live in now.

I woke up, begrudgingly, went to the window, and threw one of my sandals at the tree to no avail. The bird seemed to call over more birds just to mock me. The chirping was an incessant drill into my morning brain that I wanted to hear no more of, so I shut the shutters and window, drew the curtains, and returned to bed.

Silver, my wife, grunted as I flopped sideways across the bed and resting my head on her body, waking her with me. We both shared the mood of the morning, kinda pissy.

“Why’d you wake me up?” she whined as she stretched her forelegs and rolled to her back.

“Cuz the birds are back.”

“So? You’re a human, be mean to them,” she rested a hoof on my bare chest and I saw her look at me with that ‘you’re stupid’ look all females make.

“I’m not just mean, I’m nice too. I got Fluttershy that salad the other day… the one she gave to her animals.”

“Yeah, and you’re still upset about it. Get over it,” she said flatly and poked me with her hoof. “You’re a grown adult, stop brooding. It’s not why I married you.”

“Well I married you because I love you, and because you’re everything in a woman I’d look for, but in a pony ... Why’d you marry me?” I asked her with curiosity in my tone. I love her answers.

“Because you’re great in bed,” she said casually. I lifted my head to look at her and she was smirking. “You know it’s because you’re the best. Not just a man, or in bed, or taking care of the house, but you fill the holes I feel inside me and you get me when other ponies don’t. Really,” she said as she scooted up to rest her back on the headboard, “when I have a real problem, ponies can’t offer advice. You can.”

I chuckled softly and readjusted myself on her lower legs, her nipples right before me were meaningless compared to the love I saw when I looked into the mare’s eyes. She understood me in ways no human ever could, and I understood her in no way a pony would ever understand. Plus she’s great in bed.

“Yeah, and you get me. Since we’re awake,” I started and she rolled her eyes.

“You’re insatiable. We just did it three days ago, you need more?”

“You know I’m a monster when it comes to that.”

She sighed and looks to the door. “Not right now, we’re expecting company.”

I looked at her perked ears and sighed. The door burst open and the room filled with giggles and hoof falls, little ones. A mere couple seconds later the two children we’ve raised together were asking for breakfast, hugging us, bouncing on the bed; overall giving us a better way to wake up than birds, for sure.

I pulled on my shirt and followed Silver into the kitchen that was adjacent to our room and patted her back as I passed to the den where the children were playing with toys. I looked at our youngest, my little colt Day Light, and smiled at his enthusiasm as he tried to bounce a ball on his muzzle and then my eyes turned to Night Light, his sister.

She was casually singing to a pony doll I’d bought for her over Hearths Warming about friendship is all we need. She got her cutie mark last year while we were asleep, and thankfully no pony asked much about it. It’s two hearts intertwined around a human hand, it could have been so much different and I’m happy she has what she has.

She wants to be a veterinarian, so she can study humans and other bipedal creatures. She’s got a larger plan than I did when I was six, I wanted to eat the most dirt and turn into a mud monster. She wants to be a doctor.

The apple fell way far from the tree with that one, but I’m so proud of them. They should be more than I was and am. I take a seat on the couch, love seat as far as I’m concerned, and I pat my lap once. Day Light looks up to me and drops the ball, turns, and before the ball bounces he’s bucked it at me. I lunge to catch it, but it goes wide and hits the wall, knocking a picture of Silver and me to the floor.

It clatters and we all go silent, looking intently at the partition that separates meal area from social area for a long second. As I’m moving to get the picture I hear a hoof tapping and I flinch. Looking back over my shoulder I give a nervous smile. “Hey, it’s okay, it wasn’t glass.”

She’s tapping her hoof like a true mother then she stops the noise. “Please, play outside,” she tells me, then smiles at me, “I don’t want to lose a window.”

I hop up and run for the door, ball in hand. “Okay! Who wants to play ball before school?”

The foals hop to their hooves and chase after me. I look back to see Silvie smiling and shaking her head. I know she feels like she has three children, but I’m not always immature, honest.

The scent of breakfast catches Night’s nose first and she lets the ball drop to her forehooves, sniffing the air. Day follows her actions and they look to the opened door of our home and gallop inside the house.

“Wipe your hooves!” I shout to them as I jog to the ball. I hear the song of a scolding mother repeating my message and smile. I really thought that ponies were all sunshine and rainbows, but once you get to know them, they’re just as random and strict as any human. They just talk their problems out more than I do, I guess.

I walk to the house, holding the bouncy ball, and walk in to see the children sitting at the table, plates of hay and oats galore before them, and juice. Always apple, darn it. I look to my wife, the pony I love and won’t risk losing again, setting my place with eggs, oatmeal, coffee, toast and jam with her magic.

“Aw, Mommy, why’s Daddy always get the best breakfast?”

“Because, he can’t eat hay, stupid.”

“Day Light, don’t call your sister that,” Silver interjects blandly as she pours me a drink.

“But she should know that by now.”

“I do! I just want toast and jam too.”

I walk around the table and sit on the floor cross legged, so the table is at the right height for me, and lean over to kiss Silvie on the cheek. “Thanks, it’s amazing.”

She giggles. “You haven’t tried anything yet.”

“You made it, so it’s great,” I reply softly. She sighs and nuzzles me and we have a nice moment while the children argue about whatever. Parenting ponies is easy, just let them fight it out and get involved when it goes too far. “Okay, that’s enough,” I say firmly in the children’s direction. They stop immediately and look at me, sitting up proper. “Eat up and school. It’s End Day, so we have three whole days together.”

They grin at me and mom then start to eat. “Use your manners,” Silive tells them as she turns to get her own plate set. I smack her flank and she hops, looks back with a smile, and swishes her tail in my face. I grab her tail and tug. “Ouch, don’t be rough.” I reach and grab her thigh and pull her back to me quickly.

With a yelp she falls over herself and lands in my lap. I resist the urge to grunt as her full weight lands on me and she’s easily ten pounds heavier than I am at the peak of winter, and I kiss her. She mumbles something then relaxes into my embrace. My finger traces a circle on her belly as we exchange spit and my hand starts sliding down her body. As our tongues start to dance the young ones at the table exchange a classic ‘eww’ that stops me from going too far.

“Don’t stop,” she says breathily and uses her magic to move my hand back to her lower belly, but I resist.

“Not in front of the children,” I smirk and shake my head.

“It’s just sex, it’s not a big deal.”

I lean in and kiss Silver again, a light kiss this time. “It’s more than that to me. Eat up, Honey, we’ll do that later.”

I help her roll forward until she lands awkwardly on her rump and forehooves, then she stands and snorts. “You’re mean to me, getting me ready and not doing anything because the children are here.”

“I love you, but let’s talk about that after they leave for school.”

“Okay, I’ll wait, but not forever.” She sets her place and sits next to me, resting her head on my shoulder. “I love you, my big human.”

“I love you too, my little pony. Now, eat up and get ready for the day!” I shrug her off and she sticks her tongue out at me. “We have to go shopping and I have to get ready for the camping trip, sweet filly.”

“What, Dad?”

“Not you, Night Light. I was talking to your mommy.”

“My bad, sorry,” the young mare says with a mouth full of hay, oats falling to her plate.

“Eat up, so you can be my big little pony.”

“Daddy,” Day Light says putting his cup of juice down, “that doesn’t make sense. You can’t be a ‘big little’.”

“Yes you can, I’m going to be that.”

“Nuh-uh, Night Light, you’re little like me.”

“Mom! Day Light said I’m little.”

“And they said parenting was fun,” Silver whispers to me. I nod and take a fork to my eggs.

“Have a great day at school!”

“We will, daddy! Love you and mommy,” Day Light shouts as he gallops after his sister down the dirt road. I wave again and turn back into the house and pat my belly. “Silvie, you think I’m getting fat?”

“No, and it wouldn’t matter if you were. I love you for the human you are, not the size of your sides.”

I chuckle. “Humans get fat on their bellies first, mostly. But thanks, I needed to hear that.”

I walk through the living room and into the kitchen to see her reared up onto the counter over the sink and cleaning dishes. It’s always awe inspiring to see stuff floating around and happening but the ponies around don’t even seem to notice. I walk behind her and place my hands on her shoulders.

I let my fingers slide down her forelegs and she moans, lifting her head so she can nuzzle me. Wrapping her into a hug from behind I bite her ear just hard enough to let her know my intentions. “You’re as bad as when we met.”

“Only now we know each other a little better,” I reply and let my fingertips run roughly along her underbelly. Her legs wobble but she holds her hoofing as I start to finger her. I start with small strokes, just to make sure she’s in the mood and not faking it, then I feel the moisture that begs for more.

I let my middle finger slide inside her, followed by my index finger and I feel her tremble as she sets all the dishes down and braces herself. I start a slow rhythm of going as deep as I can, wiggling my fingers, then withdrawing while nuzzling into her mane and moaning with her. I feel my shirt being tugged up and smile.

Once it’s high enough so I can feel her tail hairs on my belly I slide my fingers from her and kneel on my knees and help her lean back and take me inside her. She huffs and nickers as her hind legs start to move, making her rock back and forth on my hard cock. Her forehooves are scratching the cabinet as she keeps herself up, then I give her a surprise.

I reach around her belly with my left arm to help me stay up, then reach my right hand between our bodies and under her right leg. “What’re you--” she gasps as I let my fingers press against her vulva. I slide them inside her wet lips and start rubbing her clit in rhythm with her rocking. Her forehooves scramble for a comfortable placement as her body is exploding with sensations, scratching paint from the sink area as she whimpers and moans.

In a swift motion I haven’t seen in years she slides off me and pounces, knocking me to my back and she mounts me, drops her haunches to my thighs and places her forehooves on my chest. She looks to the ceiling as she starts riding me like I’d ride her on certain nights, only this is way hotter.

The squishing sounds, the weight of her upon my body, her hooves pressing into my shirt. It’s all so awesome, I don’t want it to end. I let my hands trail across her sides while I rock my hips up everytime she moves forward so I can keep the right pressure on her clit then down everytime she goes back, so I get as deep as I can.

“Ah, you’re so deep inside me, it feels so good. I’m getting close, come with me.”

“Cum for me, my naughty filly. Do it, you know you wanna.”

I feel her cervix, I’m so deep. Sweat forms on her brow as she begins to huff and pant, her horn sparks and she winces like she’s in pain as I feel her get as tight as when we first started having sex. Celestia, it’s so tight I could cum right now if I was able.

“Yes, come for me, baby. That’s a good mare, take it all,” I growl to her, which sends another wave of orgasm through her. Her body stiffens and her horn sparks a few more times, then she collapses onto me and rolls off, panting and trembling.

“You, were supposed to, cum with me,” she whispers.

“I’m close, hurry, let’s go to bed,” I tell her. I roll to my front and do a pushup and am in the bedroom before she can get to her hooves. “C’mon, don’t be a turtle,” I tease. She trots into the room and starts to climb onto the bed but I stop her.

“That’s enough, right there.”

“What?” she asks as I get behind her and push her barrel to the bed, move her tail aside and grab my still rock hard cock. “This is so weird,” she comments as I guide myself into her. Her rear legs stiffen again as I enter her and one of her hooves scratches across my foot, but I don’t mind. I start humping her, those delicious smells and sounds are back.

This time I’m at a disadvantage. I’m watching myself penetrate her body, in and out. In and out. I look at her, pawing the comforter and burying her muzzle into a pillow as she screams so it’s muffled. I’m the predator, taking my prey.

“I’m almost there, Silvie. Right there, I feel it coming.”

She lifts her face from the pillow. “Yes, come in me, my stallion. Fill me with your hot cum. I wanna smell like you all day. I want it to stick my tail hair together and get the other mares jealous, do it, inside me.”

With her encouragement I let it loose. Her words ring in my ears as I grunt and thrust forward, squirting my seed into her body, coating her vaginal walls and pressing so deep I imagine filling her waiting womb with each splurt. I release her tail and slap her flank as I slide out, watching as some of my hard work spills from her body and pools onto the floor.

My legs are so weak I barely fall onto the bed, resting in the same position as she is. She giggles and swallows hard. “Is it my turn to be the stallion?”

“Uh, how about no. I just need to rest for a minute,” I say, pulling myself into the bed and rolling to my side.

“You rest and recover. I have dishes to finish, then I’ve got errands to run. If you’re up by then, are you coming along?”

I smirk. “I just came along.”

She pokes me with her hoof. “I’m serious, I have some things I need to shop for and want you to come with me.”

“I just came in you, doesn’t that count?”

She climbs on the bed and lays next to me, muzzle to nose. Her breath smells like barn. “You are so naughty to me. Do you ever think about anything besides sex?”

I think for a moment. “Food? Sometimes sleep.”

“All males are the same, I swear. I’ll go shopping, you just make sure the house is tidy and clean. We might have guests tonight.”

“Oh really? Who might come over?”

“Depends on who I come across when I’m shopping. I’ve got to let them know you’re the best human in town still, and spending time with other ponies is how you’ll do that.”

“We’ll make them green with envy,” I grin, “except the ones that are already green. They’ll just be envious.”

With a roll of her eyes I pull her lips to mine and let my hand trail down her side. “Nuh-uh-uh. You’ve already filled the bus with passengers.”

“What if I climb under the tail?”

She shoves me and makes a ‘gross’ sound. “No way, that’s for fillies and colt cuddlers. I love you, but I’ve got a list to complete.”

I sigh and roll to my back, looking down to my toes to see my dick in between, standing at half mast. I sigh and let my eyes trail the lines in the ceiling then my body shudders with pleasure as she takes me into her mouth with a quick suck. I feel her tongue dance around my shaft and brush across the tip.

Then, it’s over and I feel disappointed. She swallows and looks at me in that sultry way she does. “That’s what you get for being so naughty to me, having sex with me in the kitchen so early in the day.”

“It was so worth it. I love you, my pony wife.”

“I love you too, my human stallion.”