The Temptress

“And for the first time that night I said something clear and audible that I knew deep down was something I would never, ever regret. ‘I won’t, Fresh Coat. ... I never would.’”

With those words, I wrapped up my story, feeling how even after all these years, the memories sent a smile to my face.

“And that, kids…” I said conclusively, looking at the colt and filly sitting on the black leather sofa opposite to me, “Is how I met your mother.”

I gave a short sigh, feeling my smile widen as I debauched in the memory. “Beautiful story, isn’t it?”

A little more than ten years had passed since I had met Fresh Coat, and since that fateful afternoon in her apartment. To be completely honest, I had been skeptical about our relationship during the first couple of weeks - not because I doubted my feelings for her or her feelings for me, but simply because I couldn’t get myself to believe that something like this could actually happen to somepony like me - finding a mare who I genuinely love, and who loves me as well. Falling for each other, starting a relationship, and eventually…

My thoughts came to a halt as my look came to rest on the two ponies opposite to me. No, not just any two ponies. My kids. Those of me and Fresh Coat. My … my wife.

I had to swallow as I let that sink in once again. Really, back when I had first met her, my life hadn’t necessarily been a dream. I had been a literal non-seller on the relationship-market, hadn’t been swimming in money, and had yet to build up any sort of reputation as an architect.

Then … well, then I had met her. And my life had taken such a massive turn for the better that even looking back on it today, I still had a hard time actually believing it.

However, my thoughts were interrupted as my words rang out and, contrary to my expectations, the two ponies’ eyes were wide with dismay, their looks revealing a mixture of both, shock and disgust.

“...what!?” the dark-beige filly asked after a few moments of tense silence, her face quickly contorting, “You did what with mom!?”

“Dad, gross!” her older brother, a light brown colt chimed in, screwing up his face, “I mean, she licked up your- … eww.” he shuddered.

“B-but I…” I stuttered, a little perplexed, “That was romantic! I mean, all this time we weren’t sure about our own feelings, and then, finally, we...” I hesitated, falling silent as I realized just what I had depicted to my eight and ten year old foals. “Oh.”

“Gross.” my daughter said again, getting up from the sofa they were sat on, “Come on Clay, let’s leave dad to his perverted phantasies.”

“I … wait.” I said hesitantly as I watched the two ponies walk out of our living room, “You haven’t heard the story of how Cinnamon finally found her better half yet! And that time your mother and Silver Platter changed places for a day and nopony noticed!”

But the kids were already on the way out, leaving me to watch after them with a dissatisfied frown.

However, it vanished as I could hear hoofsteps coming closer, and seconds later, the mare I loved most in this world stepped through the door.

I could feel my heart beat a little faster as I saw her. She hadn’t really changed too much throughout the years. Her mane was still done in that ever-familiar bun, though I sometimes caught myself wondering if that was to conceal first strands of gray hair; her face was showing first wrinkles in the corners of her eyes. But even after all these years, she still managed to produce that carefree, easy-going grin; the one thing I loved most about her, as she looked at me.

“You really gotta work on that G-rating, dear.” she said, cracking a smile at me. “I hope that didn’t traumatize the kids too much.”

“Uhm, yeah.” I admitted a little sheepishly, rubbing the back of my head with a hoof, “I guess I sorta just ... got carried away.”

“I can’t blame you.” Fresh Coat replied, smiling as she slowly came walking over to me. She stopped in front of me, looking at me with those beautiful magenta eyes of hers, and said, “I tend to get carried away as well when thinking about it. It was one of the best nights of my life, after all.” she admitted, closing her eyes and leaning in for a long, passionate kiss, which I reciprocated to the fullest, enjoying every second of it.

A few truly blissful moments later, she drew back, always keeping her eyes locked on mine.

A moment of silence passed, before she leaned in on me again, resting her forehead against mine, then said those four words I loved to hear most in this world - safe for my kids calling me dad, of course.

“I love you, Blank.”

I couldn’t help but to smile as she said it, my own emotions overwhelming me once again. I leaned in for another kiss, feeling her body slide onto mine as she leaned forward, softly sinking into my embrace, and making our bodies mold together like they had at the end of that long, passionate night so many years ago.

I kept my lips locked onto hers for a few blissful moments, then slowly pulled back, locked my eyes with hers again, and said the only five words I knew she needed to hear to send her into a land of bliss as well.

“I love you too, Fresh.”