Summer's enthusiasm dulled a moment when the strange creature that would be her kirin entered her view. "Winter?"

The curious naked thing looked towards her. He had the hooves, but nothing else immediately seemed in place. The human was looking at her. He was gazing so peacefully, but she could feel he was happy to see her.

The fire in her gently reignited. "So majestic," she breathed out. He was quiet and attentive, just as she had hoped. "She said I had to fix you."

He nodded softly, eyes on her, looking entirely at her, possibly through her. She approached at a light trot, her smile growing. "Yes... Let's fix you. First, we have to get you home."

"And I have to get him out." Doctor Fetlock emerged from the darkness. "And conceal him. Remember, he is to stay at your side until he is cured." With a glowing horn she brought over a blanket and gently draped it over Winter Flame. "You stay under there until she says you should come out."

His nod was a soft undulation in the blanket, all the answer they would get.

Winter could see little, the blanket in the way, and was left with his thoughts. Even as he followed after Summer, all he could do was consider things. Winter Flame, he liked that name. But he was sure he had another, right? He frowned softly, sifting through his thoughts.

Walking used to be a lot easier. But he had been cursed, right? Summer would fix that. That didn't explain some of the things he could distantly remember. He had been using things he no longer had. When he sat down on something soft, he had a moment to look at his fore hooves. They looked neat, but... He had something. Something important. He tried to stretch them, but they were unresponsive to such commands.

He could feel movement, and hear other ponies talking softly. Summer was talking too. She hadn't really stopped talking.

"When we get home, yer gonna love it!" she insisted, gently bumping into his concealed form. "Just you wait. Winter Flame... I love it!" He could hear her hooves clop together.

He brought up his own hooves and tried tapping them together, finding he could make the same clip-clop noise if he wanted, though his sounded just a little different with his cloven hooves. Those hooves had the colors he has chosen.

Wait. Chosen? His mind went down a path it should not. He had wanted those colors. He would be a wintery blue color. He could see the character creation screen in his memory as he set the colors. That was what he should look like...

He could smell things. Fetlock? That was Fetlock. That was her blanket, so it stood to reason it was her scent on it. She smelled... nice? Was it normal to sniff someone out like that? Part of him said no. Part of him said yes.

He felt something nudge against him and looked down to see Summer's hoof had crept under the blanket and was softly exploring his side. He reached for her and took her hoof between his own. He could smell Summer and it was different. Still a mare's scent, but a difference he couldn't quite put to words.

The movement stopped. He could hear hooves and excitable talking. Ponies were moving. Her hoof drew away and he heard her step down. "Follow me," she gently called. "We're almost there."

So he did, trailing after her friendly voice. He tripped over himself a few times, but she was always there, helping him back up and keeping the blanket in place. It was hot, dry heat pressing in through the blanket that only made it worse. He could but hope they were as close as she had promised.

"Whattaya got there?" asked some other pony.

"Somethin' ah done picked up in Manehattan," replied Summer. He couldn't see it, but he could imagine her huge grin. "Ah'll show it later. It's a surprise fer now."

That was enough, they continued moving. She led him up some steps slowly, and finally the heat broke. They were inside, past a door. The inside of wherever they were was much cooler.

The blanket was drawn away, held in her teeth as Summer tossed it aside. "Welcome home!" She waved a hoof widely over her country house. "It ain't nothin' great, but it's mine--ours. It's ours." She approached on light hooves. "We're gonna share."

Winter regarded her quietly a moment. He had questions, but the words felt lazy. They didn't want to come out. Still, her words were warm and her smile was equally brilliant. He reached to pat her on the head, but his hoof didn't quite cooperate. He had been trying to put his hand on her head, to have his fingers rest around her ears, with them poking up through them. He hadn't even been thinking it, just went to do it.

Instead he casually bonked her once on the head with his hoof. She burst into laughter, eyes turned upwards to his hoof on her head. "Nice to see you too, now, hmm... You're still not quite there." She stepped in under his hoof, moving it to the small of her back as she began to nuzzle at his other arm, exploring it up towards his chest. "You're all naked and weird. C'mon, you need your fur." She planted a soft smooch on his arm, tongue felt a brief moment before she moved on. "Come with me."

She led the way to her bedroom, where a queen size bed rested that she hopped right onto. "She told me you were a spirit." She made appropriately spooky motions with her hooves. "A spirit that I need to help be all the kirin you should be."

He blinked softly. That actually made a lot of sense. His fractured memories were of his spirit-life, or his past life? They were what he was before he was... there.

"The way ah'm seein' it, yer just too used to all that spirit stuff." She waved it away. "And not used ta a body. So we'll fix that." She patted the bed beside herself. "Up! Up! C'mon." She was calling to him like a beloved pet.

He fixed her with a wry expression and she seemed to understand, looking suddenly nervous. "Sorry, ah know ya ain't no pet. Please, come here?" She gently ran her hoof over the top of the bed.

He put his ha--forehooves on the bed and pulled himself up, flopping over onto the bed. It was soft and nice and smelled of Summer.

"Now, first, know that I love you." She gestured from her heart to him. "Ah don't care how long it takes to get you settled in, so this ain't no hurry. Second, you're gonna get better, know that." She leaned in, pressing her soft nose against his, looking into his deep golden eyes. "Oh... Those are already perfect..." His eyes hadn't been golden before.

He slowly sat up, smiling at her. He felt stiff in a special place. He could feel blood rushing to fill his still-very-human shaft. His heart softly thundered as it rose to point at the pony that had caused it.

She noticed it, her cheeks going red. "Oh! Oh... Look what I did done..." She looked down away from his eyes, towards the twitching cock she had helped stir into action. "Are ya thinkin' 'bout me?" She rose to her hooves. "We ain't hardly done nothin' yet. Ya gettin' like that just thinkin' 'bout being with me?" Her tongue ran over her lips, working herself up with the idea of a male that eager to be with her.

He watched her body, the way its smooth curves flexed and moved. She was a healthy mare, and she was interested in him. He could feel himself growing harder, watching her. She was almost naked, her hat still on her head, even if it had a divot from where his hoof had crashed into it. He reached forward with his hoof and casually flicked it off of her, exposing her. No, she still had a bandanna. She was still more concealed than he was.

She was grinning dangerously widely, giggling with growing excitement. "Well now, that sure sounds like a yes." She stepped closer even as she turned, allowing him to see her side more easily, her tail twitching, threatening to lift, but not quite doing so. "But today is all about you." She pointed at him directly. "So you just relax and let me show you ah'm serious."

He slowly sank, sprawling off to the side, eyes set on her. He wanted to approach her, to do things to her, but she had been quite clear. He would do as she asked, because she loved him, and he loved her. The two came together, he felt certain. Something was off, but he was certain, at that moment, that he wanted what the mare was offering.

Summer leaned in, her breath washing over his sensitive belly as she slowly moved towards his twitching pole. "So happy to see me," she sighed over the aching tool. "Let me fix what ah did done." Her tongue flicked over over the mushroom like tip of the human phallus. A part of her hoped it would become...

What did Kirin have down there? They were part pony, she felt certain. They probably looked like ponies, just... bigger, and just as majestic as the rest of them. A smile spread over her lips as she took the strange head into her snout and began to nurse on it gently. On a stallion, that was the most sensitive part of their instrument, and doing that would have sent one into pleasurable fits.

Winter was making little motions, pawing at the bed with his hooves. His eyes had partially closed. She felt certain he was enjoying the ministrations, but he wasn't going into a pleasure overload. Then again, maybe spirit tools were different than stallion tools. She sank down over it, engulfing him slowly in warm heat as her tongue pressed and explored, tasting him. He was leaking a little as any pony might do, promising he was functional and ready to fill her with his love.

With care, she brought up a hoof and felt over his wrinkled sac, imagining it would be one day larger, and fuzzier. She just had to fill him with her love and adoration, to love him when he was at his least, she he could love her when he was at his most.

She could feel the tension in him increasing. He was moving more, but was just as quiet. He was enjoying her efforts, and this encouraged her onwards, sinking her entire snout over his aching member. She drew back just to plunge down, making the rough thrusts that a stallion might make when covering a mare. Her tongue coiled around the tool, squeezing it along with her lips, helping create the ideal furnace of wet love to encourage him.

His hooves touched the back of her head, pressing her down as she came down, rubbing gently as she rose up. He was clearly enjoying himself, but he hadn't released, to her surprise. Normally a stallion would have been done by then, she felt certain, but this was no stallion, this was her soul mate, depending on her to do things right.

He drove his hips against her as the tightness between his legs only seemed to increase with every motion. He felt like he was the king of the entire world in some strange way, or at least monarch of the bed they were on, the aching stiffness growing with every thundering beat of his heart. He couldn't see it, but she could feel it, his member flattening out into an equine shape under her skilled tongue. It swelled forward a few precious inches as the moment thundered closer and closer, each millimeter coming with a rapid heartbeat.

The time arrived, his senses going white, relief flowing into him in a paralyzing shudder, but he didn't spill into her, instead the flow seeming to go the other way. As he twitched and shuddered in the motions of release, his balls lurched in size, growing a pelt of smooth fur as they became larger and larger, just as she imagined a kirin should be.

Author's Note

I went ahead and marked this chapter for being pretty dang cloppy, which it is. Tony/Winter Flame enjoys his first thunderous climax as a kirin. I think he likes it.

Will he and Summer get along famously? Will Doctor Fetlock get what's coming to her? Reminder: This story is updating weekly!

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