John Sampson's Story

It’s that damned noise again! The screech of it is tearing my ears apart but Swift is on top of me and our hearts are still linked. She starts to roll off of me so I clutch her to me, holding on for dear life.

“John, what’s the matter? You know we have to get up.”

“I never want to be separated from you ever again.”

“Silly stallion. We can’t be separated. Now let me turn that noise off.”

I loosen my grip and she slips away off to the side of the bed. I roll and sit up on the other side of the bed feeling my chest. There’s no blood or injury, just the same old skin. But then I feel her. With back turned and eyes closed I know that Swift is right there and moving that way. The world is the way it should be.

“Swift, why did I wait so long to do this?”

“Because you couldn’t until you finished turning into a pony?”

“I like this. I think I’ll make some tea.”

As I fumble about the kitchen, “Swift, what do you think of Colt? Specifically, do you think he can handle a complicated clerk’s job?”

“John, one of his biggest problems is that he is too much of a bookworm. He volunteered for the squad so he could feel like he is doing something important. He made it through the training on sheer guts. If you could find him a clerk job that made a difference, he would be in heaven. His full name is Berry Blush.”

“Good deal. I think I’ve got one for him.”

Otherwise today is pretty much a duplicate of yesterday except I dress in new cammies and I have a new heart. When we make it to the cafeteria I order three eggs, toast, and strawberries. Corporal Red Dawn is sitting with his back to us so I walk by him and turn, “Mind if we sit here?”

He shoots up out of his chair like somepony has shoved a rocket up his butt. “Yes, Sir! . . . I mean, No, Sir.”

“Sit, Red Dawn.” And we sit opposite him. “Do you see any uniform or insignia on me?”

“No, Sir.”

“’No, John.’ I have staff rank because I am the single individual in Equestria that has even heard of several foreign powers. In case something goes wrong I will stand next to the commanders and tell them what I know of the enemy. I’ve never held a sword or worn armor in my life. It’s why you’ll see me talking to Royals too. I had an appointment yesterday and I have one today so I’ll wear my uniform and rank after PT. Until then I’m John, a lost traveler.”

“What about the Captain?”

“Captain Swift Trail is my keeper. She’s a friend too but her primary job is to keep me from screwing up. It is being discussed if I can be sent through Basic. Being human, absolutely nothing comes in my size.”

When we enter the gym I turn to Red Dawn and say, “If you have any suggestions that might let me push myself, I’m interested.”

“I’ll think about that,” he smiled.

I start on pushups and jacks again while Red Dawn walks into a small ambush by several ponies his age.

Then I decide to get creative again. I put a deadpony on each end of the barbell and go jogging with it on my shoulders. After about five laps I am sweating a little so I rack the weights and go looking at the machines. They all seem about right for finger exercises but I find a big rope like you would use for a tug of war. Taking it with me, I go to where Red Dawn and his friends are doing calisthenics. “Hey Red Dawn. I need a challenge. How many of your friends can you get on this rope?”

Seven of them jump up so we move to the open floor and stretch the rope. Red Dawn looks at me and says, “It doesn’t matter how strong you are, John. We outweigh you.”

I wrap the rope across my waist and set my feet. Somepony calls “Go!” and they start pulling. As Red Dawn predicted, my feet begin to slide on the floor. Something inside me says ‘NO!’ and I feel power pulse through my legs and feet. I stop moving. Then I take a step. They are sliding now. As I concentrate, it gets easier and I begin striding across the floor with eight ponies in tow. Nearing a rack of weights, I stop.

“Hey Red Dawn, that all the friends you got?” We have most of the gym watching us by now. Six more ponies volunteer and we lay the rope out again. The same Unicorn calls “GO!” again. This time the rope doesn’t move either way. I lean into it hard and still it doesn’t move. There is a loud ‘crack’ and I stumble forward holding a slack rope.

The Unicorn that was judging looks at me and says, “You have Earth pony magic. I saw it that time.”

“Are you sure?”

Now we have a very puzzled Unicorn, “How could you not know?”

“This is just my second day as a pony.”

“What did you say, John Sampson?”

“I just took my Oath two days ago and it took full effect yesterday so I’m still learning how to be a pony.”

There was complete silence. The Unicorn looked carefully at me and asked, “Was that Oath in the Royal Court two mornings ago?”

“Yes.”

“John Sampson, that was Alicorn level magic.”

“Well, of course. There were three Alicorns in the room and Celestia Herself accepted it.”

“No, John. The strength of an oath is purely the strength of the oath taker. That was all you.”

“Huh? . . . You have most certainly given me something to think about. Right now I need to go apologize to Colonel Steel Will for breaking his rope. I want to thank you all for the challenge. Maybe we’ll think up another one.”

I head for the showers and feel Swift coming from the other side of the gym. This linked heart thing could be handy. With the shower done and my uniform on we step back out to the gym and find every pony in the place lined up on either side of the door holding salute. I blink and return salute, striding purposely out the main door.

The Company Clerk is waiting for us. She opens the door into the Colonel’s office and gestures. We step through and she closes the door behind us.

“Major. Why are you tormenting my NCOs?

“Sir, I was trying to rebrand myself as a harmless academic. It didn’t really work out. And I owe you a rope.”

“A rope, Major?”

“The big rope in the gym that’s used for tug of war games. I broke it.”

“Just as a matter of curiosity, what were you doing when it broke?”

“We were having a tug of war. Me and fourteen other ponies. I learned something. The Unicorn judging said I was using Earth pony magic.”

“John, I’m going to verify that. Stand still.” So I stood and his horn lit for several minutes. “John, you are positively loaded with raw magic but the only Earth pony magic I can detect is on your heart. Congratulations.”

“Thank, you2,” Swift and I say in perfect unison.

“Now that you are banded, I can set you up with an apartment in the Guard Sector almost as big as where you are now though a lot more practical. Let me know when you are ready.”

“Celestia put us there so we would be convenient for Princesses but we’re spending all our time back here. I’ll be asking Her about it sometime soon.

“I have another favor to ask of you. I need a Private. Specifically, I need a youngster from Swift’s old squad named Berry Blush. It will take at least a month to gauge how well he’s working out and if he does like I think he will, he’ll be permanent.”

“No problem. Do you need an office too?”

“Let me reach stability first.” I said.

“Just let me know when you’re ready for him.”

“Right now we have a Princess to meet. Thank you, sir”

We pause in the clerk’s office long enough to change our status.

Twilight is ready when we get there so we just loop through her door and head for the doctor’s office. My favorite nurse is behind the counter and has my clipboard waiting. I point out my entourage and tell her to advise the doctor that Twilight would be consulting due to a major magical event that had happened yesterday. She didn’t even blink.

An hour of forms later I am sent to Imaging. A young Unicorn mare sets me against a white wall, adjusting padded brackets on the wall to hold me in place. Then she brings over a drafting table with a stack of large sheets of paper on it. Her eyes get a far away look and her horn lights. Suddenly pencils start flying on the table. As the first sheet of paper rolls over the front of the table and I catch a glimpse of a human skeleton sketched there. Nearly an hour later a very tired Unicorn drops the pencils and steps back. On the table is an image of every organ and major system in my body with color contrast. I knew some human doctors that would die for this.

A young Pegasus comes in, picks up the paper, and leaves quickly. I am sent back out to the waiting room. After a few minutes a nurse calls my name and leads us to a room in the back. “Please remove all clothing and jewelry and lay on the table.” ‘The table’ being a padded platform about six inches off the floor. I get sneaky and roll my pants up to use as a pillow. Swift and Twilight began a spirited criticism of my anatomy.

About thirty minutes later, “Good morning. I’m Doctor Red Duke. What brings us here today?”

I look up and just start laughing.

“My, we are certainly happy this morning.”

“I’m sorry Doctor. I knew a Doctor Red Duke in my previous life. The contrast of appearance is astounding.” This Doctor Duke is a very small middle aged Unicorn mare with a striking yellow coat. “That Doctor Duke was known as one of the very best physicians alive.”

“I’ll try to live up to your expectations. Now, why are we here today?”

“First, the Guard and the Princesses want to know as much as they can about humans. Me being the first one and co-operative it seems mostly a matter of recording baseline information on everything about me. Second, I want you to have as much information as possible about what humans are supposed to look and act like in case you ever have to put me back together. Third, we would like to know just how much of a pony I am becoming. I’m having ‘unusual’ magic experiences.”

“That seems easy enough. Let’s start with your heart. Do you know where humans normally have their pulse read?”

“The inner surface of the wrist is most convenient and where the neck joins the body is most reliable. My heart rate at this moment is resting normal.”

“She felt around my wrist for a moment then called out “Fifty. You seem a little cool.”

“Normal human body temperature is slightly lower than equine.”

“Lets see what you sound like.”

Placing a cocked ear just above my chest, she scowled, “Bring me his chart.” A nurse rushed in.

Studying the paper for a second, “As I thought, your records are inaccurate. We’ll have to do them all over again.”

Another day of paper blizzard? Not happening. “Doctor, what are you talking about?”

“You have a very obvious ‘ghost heartbeat’. That means you are banded by heart bonding. The sign in papers you filled out are clearly marked ‘single’. I don’t think you could have failed to notice the ceremony so something is off about your papers. The only sure way to correct that is to do them again and compare.”

Focus. “Doctor, there is another way. You might try asking me. You see, your system is such a clusterfuck that I was single when I filled out that part of the form. By the time I got in here I had been banded.”

“I’m sorry, Major, that just won’t do. There are too many possible inaccuracies. We have to be sure.”

Command voice: “Captain Red Duke, you are ordered to finish this examination by assuming that I know more about my body than you do. You will speak with Princess Twilight and I as though we understand the inner workings of my body and magic. Do you understand me?”

“YES SIR!”

Damned, what a time for an itch. “Captain Red Duke, you will speculate with Captain Swift Trail and myself on the possibility of my siring a foal. You will remember that I have a fair grasp genetics and reproductive biology. Do you understand me?”

“YES SIR!”

It’s itching really good now but I’m ignoring it. “Captain Red Duke, in a few days time, I will bring a young clerk to you. You will assign a competent nurse to work with this clerk. I will instruct them in human methods of data handling. You will oversee their work to insure medical accuracy. I will oversee the technical aspects. We will construct a sensible system to allow ponies to obtain medical care in a timely manner. Do you understand me?”

“YES SIR!”

“John?”

“A few more seconds Swift.”

Damned that itches! “Captain Red Duke, you will do this because when it is successful, I will insist that you receive full credit and a promotion to Major so that you can teach this system across Equestria and benefit all ponies. Do you understand me?”

“Yes, Sir?”

“Now Swift.”

“What does that symbol mean?”

“What symbol, Swift?”

“It’s several different shaped boxes connected by lines and arrows.”

“That sounds like a flow chart.”

“What does it mean, John?”

“It’s a kind of human technology that is used to organize action and/or information. It’s what I want to teach this Doctor. Where did you see this?”

“On your flank.”

‘On your flank.’ That’s three of the most significant words in a pony’s life. I waved the Doctor back a little and stand so I could get a full view of it. Yep, there it is. In full color and real as real gets. I’m the flowchart pony.

So I step over to where Swift is standing, carefully take her head in my hands, bend over, and give her a full on, ‘x’ rated, promise of things to come, kiss. After about half a minute I pull back. She gasps, “John, please tell me, for future use, what brought that on?”

“While we were flying back in the chariot I made a bet with myself. I swore that I would kiss the first mare that realizes that physical strength isn’t my talent and asks what is. You just won first prize.”

That woke Twilight up. “John, are you saying that if I had asked first you would have put a lip lock like that on me?”

“Yes. I was actually expecting Celestia to win, though.”

Nothing but stunned silence. So went back to the ‘table’ and sat down putting me close to eye level with the Doctor. “What’s next Doc?”

Doctor Red Duke blinked once then said, “Major, while a little magic help may be needed, I am quite certain that you could have a foal in next year’s crop if you desired,” and pointedly looks down.

Oops. I’ve got a boner that would make Big Mac proud. Y O G A. Y O G A. “Doctor, heartbonding isn’t possible for a human. I’d never even heard of it. And I started it. I said the traditional words first with total and absolute certainty that those were the specific words that I must say. Are you sure I’ll need external help?”

“I can run a fertility panel on you and see what’s there to see.”

“Tell me, Doc. Humans have forty six chromosomes. Terran equines have sixty two, sixty three, or sixty four. How many do ponies have?”

“What’s a ‘chromosome?’”

“A chromosome is an organized stack of DNA that encodes the genetic information of a given organism.”

“What’s ‘DNA’?

I glance over and Twilight looks like she is approaching orgasm. “Doc, lets try the other end of this problem. Why don’t we start with the images of my body and be sure we are on the same page re organ names and such?”

The same Pegasus that took the pictures away earlier brings us three copies of them and a box of pencils. We determine that most of my organs are what and where they are supposed to be. The doc did notice one difference. “You have a well developed gall bladder. I take that means you are a meat eater?”

“Yes, Doc, that is one of my weaknesses. In fact, it was eating a Manticore that got me into this mess.”

The Doctor slowly edges away, “You ate a Manticore?”

“Well it seemed fair, Doc. He was trying to eat me.”

After an assurance that I don’t eat ponies, we got back to the images. Generic images of ponies were brought in for comparison and I noticed a difference.

“Doc, what’s this web of veins that runs from the extremities to the horn in a Unicorn?”

Twilight spoke up instead, “It’s how we gather magic and conduct it to our horn so it can be projected. A Pegasus would have the veins terminating in her wings. An Earth pony has no defined terminus but does have the veins running from hoof to hoof.”

“Okay. Now look at my images. It’s called my Lymphatic System and it terminates in my heart. There is no magic on Terra so humans wouldn’t develop a magic system but damned if this doesn’t look just the same. Same patterns, same nodes. How can we test this idea?”

It is determined that Twilight will maintain a shield to protect all from an accidental discharge. The Imagining Unicorn will watch and record my lymphatic system while I lift something beyond normal human strength to activate my magic. Doctor Red will measure the flow of magic in and out of me. But it is also decided to do it after lunch so I get dressed and we head out.

“I’m all for the Guard Cafeteria. What interests you mares?”

“I don’t see why not,” from Swift.

“You want the meat, don’t you, John?”

“Yes, Twilight, I do. There are trace nutrients that have been missing from my diet and I’m anxious to repair that. And it tastes good.”

“Alright, John, let’s do it.”

Both the mares choose large salads. I choose a small salad and grilled chicken with potatoes. I decide to splurge and order a beer with it. It is going to be my first chance to spend an earned bit but she won’t take my money. “It’s my honor, sir.” I take the salad and beer and follow the mares.

We settle on a table near the kitchen because I have to wait for my chicken to cook. I am about halfway through my salad when Twilight looks up and fires off, “When were you two planning to tell the rest of us?”

Swift looks at me so I field it, “I was planning something like lunch today but, in case you haven’t noticed, shit just happens around me. Like I told the Doctor, I didn’t have a clue what the significance of the words were, I just knew that they were right in some ultimate sense. When I tap my magic in the gym, I don’t know what I’m doing, I just will it to happen and it does.”

“John, that’s a pretty good description of how magic works for most ponies. The question is how you are manipulating the magic without a magic organ or is there a human magic organ that we don’t recognize?”

Somepony calls my name about then so I go to the kitchen and pick up my grilled chicken. It doesn’t last long at all. Twilight is watching me like an experiment. “John, I think you might have to adjust your diet. It takes energy to use magic. You wouldn’t believe how much Celestia eats and still stays slender.

We decide to pass through the Colonel’s office to update my status (again) and give him a date for Berry Blush. The clerk is opening the door as we walk in, “Princess Sparkle, Major Sampson, and Captain Trail to see you, sir.

“Princess, how may I help you?”

Twilight just points to me.

“Well, John, what have you broken now?” with a grin.

“Nothing, sir. This time I fixed something.” And I pulled my pants down exposing my flank.

“Congratulations. Now, what is it?”

“It’s called a ‘flow chart’. It’s a human tool used to organize large complex activities into something manageable.””

“So your talent is organizing?”

“There’s more to it than just that. It’s also used to impose logic on situations too complex for one pony to visualize.”

“Interesting. Just how do you use it?”

“It’s the talent that makes me such an effective problem solver. Show me a problem and I will quickly break it down into steps that lead to a solution. It’s why I’ll need Berry Blush in three days.”

“You will be notified when he arrives.”

“Thank you, sir”

“I can’t wait to see what you come up with tomorrow. Dismissed.”

We pause long enough to let the clerk make a sketch of my new cutie mark then off we go to the Doctor’s office. When we get there nopony was ready for me. I decide to take advantage of the time with Twilight.

“Twilight, Luna had these clothes made for me and I don’t have the first clue where. I need more, I need different, and I would like to get my cutie mark printed on some of them. Do you have any idea where I should go?”

“John, that’s just perfect. Rarity is another of the Bearers and she owns a shop in Ponyville. You both need a wardrobe. I’ll just set you up with one as a wedding gift. And John, don’t try to back out. Rarity would pay you to wear her designs in Royal Court. Swift, you two need to complement each other if you want to mingle in Royal Society."

“I’ll tell you what, Twilight, there’s another condition. We need to get out of the Ambassadorial Suite sometime soon. It’s nice as hell after living in a mud hut for two years but everything we do is back here. Besides if I’m going to participate Royal Society, I want a place I can retreat to. I want a defensible space. The Colonel has offered us a decent apartment in the Guard Sector. I want the option to look at it and maybe say yes.”

“Of course, John. You can live anywhere you want as long as somepony else isn’t already living there. And I’ll outfit it with conveniences so I can visit you in comfort every once and awhile.”

“One more thing. Allow time for a party in Ponyville and notify Pinkie before we go there.”

A low rumbling noise that I had noticed began to get loud enough to get everypony’s attention. It stopped just outside the hall door. The door opened and an Earth pony stuck his head in, “Where do you want it?” And right there, in the hall, was what we were waiting for, a deadpony ball.

The nurse wants it in the imaging room but the cart won’t fit through the door. The two Earth ponies made a production of rigging a bar through the ring and preparing to carry it in. I can’t take any more. “Just leave it there.”

“But, sir, if they leave it out there, how are we going to get it to the imaging room?”

“Just open the door.” I walk over, pick it up with one hand, and walk in. The nurse gets out of my way.

I set the deadpony in front of the white wall and wait. In about ten minutes the Doctor and Image Tech come rushing in, “They told me it would take another hour to get that thing in here.”

“Captain, you are going to ignore me one more time and I am going to become a literal monster.” I walk over to the deadpony and pick it up. Waving it at the Doctor, I say, “I could have simply carried it back from lunch and saved us all a couple of hours.”

We decide that since I had already been ‘juggling’ deadponies without disaster for days, we will dispense with the shield. Everypony is lined up and ready. “Go.” And I lift the ball and hold it out with arm at full length in front of me. After several pages, “Enough.” and I set it down.

The sketches seemed to show that the veins moved but how wasn’t clear. The Imaging Unicorn said, “I can’t draw fast enough to show it but when he has the ball lifted there is something traveling from his core to his extremities through those veins with a wave motion like peristalsis. It’s very small and very fast but it’s too consistent to be an accident.”

Twilight is in her element now. “We need a control. John, can you do something hard without magic? And I don't think we want the sketches if they don't show what we need.”

“Sure. Ready?”

“Go” And I push hand against hand as hard as I can. Then I turn it around and pull. “Enough.”

Everypony looked at the Imaging Tech, “Nothing. Good muscles, no magic.”

“John, could you do the same thing with magic, flex your magic muscles?”

“Ready.”

“Go.” And no magic came. Nothing.

“It doesn’t work. The magic won’t come.”

“That’s good John. It’s what I hoped for. It means that your magic is fully controlled. You just have to find out how to operate the controls.” Twilight smiles.

“Alright. Now what does that mean for my personal problem?”

The Doctor and Twilight look at each other. Twilight spoke up. “John, It should mean that you are perfectly safe to do anything you want with Swift. You couldn’t use your magic to harm anypony unless you explicitly wanted to. Your magic is not like Unicorn magic, it’s goal oriented like Pegasus or Earth pony magic.”

“Are you both completely sure of that?”

“As sure as anypony can be with a completely new kind of pony.”

“What about fertility?”

"Ordinarily I would say ‘no’ right off. Ponies have made bands with Griffons, Zebras, and Minotaurs. None have been fertile without help. You might be an exception. I would just give it try. If it doesn’t work I can spell you to all physical stallion, part stallion, or make you fertile with any female. The worst thing that can happen is a years wait." Twilight offered.

Doctor Red has an idea, “Major, I might be able to help. We talked earlier about a fertility panel. That would require a semen sample. I could tell you how healthy your sperm is and you could see what happens when you ejaculate with your magic while risking nothing but an A/V. Follow me.”

We follow Doctor Red down the hall and turn into what is obviously a well equipped reproductive lab. There is a phantom in the middle of the room and racks of A/Vs in sizes on the wall. The Doctor studies the A/Vs for a moment, “How big do you flare, Major?”

“I don’t.”

“You don’t?”

“Humans don’t flare enough that an equine would notice it.”

“That simplifies things. Strip.” She moves over two rows and chooses an A/V. Taking it to the counter, she opens a drawer and pulls out a liner. Another drawer yields a bottle of gel. She pulls the liner through the A/V and folds the big end over securing it with a large rubber band. She pulls the small end through a ring then over the mouth of a small bottle. The ring slides down and holds the bottle tightly. By then my clothes are folded on the counter.

The Doctor fills the A/V with warm water then pours a little gel into the liner and spreads it with large thermometer. She doesn’t like the thermometer so her horn glows briefly. A little more gel and she’s happy. The A/V sockets into the cavity in the phantom and a snap locks it there. “Stand here, Major.”

A quick crank of a wheel on the front places the phantom at just the right height.

I just stand there looking at it. A lump of wood and cloth simply doesn’t thrill me.

“Do you need help, Major?” the Doctor asks.

“NO! I’ll handle my stallion. Pick me up and sit me on top of it facing you,” Swift exclaims.

I put both hands around her barrel and sit her on the phantom. She wraps her hind legs around it and raises her front hooves to my shoulders. Leaning in she plants a triple ‘x’ rated kiss with deep tongue on me. Suddenly I can feel myself twitching against the back of the phantom. Releasing my mouth, she nibbles gently on my right ear. In a whisper, “John, if you get this right, there’s going to be heaven on Equestria at home tonight.”

Damned! I better get it in before it’s too late. Moving my hips back, I probe for the hole. Yes! As I thrust in I reach up and grab the phantom’s ‘mane’ with my arms on either side of Swift. She wraps her front legs around my ribs and puts her chin on my shoulder. Oh. my. It’s so hot and so soft and I thrust and thrust and she hums. Then the animal takes over. I hilt in the A/V and jerk up and down as I empty myself into the small bottle.

I become aware that I’m hugging Swift against me as I step back. I quickly bend over and set her carefully on the floor. Suddenly I notice that there is a large wet stain on the back of the phantom and it smells SO good.

“Ouch!” as she kicks me on the shin.

“Not now, John. Later.”

Twilight and Doctor Red are comparing notes while I clean up in the sink.

Doctor Red remarks, “Thirty one thrusts, Major. That’s approaching clinical impotence. Do you need some help?”

Twilight looks concerned too, “Two full minutes to ejaculation! I hope you’re just bashful.”

Swift is rubbing against my flank, her cheek against my ribs, smiling. She knows.

I can’t help it, I just start laughing.

“You’re right doctor. Two minutes is near a clinical problem for humans. All I can say is that it’s been a few years.”

A very confused doctor asks, “With ponies long abstinence usually brings quicker ejaculation. Are you saying that humans are different?”

“Not at all, Doctor. Two minutes is right on the edge of premature ejaculation for humans.”

“Oh.” Now getting the A/V out has become important. Holding it up Doctor Red pronounces, “Good volume, good color, it seems like a lot of gel though. Is that another human idiosyncrasy, Major?”

“Yep. Remember that humans are vertical. It has to be sticky or it would just run out when she stands up.”

The Doctor has the little bottle on the counter and is dividing the contents into sample tubes. “I’ll get these to the lab and you can have your results in an hour or two.”

I’m halfway through getting dressed. “No rush, Doctor. We’ll stop by later for the results and any further tests.”

I’m fully dressed and eyeballing the door when Twilight finally wakes up. “I know you lovebirds are anxious to get home so I just want one thing, when will I see you again?”

“I think we’ll take tomorrow off unless somepony declares some sort of emergency. If you want to study my magic, meet us in the Guard cafeteria at zero five hundred the morning after next. You can observe my morning PT.”

“I think I’ll do that, John. I find I know less about my Guard than I thought I did. Don’t be surprised if I schedule a trip to Ponyville for that day.”

“We’ll be ready. And thanks for the help, Princess.” As Swift drags me to the door.

Out in the hall I am amazed at how fast those little legs can move. I’m trotting to keep up. “Swift, honey, are you really in that big a hurry?”

“YES!”

“Okay.” I scoop her up and hold her to my chest as I lengthen my stride and lean into the wind. And we’re there. As I set her down to open the door, “I didn’t know I could do that.”

We rush through and I start stripping as I lock the door. Turning, there she is, legs spread, tail up, and winking like a strobe

I step in front of her and the eyes are tracking me. “You don’t think you’re going to get off that easy, do you?”

Picking her up and cradling her in my arms I walk to the bed and sit. “I’ve spent the last two and a half years fitting myself into your world. Tonight it’s your turn. You are about to learn just what you have crawled into bed with.”

She’s trembling and I can feel our heart pounding. “Do you know why the heat and the pheromones compel you to rush through sex? It’s because ponies were prey animals. Your distant ancestors learned to avoid being eaten by being fast. That’s. Not. Me. Humans were hunted by the same predators and took a different path. Humans made weapons and fought back. Now predators run from humans. And that has shaped human sex too. We take our time. Why not? No one messes with us and emerges unscathed.

I turn her so her eyes are level with mine. “You are my Chosen, Swift Trail. My love. My mare. Bearer of my foals. I want you. I need you.”

With my nose touching hers, I breathe deeply three times drinking in her scent. Our heart pounds harder but I calm it. I rub my cheek softly on hers, running my tongue along her lips, nibbling lightly. Her ears get some nibbles too. Her tail is thrashing wildly in my crotch, teasing my erection. My thighs are wet. “Oh no. That trick is too old.”

I turn and lay her on her back on the bed positioning myself on my knees leaning between her hind legs. “I’m going to play you like a fiddle.” Leaning over her, I kiss her driving my tongue into her mouth. She gasps and tries to trap my tongue with hers. We duel for several minutes and our heart is pounding again. This time I let it.

I slip down below her chin to her neck, that long, sinuous equine neck, and kiss my way from side to side on it slowly approaching her chest. She is beginning to wiggle under me making guttural noises. As my head passes between her front legs I start caressing both sides of her barrel with my hands. She bucks wildly wrapping her front legs around my head and her back legs around my kidneys grinding herself against my abs. I feel warm wet on me as she lets out a primal scream. All I can do is let her ride it out.

“John?”

“Yes?”

“You aren’t even fully excited yet. How can I just take from you like this?”

“It’s not your choice. I choose to give you this gift and many more like it. We have tonight and tomorrow to go. I’ll have my chance.

Putting my head back down on her chest, I listen. The doctor was right. It sounds like she has an echo in her chest. This is what life is for, just knowing that strong, brave, generous heart is part of me forever.

I need to give her more so I continue my journey down her body falling off the bottom of her ribs and landing on her soft downy belly. I nuzzle around rubbing my cheeks on her warmth. What’s this? A belly button! I lick it and she shudders. So I lick again long and slow. She moans. Placing my lips around her belly button, I suck, pulling it up so I can flick the tip of my tongue back and forth across it. She’s panting and moaning now. Time to move on. My tongue slides down her belly and into the crevice between her teats. She spreads her hind legs begging me to play there. I trace a figure eight around her teats with my tongue. The moans are getting louder so I blow on her nipple getting a sharp jump.

As I tease her nipple with my lips she raises her rump, chasing my mouth with her teat. I slide my hands under her rump and lift, pushing forward. Her hind legs cant toward her head and heaven comes into view. I breath on her rapidly winking clitoris and her nether lips part, opening her vagina all the way to her cervix, begging me to dive in. So I do, running my tongue around her rippling walls. She’s bucking again, trying to force my tongue deeper into her. I take her lips between my lips and pull. She screams so I ram my tongue into her again. She clamps on my tongue and gushes sweet nectar into my mouth as her scream warbles. She tastes like hay and honey.

We ride her peak down the other side and she lays there with her chest heaving.

“How are we doing, love?”

“I. . . I. . . I never dreamed.”

“I’ll tell you what, one more round, for me, then we’ll take a break.”

I’d let her straighten out while she recovered so her teats are right under my nose. I dive tongue first into that delicate crevice between her teats. Again she spreads her legs inviting me to her most delicate places. I bounce back and forth between her nipples nipping lightly on each in turn. She squeals with each nip. I can feel the muscles rippling below my chin as her clitoris winks madly so I raise her rump to bring it to my mouth. I surround it with my lips and suck. She gasps and bucks. I suck harder. Her clitoris fights back, dueling with my tongue. My chin slips into her vagina as she pulls wide open. This is what I’m waiting for.

I slide quickly up her hind legs holding her rump rotated. Supporting my weight on my extended arms and knees, I drag my erection up her valley, feeling for her clitoris. It’s there! I time the winks and when it opens, I slip easily in. She’s tight but oh so slick. I begin to ease down but she bucks up, hilting herself on me. We drop into a rhythm, me thrusting down as she bucks up. Her vaginal muscles grip and pull in time to my thrusts. Her tail wraps up over my back holding my balls against her wonderful heat. We are making loud squelching sounds now as her nectar flows again.

I feel our heart pounding, I feel the tension gathering in her body and mine. I feel the absolute need to bury every last bit of myself in her as I begin to pump my very essence into her. As her body grabs mine and pulls that essence into it, I throw my head back and scream, joining her scream.

I want this moment to last forever but it’s just not to be. So I roll to my left releasing her and stretch out beside her. I reach over and pull her against my shoulder.

She turns her head and looks into my eyes, “Is this really how humans do it?”

“Not always. It takes love, good health, and some skills to make it to this level. But sometimes it’s better.”

“I don’t know if I could survive better. We are definitely going to have to stock up on healing and stamina spells before spring.

“Let’s go get a shower before we get all sticky.”

After a warm shower and a lazy dinner we are laying on a giant bean bag in the main room grooming. I’m combing her mane out one strand at a time. When I find a tangle, I bite it out. It’s just so comfortable being together like this.

“John, this isn’t what I thought of when you said humans had sex for days at a time.”

“What, you thought I’d be stuck inside you for a week?”

“Well, maybe not a week.”

“Darling, you can’t have a peak without a valley. And we do need food and water to keep up our strength.”

“It’s not that, John. This is better, just being happy together knowing that a living piece of you is inside me. I wish I was fertile right now. I need to give you a foal.”

“Well, we could always try again? Do you think you could support part of my weight?”

“I’m a mare. I was born to support a stallion twice my size. And I’m an Earth pony. I could support your full weight as long as I didn’t try to move.”

“Perfect.”

I reach over and pinch her flank.

“Ouch!”

I stand and pinch her shoulder.

“Hey!”

I lean over and rub my head across her neck, nickering softly.

She jumps up breathing heavily, “John?”

I pinch her left front ankle.

She stomps, “John!”

I reach under her and run my hand up and down the inside of her left front leg pulling it toward me.

She swings her butt against my side.

I reach across her back and rub my chin on her far side nickering strongly.

She squeals and runs out from underneath me.

I chase her, trapping her in the kitchen by placing my body sideways across the corner she is in. I grunt a deep note.

She whirls and fires a double barrel kick at me.

I dodge back and she slips by me. I chase her into the bedroom.

She’s standing facing me with eyes wide, panting and tail straight up.

I step forward staring directly into her eyes, towering over her.

She lowers her head and whinnies.

I push her toward the bed with my shoulder.

She tries to run by me to the door but I cut her off.

She tries another kick but I sidestep it and push her toward the bed again.

She’s backed against the bed with her tail waving wildly so I pinch her shoulder again.

She whirls and jumps up on the bed to escape me but I grab her around the barrel before she can take a step.

My hands fit neatly between her ribs and hips as I pull her toward me. She tries to kick but I’ve got my weight on her now and she can’t lift her feet off the bed.

Her tail rolls over and sideways against my right arm. She’s winking wildly.

I step up and poke my erection against her backside, feeling for the soft spot.

I feel warm wet on the left side of my member so I shift left.

As I probe forward I am rewarded by a gush of her nectar over me.

I raise up and push forward again. I feel warm and wet. Suddenly she opens up and pushes back. I’m in!

I start a slow steady rhythm. Leaning over her I snort and grunt. Every time I’m deep in her my balls bump her clitoris. It winks madly against me.

She turns her head and is staring at me as I rut her for all I’m worth. I can feel something like a ball of soft meeting my glans every time my thrust bottoms. I push harder and my glans embeds in it. It’s her cervix. That’s all I need. I ram myself home in her and unload every possible drop into her uterus as her clitoris massages my balls. She clamps down hard on me taking no chance of any sperm escaping. I take a deep breath and tell the whole world that I’ve just bred my mare.

I’d like to stay here forever but I’m rapidly shrinking to nothing so I step back and to one side. Swift launches herself across the bed, off the other side, and to the toilet. I hear water splashing in the background.

“John, Sweetheart, we are going to have to do that outdoors some day. Maybe we could do it on the Apple Farm and invite Applejack.”