Hard On, Come Off

by The Mad Clopper

Rating: mature
Tags: Princess Celestia, Slice of Life, Sex, Human, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, Alternate Universe, Romance, Princess Luna, Original Character, Porn
Length: 15645

Prince Solaris (R63 Celestia) and the human Jane have been together for some time. Tonight, however, they decide to finally move onto the next stage of their relationship. Sex! I’m talking about sex.

Jane has been in Equestria for a few years now, but not traveled much outside of Canterlot. And really, she has no big reason to leave, since Prince Solaris of Equestria was a big enough reason to stay. Mutual understandings turned into friendship, which turned into love, and the last year they’ve basically been steady, however pushing past an intimate kiss has been a challenge for the two.

Tonight, however, things will change, for the more pleasurable future.

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Additional tags include: Randomized R63 characters, human female on stallion, pony rides through the castle, 69 (nice), doggy style, other positions I can’t remember, pretty much vanilla sex that’s focuses on Realism VS Black Hole logic, lots of irrelevant banter, and lastly, the Big L, because I can’t write a story if they don’t have feelings. It feels… wrong.

This was, totally, 99.99% the fault of Cackling Moron, because reasons, so if you’re a fan of his writing style, I did try to dabble a little with it, but well, more sex involved. I’ll leave it up to you readers if I got it right or not. (Edit: I had to tone down on some of his style, because it was giving my pre-readers an aneurysm.)

Edited and pre-read by the ever wonderful Fregz and Admiral Buscit.

Cover art by asadama and used without permission, so any issues you can yell at me.

Top of the Box of Shame, M on (dur), 5/8/2020 and 5/9/2020. Nearly two whole days, you sicko's.

Published 2020-05-08 12:50:02 UTC
Last updated 2020-05-08 12:50:02 UTC

1: Not the First Ride, but a Close Second

Author's Note

You can tell a lot by an author of their author's note box placement. Are they a top or a bottom?

Now you'll never look at these the same again.

1: Not the First Ride, but a Close Second

Canterlot was the kind of place that ponies visited when they wanted to experience what the rich and famous do every day, but just as a small, single scoop into a waffle cone. Too many scoops and it starts to melt before you can enjoy it all, and the waffle becomes all soggy, along with your mood.

Jane, for the most part, always seemed to find reasons to think about things using food metaphors, especially ice cream, chocolate, and popcorn.

She had very complex tastes, you see, but no matter, living here had changed how she saw the world. Or well, her former world – she’d barely ever set foot out of Canterlot proper once she’d arrived a couple years ago. Or had it been longer?

Time flies when you’ve been thrown through time, space—whatever it is Discord does—and wind up in a whole new world full of bright, talking midget horses who love to sing and prance and make all sorts of horsey puns, like naming their capital ‘Canterlot’.

Jane snorted, causing her nose to briefly go into her Supermare ice cream. She was about to wipe it off when she felt a nudge on her shoulder. Turning to her right, she was greeted by a large, wet tongue licking the dribbles off in one quick motion.

“Sol!”

The stallion let out a deep, hearty laugh, while keeping a genuine smile upon his chiseled muzzle.

“Really now, Jane, you had that coming.”

His voice, deep and rich, was like a thick wool blanket. Warm, comforting, and protective of those it enveloped.

Solaris—Prince Solaris—embodied the essence of human knights in fairy tales, if the knight was eaten by the dragon and the trusty white steed with better, more realistic traits and a handsome beard under his chin came to the rescue.

Solaris was the horse, in case you missed the point, as Jane tended to with her musings.

Long-time ruler of Equestria, alongside his sister Luna, they’d seen to the protection of the lands around them, and for that they’d shaped themselves into the benevolent monarchs they were today.

Well, Sol was. Luna could be abrasive at times, especially when she caught Jane and the Prince out in the gardens, too close together to be just friends but not going all the way to lovers.

Luna would have a fit, and Solaris was not one to antagonize his dear little sister… much.

“Whatever had you in giggles?”

Jane blinked, realizing they’d been just standing there on the street, a small parade of guards formed up on either side of them.

“Huh, I dunno.”

Solaris simply smiled.

“Something about horsey puns,” Jane said.

Then he let out a single, loud laugh that could be mistaken for an offensive cough, in the wrong context of the situation. “Really now, after all these years you’re still finding it hilarious we’ve built an empire upon parodies of your storybook fiction?”

“I wouldn’t say that exactly,” Jane shrugged. “Just, the names of things, ya know?”

Before, when they’d first met, he didn’t know. Then over the days, weeks, months, and now years, they’ve spent together, he did thanks to her stories of home, both fantasy and reality. “Yeah, I do.”

Jane placed a hand on his cheek, giving a gentle stroke against the short fur and feeling the jawline. Being at eye level with a giant white alicorn was something that took surprisingly little time for her to come to terms with. Yet with every time this happened, her brown eyes found themselves lost in the beautiful pink of his own.

“Hon, your ice cream’s melting.”

Saturdays in the palace were always relaxing. Friday night, all the non-essential staff went home, weekend shifters crawled out of their hovels and caves, and Prince Solaris got to spend some more personal time with those he loved and cared for.

And then there was Raven, who didn’t have the luxury of being old like Kibitz as an excuse to take weekends off so he could soak in his epsom salt baths and listen to his Sunday Soaps.

No, Raven was a harsh and cruel mistress, Tartarus-bent on making sure that even when the time was his to do as he pleased, Prince Solaris was still a prince, and had to do something he despised.

“Really now, Your Majesty, it wouldn’t be so difficult to let us know when you’re going to just walk out of the castle for an afternoon.”

He rolled his eyes. “I did take some guards.”

“True, he did,” Jane agreed.

Raven pointed a hoof at the human. “And then this one. It’s bad enough the entire castle staff sees nothing but you two going about like a couple of teenagers, but you’re now openly making the rounds of Canterlot together.” She began reading down a list in her magic aura. “Touching, feeling, getting lost in the moment… and licking her nose?”

Raven held up a newspaper, showing a very silly image of Solaris mid-lick of Jane’s ice cream dabbled nose.

“Wow, that was only like, two hours ago. They’re fast!” Jane took the paper from Raven’s magic, looking it over.

“It’s not like our relationship has been a secret, Raven,” Solaris nudged his shoulder against Jane, nearly toppling the woman over. “In fact, many of my little ponies adore her, and are happy we’ve found love.”

“So am I! But there’s still supposed to be a process to this! You’re a prince!”

“And I’m a human. So what?” Jane had breezed the article, found it cute, but now was onto the funny pages. Hah, The Lockhorns. I love those two! Now she reached over to scratch Solaris’ scruffy chin, which caused the alicorn to start tapping his hind leg.

“Doesn’t matter! There are even rumors going around that you've been spotted in the gardens… consummating your relationship!”

“What? Never!” Solaris was genuinely gobsmacked, so much so he pulled away from his scritches.

“What?” Jane asked, lowering the paper and her hand.

“Yes, it seems somepony caught you two… riding together.”

Jane and Solaris blinked, then looked at each other. A grin quickly came across Jane’s face, and the Prince’s was quick to follow suit.

“Oh, so riding is a sign that we’ve made things official, huh?” Jane walked alongside Solaris, running a hand from his withers across his back.

He shuddered at the touch, but remained smiling.

“Uh… well, I mean, that’s to say…” Raven was now stuttering, unsure of what the smiling and touching was about.

Jane continued, “So you’re saying, doing something like THIS—”

With a fluid motion, Jane kicked up her legs, swinging around, up, and over onto the prince’s back, both her legs over his sides while not hindering his wings. They’d practiced before, Jane liked riding and the Prince liked being ridden.

Raven immediately went red in the face, while a couple of guards nearly dropped their spears.

“—THIS is such a bad, naughty thing to do in public, huh?”

“J-J-Jane! Get down off our Prince this instance!”

Solaris rotated his shoulders. “I dunno, I kinda like it, actually. Her weight on my back like this, it feels… natural.”

“It’s lewd!”.

Jane, slowly, began walking her hands up his back towards his short ethereal mane, to the point she was basically laying on him. Her hands began to stroke the sides of his neck. “I dunno, this seems quite natural to me too.”

“You two are horrible! What if your sister finds out about—”

“Oh! What a grand idea! Hon, grab on tight now.”

Not even questioning anything, Jane grabbed into his strangely magical yet hair-like mane, and the stallion took off galloping down the hall.

“HEY, YOU TWO GET BACK HERE!”

They promptly ignored the shouting, running mare, and the guards who followed in stunned silence.

Princess Luna was enjoying a cup of coffee—decaf, as it was still midday—when her chamber doors crashed open.

“Look, Lulu, we’re consummating!”

Luna’s magic faltered and winked out, her I’m Over the Moon for You coffee mug crashing to the floor, shattering along with it any semblance of normality in Luna’s mind.

“Yes! We’ve been cavorting all around the castle! I can barely contain my womanly desires for this hunk of a stallion!” Jane added.

Prince Solaris paused a moment, turning his head to look back at her. “You what?”

Jane shrugged. “I dunno, it sounded better in my head, honestly.”

“Yeah, out here it sounded…”

“Perverse?”

“No…”

“Lewd?”

He shook his head.

Luna's brain began to regain function, which helped her move her jaw, then finally blink her straining eyes.

“What.”

“Anyway, now off we go, my trusty steed!”

“You mean prince!”

“My trusty Prince Steed!”

Solaris gave a very unroyal whinney, and turned tail and trotted out of the room, the whoops and cries of Jane on his back fading with his hoof beats.

A moment later, Raven and two guards entered Luna’s chambers, the former panting, the latter two hiding their weariness with their usual guard stoicism.

“Did… did they come here?” Raven panted.

Luna looked down to her shattered mug.

“That was one of my favorites…”

Raven nodded. “Yeah, they were here. We have to stop them before—”

“No.”

Raven blinked. “Princess? I beg your pardon, but-”

“I said no.” Luna looked back up to the aid. “They see this all childish, fun and games. Fine. I’m done arguing, I’m done being the mature one. Let them make their bed and eat it too. Sow their own fates. Love is a complicated thing, and those two are so mad they’ve gone past love and right back to moronic children.

“I’d rather have this than them lusting after one another. Bad enough some of our guards can’t stay sheathed during estrus, but if I have to see my brother’s… no, just… no. I can handle these antics, so long as they still aren’t intimate, or romantically involved.”

They’d run around the castle for what felt like hours, but upon finding no pursuers, the prince slowed to a light canter. All the while, Jane found herself resting upon his back, bosom against his neck, feeling every movement of his shoulders, and his heavy breathing against her legs as she hugged him. At some point, the buttons on her shirt had started to come undone, and now some of his short mane was tickling her cleavage.

And yet, she didn’t care one bit. Solaris, no proper prince when they were alone, was a very special pony. Even, dare she think, a very special somepony. More than a crush, more than a fleeting teen romance if she were ten years younger.

This was the big L. She knew it. Luna knew it. He even knew it. Raven wasn’t wrong about those rumors. They’d had some very romantic moments in the gardens at night in the last few months, getting more comfortable with each other than they had in the past. Simply spending time with each other was grand, the best, A Plus, Number One. Baseball, Hot Dogs, Applegate Chevrolet… huh, that was a commercial she’d forgotten about until now.

Strange how those sort of things could stick with a person in a whole new world.

The day’s distractions seemed to loosen old memories. Going out for a weekend stroll, getting ice cream in the park. Rolling around in the grass and just being silly together. Honestly, it had been a long time since they’d gone out like this, and all the emotion wore on her, weariness quickly catching up after the excitement.

His canter soon became a trot, and finally a nice quiet walk, the only distraction being an occasional guard stiffening up and saluting their prince, only to nearly drop a jaw, spear, or whatever else they might be holding, upon seeing Jane, the human, on their rulers back.

And she smiled at each passing guard, maybe even giving a little wave, still grasping strands of his mane between her fingers. After passing each one, she would sigh happily.

They were surprised, yes, but none of them looked worried, sad, or angry. A couple even smiled and nodded back to her. Most of them knew by now, had seen the two basically inseparable for the last year and drawn the right conclusion.

Truly, they were inseparable. Some nobles would try to wedge something between them, but they always overcame obstacles put forth with vigor, innuendo, and blatant displays of passion, such as pets, shoulder rubs, or chin scritches.

He especially loved those.

Then came the nightly strolls through the gardens, which became late night picnics. Before long, the impromptu visits were more spontaneous, a blanket and sometimes even the picnic basket forgotten as they’d just sit in the grass, leaning against one another. She would lean her back against his barrel, while he had his head and neck turned around towards her where she could pet him, look into his eyes, and forgo speaking.

Then, about a month ago and after some serious kissing ‘practice’, something got into them. She was wired on popcorn, he was stressed from a diplomatic meeting. So, as he lay in the grass, she got up, stepped one leg over him, and sat on his back.

The silence was stunning, but then he smiled, she smiled, and he stood.

He ran through the gardens for nearly an hour before finally tiring, and after she rubbed down his lathered coat, he escorted Jane back to her room. Although sadly not upon her steed.

It happened a couple more times, although she thought they’d been sneaky and nopony had witnessed them.

Oops, guess not.

Solaris stopped before Jane’s room.

“Psst, hey, Hon, you’re home.”

Jane opened her eyes. Huh, when had she nodded off? Or was she just so distracted on his back to have failed to pay any attention to her surroundings?

Her usual guard was absent, probably because it was the weekend, and her guard was non-essential. This, in turn, gave Jane an idea. A wicked, horribly amazing, good idea.

“Don’t wanna.”

Solaris raised a brow, nudging her hand with his nose. “Don’t wanna what?”

Good question. What didn’t she want to do? Go into her massive room, alone. Get changed into her pajamas, alone. Brush her long brown hair, her pearly white teeth, and hum to herself… alone.

Crawl into that massive, easily a double king sized bed…

…

... alone.

It was not what she didn’t want to do, but what she wanted to do.

Jane turned her head so her face was pushed into his mane. “I wanna go with you.”

“What was that, Hon? You’ve got my mane in your face.”

She pulled her head back, stray hairs, both her own and his, sticking to her cheeks. “I said… I don’t wanna go to bed alone. I wanna be with… you.”

Solaris blinked. Looked to her door, the evident lack of her guard, and “ooh’d”. “You do realize the scandal if they see us enter my chambers, correct?”

“Don’t care. You’re my steed. Take me to your bed.”

That was not how she intended it to come out, as was apparent by the rising heat in the stallion’s face, his cheeks burning red.

“You know what I mean.”

“I do, but I can’t help it. That was… well…”

Jane shrugged, and then laid back against him, rubbing her face into his neck, one hand clasped into his mane while the other rubbed his shoulder.

No more words were shared as they walked along. They passed another guard before coming to his own suite, the massive double doors of hard wood and brass plated iron fittings. Standing there were two more guards.

“Good evening, Gentlecolts. You are excused from my quarters this evening. A post down the hall shall be sufficient.”

They blinked. Looked at each other. Back to their prince. “Uh, of course, Your Majesty.”

Nodding, they began walking away, then froze as Solaris walked forward, with a very human Jane laying on his back, hugging him with all four of her limbs, and not looking ready to let go.

They turned and followed with their eyes, watching their prince turn around. He gave them a very special look filled with fire and brimstone, and a very audible flick of his tail, as his horn glowed and the doors closed with a click and a clunk of the lock.

“Was that…”

“Dude… don’t, just, don’t.”

This wasn’t the first time Jane had been in Solaris’ suite, or as he entered the next room, his bedroom. It wasn’t even the hundredth time; it had been countless, almost daily, more so in the last year as they frequently spent time together.

However, there was a strange heaviness tonight. A presence, a pressure, looming over them, pushing down. Her weight was doubled upon the stallion’s back, and Jane was acutely aware of the tension in his muscles, and tried to rub her hands in circles on his shoulders again. She couldn’t reach his chin very well from this angle, after all.

He stood there, still, for another few moments, allowing her to do so. She’d done this many times to him, a way of showing comfort. So why did it now, suddenly, feel so... the word intimate sprang to mind, but he hesitated. They’d been intimate before; touching, feeling, kissing, hugging… but never past that.

Something was heavy in the air tonight, and he wasn’t so sure of what it was.

“Sol?”

“Yeah?”

“Are you…”

He gave her some time to think. He could see her in a mirror ahead of him. She was sitting up now, both her legs straddled over his barrel, bent at the knees so she wasn’t pressing down on his wings. Her light green button up top askew, the top-most buttons undone, allowing a glimpse at her pink bra and more cleavage than was normal for her to reveal.

Jane was typically a very modest mare—er, woman, even though she could be silly at times.

Then again, he wasn’t human, so these things went over his head at times. Just like being nude went over Jane’s.

“I wanna try something.”

Solais was now quite aware that Jane was also looking ahead in the mirror, her head angled slightly to the side so she could look past his horn. His wings, which had been tight against his sides for some time, began to relax and droop, the previously ignored tension that had built up in his muscles slowly releasing.

Jane had a fear of heights, so he always made sure to keep his wings tucked in when they were together. Didn’t want to frighten her with any implications of flight, after all.

He shifted focus from his wings to Jane’s reflection, who was currently unbuttoning her green shirt the rest of the way. It was slow, methodical, and she was studying him the whole time, trying to judge and gauge his reaction. The last button was undone, and he could see her taut stomach. He thought her too thin, but Jane always insisted she was fit and that was normal for humans.

More of her pink bra was visible, all the way to the bridge strap connecting the two larger parts that cupped her breasts. They were larger than a mare who’d yet to foal, while also more round and smoother than a mother-to-be. It was a strange combination to see, especially with the mammories just shy of his eye level.

“You okay?” Jane asked.

He only nodded, not removing his eyes from hers.

“Just… tell me if you feel…”

“I’d say if you feel uncomfortable, you don’t have to do… this?”

“No, no, I want to. It just feels… right. I guess. I dunno.”

The stallion raised a brow. Jane shrugged, and with that stretched her arms back and pulled the sleeves of her shirt down and removed the shirt, tossing it to the floor.

“There, the first step is done.”

Solaris blinked. “The… first?”

Jane nodded, sitting straighter to unbutton her pants, then leaned backwards, placing one hand behind her for support while the other began pushing them down, giving her rump a wiggle as she did so.

From her hand contact, he felt a sudden jolt in his croup and down his dock, his tail suddenly twitching with an audible flick. “Woah, hey now.”

Jane paused, looking at her stallion friend in the mirror, and slowly, a sly smile spread upon her face.

“Was… are you ticklish back there?”

His face, like before down the hall, grew red. “N-no.”

She leaned back again, sitting straight, and slapped her face with both hands. “Oh. My. God. You so are ticklish there.”

“Am not!”

She removed her left hand, reaching it back. Just before she could touch his dock, the stallion’s magic flared and her hand was pushed back.

“No, quit that! None of that now!”

“But… you know about my ticklish feet… I’ve been wanting something against you that—”

“I’m not ticklish there! I’m…”

“What was that? You mumbled.”

“I’m… excitable there.”

She blinked. He blinked. They stared at each other in the mirror.

“Oh, wow… I was… not expecting that.”

“Yeah, just… don’t, please, especially around others. You, uh… don’t wanna know what happens next.”

This time it was Jane’s turn to have a flushed face, but she nodded meekly.

He let out a nervous chuckle, the previous tension giving way to almost adolescent awkwardness. “Do you want me to take you back to your room now?”

She took in a deep breath, let it out, then shook her head. “No, I said I was gonna do this. I’m topless. Or, well, down to my bra. Next come off the pants.”

Solaris nodded, then watched as she, more carefully this time, shifted so she could work her pants down her legs, while still remaining on his back.

“You don’t need to prove anything to me. This won’t change how much I love you.”

Jane paused. “Wow, that was… corny, dude.”

His face grew flushed. “Well I’m sorry, but it’s true!”

“I know, which is why I need to do this, for me, cause yeah, I’m totally okay if we never do this. It won’t change how I feel about you, but it will change how I feel about me.” A moment of hesitation. “I think.”

“You think?”

She nodded. “We’ve been together for how long? And I’ve yet to… get the faintest bit bare around you, in a private, maybe… more intimate way. This… is just something, a human something, I need to get over, okay?”

Still not totally sure, he nodded, and she smiled. Then after another moment of fighting with her pants, she huffed.

“Look, just, can you grab the cuffs there and pull them down?” She swiveled herself so both legs were hanging over his right side, and for a moment he considered using a wing to support her, but was amazed at how well she balanced upon his back.

Then he remembered her ballet lessons, and marveled how she was able to shift her center of gravity to stay upright, all with only two legs. And no tail! He’d marveled at her the few times she’d showed off her skills, even hindered without proper ballet shoes.

Now that he was thinking about it, that was a possible gift idea.

His horn glowed, and he pulled the crumpled legs of her pants down to the point they hit the floor. She raised her leg and moved back so she was straddling him, now only in her pink bra and matching pink panties.

“There, step two. We did it.”

“We?”

“Well, yeah, couldn’t have done this without you.”

“That’s true, I suppose.”

The two studied each other in the mirror, Solaris focused on Jane and her mostly bare form. He’d seen her like this before, in what she called a bikini, going swimming in the training pool at the castle. Seeing her in her underwear now wasn't all that different than seeing her in her swimsuit then. More skin was revealed through the lacier bits, perhaps, and this bra seemed to enhance her breasts more. She had a tan going, although he noticed the lines only grew white down at her hips and inner thighs, and what he could see of her breasts seemed as tan as the rest of her.

She liked sitting out in a bikini and tanning from time to time. Had she… taken off her bra to tan more skin? Strange, humans were. He didn’t understand it, wanting to change how you looked so drastically as to modify your skin complexion. He didn’t mind it, just found it odd since ponies have coats, but wasn’t about to put her down for something as silly as that. After all, she constantly marveled at how much brushing ponies required. It was a marvel to her when we shed our winter coats, if we didn’t have them groomed out prior. She compared it to cotton wool blowing all over, only it was pony fluff.

“The snow falls after the snow is gone,” as she’d put it before.

“So, now what?” he asked.

“Hrm. How about… one last ride?”

“Like that!?”

She went red in the face. “Well, not in the halls. Just… around your room, ya know?”

Solaris couldn’t help but smile, and nod, she was just the cutest thing when bashful. So, he started walking around the room, and slowly with his magic, began to remove his regalia, tossing the pieces haphazardly to the edge of the bed. He didn’t move around in any specific patterns, but tried to avoid boring circles. They’d each glance at the mirror at separate times, watching their bodies move together, and before long, she started to lean forward like earlier, resting her face against his neck as her breasts rubbed his withers.

“Yeah, I think this will be good.”

“Mhm,” he agreed.

Then there was a yawn. “I’m sorry! Oh wow, that was… gosh I didn’t realize how sleepy I was.”

He snorted. “I did most of the work.”

“That you did, my steed.” She patted his shoulder. “Now, take me to your bed.”

Stopping, he looked back. “My bed?”

“Yeah, where else am I going to sleep?”

“But I thought… this was all you wanted?”

She shook her head. “I’m sick of being alone, Sol. I… wanna be with you.”

“Oh. That’s… I mean, I wasn’t expecting, uh… it’s been a long time since I shared a bed with somepony else.”

Now he was bashful, and she loved how shy he was being about it. “Even just for snuggles?”

“Yeah.”

“Well, then we need to change that right away.”

He looked to his bed. Tensing his jaw, he forced down the lump in his throat, and simply nodded, walking towards his giant Victorian four post bed. Standing alongside it, he got as close as possible, allowing Jane to simply roll off his back, down his left wing, and land with a giggle into his comforter.

“Oh wow, this is… so soft. Warm, pretty, I love the dark purple.”

“Violet.”

She continued to lay there, not relenting, not moving over so he could… he could… Hrm. She was on his side of the bed. Was it weird, being alone, he slept on a side and not the middle? Maybe. Possibly. Then again, he was an alicorn prince, so he could do what he wanted.

Humming, he began to turn around and make for the other side of the bed when she reached over to grab his muzzle with both hands, pulling his head towards her.

Leaning forward they kissed, and it was nice. Not the first time, oh no, the first time was very awkward and silly, with lots of bashful words and nervous eye contact. Not that either of them were new to the art; they were, however, new to each other's differences in species.

Thankfully, this time around, they knew what they were doing, and ever daring, she pushed her tongue forward.

Her tongue was much smaller than his, but it was still something she enjoyed, and he did too, because she did. He allowed her entrance, and let their muscles have a brief dance before she pulled away.

Then, with another silly giggle, she rolled, actually rolled like a rolling pin, to the center of his bed, and just laid there, on her side, facing him, panting. He smiled, and giddily bounded for the bed, causing her to bounce up into the air with a shriek.

At first he was alarmed: launching her into the air was not his intention, but before he could voice an apology, she was giggling madly. He simply laid there, on his stomach, watching her laughing, and then, unable to help himself, joined her. Before long, however, more yawns escaped them both, and with a wave of his magic, he pulled the comforter from beneath them and draped it atop.

Solaris was quick to lay on his left side, facing away from her, for obvious, to him, modesty reasons. Jane seemed to not care, however, as she scooted closer, chest and stomach against his back and placed her right arm and leg over him, hugging him.

“Did… are you trying to spoon me?” he asked, looking back with a curious gaze.

“Yes, I believe I am.”

“Huh… no one’s ever tried that before, cause I’m so…”

“Big.”

“Yes, that word. I’m big.”

“Yes, that just means there’s more of you to snuggle with.” She began rubbing herself into him, the fabric of her bra and panties noticeable against his fur.

Turnabout's fair play, Jane thought, his fur was quite the sensation upon her bare skin. It was… hard to explain. So strange, alien, all these small little coarse hairs tickling her. And he was just so warm! Like the sun, if she were allowed to be corny just this once. She continued to rub his shoulder and barrel with her arm and leg, respectively, and nuzzled her face into the back of his head, in his mane.

Hah, look at her, using the word nuzzle internally like that! First stripping on top of her basically boy-slash-stallion friend, and now this! Truly she was going native now! Then again, so what? He was big and warm and soft and cuddly and just… really, great. He was a great, loving, caring guy horse thing.

Maybe she needed to stop seeing him as multiple things like that. Yes, he was a horse, or pony, whatever, but he was alive! He could talk – well they all could, but only he mattered! They breathe, they eat, they use the potty, they procreate! It’s all beautiful, and she needed to really stop seeing him as a… well, an animal was the word that first sprang to mind, but that wasn’t true either.

This was all so utterly confusing.

He was Prince Solaris, ruler of Equestria, her stallionfriend, and she loved him. He loved her, from all the times he said so. They just kissed not moments ago, so what was wrong with… with…

Oh. Oh. OH… oh. Eeyup, her mind went there. It just… went there. And now with her heart racing, she wasn’t any longer feeling all that tired.

But was she really ready for that? Could she? Could he? Closest of friends for multiple years, and basically steady for the past full year. And she did just basically strip tease on top of him, watching herself, in a mirror, and him, being… what, what was he?

He was calm, yes. He was loving, of course. But he was also… curious. That’s the word, she could feel his eyes on her. He was curious, and honestly, after his comment about the “sensitive” area above his tail, so was she.

Huh. So she was.

This was a thing now, was it? Her last boyfriend, gosh years before she came here, wasn’t anything to write home about, but still, she had a good time. He did, too, although sometimes left her unfulfilled. He was also human, so things were expected to work, and usually did, the human way.

Sol was not, although his character would put many human males to shame. No, he was a pony, equine, alicorn, whatever, he was Tab A, and she was Slot B. Then again, she’d seen and heard of other species in Equestria working it out. Gryphons, dragons, yaks, they all managed to make something that shouldn’t obviously work, function.

So really, right now, her only hesitation was him. Was he ready? Would he ever be? She figured he’d had many lovers in a thousand plus years of life, but since when was the last? She didn’t know; he hadn't said, but it felt like a long time. Too long. It was all so distressing, which just made her want to love him even more, touch him, feel him, and to have him do those same things to her.

Adjusting herself, she leaned up to look over at the stallion, laying still, eyes closed, but not smiling.

“Sol?”

“Yes, Hon?”

“Oh, you’re awake, good.”

“It’s only been five minutes.”

“Really?” Time flies when you’re having an internal debate. “Sorry, I’m just… I’m not tired anymore.”

He let out a sigh. “Me neither.”

“Oh, good. That’s… good.”

“It is?”

“Yeah. I’ve got a question to ask.”

He was silent, and Jane took that as her que to continue.

“When was the last time… you were with somepony?”

“With somepony?”

“Yes. Intimate, loved them like… this.”

Silence again, and Jane thought for a moment about saying nevermind, forget it, when he answered, quiet, yet deeply.

“One hundred and eighty five years.”

“Oh. That… must not seem like much time to you then.”

Shockingly, he turned his head around to look at her. “Each and every day was lonesome, for one hundred and eight two years.”

“I thought you just said a hundred and eight five?”

“I met you three years ago.”

“Oh…” Then it hit her. “OH! You, devilish, sneaky, corny, too good for nothing—”

He leaned his head back, booping her nose with his. “Say what you want, doesn’t change that I love you.”

Now that was just plain mean, and underhanded. Underhoofed? Either way, two could play at that game, and an awful, menacing, downright wicked idea came to Jane.

“How much do you love me?”

He laughed. “Well, we are in bed together, so I figured, you know… that much at least.”

“Hmm. Is that so?”

Slowly, Jane began scooting down the bed, keeping herself pressed against his back and under the covers, He looked on with curiosity as she continued until her crotch was near his dock. Then, with her right leg draped over his flank, she reached her right hand down to meet his croup, and grabbed him.

The stallion let out a hitched gasp, eyes wide and shocked. “Jane! What are you—”

She grinned at him, and then began rubbing her hand along his croup, and grinding her groin along his dock.

He shuddered, actually physically shuddered, his whole body shivering. “Jane, do you know what you are doing?”

“Yes.”

Strangely, she thought, he looked at her with shock on his face.

That was the moment, it finally got her. An animal wouldn’t react like this, look at her, speaking to her, love her. No, this was her stallionfriend, and it was time to ramp things up a little bit.“I know this is sorta sudden, but, I’m ready to try, if you are”.

She had stopped grinding, but her hand was still resting upon his croup, fingers dug into his tough skin, tickled by his coarse fur.

“Of course, I just thought, well…”

“You might have more time, but I’m almost thirty, my life is basically half over already.”

He snorted a laugh at that, however didn’t break eye contact. “If you’re worried because it’s been so long for me, you don’t—”

“It’s been like, six years for me at this point. If my mind is made up, then it’s made up.”

“Oh.” He gulped.

“So… are you good?”

He hesitated, but with a smile, his horn glowed, and a strange barrier went around the room, prominently at the doors.

“Was that some sort of sound dampening spell? Are you really that full of yourself in thinking you’d—”

“That was basically a do not disturb spell on the doors, only breakable by my sister for an emergency.”

“Oh.”

“My guards, even dismissed, bless their little pony hearts, sometimes get… overzealous.”

“I see. That would make things quite awkward if they busted in thinking I was attacking you, only to discover I was rocking your world.”

“Hah! Now who’s full of themselves!”

For that she smacked his croup, and once more that wonderful shudder rippled through his body, vibrating into hers as well. Not wanting to let it go to waste, she began once again grinding her crotch onto his dock, massaging his croup with both hands.

Prince Solaris turned into putty in her hands, closing his eyes, still on his side as he laid his head onto his pillow, and an occasional moan escaping his muzzle. For a moment, it felt like his flanks were warming up against her leg, but she continued the ministrations. Hands rubbing, kneading, even once and a while a small slap, all the while her now wet panties grinding along that raised spot that connected his tail to his back.

An odd place for a stallion to be turned on by, but hey, she remembered that airhead Mark and how he was obsessed with her rubbing his collar bone.

Strange indeed.

“Oh.”

Jane paused a moment. “Hrm? What’s wrong?”

“I… uh… I think I’m… ready.”

She blinked. Wait, was he trying to say…

“You’re hard now? Or, uh, unsheathed, I suppose?”

Bashfully, he nodded.

“Well, I suppose I’m a bit excited myself.”

“Hah, yeah, I think I can tell,” he said, then wiggled his rump against her.

Now it was her turn to gasp in shock, his motion moving much more than her simple little grinding.

“So, now what?”

Jane snickered. “Jesus, dude, you’re acting like you’re a virgin again.”

Solaris shook his head. “No, I mean… technically, we’ve never… experienced each other’s anatomy. Do you want to… explore?”

“Explore?” she questioned, rubbing her chin in circular motions against his back. “That… might not be a bad idea. See what we’re getting into, make sure we can’t hurt each other.”

He nodded. “Exactly what I meant. I mean, I am an alicorn stallion, and probably the biggest one in the whole country, debatably the world. And you are…”

“I’m just a small, frail, human woman who fell in love with that big lug.”

“Yeah, and I fell in love with her, in all her frailness.”

“Oh, you think that huh?”

“You said it!”

This time, Jane threw the blanket off of them both and stood on her knees.

“Alright then, dude, get on your back. Let’s do this! I’m pumped!”

With a hearty laugh, he smiled, “You are such a dork.”

“I’m now a horny dork, thank you. Come on, don’t be shy.”

Prince Solaris, ruler of Equestria, raiser and lowerer of the sun (and moon for a time), huddled his rear legs towards himself shyly.

Jane placed her hands on her hips. “Oh my God, are you still worried about this?”

“Well I’m sorry! It’s sudden!”

Jane threw her hands up in the air. “God if I gotta do everything again.”

“Again!? I carried you here!”

“Shut up!”

She jumped on her knees, bouncing the bed, and her second jump landed, stomach first, on his barrel. He was still laying on his side, but it didn’t deter her one bit. She scooted forward on him so her face was inches from his own.

“Roll. Over.”

“Yes, Hon.”

Slowly, diligently, the stallion began to roll himself onto his back, all the while Jane countered the motion by placing her hands and feet on either side of him, into the mattress. Once he fully faced her, she couldn’t help but marvel at how his fur thinned out, and some of his dark gray skin showed through.

Then something poked her right leg, and she jumped a little, startled to the point she fell onto his chest with an audible oof from the both of them.

“Easy there. You okay?”

She simply nodded, then looked up to him, and hugged his barrel with her arms. “If that’s what I think it was, then this should prove to be quite the learning experience.”

“It was, and it shall. Are you ready?”

“Of course.” She grinned. “Someone once bet I couldn’t shove a Miller Light can into my cooch, so I showed them.”

“I’ll pretend I know what that is.”

“Good.”

So, taking a quick breath, and even quicker giving him a peck on the lips, she turned herself around, keeping her stomach touching his, and what was now in front of her face was definitely a horse dick.

Okay, to be fair, she knew stallions here actually packed horse-shaped dicks, and sometimes she saw a pony casually dropped, but they were all shorter, compact, matching the size of their little bodies.

Solaris was almost the size of a real horse, and his dong went right along.

“Oh crud. Mistakes were made.”

“Well, so much for the previous bravado,” he joked.

“No, dude, I was uh… this is…”

It was, in fact, the same dark gray as his skin, mostly, save for a couple of small spots of pink towards the base, but yeah, it was arguably only a fraction smaller than an actual horse dick. Her aunt out in Colorado raised and bred horses, so Jane actually knew this for a fact.

Her eyes traveled up and down the length, from the flat head to the medial ring, then to his sheath, the dark gray continuing to be the trend save for a few small pink spots. And if she tilted her head to either side, oh so carefully, two large, dark, oval orbs rested towards the rear of his flanks.

“This is what?” Solaris asked.

“I know what I was saying earlier, but I just… gimme a minute, alright? You can… uh… check me out in the meantime.”

Shifting her hands from the bed, she began to reach down towards her panties, her chest against his lower barrel, as she inched her face closer to the base of his shaft. Before her hands could get to her panties, she felt two hooves stop them.

“Hey now, you got me excited. I think it’s only fair I get to open my present, hrm?”

Oh sure, now he’s gonna be a cheeky little shit. “Sure, go for it, just, try not to tear them or anything. I’ve got a limited supply.”

“Elusive’s work, I take it?”

“Yeah, he was one kinky bastard.”

Solaris laughed, and when he pulled his hooves from her hands, she expected them to then touch her hips. However, soft, gentle finger-like appendages began to gently stroke her sides, near her ribs, and work their way down.

“Wow, you’re just… so smooth.”

“So are your wings, just… wow.”

She could practically hear him grinning, and felt his wing tips grab onto the two small straps, and begin pulling them down. First thing to shift was the back of the panties, so she straightened her legs so they could be worked down and off. Once she felt them drag away from her crotch, she lifted her butt up in the air, and bent a leg in and back so it could be fished out of the loop.

Once free, she returned her legs to either side of his barrel, the panties falling down her left leg and onto the bed. She was now exposed to him, and for a moment, she just felt his wing against her thighs.

“Wow. That’s…”

Jane jiggled her butt. “Yeah, not a pony’s, I’m sure.”

“That it is not, but it’s just… it’s like, a flower almost, those extra ridges. I’m…”

“There’s a reason we call it the Birds and the Bees.”

“Really? Weird.”

“Wait, how do ponies teach about sex then?”

“It’s usually a little more instinctual, but, well, when a young mare goes into her first heat cycle, a wise adult explains that now some young stallions might start acting weird around them, so just remember to kick really hard until they’re eighteen.”

“Bullshit!”

“Yeah, it is, we use the Birds and the Breezies also.”

“You big jerk!” She took her hands and dug into the mattress, palms up, where his croup was, and began teasing him under his own weight.

“Oooooooh by my father’s gorgeous beard, that’s cruel and divine all at once!”

“Yes, and now that I know your weakness, I’m gonna—”

Jane was silenced by a sudden contact against her pussy, as a long, wet, and strong tongue ran from clit to top, and against her own instincts let out a cry of surprise.

“You were saying?” he asked, smugly, while blowing his hot breath against her and massaging his wings against her thighs.

“Okay, first off, fuck you. Second off, your tongue is amazing. Thirdly.”

“Thirdly what?”

While not fast, in a precise fluid-like motion, she removed her hands from under his rump, and brought them up to grasp him just above the medial ring. She was, in fact, able to wrap her hands around it all the way. Although he didn’t cry out like she had, he still tensed up, and instinctively his hips bucked forwards slightly.

“Well, somepony sure is eager.”

“Yeah, because somehuman was first.”

Not feeling bothered to correct him on the wordology, she pulled his member down towards her face. The head was now at eye level, mere inches away, and it was a sight to behold. Nearly flat, a small hole off-center, and lots of flappy skin around the edge, perfectly set up to swell from a flare and prevent any loss of fluid.

“Yeah, this isn’t too bad, I handled that twenty-four ounce can like a champ, and it was cold!”

He snickered at that, still rubbing her thighs and butt with his wings, and his hot breath was still just far enough away from her folds to be noticable.

“Look, college was a crazy time, alright?”

“Sure, sure.”

She huffed, and inadvertently breathed onto his head, causing it to twitch.

It was alright, she had this, she could do it. Well, some of it, there was no way she’d get that thing down her throat, nor even close to his medial ring, but she could still try the tip. She had a girlfriend who could put a billiards ball into her mouth, so Jane could definitely take his head.

Nearing it to her mouth, she was first taken aback by the smell. It was musky, not unlike what a guy would smell after a workout, but also something else was lingering there, vaguely reminiscent of the pasture grasses of her aunt’s horse farm. Closer in yet, she could feel the heat radiate from it, warm, much like the pony it belonged to. Lastly, the feel as the velvet like skin touched against her lips as she simply rubbed them against the blunt head.

As an afterthought, she stuck her tongue out between her lips to play with the urethra, and wet the whole tip while she was there.

The strange, yet familiar feelings didn’t stop there. After only a few licks, a fluid began to rise out of his hole, and knowing full well of what it was, it was time for another test. The taste, then texture, was not totally foreign to Jane, however it was still different enough to notice. That salty taste was still there, maybe not as bitter as she was used to (probably the horse like diet) although his pre didn’t seem to be as slimy and thick as a guy’s would.

It was… much thinner, arguably more watery, but she wasn’t sure if it was just because of it being pre, or if this was… well, how it was. She stuck the tip of her tongue once again into the tip of his hole.

“Ooooooh, that’s something a pony can’t do.”

She pulled her lips away. “What was that?”

“Our tongues, they’re far larger than yours. That was… different, what you did there.”

“Mmm,” she hummed, then, as an arrant thought, placed her lips back to the flat head and hummed again, getting another sigh, another shudder, and movement at her rear as he drew in closer.

His wings had, slowly, been drifting towards her waiting sex, and now grabbed the sides to spread her open, giving the alicorn a generous view of what made her a woman. Her pussy, slicked with moisture, bright pink, wrinkled folds, and a heavenly smell of nectar and body sweat brought the prince to a feeling he hadn’t had in a century.

“Oh, Hon, you are… something else.”

She hummed again, still playing with his head by use of her tongue.

Now his hooves, unshod, began rubbing where his wings once had, since they were busy spreading her pussy for greater access for his large tongue. And he did not hesitate, another lick up, then down, and rubbing the edges, and Jane was vibrating with pleasure.

“Now you’re just trying to show me up,” she remarked, and his only response was a hum.

So now it was her turn, she’d played with the head a bit, but it was time to test the waters. Working her jaw, smacking and licking her lips, she took another whiff of his musk, and opened wide, and leaned forward.

Surprisingly, his head had quite some give to it, not spongy, but enough that she didn’t have to figuratively unhinge her jaw, but enough that she could relax it. She began running her tongue around the edge, barely able to go all the way around, and slowly worked her way down, half an inch at a time.

Not surprisingly, however, she didn’t make much progress before she felt it nearing the back of her throat, and that was it. Normally not a gagger, she did feel a strange sensation in her throat, but that could be because usually her jaw wasn’t all the way open like this. Something new, perhaps, although she was not in the mood to test that out right this moment.

She began working her way back, removing the head, tongue playing all the while, and with an audible pop, it came out. Rotating her jaw, she could feel it crack. “Oh, that’s going to take some getting used to.”

He pulled from her slit. “Not unenjoyable, I hope?”

She shrugged. “I like giving head as much as the next girl, so long as I’m getting a little attention too, ya know?”

Nodding, he leaned forward, and after another drag of his tongue, he paused, and pushed forward.

“Ooooooooooh,” Jane moaned, as more and more of his mouth muscle worked its way in.

While larger in size, not as much in length, he continued to push forward until he was stopped by his muzzle, the thick hairs on his chin tickling her clit. Stranger yet, she could actually feel him smiling against her ass cheeks.

Horse mouths were so strange. Wait, no, she had to quit thinking like that! They were doing this, no more! They were just themselves, she was Jane, he was Solaris. She was a ballet dancer, and he was a prince of a nation. They were going to do the nasty, and probably be very sore tomorrow.

And she was perfectly okay with that.

So back to it they went, Prince Solaris eating out Jane, and Jane suckling, licking, and teasing the head of his shaft. He would rub his hooves along her outer thighs and hips. While they were kind of hard and rough, his wing ministrations along her inner cheeks and tongue work were enough of a distraction to make her not care.

On the other end, Jane was running her hands along the base of his shaft, then rub up his length, back down again, play with his sheath, then running her fingers through the thin hair of his inner thighs, and even reaching around to give his sun-bearing cutie marks some attention. However, one thing eluded her attention, and she was still debating how to tackle the large balls of her stallion friend-turned-lover.

Or really, were they always lovers from the start of this, just in denial? Huh, more to mull over when not having a prince eat out her pussy.

Suckling continued for a few more moments, and then she felt herself go hollow as Solaris removed his tongue.

“Hey, uh, not to be a downer on this wonderful situation, but I’m… well…”

She removed her mouth. “Getting close?”

“Mhm. Probably would have already gone off if you’d started fondling my—”

Once he’d said it, she knew now it was time, and reached her hands around, taking the large balls in her hands and began stroking, rubbing, and lathering them with her own sweat covered hands.

“Oooooooooh you did it you… you…”

“Sensitive, much?”

His response was a grunt, and she had the unfortunate timing to raise her head from his belly to the head of his shaft, just in time for a very warm glob to smack her in the face. The first was followed by three more powerful thrusts of his hips, spraying her face, neck, and upper chest with his spunk.

As the air humping tapered off, she continued to massage his balls, although out of a lack of brain function than desire. Her right eye was closed tight, and only then did she realize her earlier thoughts were spot on. Instead of the thick, slimy jizz as was customary to her, this was much thinner as it dribbled down her face, neck, and into her cleavage.

Not really watery, but like melted butter in a pan.

Naturally, the only thing she could really do was open her mouth, and lick her lips of the substance, and hum. “Not bad.”

Solaris let out a breath. “Sorry, you just… caught me off guard, and it was so good I got… lost.”

“Yeah, I can tell.”

Finally, after several long minutes resting on his stomach, she raised herself up, walking her hands from the base of his shaft to where she sat, her wet fluids soaking into his coarse underbarrel hair. Supporting herself, legs on the mattress and hands on his stomach, she turned herself completely around, and then sat back down, rising and falling with his heavy breaths.

“Wow, you, uh, look…”

“Like I just had a horse jizz in my face.”

“I was going to say beautiful, or even pretty, but yeah, that’s the blunt of it.”

She grinned, and then grabbed her still bra’d breasts, squeezing them together so his spunk dribbled out. “Oh, so seeing me drenched in your hot cum turns you on, does it?”

He gulped. “Well… actually, yes, which is strange cause I never found it much appealing in previous lovers.”

With a bemused smile, Jane couldn’t help but notice how drawn to her breasts he was, still in their cloth prison, wet with his load. She finally let them go, allowing more to dribble down her stomach. “Then I’m glad I was able to bring out this side of you. Now, open your mouth.”

“Uh, why—”

In talking, he inadvertently opened his mouth, as is needed to perform such an action, and she leaned forward, kissing him, the stallion jizz dripping onto his face, muzzle, and such. She pulled back, and he couldn’t help but keep his mouth wide open in shock, and a very unfamiliar taste.

“Blowjob’s revenge, I always do that when a B-F would blow on my face.”

“That’s definitely not something I’ve done before.”

Jane rolled her eyes. “Jesus, are you like, super vanilla or something?”

“Well, I mean, it’s just so… ordinary.”

She blinked, rubbing his sperm from her eye. “Ordinary?”

Nodding, he pulled a wing over between them, and started counting feathertips. At the same time, his horn glowed as a trash can and box of tissues were brought over, allowing Jane the decency to start wiping off the heavy traces of the facial.

“Yeah, the usual odd stuff is bondage, denial, sub and dom, butt stuff on both parties… I’ve even bedded a stallion with just my rump sticking out of a cloud while I talked with a Cloudsdale couple on the other side, trying to mask what was going on.

“So yeah, that was… different.”

“Wait, you’ve been banged by another stallion, and never tasted spunk?”

“Never my own.”

“Huh. What’d you think?”

“If it’s with you, like this? I’m okay with it.”

“Awesome, however, lets not make this,” she gestured to herself, “a common thing.”

He nodded and silence took over, Jane sitting atop Solaris. She looked behind her at the soft, yet still unsheathed dick of her stallion.

“So… round two?” she asked.

He grinned. “Yeah, but as fun as that was, I’m up for… more. If you are, that is, comfortable with that.”

Jane blew a raspberry, sending bits of stallion jizz flying from her lower lip. “I just did something that would have horrified my aunt Claire. Shoot for the moon, baby.”

Laughing loudly, he leaned up, she leaned down, and they kissed once more, Jane adding some chin scritches. The night was still young, and she’d yet to get off.

2: Bareback Stud

Chapter Two: Bareback Stud

Jane was still on top of Prince Solaris' barrel as they took a few moments to catch their breath, mixed with kissing, a few nibbles of each other’s necks, and as always demanded more chin scritches mixed in with some ear rubs. He tried to reciprocate her actions, but without the small bits of fur on her head and face, it just didn’t have the same effect for him.

She giggled at it, gave him another kiss, short and sweet, then pulled up and got off of him, giving his still hard and slick member a single stroke with her palm, from just below the head down to his medial ring.

Jumping off the bed her bare feet smacked the floor with a couple of plaps, and she turned to him, still only wearing her bra.

Right away, all her boastful bravado waned as she watched her lover roll to his side, facing her, legs laid over one another. His wing twitched, his long neck kept his head level, and not for the first time, she realized something.

“Damn, dude, you’re big.” She wasn't just talking about his dick.

He snickered, and with a roll landed all four hooves onto his floor. Stepping up to her, he rubbed his muzzle along her own face and neck, his nostrils lost in her long hair. He drew in a deep breath, and released it.

She laughed. “Oh, so now you show me you’re interested.”

“To be fair, I showed that to you some time ago, and we’ve already both shared our breaths many times.”

“Yeah, but like, shouldn’t that be a thing before the sex part?”

Snaking around her, he ran his right wing along her shoulders, and Jane shivered at the gentle touch.

“Well, we’ve only done oral, so I guess there’s still time?” he asked.

Coming back around to face her, they stood eye level, although with his tall ears and taller horn, he was technically larger than her. The height itself wasn't what Prince Solaris focused on, however, but her beautiful brown eyes enraptured him.

She was never eye level with a horse on her aunt’s range, they always towered over her. But here, it was the opposite. She was the one looking down on most ponies, except for Solaris, and in times of intimidation, his sister Luna.

Reaching her hands forward to cup his cheeks, she placed her face within inches of his, and blew her breath through her nose. He inhaled, and did the same.

He smiled. “There, you freak.”

“Me? The freak? Who’s the big white tower of horse muscle and cute stubble?”

He blushed. “It’s not cute…”

“Oh like Hell it isn’t. Just look at this.” She illustrated her point by giving more chin scritches.

Solaris practically melted into the touching, and slowly, she began to walk around him, tracing her hands along his side, even giving his wing some attention. But as she neared his sun-emblazoned rump, she began kneading into his flesh and muscle. And lastly, she found that oh so sweet spot of his, and gave it some attention.

An audible phlap sounded from under him, and she couldn’t help herself but lean over and look below him, and marvel how his erection bounced off of his barrel with his heartbeat. “I think you’re eager.”

“Says the woman with no panties.”

“Hah!”

Sol stuck his tongue out at her playfully.

She blew a raspberry, then a curious thought struck as she looked over to the bed. “Hey, uh, Sol?”

“Yes?”

She gulped, fiddling with her own hair. “I just… well, this might be weird, but I gotta ask…”

Raising a brow, he urged her to continue with a roll of his hoof.

“It’s just… with all the other species on Equestria, like gryphons, and those hippo-thingies…”

“Hippogryphs, Hon, we’ve been over this.”

She rolled her hand at him. “Yeah yeah, I know, but still. They’re… like, hybrids, right?”

“I suppose so, yeah.”

This was the next part that honestly worried her.

“How… did they come to be? Like, did those different species get frisky and bam?”

“Bam?”

“Yeah.” She made a gesture with her hands, smacking them together a couple of times. “Bam.”

After a few seconds the implication clicked to the alicorn, and he let out a laugh. “Oh no, not at all. That’s just how it is. Why? What are… oh. You’re… worried about us?”

Hesitantly, she nodded.

Walking forward, he rubbed his muzzle against her. “Hey, it’s alright. Nothing like that can happen, especially between us. It just goes against the natural law.”

“You’re sure?”

He nodded. “Yes, the only way it even could was with some intense magic, but honestly, you’d know if that was going on.”

Jane nodded, and he smiled at her.

“So, if you cum inside…”

“I’ll probably just make a mess.”

A snort escaped her. “So no condoms?”

“Con-what?”

She blinked.

Then he grinned, unable to hold back. She gave his shoulder a smack.

“Seriously! That wasn’t funny!”

He laughed more. “It kinda was. Yes, those are a thing here. And no, we should be perfectly okay.”

Nodding to herself, she walked away from him to sit on the bed’s edge, crossing her left leg over her right.

Jane let out a breath, then looked at him. “Alright, then if you’re sure,” she grinned, “let's do this.”

With no hesitation, he slowly walked forward, and then leaned his head down low, shoving his nose into the crevice created by her crossed over leg. Nudging her thigh, her leg relaxed, and she allowed him to push it out of the way. Now both feet back onto the ground again, legs spread, her small triangle of fur was visible to him just above her entrance.

Slowly, methodically, he kissed her there, which was an odd gesture to her since she hadn’t shaved in weeks. Then again, horses are always fuzzy, so maybe he likes that? What a strange twist from home if that ended up being the case.

From there, Solaris began to work his way up her stomach, between her concealed breasts–although grabbing the small strand in his teeth and pulling back, allowing it to flick against her–and up her neck, chin, and finally her lips for another kiss. This time the kiss was slow, their tongues touching and loving. He gingerly began to press her back against the mattress.

Jane couldn’t help but smile throughout it, and when she periodically opened her eyes, his were still closed, lost in the moment.

At last, the time came that she could no longer hold herself up vertically, and fell with a puff of sheets onto her back. Solaris remained at the edge of the bed, his forelegs and chest against her knees as her legs dangled over, unable to touch the floor.

Wordlessly, she bit a finger nail in her mouth, and slowly spread her legs once more.

This was all the invitation he needed, and with one strong foreleg at a time, lifted himself up onto the bed over her, his rear hooves clopping on the floor as he walked himself closer, and from between them she could see his still hard–and now swinging–member.

He stopped over her, a bit too far past to insert. Unwilling to spoil the contact she reached a hand between them and began to stroke him off. He lowered himself down to the point he was sandwiching his penis between her abdomen and his barrel. A strange blend of his slick member, and the coarse hairs of his ruff tickled her skin as he lowered himself down, although a thought suddenly struck as his weight increased.

“Woah, easy now Sol, I ain’t no mare.”

He paused, raising a brow.

“I need to breathe, dude.”

“Oh.” He blushed, and gingerly raised himself back up a few inches.

“You gonna be okay with holding yourself up like that?” she asked.

“Yeah, just it’s… unusual, ponies can usually handle the weight of another pony upon their back.”

“Yeah, well remember the frail thing we joked about earlier? Not too far from the truth.”

“Right. Sorry, just…”

Her other free hand found his cheek, and she gave him a few loving pats.

“It’s alright. Let's do this, yeah?”

Nodding, he backed himself up a couple steps, his member still between them, and she could feel his dick rubbing along her stomach, leaving a small trail of pre.

Finally, he was far enough that his dick rested along her pubes, the head twitching with his heart, fast and hard. “You ready?”

Jane nodded, and leaned her head forward. He got the message, and while he had to stretch his neck forward to do so, leaned in and gave another kiss. As their lips connected, his hips rocked back, and she felt his blunt head against her folds, and slowly, gingerly, he began to push.

Lube had been far in the back of her mind, but as she felt his head pushing against her, she suddenly had a fear that she’d been dumb–she wasn’t aware of just how wet she was. While a small bit of resistance was there, she felt herself opening to his flare. She widened her hips and spread her legs farther, and gave a small grunt as his head popped right in.

They both moaned, Jane more loudly as she bit his lower lip, and they stopped their movements.

He blew a breath from his nose into her face, and she let go of his lip with an apology.

“You okay? Do we need to…”

“No, I think I’m… we’re good. Yeah, we’re good. Just, remember, I don’t think I can take that whole thing. At least, not without a lot of practice.”

“That could be arranged.”

She gave his cheek a gentle, playful smack.

He swayed his flanks, and with a silent nod, he began to push in again. Slowly, looking at her to gauge how well this was going, or if she was in pain and he should pull out.

Jane, for her own part, was honestly a bit overwhelmed at the size, but not so unsure of herself that she couldn’t handle the girth.

College, man, crazy times.

However, the actual feeling of such a foreign thing moving inside of her, pushing with only a small trace of resistance, was overwhelming. In a good way. She wasn’t a tight lady, but not as loose as some, and the feeling of his bumpy flare rubbing her walls was a whole new experience. One, she could tell already, that she’d enjoy quite a lot.

The more he inserted into her, the more blissful he felt inside. He wasn’t very far into her, only half way to his medial ring, so five inches maybe, and she found her legs uncomfortable, so instinctively she raised them up, swung them around, and hugged just forward of his flanks and dug her heels into his coarse fur.

She hadn’t realized how close her heels had dug into his dock, however, until he let out a shuddered breath and twitched, rocking his hips forward with a thrust.

“Holy shit!”

That nearly took the wind out of her as he shoved himself to the medial ring, the small bulge of skin rubbing against her clit.

“Sorry! Hon, you okay?”

“Yeah, yeah, just… gimme a second. Jesus dude, that was…”

“Yeah, tell me about it. I’ve never done this position with someone with such agile hindlegs before. You caught me off guard.”

Jane couldn’t help but let out a laugh, and began wiggling her hips to test out how she felt. Again, Solaris shuddered, but not as violently.

He moaned. “That feels so good, wow.”

“Mmm, yeah, being a nimble chick has its advantages.”

“You’re also just so… much tighter than what I’m used to.”

“Even anal?”

He raised a brow at her.

“Also, as an afterthought, that’s out of the question.”

“I kinda figured that. I wanna break you in half the fun way, not the hide the body way.”

She stared at him, dumbfounded.

“That was a joke, Hon.”

“I know. I’m just… honestly, that was kinda hot, and I don’t know why.”

He grinned, and gave another small push forward, inserting himself now slightly past his medial ring.

“Oooooooh, there, stop… stop there. That’s…”

“Does it hurt?”

The worry in his eyes was blatant, however she patted his cheek again.

“No, no, just, a bit uncomfortable. That’s gonna be it, I think.”

Then they both looked down between them; a little over half of him was inside her. More than they’d first thought possible. Amusingly enough, with how trim she was, a small little bulge was even noticeable along her lower stomach.

“Oh wow, that’s…”

Solaris snickered. “You’re full of all kinds of surprises, huh? I’ve never seen that before.”

“Yeah, neither have I.” Gingerly, she took a hand and ran it along her lower abdomen, feeling the lump.

It was impossible to feel what it was, but looking down between her legs left nothing to the imagination.

With both of their eyes still focused on their union, he began to gingerly back out of her, the small lump disappearing quickly.

“So weird,” Jane mumbled.

Her stallion snorted a laugh, but continued to pull out to the point only a couple inches remained inside.

“So, are we good?” he asked.

A breath, then two, and Jane nodded. “Yeah, I’m a little nervous, but it felt good.”

Nodding in return, he began to inch himself back in, his blunt head rubbing against her constricting walls with slick abled assistance. He went all the way till his medial ring entered, hesitated a moment, and began to pull back out.

Jane reached her arms forward, having to lean up a little, and wrapped them around his neck as she rubbed her face along his, and then it began.

A slow rhythm of in, out, in, out. He never pushed himself past his ring, but with Jane’s heels digging into his behind, her hands stroking his neck and muzzle, mixing in random chin scritches and ear rubs, there wasn’t much need to go crazy.

She wasn’t a mare in the midst of her heat, after all. This was just for fun, for adventure, to come closer to one another in a way they’d yet to embrace completely.

“You’re just… so beautiful.”

She smiled at his words, giving his snout a kiss and then letting go of him, falling onto her back with a small bounce.

This allowed him to start picking up a pace, as the wet, messy squelch sounds began to come from their union.

“Oooooh, yeah,” Jane moaned, her arms falling to the mattress above her head, hands locked together.

Solaris let out a few deep breaths her way, although she was too lost in the slow fucking she was getting to return the gesture.

While lost in her own bliss, he couldn’t help but look down at her chest, at the still hidden mammaries of his love. Rocking himself forward, he leaned down and began rubbing his muzzle against the covering lingerie.

“Oh, I can take that off if you—”

His eyes looked to her, and he grinned, her words falling flat as she studied him curiously. Then he pushed his muzzle directly between them, his lips parting, the small hairs tickling her briefly.

Then she felt his teeth against her skin, and before she could voice her concern, he pulled back the bridge of her bra like he’d done previously, only this time held it in his teeth for longer, and quickly chomped.

The gentle, light fabric broke instantly, the two halves being tossed to either side of Jane from the elastic.

“What the— Dude! I only have a few pairs of those, and Elusive doesn’t come cheap!”

He rolled his eyes. “I’m a Prince, I’ll buy you a new one.”

She blinked. “Oh. Well, when you put it like that…”

Now on full display, her perky breasts were bouncing with his thrusts. They were not totally unlike a mare’s, but the one thing they had over them was their location on the body. Most ponies didn’t find the teats of a mare as something one would find attractive. It was just part of the body, but in Jane’s case, they were there, on display all the time, in a pony’s face even.

They were there to be desired, lusted over, and for everyone to see.

Her eyes bored into him. “God, you’re getting a boob fetish, aren’t you?”

“Yeah, I think so.” He didn’t miss a beat, lowering his face into them again, rubbing his long muzzle against the smooth skin.

She chuckled, and took a breast in each hand, smooshing them against his face.

He hummed, and she could feel it through her chest.

“Just wait until we try a tit-job.”

He pulled back. “I’m familiar with those, although it’s trickier with mares who’ve yet to have a foal.”

“Yeah, but were their tits just below their mouth where they could suckle and lick your head while you fucked them?”

He paused, even his gentle humping halted, and his eyes widened.

“Oh dude, you’re… actually fantasizing over that versus fucking me, aren’t you? Save it for next time.”

He blinked, his eyes returning to normal, and began his thrusts once again, although a little more power behind each hump. “Yeah, I… wait, next time?”

She nodded, cupping her breasts with her hands. “Yeah, duh. We’re here, aren’t we? Why wouldn’t we do this again?”

Honestly the thought hadn’t come to him, but now that it was said out loud…

“Have I told you recently how beautiful you are, and how much I love you?”

“Tonight, or since we started going steady?”

“Yes.”

She rolled her eyes. “Dude, as much fun as this is–and I love you too by the by–let’s get this going.”

He gave another one of his genuine smiles, and began thrusting in earnest. He was trying to be cautious of how far he went into her, while avoiding the ball-slapping pounding that would be expected. Screams of passion were fine, but screams of pain were not.

Thirty seconds later, and he could already feel himself approaching his peak.

“H-how close are you?” he asked.

Her hands were back above her head on the mattress, her breasts bouncing with each of his thrusts. “I mean… not really, we’re still going pretty slow. Takes a good rutting to get me jilled.”

Pausing, he backed off of her, to the point his entire length came out of her with an audible pop. Her legs let go of him, and he placed his forehooves back onto the floor. Her emptiness now much more apparent with the lack of his member pounding away at her.

“Well, I’m getting close, and while I am a stallion of many talents, I don’t have infinite stamina. So, roll over.”

She raised a brow, but sitting up she did as asked, placing her feet on the floor, her rump sticking out at the bed edge. She curved her back, locking her elbows so she was holding her upper body vertical.

“Tired of my breasts already?”

Shaking his head, he stepped forward, placing his muzzle against her left ass cheek, rubbing it gently. “No, you said it yourself, you need a good rutting. What better way than we do it traditionally?”

“Oh, huh.”

Honestly, the thought did spark something inside of Jane, however she wasn’t exactly sure just what that was yet.

He began rubbing his chin along above her butt, and he inched closer and closer, rubbing along her back. Hitting the bed’s edge with his chest, he energetically reared, placing both forelegs up and onto the mattress on either side of Jane, bouncing her, and she gave off a laugh.

“Eager is the word of the night, I think.”

Solaris couldn’t deny that, but said nothing as he continued licking and nuzzling along her back, to the point her long brown hair began to get in the way.

He breathed in her scent, the smell of her floral shampoo long since faded, replaced with sweat and his own smells.

His scent, on her body.

It was nearly too much, as his dick twitched, flicking, and sending a watery glob of pre against her butt.

Sensing his relaxing member, he bumped the head of his dick against her backside, and instinctively she spread her legs open a little more, as before. Then he touched her folds, and with no hesitation pushed his hips forward.

Seeming to have acclimated to his larger size, he pushed into her with his massive length with little resistance. She let out a purr of pleasure, her arms shaking from the excitement as his blunt head rubbed at her inner walls. Once in as far as he could, just past his medial ring, he pressed his barrel against her, pushing her down to lay onto the mattress.

She didn’t fight or protest this, instead more than curious at how his coarse fur rubbed against her naked skin. It was such a unique feeling; even after experiencing it plenty of times. Once she was down, he picked himself back up, adjusting his forelegs, ankles placed above her shoulders, and pulled out.

Now when he thrust into her, it was with a lot more pressure and speed than before, and Jane let out a squeal of surprise.

“I know… I said it before,” Jane began, then after another thrust, his twitching dick inside of her, continued, “but this is good.”

He hummed, and began thrusting faster, his member pounding against her, and had he been able to go in deeper, his balls would be slapping against her ass. As they hung, they simply swayed back and forth between his legs.

“But with you, this is… really good.”

Encouraged on by her words, he thrust in and out of her vigorously, his large girth pleasuring her in places she hadn’t felt before. The usual mare had all kinds of control of her inner muscles, the need to milk a stallion to sate her heat. However while Jane could flex a couple, it wasn’t exactly the same, although arguably it wasn’t a bad thing.

The differences between species was forgone over the fact that there was real passion between them.

Those thoughts urged him on, and his pace picked up a quicker tempo. An occasional squeal came from Jane as he’d give a particularly hard thrust, feeling his head hit some resistance inside of her, then pulling out to pound at her needing pussy again. She never protested this, never cried in pain, too lost in her ecstasy.

“Oh, that’s right you stud, fuck me, fuck me good.”

And her enthusiasm only pushed him closer and closer.

“I’m… getting close.”

“I’m… close too, but just… more! Come on stud, fuck me!”

That did it, and he brayed, removing his forelegs from her shoulders, pressing them against her sides. He reached his muzzle down for the long strands of her hair, getting a good mouth full, and pulled back.

“Oh fuuuuuuuck!” Jane shouted, digging her fingers into the comforter.

Now not only was her whole body being rocked by his intense humping, but his occasional yanks of her hair in his mouth caused her to scream out, begging him to keep it up.

“So… fucking close…”

However, he was closer.

He breathed through the hair in his mouth. “I’m… about to…”

She didn’t respond, her world being blocked out by the intense bliss of his combined rutting, the medial ring against her clit, flaring head against her walls, and her hair being pulled–an old kink being rebirthed–was pushing her near the limit.

Then, he gave one hard yank of her head, pulling her up against his chest, his forelegs against her sides as he tried to find purchase, he thrust one final time, as deep as he could go while his self-control kept him from hurting her. His head inside of her flared, locking him into place, and he whinnied.

Jane’s breath got caught in her throat upon the first wave of cum to splash inside of her. The sheer volume of what a horse could, and in comparison her stud above her, release in a load was apparent. Her insides felt ready to explode; a strange yet erotic fullness in her core rocked her world as she felt his flared head push into her as far as it could go, and release another bout of watery semen.

The second shot of load then went off, much smaller than the first thanks to him nutting in her face earlier. It was no real shocker he was low on his second round of cumming, but the amount was nothing to brush off.

As the third wave hit, he released her hair from his mouth, and as she flopped forward he pushed his weight against her back, rubbing his pasterns against her sides, his flanks sticking in the air as his tail wagged and he tried to pull back, his flared head rubbing against her inner walls, and then thrust forward a touch, trying to get every little bit he could out of himself.

Another small hump, and another wave of tapering cum, and he finally relaxed, feeling some of his seed ooze past his flared head, having nowhere else to go, and dribble out of her, small splatterings of cum sounding off the marble floor.

He didn’t have his full weight against her back, just enough to feel that desired pressure, his forelegs bent back and locked in place at her sides, the primal part of his brain looking for those pressures of blissful mating.

Jane was panting hard, partly pushed into the mattress from his weight, but still able to breathe.

“Holy... fuck... dude,” was all she could get out.

Slowly, he eased himself off her, allowing her to once again breathe properly, and just lay on the bed, the only signs of life being her rising and falling back.

He remained inside, although he could tell he was beginning to sheath, as more fluid ran out of her and splattered.

Then, by surprise, Jane rolled her left hand into a fist and smacked it against the bed.

“Damn it…”

He looked down at her, confused, as she smacked a fist against the bed again. “Hon?”

“I was just… so close. So fucking close.”

His eyes widened in shock. “Wait, you didn’t cum!?”

Instead of being angry, she just let out a sigh, turning her head so she could peer at him, face still against the sheet. “No, I was so close though.”

He blinked again. “By the Stars, how was a human male supposed to please you?”

She motioned for him to back off, so he did a couple steps, his soft member finally coming out of her with a wet plop. Rolling over, she watched in amusement as she spilled a lot of horse jizz.

“Damn dude, even the second round and you had a lot.”

He nodded, a proud smile upon his muzzle as he looked upon the first seed spilled in over a hundred years. It felt good to release that pent up mess, even the second round was plentiful.

However, he had more important things to think about, and pushed those pleasant thoughts aside as something else seemed to bother him. “Yeah, but enough about me, you didn’t orgasm? Was it… was I…?”

Her eyes shot open wide, and she motioned for him to come close. He took a few steps forward, and she grabbed for his face, pulling him in close.

“Oh no no, Sol, no, it’s not you. That was, honestly, the hottest fuck I’ve ever had. It’s just, human guys usually last a bit longer than… that.”

He looked at her quizzically. “How long?”

She gulped. “I dunno… I had a guy that could go at least five minutes…”

“Oh, well I mean, if I need to squeeze in a third round, I can sure try—”

She cut him off. “I also had another boyfriend that could fuck me a good twenty minutes.”

He paused, mouth hanging open.

“Yeah…” Jane blushed. “Humans can… sometimes go a long while. I’m just used to, well, more.”

Closing his jaw, Solaris backed off the bed, stepping away from her and turning around, tail flicking.

Jane gulped. “Hey, look, don’t let that bother you! I still enjoyed myself, honest! It was a lot of fun, and maybe, if we do it more, you’ll… I dunno… get me off?”

Another flick of his tail, his sweat-splattered balls clearly on display to her.

It was quiet for another few seconds, and then he began to turn around, Jane noticing his penis was not actually sheathed as she’d expected, but simply hung limp and soft. A few drops of his cum still dribbled onto the floor, but he seemed to pay no mind to the mess.

“Well, it’s not right, so let's fix that.”

“Fix wha—”

He darted forward, pushing her onto her back once more with a nudge of a hoof. He sat on the tile floor, just off to the side of the pool of his spent seed, as he studied her once more.

“What are you doing?”

“I’m going to get you off.”

“Aren’t you spent?”

“My mouth still works, doesn’t it?”

Okay, that was a first for Jane. “Wait… are you seriously offering to eat me out still, after you’re all done?”

He raised a brow. “But of course, it’s only fair you also get off. Romance goes both ways, doesn’t it?”

Jane had no words, although that strange fire inside of her from earlier had been doused with a bout of gasoline, the vapors sending the flames higher than before.

None of her previous steadies had done such a thing for her, even the quickies.

Not waiting for a response, he leaned in, using his hooves to open her legs, and dove right into her still-dripping pussy.

“Hey, you, uh, want me to—”

He pulled back, shaking his head. “No, just tell me what you like, and I’ll do it.”

God, why hadn’t they done this sooner?

“Just, rub my clit some, maybe with your frog, or wings? Fondling my breasts is also enjoyable. And my hair…”

He raised a brow.

“You know, I’d had a few guys pull my hair in the past, it was eh, but when you just yanked on it like that, near the end, it was…”

All he did was nod, and shoved his muzzle back to her awaiting sex, running his tongue along the folds for a brief moment before plunging inside with the long muscle.

Moaning, she placed her hands into his mane, rubbing his head and digging into the wavy, short mane of her lover, nearly pushing his face into her nethers.

“Shouldn’t need too much, I was pretty close…”

He hummed, sending shivers up her spine, and causing her to grip into his mane even tighter.

Then he brought up his wings, one finding her little nub and began stroking it, the other spreading the feather tips to play and fondle her breasts.

His wings were large enough to do so, which was honestly astonishing to Jane, but she couldn’t let that phase her at the moment.

Forgetting the fact, thanks to the wings, he had two extra limbs, she was then surprised to find his forehooves reaching around to grab her thighs, and along with his mouth ministrations, rocking her back and forth.

He was literally trying to do everything he could to please her, and all she had to do was sit there, or lay there.

She’d never felt so much love for someone like she did for her alicorn stallion.

“Oh, you’re just… God, I love you.”

Another hum of approval, and she fell backwards, his now missing wing being replaced with her own hands fondling her breasts, brain working on instinct.

A solid minute passed along as he ate her out, all the while ignoring, or even gulping up himself, his spent seed from inside her, tongue going in farther than any other guy could ever dream, rubbing, prodding, stroking… it was divine.

“Oh God, Sol, I’m getting there.”

He began to step up his game, and even gave her thigh a slap with a hoof which got a squeal out of her.

“Stroke… it faster.”

His wing tip began to vigorously rub her clit, the small circles he was tracing before being forgotten as he just rubbed over and over again with the gentle feathers.

He always complimented her fingers, but damn were his wings soft.

She couldn’t take it anymore, and both her legs came up and wrapped around his neck, pulling him in, smushing his fuzzy chin against the spot of skin between her sex and anus.

“Oh fuuuuuck.”

Her legs began rocking him back and forth, stroking his long neck with her heels. Her hands had long since let go of her breasts, now digging into the comforter as she had previously done. Taking up the slack, his horn was glowing–a fact unaware to Jane–as he fondled her breasts with a golden aura, even experimentally pinching her nipples on occasion. Panting hard, she was nearly there now, so close… so close…

Then she hiccupped, and a tidal wave of euphoria washed over her, and in addition, Solaris’ awaiting muzzle.

Through his tongue she could feel him drinking her up, swallowing the combination of her fluids and his seed, keenly uncaring over the taste of the cocktail, instead riding out her pleasure while he hummed into her.

What felt like hours to Jane were only mere minutes as she came down from her high, her legs shaking as they straddled the stallion’s neck.

“Holy fuck.”

He pulled his muzzle back, grinning. “Yeah, you’ve said that a few times now.”

She didn’t have the energy to look up at him, still laying on her back, panting away.

“Hon, you okay?”

She raised a hand skyward, giving him a “thumbs up”, before dropping her arm with a thud.

He nudged her left leg, and she released him, allowing him to stand up. A glow of his horn, and the paper towel and waste can from before were brought over, cleaning first Jane, then the floor. Then, once done, he dragged the comforter on the bed, dragging Jane along with it, so while it wasn’t straight at all, she at least was resting comfortably in the center of the bed.

She even picked up her head, more so to see him, however he took the advantage to place a royal violet pillow under her head.

“Thanks,” she breathed, finally calming from her high.

He got into bed next to her, rubbing his muzzle against her face while he laid on his right side, facing her, and wrapping her up in his strong legs and gentle wings.

Right away she snuggled into his warmth, letting out a sigh.

“That… was the best sex of my entire life.”

He hummed. “It was alright, I guess.”

They both chuckled, and he planted a kiss on top of her head, into her brown hair.

“I love you, so… so much,” she breathed.

“I love you too, Hon.”

Laying upon soiled bed sheets, their breathing calmed, the smells of sex and sweat putting their minds at ease and they drifted off to sleep. Solaris, Prince of Equestria, hugged Jane, the only human, tightly, keeping her warm and safe from any nightmares that could try to harm her.

However, one such night mare, upon discovering their dreams, kicked in the door with a loud, authoritative voice that woke them instantly.

“YOU TWO DID WHAT!?”

Author's Note

Should I do a blog post? Do people even want to know the finer things involved in writing a sex story of a chick and a horse doing it?

Probably not...