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It was really only Aaron who did not see it coming... you knew!

But it had to end.

I opened my dumb mouth first, shattering the temporally stalled nirvana we had found ourselves in.

“My God… sh-shit…” I gasped, gripping Aryanne harder, pulling our sweating bodies closer together, wrapping her protectively.

“Mein Gott… Scheiße…” She agreed, giggling. Her hoof took mine and brought it to her plump belly. “Vat haff you done to me, mein stud-strudel?” Her laugh was melodious, cute. In my post-orgasmic bliss, I wanted to hear nothing else for the rest of my days. “You haff stuffed mein oven completely! Naughty, naughty colt!” She giggled, using my hoof to pat her belly.

I sighed, grinning. “I… I guess I could get used to being a pony, Aryanne.”

“Ja… and you had better get used to doing zis tvice a day, every day, mein stud-strudel. Like a gut husband should.” She teased, swirling my hoof on her plump belly with a laugh.

I grinned, mind still awash in the post-orgasmic bliss of having surely knocked up my mare. “Even when you’re pregnant with our kids, Aryanne?”

“Vat did I say before about mein arsche, Aaron? A gut vife must please her stallion vith every bit of her body.”

Damn.

I’d have to work something out with Aryanne about getting back to see my friends and family every once in a while, but maybe this really was a life worth living, with a cute pony girlfriend and sex that made every other earthly pursuit seem trivial by comparison.

But all that worry could come later. For now, it was time to snuggle.

I spooned in closer to Aryanne, cock still hilted deep within the cum-churning depths of her uterus, both of our bodies covered in obscene fluids and sweat, amongst the detritus of her destroyed bed, happy to just bask in the closeness of one another. She sighed with contentment as I kissed the back of her head... and I let my free hoof trace down her side to her flank.

“Huh, what’s this?” I mumbled, feeling some scraps of her leggings still there.

“Ah, mein pantyhose, some is still left on me.”

It was covering her buttcheek, about where the butt-tattoo I had was. I wondered if maybe she had the same one: maybe it was a mark that all the ponies of this world had, or maybe it was a mark that said I belonged to her family?

I pulled back the ripped fabric to look underneath.

...

I immediately regretted my decision.

“AARON, MEIN LEIBE! VERE ARE YOU GOING!?”

I sprinted as fast as my legs could take me, galloping out into the unknown night, panic gripping my chest, cock flopping between my legs, still dripping wet as I screamed at the top of my lungs.

“ZIS IS EQVESTRIA! YOU DON’T EVEN KNOW VERE YOU ARE!”

“AAHHHHH!”

“DID I DO SOMETHINK WRONG?”

End