A Roll in the Snow

by Horndog

First published September 7th, 2021 06:00

In the Far Far North lives a tribe of ponies that have adapted to the harsh colds with long fuzzy coats and long held traditions and practices. Two of these ponies share an intimate moment with each other.

Contains: snoot to snoot contact, hugs, cuddling and nuzzling. Oh yeah, it also contains deep rimming, chest floof humping and anal, as well as temperature play.

So /mlp/ came up with a new type of pone and I had to write some of the adorable pones having an adorable moment together, and what better way to pass the time in the frozen north than a good bit of wholesome butt fun?

Thanks to my friends out back for helping develop the cute pones and a special thanks to Seafood Dinner for providing the adorable cover art!

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Sharing Warmth is Important when it's Cold Out

Sharing Warmth is Important when it's Cold Out
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A Roll in the Snow

Sharing Warmth is Important when it's Cold Out

Packed Snow stared, mouth gaping open like the fish that was being held by the hottest mare in the village.

His buddies laughed and cheered, jostling him and congratulating him on the nice ‘catch’.

River simply smiled around the tail in her mouth, wiggling her eyebrows before turning and bounding away through the deep snow. Shaking his head to clear it, he gave chase.

With a soft thump, the two collided, grabbing onto each other tight as they rolled around in the fresh powder until it coated every inch of their thick fur except what was pressed together. Panting gently, they rolled to a stop before booping their snoots together.

Giggling, they untangled themselves and darted to the nearest unoccupied igloo, squeezing through the narrow entrance and blocking the door. Quickly building a small fire, they snuggled up to each other. Booping snoots again, they rubbed them together, giggling like foals. As the igloo rapidly warmed, the dusting of powder on their outermost coats melted, steaming gently as it sublimated. As both of them finished drying, they looked into each other’s eyes. It was time, and they both wanted to make sure they were ready, even for a simple roll in the snow like this.

Finding what they were looking for, they nodded to each other before untangling again. Rolling onto her back, River splayed open her legs in invitation. Eagerly standing over her, Packed leaned down, brushing his nose against hers a final time. Carefully spinning around so they were facing in opposite directions, he lowered himself until their bellies were pressed together.

Nuzzling through the thick fur of River’s tail, he burrowed his way beneath it. Finding her marehood, he rubbed both cheeks against her soft, barely protruding lower lips until he could feel the barest hint of moisture. Satisfied, he hunted even deeper. Snoot bumping against her thick dock, his lips found their target. Very carefully prying her soft, yet incredibly tight ponut apart with the dry skin of his lips, he snaked his long tongue deep into her fiery hot depths. Making sure no liquid escaped the seal his lips made with the inner surface of her soft ring, he did his best to prep her, the fishy, oily saliva making excellent lube to aid his progress.

At the same time, River was snuffling between his thighs. Parting the dense, heavy fur, she found the gentle swells of his balls. Nuzzling against the fuzzy orbs, she was pleasantly surprised by the size of them. Come next spring, she might even be tempted to pick him to try for a foal. Gently rubbing her cheeks against the sensitive fur of his sack, she watched with rapt attention as his length slowly peeked out. As soon as enough had been revealed, she adjusted herself slightly.

Feeling his member brush against her soft chest floof, Packed thrust gently, quickly reaching full mast as River continued to rub against his sheath and balls. Squeezing as much of his tongue into her rectum as he could manage, he wiggled the tip for a moment before pulling his tongue out.

Standing up, he spun around again. Slowly lowering himself, he did his best to align his gently throbbing member. Smiling up at him River lit her horn, the just visible tip peaking out of her mane glowing a gentle blue. Feeling the warm tingle of magic gripping his length, he nodded as she lined him up. Lowering himself the rest of the way, he looked into her eyes again. Chest to chest, the tip of his member prodding at her tailhole, they silently asked permission of each other again.

Snoots brushing against each other, the invisible signal was given and Packed applied pressure. It took a bit of effort to work his tip in, her mostly dry and incredibly tight ring putting up some resistance. As soon as he felt his tip enter her almost scalding, slippery depths, he couldn’t hold back a groan. Still looking deep into each other’s eyes, Packed pressed forward, River’s ponut getting pressed into her body by the friction and the tight fit. Eye contact was broken as River let out a soft moan, eyes closing as she threw her head back.

Pulling his medial ring back out, Packed let out a hiss as his wet flesh was exposed to the cold air. Rapidly sinking back into River, he got her to groan again as her tailhole was stretched back over his cold medial ring. Deciding her cute moans were worth it, he thrust a few more times, though the last time he sank in he didn’t stop until his sheath bumped into her tailhole, earning a deep moan.

With the long fur around their groins forming a barrier against the cold, Packed could perform short, quick thrusts without exposing either of their bits to the cold. Looking into the depths of River’s eyes, he held back, simply resting with his length as deep in her tight confines as he could manage.

Stretching her neck forward to bridge the small gap between them, River gently pressed her nose against his. Huffing lightly, she nodded.

Pulling back as far as he could without letting the cold air in, Packed gently thrust in. Repeating the motions, he slowly picked up speed, trying to hold eye contact for as long as possible. He couldn’t help but throw his head back and groan as River suddenly squeezed, the strength of her soft tunnel revealed as she gripped his length every time he tried to pull out.

Not to be outdone, Packed pulled far enough out to pull his medial ring from her rectum’s warm embrace. Resisting the urge to shudder from the sudden cold, he slammed back in, the width of his ring slipping past hers with a soft pop that brought a throaty moan from her lips. Pausing for a moment to allow his length to warm back up, he repeated the motion, pulling out past his medial ring before slamming back in.

While it wasn’t strictly traditional, and it was certainly something she’d never experienced before, River was loving it. When they’d first started, doing something as risky as exposing wet skin to the bitter cold would have been painful, and maybe even dangerous. Now that the inside of the igloo had warmed from the fire and the heat of their passion the act was more thrilling than it was dangerous. Every time he shoved his length back into her, the chilled skin of his member being pushed so deeply within her was a unique sensation she would never have guessed that she’d have enjoyed so much. Combined with the frankly intense feeling of his thick medial ring popping in and out of her tight tailhole so forcefully, she was rapidly approaching her orgasm.

Packed wasn’t far behind. While the repeated cold shocks were helping to hold off his orgasm, the shear tightness of her tailhole as it so snugly gripped around him as he pulled out was driving him closer to the edge faster than he’d like. Biting his lip, he felt his balls starting to pull even further into him in preparation for his orgasm.

River beat him to it though, letting out a squeaky moan as she wrapped all four legs around Packed, forcing him to the hilt in her back door. Trembling, she could only hold on as she felt him flare inside, the waves of her own orgasm matching what felt like torrents of warm sticky cum flooding through her insides.

Packed was lost in euphoria, riding out one of the best orgasms of his life as he was wrapped in the embrace of the most beautiful mare in the village. Looking into her eyes, he saw the euphoria he felt reflected back. Rolling them onto their sides, making sure to not dislodge his member or her grip, he returned the embrace.

Smiling at Packed, River leaned forward to rub her cheek against his, humming. Eagerly returning the nuzzle, Packed hugged River a little tighter, basking in the warmth of their afterglow. Adjusting herself slightly, River snuggled into his chest, laying her head on his shoulder, still humming gently.

As the fire burned down to embers, the two ponies drifted off to sleep, wrapped in each other’s warm embrace.

Author's Note

It's a bit of a departure from my normal content, but I hope you enjoyed the adorable pones as much as I enjoyed writing them.

I've made a new Discord where I stream what I'm writing so you can watch me struggle in real time! There's other stuff there too I suppose. PM me if you want to join.