It was a dark and cold winter night. It was minus 40 ponelsius out there in Ponyville. You, the alicorn felt fine, it was only mildly chilly for you. However, if it got to minas 80 ponelsius you may need to put some clothes on.Your pale-skinned human friend James Griffin does not seem very happy about it. Unlike a pony, he did not have fur, and most of his body was relatively hairless. He wore clothes all the time, even during the heat of the summer.
You found it rather cute that he was shy about showing off his body. Apparently, it was shameful to just go around what he described as naked. He walked around on two legs, rather than four like you. He stood nearly about 1 and a half hooves taller over you, just a few hoof-inches under Princess Celestia’s height. He was about 5-10 hooves tall. You were about 4-5 hooves tall.
The big lanky, near hairless ape, towered over everypony as he walked around town. You caught the human looking at your own and other ponies’ backsides on more than one occasion. The human stallion was not used to seeing butts out in the open, so you weren’t going to lecture him on it. In fact, you liked the look of his small predatory eyes as he looked at your rump with sexual hunger.
He was an omnivore and ate meat, unlike you the vegetarian. Truth be told, you were not entirely vegetarian either, you did eat fish, eggs, cheese from a cow, and drank milk from a cow, but that was about it. However, you mostly ate fruits, vegetables, and grasses. It was quite an exhilarating experience for you to have a predator species finding you sexually attractive.
James needed a marefriend to keep him warm. Otherwise, the poor human would freeze to death out there. Not you, of course. Somepony else! Preferably a close friend of yours so you could keep a good eye on him to make sure he was being treated right like a stallion should be.
You and he were just good friends, nothing more. You are too busy to be following him constantly. Even if you did just that when you had free time. It's not like he's constantly on your mind!
He was just a good friend you really cared about. He was so weak when compared to a stallion, he needed a strong mare to look after him. The thought of somepony being mean to him made your blood boil.
James spent most of his time in front of the fireplace in the library of the Castle of Friendship. He didn’t just sit on his lazy ass all day long. Your castle of a home had a gym recently installed, so he could keep fit during these cold winter months. This gym also had a fireplace, just in case, if he got cold. Rainbow Dash was pretty insistent about that gym being installed, she didn’t want James to put on weight.
The few times James would leave the warmth and safety of the castle, he would dress up in really thick clothing and look very silly. In fact, he would look morbidly obese from the sheer amount of layers of clothing he would put on. You found yourself suppressing your laughter from the sight of him with a hoof over your mouth.
As much as you wanted, you could not spend all day with him reading books with him. You had work to do in the School of Friendship. Unlike you, he lived on welfare for the most part. You made sure to give him a modest amount from the royal treasury once a week. For he basically lived in your home for free and is given free health care.
You actually wanted to give him more bits, but he didn’t want to be too much of a burden, which was really nice of him. Still, he needed to get a job at some point, and stop being so lazy.
Luckily, the Hearth's Warming Eve Holiday break was coming soon, so you will be able to spend more time with him and learn more about humanity and his world. He seemed rather reluctant to share information about his species and his world with you. He didn't have the best fate in his species, which you found rather sad.
But the few snippets of information you got from him fascinated you. He described that humans were physically weak, but they used their brains to outsmart animals… and also guns. A gun was some sort of a projectile weapon that fired crafted capsules of steel known as bullets at great velocity to severely injure or kill the targetted object.
You contemplated creating such a weapon to give it to the Royal Guard, so they can actually be useful in defending Equestria. Then again, the Changelings might not be so friendly if ponies had killed a lot of them by using guns when they attacked Canterlot. So perhaps it was for the best they didn't have guns.
Still, you hated to admit it, but most of the Royal Guard were clowns for the most part. They meant well, but they did their job poorly. Your brother Shining Armor was the odd exception, he was a good law enforcer.
At any rate, most of the police work in Equestria was done by grumpy old mares looking at someone suspiciously if they were up to no good. Being lectured by angry grumpy old mares was enough to deal with most of the crime. James described them as the Karen Police Force. Even Discord would run away when enough mares nagged at him for doing something nasty.
You are immortal as an alicorn, so you had all the time in the world to master the art of becoming a grumpy old Karen, who will lecture bad ponies and creatures. In fact, you are pretty good at lecturing already.
Back in the here and now, you were in your office, sat down upon your rump behind your desk. You just needed to finish bits of paperwork, and then you, Princess Twilight Sparkle will be able to spend some quality time with your human friend.
Your horn atop your head was alit with a deep pink, magical glow. Held in your magical grasp was a black bullet point pen, you needed to schedule some things for the next year. You have forsaken your quill recently, James happened to be carrying many of those fascinating human inventions on him in his backpack when he inexplicably teleported here. The pen is far less prone to leaving a mess on paper.
It was made of a material called ‘plastic’ which was apparently a by-product of something called ‘crude oil’. You wanted to question him further on the matter but your human friend did not really know the full details of how plastic was made. That, or he simply didn’t want to share it with you. He told you plastic was both a gift and a curse since it was denigrating the environment of his world.
You sat there, humming happily, you were nearly done with your paperwork. Nothing eventful happened for quite some time, you simply did work. Eventually, you finished the last bit of paperwork and sighed deeply.
You enveloped your horn in a warm, magical glow, a deep pink glow came to wrap itself around A4Pone sized sheet of paper. Subsequently, you levitated the sheet of paper onto a huge pile of paper upon your desk.
You made to stand up, and with the flash from your horn, you turned off the glowing, small sphere-shaped purple crystal hanging upon the ceiling. The room then became shrouded in darkness. You then lit up your horn with a deep pink glow, this helped illuminate the darkness of the room a great deal.
You did some last-minute security checks of the school, before making your way outside. Happily, you trotted down the stairs of the building and made your merry way to the Castle of Friendship with a skip in your step. Your hooves trudged through the thick snow below. Unlike James, you were completely impervious to the cold. It needed to drop another 40 ponelsius to make you feel uncomfortable.
Your trip through town was completely uneventful. Literally, nopony was out. Your only company was the odd snowpony. You passed by the thatched houses of the town, which were covered in a thick coating of snow. You made a visit to where the Golden Oaks Library used to stand, you looked at it for a moment before moving on.
When you came back home and entered the sitting room, you could see James lying upon one of Rarity’s many drama couches. A thick white wooly blanket covered his body. The last time you saw him he wore a wooly jumper and pants. You assumed he was still wearing it. Nearby a raging fire bloomed, keeping the cold at bay.
“Hello, James! Are you okay?”
“No, it’s bloody fucking freezing. I am only alive thanks to this fucking fire. And you ponies control the weather, yet you make it this bloody cold?!” he shouted angrily.
Your ears folded back in sadness. James didn’t seem to be too happy. “Sorry, we need to do it in order for the soil to be strengthened for the harvest.”
You heard him sigh deeply. “I’m sorry, Twilight,” he said softly, as you saw him reach his right hand out to you. “Come here.”
You smiled while making a sound like a dog’s chew toy in happiness before you rushed toward him. You moved under the blanket and lay on top of him. Your two front hooves came to rest upon his shoulders, and your rump came to rest directly upon his crotch.
Almost immediately, you could feel his stallionhood rise to attention through his pants, which soon came to poke against your rump. You made no comment on his excitement, you were his friend to keep him warm, nothing more. Nonetheless, you might as well make it enjoyable for him.
Without a word, James brought his right hand to your cheek and tenderly rubbed it. You sighed happily at the feel of it. However, you soon whined sadly when he abruptly pulled his hand away and laid it back down to his side. With you to keep him warm for the night, he simply closed his eyes.
You stared at his peaceful face, you admired the young man’s dimples upon his cheeks and his small, cute button nose. His small dark blue eyes looked like those of a newborn foal. His red ‘mane’ or hair or whatever was short, it was as if he used a crystal-powered lawnmower to cut it. He had many freckles on his face, which only enhanced his cuteness.
Okay, you admit it, you have feelings for him. But, you’re not sure if he felt the same way. What if he thinks you are taking advantage of him? You are technically his landlord. You swallowed deeply, unsure what to do. You contemplated just going to sleep. But then you decided to try a leap of faith and simply ask him.
“James?” you said softly, in a low voice.
“Yes, Twilight?” he said, opening his eyes, staring at you curiously.
Twilight sighed deeply, before going all in. “How do you feel about me in a romantic sense?”
Now it was his turn to be nervous. “I-I… Twilight… you see… I-I–”
Twilight smiled happily, she could judge by the sheer nervousness in his voice he was afraid of speaking his mind. “James, please be honest and act like a mare. I promise, I won’t be mad,” you said in a stern voice.
“Yes, Twilight. I-I… I have feelings for you. I was just afraid of-– Hmm?!” your mouth pressed to his. “Mmm!” As he spoke you decided to shut him up by pressing your lips to him, taking him into a passionate kiss. Your tongue came plunging into his mouth, you hummed happily, exploring the inside of his mouth.
His smaller tongue licked the underside of your own tongue, your tongue swirled about in his mouth, dancing along his teeth. You giggled at the feeling of his semi-sharp canines brushing against your tongue. You were thankful that most of his teeth were like that of a herbivore to some degree. Designed for grinding rather than slicing. Your feathery wings flared out from the excitement of kissing this handsome human.
Your body trembled when you felt his right hand begin to tenderly stroke your wings. You uttered a muffled whinny into his mouth, and a deluge of your marecum came to splash against his lap, dampening his clothes. Somehow, he knew that stroking a pegasus’ (in your case an alicorn’s) wings sexually stimulated one. He must have read up on the subject. Or perhaps he came across it in some romantic scene in one of your many books.
You could feel his other hand reach up to grasp your left buttcheek, around your cutie mark. This was not an erogenous zone, but it was nonetheless considered romantic. For a pony’s cutie mark was the window into a pony’s soul.
You sighed sadly when he abruptly pulled his hand away from your wings. Nonetheless, you still continued to kiss him. However, you then felt something odd poke against your chin. You opened your eyes and gasped at the sight, which was muffled in his mouth.
There, below your chin, he held a carrot in his hand, offering a mare a carrot was considered one of the most romantic things you could possibly do for a mare. Slowly, you departed your lips away from him, a strand of your saliva came to fall from your muzzle as it pulled away from his mouth.
“Oh, James! You are so romantic!” you cried out.
You hummed happily as you began to chew on the carrot, tears of joy falling down your cheeks. You were so glad James read up those cheesy romance novels you gave him. Fortunately, for him, you liked max cheese romance. Now, the two of you can read romance stories together forever. You can indeed since alicorns can make their lovers immortal.
