Finally, it had happened. Both were back at work, and both had the day off. Maple was tending to her trees, which left Summer and Winter cuddled up on the couch. There were no foals, they were at preschool. That peace wouldn't last for long. Their little foals couldn't be away for too long, or they'd get upset.

They had only a limited amount of time to do what they wanted to do, so Summer took it on herself to begin, giving Winter's ornate horn a gentle kiss, then another, working down towards the base with a little purr.

Winter gasped softly, then hummed. "That's a nice way to start the day." He gently rubbed along Summer's back, enjoying the attention. "But... I want to make you feel good too."

Summer giggled. "Why not at the same time?" She rubbed her muzzle against his, then moved to nuzzle at his neck. "We're not exactly new to this anymore, Winter."

He chuckled softly, but nodded. "You have a point." He grabbed her in his magic, that field that let him take hold of her from every direction at the same time. He pulled her up and around so he could slide gently on top of her instead of being side by side. "There." He leaned down to kiss her, a slow, gentle kiss, before pulling back. "I'll start."

He began kissing down her body, slowly, enjoying the taste of her fur, the softness of it. He nuzzled into her chest as his long, tufted, tail curled upwards behind him to tease along her legs, brushing her inner thighs and making her hooves kick into the air.

Summer squeaked at the ticklish touch, but she couldn't deny how much she enjoyed it. "Winter!" She gasped, feeling his lips brush her stomach. "Oh, you tease."

He chuckled, kissing her stomach again, before moving down, until he was between her legs, looking up at her. "I'll give you what you want."

Summer moaned, watching him lean in, and the moment she felt his tongue press against her, she couldn't help but cry out in pleasure. He used the end of his snout to tickle along her entrance as his tongue gently lapped and explored that delicate portal, pressing forward only as far as he felt welcome within his beloved wife.

Summer was soon panting, her hooves kicking in the air as she cried out in bliss. "Winter!" She moaned, feeling him explore her deeply. "Yes, yes, Winter!"

He didn't stop, his tongue gently exploring her, tasting her, and it wasn't long before he felt her body tense, then relax, and a warm wetness filled his mouth. That was a sign that he had done well, but it was barely the start of things. He loyally cleaned his mess, keeping her warm and ready. "Shall we keep playing? Or--" He swayed his hips, long shaft swaying in silent offering of his core masculinity.

Summer giggled. "I want to ride you." She wiggled free of his magic, then moved to push him down, sitting on his stomach, and rubbing her slit against his length. "Mmm.. It feels like forever." She pressed back, parting herself with the slow union. "Since the foals started growing, bless each and every one of 'em."

Winter moaned softly, feeling her press onto him. "Bless them, yes. But right now..." He bucked gently, driving himself into her, deeper and deeper. "I want to enjoy you."

Summer burst into giggles. "I feel love enough to bless the entire damned town right now." She groaned with the next shove. "That's just the way." She scrunched her snout as she drove back, making it a two pony performance. "I want to feel you kiss the bottom, gently."

Winter reached up, rubbing her chest. "Then let's do that." He bucked, shoving himself deeper into her, and she gasped, feeling him fill her, and then the base of his shaft pressed against her, and she could feel him inside her, deep inside her. It was a brief moment. He knew how long he was, and how deep she was. He was longer than she had to give. She flushed warm and red, remembering it was her fault that was the case.

She had ordered a kirin to exacting specifications, and Winter was that perfect creature. He touched her innermost point, but so gently, just letting her know he had been there before backing up and driving against her, every movement making her body sing with delight.

"Yes, yes, Winter, yes!" She cried out, her hooves pushing against his chest, trying to hold him still, but he was stronger, and he kept going, making her feel so good. "You are all the stallion ah--" She stopped trying to talk, waves of pleasure stunning her a moment. He kept driving, extending that blissful moment.

He drove into her, again and again, the sound of their bodies meeting filling the air. "Summer, I'm close." He moaned, and she felt him twitch inside her, and she pushed back, wanting to feel it.

She felt him throb, and then he let out a cry of his own, and she felt the warmth of his seed filling her, and she shuddered, her own climax rushing through her, and she slumped down, breathing heavily. She could feel that heat filling her completely, some of it running down as most of it escaped deeper inside of her. She shivered gently, nuzzling against him. "I love you."

Winter panted, his eyes closed. "I love you too." He gently hugged her, and then she felt him pull out of her, and she let out a little moan. He was softenening and retreating into his sheath, but his energy remained. Blissfully, he hugged and stroked over her with both his reaching hooves and little touches of his magic, teasing her. "It doesn't have to be over."

Summer giggled. "We have a few hours." She looked up at him. "And you've got the energy to spare." She licked his chin. "I think we should do it again."

Winter smiled. "I would like that." He rubbed along her back. "But let's get something to eat first."

Summer giggled. "Ah, you're a real romantic." She rolled off of him, and they both got up, heading for the kitchen. She paused suddenly. "One moment." She quickly veered off into the bathroom with a pinkened face.

Winter inclined his head, watching her flee, but perked with an idea. He continued his march into the kitchen and got to making dinner for Summer. Surely she'd be happy to have it ready when she returned, or so he figured.

Summer came out of the bathroom, her fur brushed and fluffed, and her mane straightened out. She trotted into the kitchen, and stopped, smiling at Winter. "Oh, you're cooking." She hopped up into a seat. "You little lovecake." She clapped gently. "I would have helped, but I needed a little--" She rolled a hoof in the air. "Lady's cleanup. Your fault, by the way."

Winter smiled. "I am sorry, but you did ask for it." He set a plate down in front of her. "I made a quick meal. Hope it's alright."

Summer leaned in for a little sniff. "Any meal of yours? I doubt it'll be jus' 'alright'." With a grin, she slurped up a muzzle-full and joyfully chomped. "Mmm."

Winter sat down across from her with his own plate, and they ate together, enjoying the simple meal. They finished quickly, and then Summer hopped up, trotting around the table to kiss Winter. "Ah, that was great." She shivered gently. "In every way. Ah've loved you, this whole time, but it's nice to remember the spicy bits too. You an' Maple should take a turn the moment the chance pops up, only fair."

Winter nodded, nuzzling her. "I'll do my best to arrange it." He glanced towards the door. "But we have a little time yet. Shall we continue?"

Summer giggled. "Tease!" She considered a moment. "Let's do it--" She leaned in. "Horse style." She hopped to the floor and lifted her tail out of the way. She winked at him, from the wrong, or perfectly right, end, inviting him atop her. "Ain't no need for foreplay, ah'm already feeling hot an' bothered."

Winter smiled, getting up and moving behind her. "If you're sure." He lined himself up with her, and gently pressed in, sliding into her, and she let out a moan. "I love you." He began to move, nudging himself in little by little.

"Stop teasing." She gently whipped him with her tail. "You started already. Ah can take it. Horse style!"

"I love you too much to hurt you." He kissed along her spine, working upwards and stepping forward carefully to carry himself inside her at the same time. "I love every part of you, inside and out."

Summer groaned. "I love you, but you're killing me here." She pushed back, taking him deeper, and he moaned softly. "I'm not some delicate flower. I want you, all of you."

Fortunately for them both, he had reached as far as he could go. With that point, he drew back and thrust home, working perfectly up to that point of maximum depth. His ears pinned back as pleasure sang through him. "I don't know if you know, but this is--" He grit his teeth as he pulled her back against a firm push. "--Just as good for me, at least."

Summer laughed. "I know it is." She pushed back, meeting his next thrust. "You're a stallion, ain't ya?" She gasped as he drove into her. "You like to fill mares with your seed."

"Only special mares." He kissed her back, working along the sides. "Only very special mares." He rocked against her, making her entire form sway with the power of his motions. "The rest can go find their own stallions."

Summer laughed. "I'm glad you feel that way." She pushed back, feeling him throb inside her. "I love you."

"I love you too." He held her close, and she could feel him throbbing, and she knew he was close. The end of his powerful tool was starting to swell, a sure sign of an equine getting close to his limit. She also felt brushing of his magic as he teased all over her, focusing on the spots he knew made her squirm.

She moaned, feeling his magic tease her nipples, and she felt her legs tremble. "Winter!" She cried out, feeling him throb inside her, and then she felt him twitch, and she knew he was about to burst. She was not without tools to welcome it, clenching tightly around his tool and milking it with firm strokes of her passage. "Go on--"

He cried out, and she felt him pulse, and then he released, filling her with his seed, and she cried out in delight, her body tensing, and then relaxing, and she could feel him still going, and she pushed back, feeling his seed escape and run down her legs. "Yes, yes, Winter!"

They were not satisfied until they got to number three, their mutual howls filling the previously quiet house.

Summer let out a very equine snort, shaking herself beneath him. "Ah happen to like horse style. Ain't nothin' like a classic once in a while."

Winer hugged her firmly, then slid back, ending up on his haunches, panting. "That was wonderful, lovely wife of mine. I will gladly give you exactly what you want."

Summer rolled over, looking up at him. "You know what I want?" She reached up, touching his cheek. "I want you to be happy. I want you to be safe. I want you to be healthy."

Winter warmed at each desire for his well-being. Rather than trying to rise to the same poetic level, he just went in for a kiss, the two hugging close together in that blissful moment of solidarity.

Summer pointed to a clock on the wall. "We should get goin' to pick up those little foals of ours. They don't deserve to wait just 'cause their parents are dang hornballs, hm?"

Winter nodded. "You're right. Let's get cleaned up."

Summer smiled. "I'll get the water runnin'. You get the towels."

Winter chuckled. "Deal."

Author's Note

The fire is relit between these two in a joyful gesture, hm? Nothing super plot important here, so I won't feel bad if you skip it(and why I marked the chapter as clop)

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