About two months had passed since my relationship with Suzzane had grown from friends to something more than that. We were partners, best friends, lovers and even though I had to hide what was between us in front of my parents, I never once regretted taking that step further. It felt like I was finally truly living the life I yearned for in the depths of my soul.

Suzzane has taught me a lot in regard to keeping my cool and avoiding getting stressed or angry because of pointless things and I… Well, I showed her some of the better things in life than just sitting at home.

Since our first date, I began taking her to new places regularly. The little money I’d occasionally make or receive, I spent on making memories together and I also dusted off my old bicycle so that we could move at the same tempo; Keeping us both fit too!

Speaking of things keeping us fit, I should probably mention how long Suzzane’s heat lasted in the end because no one actually knew it back then. At first I was worried it might be like with actual horses: Approximately every 4th week for a whole week. Then again, Suzzane wasn’t exactly an actual horse, so it wasn’t true in her case. In reality, it lasted about two weeks (big wow) and hasn’t come back in almost a year. It was kind of a lucky situation for me because I got to sate my own newfound thirst for her, which was as seemingly unquenchable as hers: We were regularly going at it at least once, but sometimes even four times a day.

However, after those two weeks I felt like I couldn’t keep up with her in the long term if she should be horny like that all the time and I was actually kind of glad that it eventually ended. Then it became more of a “Once or twice a week” kinda thing and I’d say it was a healthy change for both of us. It was where I learned that in reality, you don’t want a relationship centred about a single thing; no matter how good that thing might be. Especially when there were so many other things which we loved doing together that we almost began neglecting just to find some time for a quick fuck. In retrospect, it was a miracle we didn’t get caught once but I guess that’s just how fate works. It holds the door for you and then it kicks you in the back.

Anyway, enough about that. There are other things worth mentioning: I had my 18th birthday so I was legally an adult if you could call me that. The spring steadily transitioned into a warm summer and it was ideal weather to spend our days outside, which we mostly did. Suzzane has learned to use a dance pad as a controller so if the weather happened to suck, we could actually play some easier games in co-op mode inside - which was mind blowing for me. Never before have I had a player two. I could speak about my excitement for hours but I’ll restrain myself here.

You can imagine that if Suzzane could learn to play vydia with me, that her speaking abilities grew further too. Which you’d be right about, but it was a lengthy process. It’s basically like learning a whole new language from scratch and without a proper translator. It takes a lot of time. Especially when it isn’t always your main concern, because Suzzane was often content with using just her body language (which I learned to read quite well) and resorted to speaking when she wanted to discuss something specific or ask about something. Her dictionary got quite wide though, compared to what she started with and I was really proud of her. Her sentence building wasn’t that great though.

To my great disappointment, my parents barely noticed any of her progress. It might have been that they didn’t even want to believe that she could learn to speak. Maybe it was in fear of having to perceive her differently than just a smart dog, so that when she actually constructed a basic sentence in front of them, they thought that she was merely parroting something from me, or my sister. However, I believed that one day it’ll become so obvious that no one could possibly deny her sentience. I was convinced that she will indeed learn to speak fluently one day and she will tell them everything herself. I didn’t want to push Suzzane too much though and I preferred let her learn at her own pace. The worst thing I could do was stressing her out about not progressing fast enough.

Then there was that one fateful day when she blew my mind with two things at the same time though. It was a Thursday evening and I was on my PC while Suzzane was somewhere with my parents. It wasn’t unusual, the mare would still spend time with other members of the family. Suddenly though, she stormed into my room and announced her discovery:

“Suzzan not pinces! Suzzan wife! Suzzan ma-uhh, mawr-.. maRRy Anon!”

“Marry? Where did you learn tha- Wait..” I turned around in my chair “Did you just nail that “R”?

“Suzzane marry Anon! All…” She proudly agreed and stood up on her hind legs to draw circles with her front hooves “All happiee! No secw-... No secret! YES.”

I was baffled by both of those things. She must have learned to pronounce the R’s while trying to say the word “marry” but I had no idea where did she learn about such a thing as a marriage in the first place. So, I tried asking, using as few words as possible to get a straight answer:

“Where Suzzane learn?”

“Suzzane saw! TV, Movie. Come!” The excited mare led me towards the living room. I stopped before entering and merely peaked through the door to see what was going on. However, the movie must have already ended because we merely saw the credits rolling. Suzzane seemed a little disappointed about not being able to show me what she meant but I could easily picture it already. It must have been one of those movies where parents don’t approve of a romatic relationship their kid has but then something happens to make them change their mind and the movie ends with a marriage where all the naysayers reconcile.

“...Suzzane marry Anon?” The mare glanced at me pleadingly, as if it would solve all the things in the universe.

Needless to say, I didn’t have the heart nor ability to explain that no priest (besides those in neon chapels of Las Vegas) would wed us and even if he did, it wouldn’t solve a lot. So, naturally, I closed the door completely so that they wouldn’t see us from the living room, knelt down to be at my four legged girlfriend’s eye level and gave her a little kiss:

“Yes, I will marry you, Suzie.”

In response, she put her hooves on my shoulders and excitedly kissed me back. In the human manner even, I should specify. Just like in the movies. My sweet and naive Suzzane.

I sincerely hoped that my promise wouldn’t backfire at me in some manner in the future.

***

Since then, I did not hear about the marriage thingy for some time. I presumed that Suzzane either considered that a finished thing or that she understood if it should ever happen, it will be in the far future.

It wasn’t as if I wouldn’t marry her though, given the chance. I loved her with my whole heart, regardless of the fact that she wasn’t a human. I wouldn’t ever want anyone else, even if Suzzane never learned to speak properly. I knew that she was my soulmate, however, I did not see marriage as a possible thing for us at the moment.

Suzzane had a different idea though and already began plotting some way to make it happen. Ten days later on Saturday, after lunch, she came to my room in a white dress that probably belonged to my sister and announced:

“Anon, come marry Suzzane!”

Before I could reply, my sister popped up next to her and added: “Get your best suit big bro, the altar is waiting.”

“Excuse me, what?” I stared at them, unable to comprehend why the hell was my sister with her.

“Suzzane told me is going to marry you so I arranged it for her!” She clarified as if it was a completely normal thing to do. “Will you keep the bride waiting?”

It seemed that Suzzane trusted my sister enough to tell her about this. I just hoped that she didn’t tell her about anything else. The kid was way too small to even think about the “adult stuff” and I did not want to be the reason of her childish innocence getting corrupted. So far, she had no idea how babies are really being made. Not that we could have any with Suzie but you get the point.

“Bro, are you even there?” My sister waved her hand in front of me to snap me out. “Will you do that for her? The ceremony is taking place in my room in 15 minutes! Get ready!”

With that, Suzzane gave me one last excited smile and trotted off with the little girl.

Man, what exactly did I get myself into? I wondered.

As I said, I wouldn’t mind marrying Suzzane. However, I wouldn’t want the celebrant to be my little sister. Hell, I’d prefer if she wasn’t present at all, should a real wedding ever happen. I didn’t want to twist her expectations of what a married pair should look like, given the fact that me and Suzzane were quite an “unusual” pair. However, I didn’t want to disappoint Suzzane either, knowing that it probably meant more to her than it should. Poor girl still didn’t know too well just how the human world works.How immensely complicated we make some things for ourselves…

My head was a mess but in that chaos that was flowing through my mind, I found myself searching for that suit which my parents bought me for the formal activities. I guessed it was decided then, after all, I indeed shouldn’t keep the bride waiting.

So, I donned the white shirt, coat and pants and I went towards my sister’s room. My heart was beating more than it probably should, partly in fear of getting caught, partly from cringe, partly from sincere excitement, even though it was a fake ceremony.

When I opened the door to my sister’s room, I was actually surprised by how much work they did on making the room look like a wedding place. Of course, the altar was made of old books and the guests were just plush toys. Suzzane’s wedding attire didn’t exactly fit her and the veil was just someone’s white handkerchief. The rose petals on the floor were in fact lego - which wasn’t exactly a good idea.

Then again, for Suzzane it was real and in a way, it was. Because she wanted it to be. So, I walked the lego path towards my bride and I kneeled to be at the same height with her. The mare grinned proudly from under the veil.

My sister, who was standing behind the altar, began very clumsily reading the text she prepared about whether Suzzane wants to marry me in good and bad, poor and rich, etc, etc. And, when she finally laid the question, Suzzane exclaimed: “Yes!”

Then she moved onto me, reading the same thing again and this time a little bit better because it was her second time. When she finished, all four eyes glanced at me:

I couldn’t help but to chuckle over the sheer absurdity of what was happening but I still said it with a happy smile that I didn’t even have to force:

“Yes, I do.”

“In that case, I pronounce you husband and wife!” My sister declared “You can exchange rings.”

I didn’t have a ring for Suzzane. Not only would it not fit her hoof but I wouldn’t even have money for such stuff; If I actually had the time to buy one before the last minute ceremony. Though, I did grab a wristband bracelet on the way to her room, to have something at least. It was an adjustable leather strip with some engravings and a few decorated steel pins. Hardly a wedding ring but Suzzane seemed immensely happy when I clipped it on her hoof.

In return, Suzzane gave me a little silver ring that she had in her hoof the whole time and only after I gave her the bracelet, did she reveal it by dropping it in my palm.

I was actually kinda surprised by it, wondering where she got it, but since it was so small that it only fit my pinky, I figured she got it from my sister. It was nice of her nonetheless. When I put it on, the little girl announced:

“You may now kiss the bride.” Then she added with a whisper: “At least pretend or she’ll be sad.”

“Alright, but turn around.” I gestured a circle with my finger. “It’s already an embarrassing situation you got me into.”

“Alright alright.” The little girl did so and I lifted the handkerchief off Suzzane’s face.

She was as pretty as ever but that happy smile managed to make her look even better. Without hesitation, I kissed the bride and she kissed me. While Suzzane still liked to lick my face in affection, we did practise human kissing many times before, so it wasn’t even any sloppy kiss. I’d almost forgot about my sister behind us if she didn’t remind me of herself:

“Can I turn around now? What’s taking so long?... Are you really kissing or something?”

“Uhm, no, of course not. I just uh,.. wanted to pretend convincingly.” I wrapped my arm around the gleeful pony and pulled her closer.

“Uhuuh…” The girl furrowed her brow for a second “Anyway what comes next after a wedding?”

“Well, usually a feast and then a honeymoon I guess. But, we already had lunch so I’d skip straight to the honeymoon and take Suzzane for a walk.” I grinned at Suzzane.

“Suz! Suzzane waif now.”

“So that’s it I guess. I thought there would be something more. Shame that mom and dad didn’t come, there would be congratulations… things like that. At least Suzzane’s happy.”

“You’ve invited them?!” I blurted with a bit too audible panic in my voice upon hearing it.

“Duh, parents should be present at the wedding. Our parents are busy thought and I don‘t know Suzzane’s parents, so it’s just us.”

“It might be a good thing.” I cringed slightly over the thought. Considering that they didn’t come, it must have meant that they didn’t have the slightest suspicions about anything.“I wouldn’t go through this if they were present.”

“I thought you liked Suzzane? Look how happy she is.” My sister smiled at the still grinning pony, eager to get out of here and celebrate.

“Yeah, but having our parents here would be wayyy over the top.”

“I think it would be cool! And I think I’m going to be a wedding planner or a priest when I grow up.”

“Probably the first one rather than the second.” I chuckled. “Anyway, I think I’ll go outside now.”

“Can I come with?”

“If you can keep up, sure. I am taking the bike though.”

“I don’t like bicycles. I fell once.” The little girl frowned.

“You just gotta keep practising then.” I tousled her hair and stood up, picking Suzzane into my arms like a real bride. “You’ll learn to like it, don’t worry.” I added, speaking over my shoulder as I was already on my way. “Yeah and thanks, for Suzzane. It really did make her happy.”

“No probs!”

…

Suzzane and I went for a long bicycle ride after that, far behind the fields where we had our first, or was it the second walk? Also, I was the one riding a bicycle but you get the idea. The mare is fast on her own. What I wanted to say is that we found a forest that we’ve never been to before. A pretty place where you can easily forget that you’re merely 6 km away from the city outskirts where I lived. Since we didn’t take any resting pauses on the way either, we decided to have one (a longer one that is) there. Suzzane found the perfect place for it too:

There was a spot in the middle of the beech forest, no bigger than a family house, where no trees grew and instead there was a carpet of soft green grass. It was almost as if it was begging you to lay down there and rest. The sun glimmered through the branches, creating a perfect compromise between the shade of the forest and the heat of the open space. And, in the middle of it, there was some kind of a big, smooth rock that you could sit on if you got tired of the grass. …Or suddenly got scared of ticks. It was also pretty much the only place where the sun shined directly, so it was warm to touch.

Suzzane climbed right on top of it of course, as is her nature, and proclaimed:

"Rest! Here!"

Then she proceeded to do something that almost resembled a sideways flip and landed on her back in the grass. Naturally, I rushed to check whether she was okay but I found her already stretched out and comfortable with a content expression on her face. I began suspecting that she has some kind of immunity towards falling damage.

It was decided then. I laid myself right next to my silly, nilly, lovely horse wife and grabbed her hoof into my hand. We stared quietly together at the sky above us, encircled by the leafy treetops, gently swaying and rustling in the wind. It was the kind of sight that I'd probably miss out on if the mare never entered my life. I'd probably be at home, staring at the screen instead. It made me appreciate the small mare by my side even more.

"It's beautiful, isn't it?" I eyed onto her, moving my head closer to hers, so that I could feel her mane in my hair.

"Mhmm, beautiful." She replied with perfect pronunciation this time, returning the smile I gave her.

The things were perfect and I wanted to engrave that picture of us, laying there in the grass into my memory. That feeling of everything making sense and belonging. So that I could escape here in times when the presence won't be so ideal. For some reason I had a feeling that times like these can't always be taken for granted...

We stayed there a lot longer than I initially planned, it might have even been almost an hour over which we very slowly transitioned into an embrace and eventually fell asleep for a while. However, to me it felt like I didn't leave that place, not even in my dreams.

Waking up didn't feel that much like waking but rather as if flowing back into my body, if that makes sense. The term "wake up", which often means springing up at the sound of an alarm at 6 in the morning,.. it feels too violent compared to the way I drifted back.

This was all nice, gentle and soft. Just like the fair creature next to me. She had her eyes partly open, conscious but still half asleep; something in between the two worlds. The sun was still high above us and I kissed her snoot, nuzzling her till she returned my affection with a smile and a few lazy licks over my lips. One of which said licks went through my lips and into my mouth. I have to admit, even such a trivial thing somehow awoke arousement inside of me and the next second I could feel a "not-exactly-morning” wood rising in my pants. Then again, it was our honeymoon, so I didn't exactly resist it that much. I returned her the kiss instead and with growing hunger for her, I began slowly slipping lower down her body, brushing my face over her fur along the way. Suzzane didn't resist me, realising where I was going with that, she actually put her hoof on my head, stroking my hair the way I would do to her when she gave me oral pleasure. It wasn't the very first time I did that for her but it was the first time that I went there immediately after waking up. Her legs lazily opened up for me when I buried my face between her thighs, just enough for my head to slip in between them and my hands wrapped around her. With my mouth and my tongue, I went straight for the pearl.

I took it slow, but thorough, to make sure my lover will be satisfied even before I serve the main course to her. Only after she was properly awake, her whole body quivering after clamping my head between her thighs and after I tasted her nectar by a mouthful, did I finally pull my shorts all the way down to keep them clean and went straight inside of her dripping wet peach with my already eager member.

It started out as a missionary but with each pump, I leaned lower and lower towards the mare until I sort of collapsed onto her so that our bodies would touch as much as possible. Though, I didn’t want to squish the pony who was half my weight, so I grabbed her into embrace and we fell onto our sides.

We held each other close and tight, bare bodies touching, our hot breaths exchanging from one set of lungs to another and our eyes connected the whole time.

Oh yes it was blissful, so blissful I didn’t even think about where we are. It was a garden of Eden for me at the moment and Suzzane was my Eve. Then, when I was getting close towards my limit of how much pleasure my body can take, I went for a deep, passionate kiss.

A mouthful of Suzzane’s tongue, fireworks in my brain, spasms of pleasure in my body, a heat of the sun on my back, birds chirping all around,.. an amazing way to make love for the first time as a husband and a wife. Oh yes, I thought so too. That is, until I noticed one little detail that made the situation a whole lot less than an ideal:

When I let go from the kiss and opened my eyes, I spotted something behind Suzzane’s head. Even through her dishevelled mane and with eyes, dazy from all that, I could visibly tell it was a human figure with a dog on the leash. The next second, when I actually focused my confused vision, I could even make out that it was some lady in her 40’s or 50’ and the horrified expression she glanced at me when our eyes met.

All I could do was cringe both internally and externally, unable to move a single inch, just like the unwilling peeping Tom next to us that just stood there, as if the whole world was lagged in place. That was when Suzzane noticed something was wrong and she turned her head the same direction to see it as well.

“Suzzane and Anon married. No secret. All happy!” she announced gleefully when her eyes connected with those of the shock-frozen woman.

That must have been too much for her because it was when she finally snapped out of her momentary brain short circuit, turned around and ran away, pulling the curious dog behind her.

I have to admit, like many things in life, it would be kinda funny to watch the scene play out if you weren’t one of the actors. Needless to say that the magic of the moment was broken and replaced with paranoia and shame. One that Suzzane took no part in because she apparently thought it was okay to french kiss and even have sex in front of others, since we became husband and wife. Technically, it wouldn’t be that bad if the marriage was official and Suzzane wasn’t a beautiful, gorgeous and intelligent, yet still a four legged mare.

In panic, I quickly pulled out from my wife who was still confused by my sudden acting, watching me as I rushed to put my clothes back on.

“Man, how could I be so stupid? Of course someone could wander in here! It’s the fucking weekend, sun is shining and this is the closest actual forest you can take you dog to! Why why why!” I gibbered to myself while struggling with the shirt and shorts. “The damn woman must have seen everything, what am I going to do?!”

“Su-.. Um, Anon?” Suzzane’s hoof on my shoulder snapped me out of it so hard that I almost yanked. “Arr yuu okay?” She added a sentence that she must have heard in many movies but haven’t used a lot.

“No, I’m not okay Suzie.” I facepalmed myself instead. “This isn’t good. Not good at all. She could live somewhere nearby. If I ever see her again, she’ll know.”

“But, Suzzane wife nao! Anon and Suzzane married.” The mare furrowed her brows. “...No?”

“Suzie, my love... “ I sighed. “It doesn’t work like that. The wedding was not even real. Nobody would ever wed us. We might be in big trouble now.”

“Wedding not real?” The mare raised her hoof, one with the bracelet I gave her instead of a wedding ring and she glanced at it. “But-...”

With all the mess in my head, explaining stuff to Suzzane suddenly felt extremely difficult. The scared little man that wanted to take over just wanted her to be quiet and I let him win when I yelled: "Look, love is not enough okay?! People will not accept this! A pretended wedding is not going to change that I-...I…"

That was when I glanced into her shocked eyes as she stepped back away from me and I recalled the last time I actually lashed out at her. Back then, when her heat started. She looked just the same. And I promised myself not to ever do that again. That’s why I instantly deflated, going from angry to just sad, guilty and pathetic.

“...I’m sorry Suzie.” I finally broke the silence that felt way longer than it actually was. “I am an idiot. A proper one. I probably don’t even deserve you, that’s why I got so scared of losing you because of what happened, that I almost chased you away myself.”

Suzzane, with her gaze turned toward the ground, moved a little bit closer to where I sat down on the ground and she sat next to me: “Suzan also idiot.”

“What?” I looked at her in shock. “No, you’re not! I am the idiot here.” My thumb bumped onto my chest, making an audible ‘thud’ sound, then my pointing finger pointed at the mare. “You are clever and wise! Wiser than me, you just… didn’t know. And I didn’t tell you. I guess I should fix that. Tell you the truth.”

“Truth?”

“Yeah. Look sunshine,.. the wedding ceremony wasn’t real, it wasn’t “official”. But even if it was, I think it would not help or solve anything.”

“Wedding not real. Suzzane no waif.” She frowned and glanced at the bracelet on her hoof, about to pull it down.

“Wait, Suzie.” I held her hoof to stop her. “Look, the wedding wasn’t official but it was real for me.” My hand, decorated with the ring that she gave me, hovered in front of her eyes “This is real for me. I will never take this off You ARE my wife and I love you.” I kissed her hoof that was still in my hand and I gently caressed it as I continued: “It’s just that people, including my parents, especially them, they will not understand. Not yet.”

Although Suzzane didn't say anything, from her face I knew she finally understood all of it. It must have been a lot to take in for her as well because that whole time, she actually naively believed that staging a wedding ceremony in my sister's room will solve all our problems.

I really don't think it was stupid of her, the way she connected the dots the wrong way. She just really wanted it to solve this but she had no idea how the human world works.

We sat there quietly together for a few more minutes, just gently holding each other. Processing, reconciling in our heads.

Meanwhile, another person passed by too. Come to think, it was a miracle that it was just one person who saw us before. Or maybe there was more, I just didn't pay attention. I tried not to think about it any more though, even though I felt that it might come back to bite me. The fact alone was bad enough and I knew I shouldn’t ruin our present moments with the fear of the future. However, it was still in the back of my mind and I couldn’t get it out. Especially when we bumped into other people.

My original plan was to get something to eat before going home but since I was afraid of getting seen in public, we went straight home. Suzzane could probably feel my worries as well because she was awfully quiet on the way. That, or maybe she was just thinking of a different way to solve our problem because later she cheered up again. I did too, especially when we got back home and my parents were acting as usual. Nothing out of the ordinary.

I quickly grabbed something for us to eat and I walked with Suzzane by my side towards my room to eat it there together from one plate as usual. On the way, she kept eyeing my parents so I said:

“Maybe one day, you might tell them yourself. Not now though,.. they probably won't take you seriously before you’ll learn to speak like them.”

The mare returned me a grin as if she understood exactly what was needed of her…

Author's Note

I did go through it like 4 times but there's likely bound to be some nonsense in it because of my imperfect english and my ADHD brain that likes to write some words twice or leave them out completely.
If you found any grammar mistakes that stand out, don't hesitate to call me out so I can correct them :)