Until I'm In Your Hooves Again

“Until I’m In Your Hooves Again”

Chapter 2

"Before the Trip"

Written by
JaydexTheShadowKnight

Entering your home, you remove your coat and boots, then deposit your lunch bag in the kitchen. After quickly cleaning it out, you shuffle into the living room. Flopping onto the couch, you cast out a heavy sigh, tossing some papers onto the coffee table.

“What a day!” you bellow to an empty house.

It’s roughly 3:30, Thursday afternoon, so Redheart will soon be home. And while you are missing her, it’s a good thing she isn’t home just yet. The news you have for her from work, well, it’s not going to be overly cheery.

Now, it wasn’t that your day at work was bad or even tiring. In fact, for the most part, it was a typical day at the office. The results of your meeting with the mayor, however, are what continue lingering heavily in your mind.

The meeting itself went just fine. The mayor was glad to have you back, and made sure to note how it was rough during your absence, while you were in the hospital. She then went on to note how pleased she’s been with your work at the office. So pleased in fact, that she said your work was “exemplary”. Hardly something you expected her to say, especially since you didn’t think your work is really worthy of that level of praise. Sure you feel accomplished at the end of each day, but “adequate” would seem a more fitting word for your performance.

Nevertheless, she made sure to convey her approval for your methods of doing things around the office. She also shared how pleased the mayor of Manehatten was with your work habits. You were all too familiar with the visit Mayor Lampwick paid your office a few weeks ago. Apparently, she was so pleased with your results that she asked Mayor Mare if you could visit her office and share your techniques with her staff. Before you knew it, the mayor told you that you’d be heading to Manehatten next week, for the entire week, to work along side her staff. She then gave you train tickets to and from the city of lights, and a voucher for a paid room at the Harringhoof Hotel – one of the finest lodges in the city.

This immediately sent up a red flag, and prompted you to ask how this would effect your holiday. The mayor assured you that you’ll be home nearly three days before Hearth’s Warming, so that you can still enjoy whatever plans you have made, along with the time off you put in for. That was quite a relief.

Now, as you glance over at the papers the mayor gave you, there is still the dilemma of breaking the news to Redheart. This is going to be the first time you two will be apart for so long.

You sink your head into one of the plush throw pillows. Why did this have to happen now, and so close to the holidays?

Before you can fully ponder this, the front door opens, and gently closes. The familiar sound of Redheart’s hoof beats meets your ears. She removes her hat and sets it on the coffee table. Your mare drops down beside you on the sofa, and sighs, “Oooh, what a day.”

You look at her with a smile. “So, how were things at the hospital?”

“Not too bad, just tiring. I spent nearly five hours in surgery, helping with a patient. Thankfully, I had just enough time afterwards, to see my regular patients and finish some paperwork,” she answers. Then, she leans against you, and lets out a happy sigh, “But coming home to you, always makes my day better.” You place your arm around her, and pull her close. She nuzzles you closely, running a hoof along your shoulder. “So, how was your day?”

You tilt your head back and sigh.

Redheart sits up, and seems to break out of her relaxed state. “Is everything okay?”

You sit there, feeling a nervous heat race out across your body. How are you going to properly break the news to her? Giving it some quick thought, you figure the only way is to just say it.

You shake your head and look over at her. “Work itself went all right, it was a meeting I had with the mayor. Now don’t worry, it was a good meeting,” you explain.

“Then what’s wrong?”

“Well, she is pleased with my work, and a few weeks ago, we were visited by Mayor Lampwick, from Manehatten. She too was pleased with my work methods,” you pause, casting out a heavy sigh, “And here’s where the problem starts. Seems she was so pleased that Mayor Mare is sending me away on a business trip next week, to Manehatten. Their mayor wants me to share my techniques with her staff,” you ramble, flopping your arm on the side of the sofa.

Redheart blinks at you. “But what about Hearth’s Warming Day?”

Now, at least you do have some good news. A smile forms on your lips as you answer, “According to the Mayor, I’ll be there just for next week. She assures me I’ll be home in time for the holiday.”

“Thank goodness, because I’m afraid I can’t go with you, the hospital is way too busy to spare me right now.” Redheart feels better that you’ll be home for the holiday, but begins to fill with more questions. “When do you leave, and what time will you return?”

You reach out and nab your tickets and hotel voucher. “Well,” you begin, “I leave Sunday afternoon at 1:00. Then my train back leaves Saturday morning at 7:30. The mayor said I should be home in time for an early lunch,” you reply, setting the items back on the table.

Redheart wipes a hoof over her forehead. “That’s a relief. I didn’t want to miss our first Hearth’s Warming, together. Oh, but that means we won’t see each other for an entire week,” she droops, feeling a sudden onset of sadness.

You reach over and hold her close, in your arms. “I know. We’ve never been apart for so long. The most we’ve been apart is a day or two,” you recall.

Redheart nods, in agreement. “Yeah, even that week I had to stay on-call at the hospital, we weren’t apart that much. You joined me there, and we slept on one of the beds in the on-call room, together,” she remarks happily reminiscing.

“I remember,” you utter, “I guess…this is just something we’ll have to face, together.”

“Yeah.”

“We’ve been together for over nine months now. I’m sure we’ll handle this. Besides, every relationship has it’s challenges,” you remark, wishing you felt more confident in your words.

Your mare leans against you, resting her head along your bosom. “You’re right. This won’t be easy for either of us. We’ll definitely have to make the most of the time we have, till you depart,” she concludes, sounding rather disheartened.

Tenderly, you place your hand along her mane, and softly kiss the side of her head. “Just remember, they always say, “Absences makes the heart grow fonder.””

“You’re right. Hey, I have an idea,” she chirps.

“And what’s that?”

“Well, why don’t we plan a really special day for Saturday, and make some new fun memories. That way we’ll have something to help us through this tough time,” she proposes.

“Okay, that’ll be great! Oh, and while we’re apart, we can both always keep a picture of us together, to remind each other what’s waiting for us at the end of this week,” you note, sounding a bit happier.

A joyful smile forms on her face as she moves to snuggle closer to you. “That’s wonderful! And you know, I think I’ll give you one of your presents, a little early! Trust me, you’ll really like it!” she asserts with glee.

Your share a brief but very loving kiss. Then you whisper, “I’m sure I will, my love.”

* * * *

Once again, you return home. Your week is now over, but since it’s Friday, you still have a few hours till Redheart will be home. Normally she works till roughly five or six on days like this. You’re really looking forward to the fun you’ll be having tomorrow, but right now you start to ponder your dinner options. Given everything she’s done for you, you think Redheart would be touched if you cook dinner this evening. This way, you can both stay home and maximize your time together.

Before you decide what to make, there’s a swift knocking at your door. A strong feeling of puzzlement takes hold of you. Who in the hoof could this be? Redheart isn’t due home for quite while yet.

Rising to your somewhat tired feet, you make your way over to the door. The knocking resumes. You twist the knob, and pull back, revealing the pony standing on the other side. It’s Rarity.

“Rarity, hello! What are you doing here?” you inquire with due surprise.

She smiles excitedly at you. “Darling, I’m so glad you’re home. Redheart isn’t here is she?” Rarity wonders, scanning the area, immediately behind you.

You shake your head, “No, she’s still at work.”

“That’s good. I just had to let you know I finished your order! Please tell me you can spare a few minutes to come see it and let me know what you think of it?” she requests politely.

“Oh my gosh! You’ve got it done already?!” you exclaim with a big grin.

Rarity nods. “I do, so can you come?”

You nod, stepping inside to put on your boots and grab your coat. Locking the house, you quickly follow Rarity to her shop. Following a short walk, you arrive at Carousel Boutique. The fashion enthusiast directs you into her place, and leads you to her project area.

She has you stand before the fashion form donning the dress, and points her hoof. “Well, tell me what you think…of this!” she beams with boundless energy.

You feel your mouth drop open as you study the fancy gown resting on the fashion form. The reds, the pinks, the silver and gold accents, the lace, and the dress itself is just perfect! You take a moment to imagine what it would be like on Redheart. A heavy, but contented sigh leaves on your breath, making your smile joyfully.

Rarity looks at you, her eyes pleading for your opinion, be it good or bad. You turn to the dress designer. “It’s perfect! Rarity…I simply love it! You even added some fancy jewelry to accent it!”

She closes her eyes and smiles grandly. “Oh darling, I’m so glad you’re pleased with it. And yes, I thought the tiara and necklace would add just the right touch,” she chuckles softly, “Now, if you have the money, I’ll get it packed right up for you.”

You look at her, continuing to smile. “Go ahead, let me fish out what I owe you.” The unicorn quickly prepares the outfit for packing as she fetches a fancy outfit box to place it in, while you turn to your coin pouch. Reaching in, you remove several coins.

“It’s all set,” announces Rarity, setting the packaged dress on a nearby table.

You hand her the bits. “Here you are.”

She takes the coins with her magic and taps the dress. “It’s all yours…I,” her words drop off as she double-checks the money you just gave her. Rarity counts it and her azure eyes widen. “Um, darling, I think you gave me a few bits too many, plus you did give me a 10% deposit.”

“Huh,” you mutter. “I gave you what I owed you.”

She shuffles through the coins and uses her magic to lift them over to you. “But there’s coins totaling 250 bits here! I was only charging you 200 and you already paid 20,” Rarity gasps, conveying her desire not to swindle you.

You turn to her, holding your gift for Redheart. “I know that’s what you were charging, but I just know she’s going to love this, and you did such fast and beautiful work. Why 250 bits seems more than fair, for such fine work!” you declare with swift nod of your head.

“I…uh, t-thank you, darling!” Rarity lightly stammers with glee.

You turn and head for the door. “No Rarity, thank you, for this wonderful dress. I’ll be sure to keep in mind, the next time I need a fancy outfit for Redheart,” you muse.

Rarity giggles like a filly, and waves to you. “Anytime, darling, oh and should it need any altering, you can bring it back and I’ll take care of it, free of charge! Have a very happy Hearth’s Warming Day!” she calls out to you.

Turning back, you nod politely, “And you too, Rarity!” Then, you depart her shop, feeling overjoyed that you have Redheart’s presents taken care of! And since there’s still time till you need to start dinner, you can wrap her gifts and put them back in your hiding place. Even though you have that lonely week staring you down, you know things are going to be great for your holiday!

* * * *

It’s after 5:30, and you’ve already finished wrapping and hiding Redheart’s presents. Now all that’s left to do is put the final touches on dinner. You thought of a great meal to prepare for her and have done everything you can to make this a romantic night, focused on her. True, you may not be a gourmet chef, but you can cook rather well. This fact strolls about your mind as you finish setting the table and placing the freshly completed entrée and side items in their places of honor. Taking a cursory glance of the spread, you are quite pleased.

It’s then that you hear the front door open and quickly close. The sound of gentle hoof steps meets your ears. Turning to the dining room doorway, you see Redheart slowly enter. You beam her a loving smile, placing your hands behind your back. Her mouth silently drops open as she gazes at the site you’ve prepared.

“What is all of this?” she gasps in awe.

You walk over to your beloved pony, and give her a tender hug. “It’s just a little something I whipped up. Since your Friday’s are often tiring, I thought, why don’t I cook us dinner. This way we can stay home and relax together, and enjoy the time we have, alone,” you declare, softly caressing her furry cheek.

For the moment, words fail her. Redheart simply places her hooves around you and squeezes you tightly, cooing softly into your ears.

“Oh,” you mutter. “I almost forgot.” Walking over to the candles, you pick up a small box of matches and strike one on the side. You proceed to light the two decorative candles, adding their soft glow to the low light of the room. “Yes, that’s what was missing,” you muse with a nod.

Redheart places her hooves around you again and kisses you deeply on the lips. You place your left arm around her and gently caress her neck with your right hand, returning her loving kiss. Her embrace tightens as her lips press harder against your own. She doesn’t hesitate to offer you a gentle moan, while she savors your company.

A few moments pass and your kiss concludes. Redheart’s cheeks bear a strong rosy glow as her loving eyes gaze deeply into your own. You don’t even fight it, rather you indulge the urge to stare right back into her captivating orbs, feeling like you can see on forever, into the soul of the mare you love so much.

She turns to the spread and then looks back at you. “This all looks wonderful! What did I do to deserve someone as amazing as you?” she asks, resting her head on your shoulder.

You place your hand along her mane and gingerly pull her close. “Simple…you gave me your love, and have made my life in Ponyville…grander than I ever could have dreamed,” you profess, seeing the joy sparkle in her eyes.

She chuckles softly, and takes your hand with her hoof, “Shall we?”

“Of course,” you nod.

“So, what did you make?” She takes a deep breath. “It smells delightful?”

You walk her over to the table. “Well, I’m still working on perfecting some of my Equestrian recipes, but I know quite a few from Earth. The best part, I was able to modify some from both our worlds, and well, voila!” you chime, removing the cover on the main dish. “I made four-cheese quesadillas, accompanied with mild salsa and sour cream. There is some Spanish rice to go with them, and I also took the liberty of making some lightly sweetened glazed carrots, so we’d have a vegetable to go with everything.” Redheart looks over the assorted items and leers at the food hungrily, trying not to drool in anticipation.

She looks at you gleefully and says, “You outdid yourself this time!”

“I just hope you like it,” you reply. “Oh, and I picked up a chocolate cream pie from Sugar Cube Corner, for dessert, while I was out getting a few odds and ends.”

“Wow, you thought of everything. I just hope pie isn’t the only thing you’ll be wanting for dessert,” she giggles, winking playfully at you.

A grin forms on your lips as you use the tongs to place a quesadilla on her plate. “Oh don’t worry, I’ve always got plenty of room for the sweetest desserts!” you wink back at her, kissing her cheek.

The two of you enjoy the romantic dinner you prepared and share an evening of endless joy together. You can only wonder how Redheart’s plans for tomorrow will be able to top this! But somehow, you suspect they will.

* * * *

Following Friday night, you and Redheart enjoy every moment you have together, on the last Saturday before you leave for Manehatten. The day goes by, allowing you both to share a joyful and somewhat playful morning together, and then a quiet relaxing afternoon. Now, following one of her delicious dinners, the two of you are cuddling on the couch, while you wait for the oven timer to ring. She wanted you to have some goodies to take with you, so in the spirit of the holidays, you two are baking chocolate chip cookies. Though Redheart assures you, the best dessert is yet to come. That and she keeps telling you she’s going to give you one of your presents early.

Sitting there, with her secure in your arms, you can only wonder what this present may be. Before you can continue pondering, the buzzing ring of the over timer breaks your train of thought.

“Do you want me to go get them, darling?” Redheart asks with a sigh.

“No,” you shake your head. “Let me, honey.” You release her, reluctantly, and trek out to the kitchen. Putting on an oven mitt, you open the oven. The rolling heat blankets against your face as you reach in and remove the tray of freshly baked cookies. Setting them on the stove, you grip the other sheet, which has another batch ready to go, and place it inside. After closing the oven door, you wipe the sweat from your brow. With the mitt still on your hand, you move the hot sheet over to the cooling area you and Redheart have prepared. You set the baking timer, and look at the tantalizing cookies, which are staring at you as the sound of their sizzling on the tray, begins to fade.

For a moment, you contemplate indulging in just one more cookie, but then again, you’ve had five already. Turning away from the sheet, you see Redheart has joined you in the kitchen. A warm smile forms on your face. “I just put the last batch in,” you note.

“Oh, good, so we’re just about done then,” she replies.

You nod a few times, “Yep. Say, you wouldn’t care for another? Nothing like a fresh warm and gooey chocolate chip cookie.”

She giggles at you softly. “Tempting, but like you, I’ve head at least five already. Now that it’s going on eight, we don’t want to feel too full, do we?”

“No, I suppose not,” you answer, scooping the hot cookies off the sheet and onto the carefully spread wax paper.

“Besides, now that our dinner has settled, I think it’s time I gave you your present,” she winks.

You move closer to her, and she leans up, resting her hooves against you. Placing your arms around her neck, you smile at her. “So, just what could this present be?” you wonder.

“Well, why don’t to finish up with these cookies, and then meet me in the living room. I need to go into the bedroom for a little bit…to get your gift,” she replies in sly voice, being less than subtle about it.

You chuckle warmly, “Okay, I’ll see to things here, then meet you by the sofa.”

She kisses your lips briefly, then returns to all fours, trotting out of the kitchen. You place a hand on your chin, trying to figure out what she’s up to. Snickering, you figure it has to be something good. All you know is that you are really longing to make love to her, more than anything else right now.

With the cooled cookie sheet empty, you walk it over to the sink, and place it in the still very warm sudsy water. After wiping it with a damp sponge, you rinse it and place it in the draining rack. Then to your surprise, the timer buzzes again. The final batch is ready. You repeat the process and finish with the cookies.

Now that your business in the kitchen has concluded, you return to the living room. Somehow, you’ve arrived here before Redheart. Glancing over at the fireplace, you notice the fire is beginning to diminish. Removing the guard from the hearth, you toss another hunk of wood onto the fire, then replace the cover. The fresh timber is quickly engulfed from the flames, adding new life to the crackling fire.

Taking a step back, you hear the bedroom door open. Turning toward your room, you hear Redheart call, “Close your eyes!”

You grin, feeling like, well, a kid at Christmas! Your eyes clench shut. “Okay, they’re closed,” you call over to her.

“Good, now keep them shut for just a moment,” she replies. You hear her hooves patter gently on the hardwood floor, coming to rest from what you can only conclude is directly in front of you. “Okay, go ahead and open them.”

Your eyes open and quickly meet the sight before them. To your amazement, Redheart is standing before you in a red Santa Girl outfit, consisting of: a one-piece short skirt with a cottony liner, and the classic Santa hat, with a white pompom and is accented by a holly berry leaf, along its white liner. “Oh my…goodness!” you gasp.

Redheart lightly walks in place showing off her outfit. “Well, what do you think? Is it me…do you like it?” she asks, blinking her sparkling eyes at you.

You slowly stroll up to her, and lean down to press your lips to hers. Pulling back, you smile grandly and answer, “I love it! You look cute and sexy at the same time! But, how…where did you get this?”

She giggles at you. “Well, you remember we talked about Earth holidays in bed a few weeks ago,” she reminds you. Recalling that fun round of pillow talk, you nod. “I remembered you telling me how girls on Earth dress up like this for their guy friends. So, I asked Rarity if she could make me an outfit like this…that way I could dress up and be naughty for you,” she gleams with joy.

Your smile grows from her explanation. Placing a hand on her shoulder, you remark, “This is quite a present.” You reach down, and caress the length of her silky pink mane, which is sticking out from under her hat.

“I’m glad you like it. There’s plenty of fun we can have, with me dressed like this,” she winks.

A silly grin forms on your face. “We can indeed,” you snicker. “But hey, aside form that little holly leaf, you aren’t wearing any green. You do have plenty of red, but a little green in your outfit would be nice.”

Redheart walks in front of you and rubs up against you. Turning to look back at you, she remarks, “Oh, but my outfit does have some green to it.” You glance at her questioningly, making her giggle at you. “Here, just take a look at these,” she chirps, flipping her tail to the side and reaching back a hoof to lightly tug up her skirt.

Your eyes widen, spying the satiny green panties she’s wearing. “Wha…!” you gasp in amazement. “You’re also wearing panties!?”

She nods, continuing to smile. “You bet. Oh and why not check them out,” Redheart utters playfully.

You slowly drop to your knees, and move close to her flank. Every fiber of your being prays this isn’t just a dream, because this is beyond incredible. Your eyes stare shamelessly at her green lingerie, enjoying how it hugs her curves in a very flattering fashion. You reach your hand out and slowly run your index finger along the center of her panties, savoring the smooth texture and the feeling of touching her through the delicate piece of clothing. Redheart softly shudders from the stimulating sensation of your finger gliding across her covered slit.

“Wow, this is just…wow!” you remark excitedly. “Your entire getup really suits you, and you look simply stunning.”

Redheart’s blushing cheeks turn a deeper shade of red. “Oh, thank you, sweetheart. I’m really glad you like your present. Say, you want to go ahead and take a peek, I don’t mind.” The expression on her face fills you will ease.

“Okay,” you respond, feeling a rush of excitement. You continue to enjoy the sight of her standing there in this amazing outfit, wearing these alluring panties. Taking a deep breath, you reach out and gently pull her satiny underwear to the side, revealing her gorgeous crescent. Softly, you run your fingers along it, sampling a preview of the wonders to come.

Redheart sighs pleasantly, enjoying your welcoming touch. “You always seem to know, just how to touch me,” she utters softly.

You smile, detecting a trace of warm moisture along your fingers. Removing your hand, you allow her panties to slide back. Rising to your feet, you stand beside her. “All I do is pay attention to what you enjoy. So, what would you like to do first?” you ask eagerly.

She bumps against you, and replies, “Well, I’m glad you like the panties, but, I think they may get in the way for some of the things I’d love to share with you, tonight. Would you mind helping me take them off?”

You place your arm around her and lean over to kiss her cheek. “I’d love to.”

A joyful expression remains on your face as you return to her curvaceous flank. Redheart moves her tail to the side, and again tugs her skirt up, granting you easy access to her underwear. Placing your hands on either side of the elastic ends, you work your fingers under them, sighing contently as you feel the velvety texture of her fur against your fingertips. Gently, you tug on her straps, and slowly work her panties down. Her marehood slowly uncovers, allowing you to enjoy its serene beauty.

Inhaling another full breath, you continue pulling her lingerie downward. Arriving at her hind legs, you decrease your pace and begin teasing them down her lovely white limbs. Then, as you pass her thighs, you finally allow her panties to slip the rest of the way to the floor. You hold on to the elastic, as she steps out from them.

Heedlessly, you toss her panties over to the back of the couch. Before any words are spoken, you crawl on your knees back to her flank. Reaching out, you seize her left hind leg. Wrapping your arms around it, you bring your cheek to rest between her thigh and cutie mark, and gingerly nuzzle her.

Redheart shudders and quietly sighs from your loving gesture. Her eyes momentarily widen and then partially close as she feels your hands tenderly caress her leg. She whispers your name, and faintly moans, “Come here.”

You release her leg and move over to her face. Tracing your fingers along her neck, you quietly speak, “Yes, my love.”

She leans down and wraps her hooves around your neck. Redheart pulls you into a passionate kiss, filling you both with pleasure, while soothing moans muffle past your mouths.

Your kiss ends, and you rise to stand beside her. She shares a loving glance with you, before letting out a heartwarming giggle. “That was wonderful.” Her hoof glides along your chest, while her eyes remain locked on you. “Hmmm…would you like to join your Santa nurse for a tinkle?” A loving smile clings to her face as she awaits your reply.

Returning her smile, you place an arm around her, “I would, my sweet Redheart.”

She giggles at you, then sighs softly, “Good.”

You give her a playful smile as a winning thought pops into your mind. “Do you want to use the other bathroom? It’s closer and more than roomy enough, and afterwards, we could return to the sofa and make love in front of the warming glow of the fire,” you propose.

Redheart places her hooves against you and sighs deeply, “That sounds heavenly.”

“Then, shall we, my lady,” you gesture.

She offers you a playful giggle, and responds, “Of course, my love.”

You chuckle, feeling your cheeks become flushed as the two of you stroll casually toward the bathroom. After entering, your mare pushes the door shut with her hind leg, before she joins you in front of the toilet. You lift up the lid and seat, looking over at her with a grateful and loving smile.

Redheart flips her tail contently, sharing your loving expression. She places a hoof on your shoulder as her cheeks continue to blush. “Um, darling,” she begins, “Would you help me with my skirt. I want to make sure it’s pushed up, so I don’t accidentally get it wet when I go.”

The smile on your lips grows. “No problem, honey,” you chirp. Stepping behind her, you place your hands on the tail of her skirt. You then gradually slide it up to just shy of her waist. Reaching back, you place your hands along her silky tail, and briefly walk your fingers along it, before moving it to the side. Redheart glances back and smiles at you, continuing to sport blushing cheeks.

As you enjoy a brief stare at her welcoming folds, you’re seized by a playful idea, noticing how her backside is exposed from the waist back. Kneeling down, you place your hands on either side of her and starting at her cutie marks, you begin running your hands along her flank. Working your way back, you caress her rump and quickly move to her thighs.

“Hey, what are you…” Redheart starts. Your touch, while steering clear of her marehood, inadvertently stimulates a sensitive spot on her hindquarters, causing her to start giggling. “Oh, not there…that tickles,” she cries, “Please, stop, I don’t want to wet myself. I drank quite a bit of water this evening.”

You back off your hands, and return to your feet. “Sorry, honey. I got carried away,” you grin.

She moves over to you and replies, “That’s all right. Now let me see…” Redheart eyes your crotch and notices the tab on your zipper sticking up. Opening her mouth, she nips it in her teeth and pulls it down for you. Then giving you a sultry look, your mare sits on her rump, and places her hooves on your belt, carefully loosening it. She slowly licks her lips as she undoes your button, and partially lowers your jeans in the front. Redheart moves the end of her right foreleg to your underwear and carefully tugs them to the side, freeing your intrigued manhood.

The smile remains on your face as she backs up to the toilet, and you take your place standing beside her. Redheart double checks that her tail is pulled to the side and she lightly spreads her hind legs. Sharing your smile, she nods her head and utters, “Ready when you are.”

Checking your stance, you respond, “Okay.” You savor the feeling of holding your bladder, for just a few seconds. Then, you relax your groin muscles, creating a pale yellow, mostly clear, fountain, which splashes into the basin. Giving your mare a side-glance, you nod, signaling her to join in. Redheart winks at you, double-checking her distance to the ceramic bowl. A few spurts from her folds dribble into the toilet, before she sighs, relaxing the muscles around her bladder. She unleashes a faint yellow arch of pee that begins racing beside your flowing stream.

The two of you share a soothing sigh, while enjoying the intimate act of peeing together. Your eyes remain fixated on her captivating torrent, occasionally glancing up at her beautiful face and her winning expression. Redheart in turn leaves her gaze rest on the sight of your racing stream, and like you, she shares a few joyful looks, thrilled from the excitement in your eyes.

Redheart sighs a bit louder, and closes her eyes, “Ahh, that feels so good…Mmm.”

You faintly moan from the blissful feeling teaming throughout your body, “Hmm…it’s so soothing.” You chuckle, “I didn’t think I drank that much.”

She giggles at you again, “You and me both.”

A few moments pass and your streams begin to slow. Redheart’s begins to sputter as her bladder empties, ending like usual, with a few lingering spurts. Yours comes to an end a few seconds after hers, accompanied by a few trailing spurts of your own.

“That was delightful as always, sweetheart. Oh yeah, allow me,” she beams, reaching a hoof over to you. Redheart tenderly shakes the last few drops out of you, giving you another heartwarming smile. Her loving touch fills you with pleasure, causing you to breathe deeply and sigh calmly.

Sharing her smile, you clip a decent amount of toilet tissue, and clutch it in your hand. “Here you go, my dear,” you utter affectionately. Gingerly, you dry her damp crescent. Redheart shivers from your enrapturing touch that makes her moan ever so softly. After a few more wipes, you toss the toilet paper into the bowl, before lowering the seat and lid. Like last time, she flushes the toilet.

You cover yourself and secure your jeans, while Redheart wiggles a bit, pushing her skirt back down toward her haunches. After walking over to the sink, you turn on the water, making sure it’s nice and warm. Redheart stands beside you, and promptly dampens her hooves. She gathers some soap, and instead of cleaning herself, she begins washing your hands, gently scrubbing them for you. You smile at each other’s reflection in the mirror. Once your hands are sudsy, you return the favor and clean her hooves. Then, together you rinse off, and dry each other.

Redheart opens the door and turns to wait for you. To her surprise, you reach out your arms and place them around her. Welcoming your advance, she leans up and places her hooves around you, just as you press your lips to hers, drawing her into a heated kiss of pure passion. You both moan pleasantly, savoring a much-needed dose of tenderness.

Following your kiss, the two of you walk back to the couch and stand before the glowing warmth of the fireplace, staying close to each other. Placing your arms around her, you pull Redheart down onto the sofa with you. You look up at her, smiling as you trail your fingers through her silky mane. Her eyes gaze down at you, while she strokes your cheek with her hoof. She leans in and kisses you deeply, closing her eyes. Your eyelids fall shut, while you run your hands along her back, delighting in rubbing them against the soft fleece of her dress. Redheart begins working her hooves along your sides, filling you with the captivating sensation of her loving touch.

Your kiss continues to deepen as you both part your mouths, allowing your tongues to share an affectionate meeting. The two of you sit upright on the comfortable piece of furniture. After savoring your kiss for a few more moments, it ends, allowing you both to take in a deep breath.

Redheart coaxes you to lay back. Then, she straddles her hind legs around you, and leans down to grip the tab of your zipper in her mouth. Again, she tugs it down. Giving you a sultry gaze, your mare places the ends of her forelegs on your belt and quickly undoes it and the button of your pants. You wriggle around, helping her lower your jeans just a little bit. The arousal, rapidly growing within you, causes your manhood to firm up quickly. Redheart lowers your underwear in the front, freeing your solid spire. After savoring an endearing glance at it, she moves herself closer to you. Placing your hands on the tail of her skirt, you slide it up, giving you a perfect view of her entrancing folds.

You move your left hand to touch her furry cheek, while you walk your fingers over to her curves, tenderly caressing them. Redheart shudders pleasantly as she smiles at you, slowly rubbing her hoof along your hungry masculinity. She quickly elicits a gentle moan, while you feel a heavenly sensation creep up your spine.

She moves her tail, draping it along your left leg, while she continues to sigh from the tender motion of your fingers along her crescent. Redheart pauses a moment and begins to giggle softly, feeling your touch encounter the sensitive spot along the top of her crease. Then, a new series of sighs replace her ticklish giggles, causing you to smile up at her. Redheart returns your smile, adding her other hoof to the mix. She runs the end of her foreleg across your shirt. A sly smile forms on her face as she leans down and whispers, “Please, take it off.”

You gaze at her half-lidded and happily remove your shirt, letting it fall silently to the floor. “How’s that?” you utter softly.

She leans down and rubs her nose to yours, “Much better.” Redheart giggles, while she resumes stroking you, and begins rubbing her free hoof across your chest. Her touch seems to become more and more feverish as the seconds begin to pass. You waste no time returning your right hand to her marehood, and swiftly, but gingerly, you slip two fingers into her.

Your touch takes her by surprise, causing her to moan louder than usual. She momentarily tips her head back, feeling shivers race up her spine from your captivating touch. Redheart focuses her eyes on you, and frames the left side of your face with her right hoof. Softly she whimpers, “I’m so horny for you…hmm.” Her lusting words collapse into gentle sighs.

“Oh, Redheart…I hunger for you,” you sigh deeply, beginning to massage her moist inner walls.

She softly moans your name, and begins moving her hoof along your manhood more vigorously, as you notice her breath begin to increase. Your let your head sink deeper into the throw pillows as you feel an intoxicating sensation envelope you, discovering an unmistakable increase in your own breathing.

Several minutes go by as you continue touching each other. You begin to feel a strong build up in your loins, adding to your mounting pleasure. The quivers in Redheart’s body, suggest she’s feeling it too. Sharing a loving look into each other’s eyes, you slowly halt your petting, and move into a passionate kiss. You softly caress her mane, while she runs a hoof across your hair.

Your lips break after a few more blissful seconds pass. Redheart smiles at you, giving you an affectionate look, “I’m ready.”

Returning her look, you share her smile, and respond, “So am I.”

Your mare moves even closer to you, and gently, she sweeps her crescent along the tip of your shaft. The encounter fills you both with even more pleasure. You place your hand on her flanks and slide your hands up to her skirt, pushing it up just a little more. Then tenderly, you move your hands back to her cutie marks, savoring the velvety texture of her fur. She places her hooves along your shoulders as you slowly push up, parting the way. Redheart allows herself to slide down, while you join her in moaning softly as she feels your length enter her.

She leans down and plants a series of kisses on your neck and cheeks, before she finishes with one on your lips. Slowly, Redheart pulls back and begins bucking her hips on you. A few moments pass, and you reach up and place your arms around her back, pulling her down on top of you. You sigh contently, and rub your cheek against her silky pink mane. Placing your left hand on her hat, you slowly remove it and send it to join your shirt, on the floor. Now, you can run your fingers through even more of her beautiful locks. She quickly nuzzles you back, then she prepares to pull away. You lash your arm across her back and bring your lips to her ear. Softly you whisper, “Please, can we do it like this?”

She moans softly, “Mmm, of course we can.” Redheart pulls her head back slightly, so she can give you a smile of approval, while she adjusts her hind legs.

You place your hand on her cheek, “I love you.”

She giggles softly, “I love you.”

Your hands return to her flanks, softly massage them for a moment as she resumes the heavenly movement between you. Securing your grip, you promptly add your strength to her bucking hips, making sure she’s not doing all of the work.

Time begins to go by and Redheart’s pace begins to quicken along with her breathing. The pleasure building along your groin causes your breathing to become shallow and labored. Redheart continues to sigh and moan from the pleasure you’re sharing with her. The passion is just as wondrous as always, because you can feel it with every motion she makes. The enrapturing scent of her perfume makes its way into your nose, adding to your arousal, like never before.

Periodically, you move your hands from her cutie marks and place them around her back, rubbing her tenderly, before moving them back to aid her in your symphony of lovemaking.

As the pleasure begins to mount within her, Redheart presses her lips firmly to your own, stoking the flames of your love and desire. You return her kiss for a few moments, before a need for breath tears your mouths apart.

The feeling and emotion continues to surge within both of you. Knowing this may be your last time for a while, she seems to be sharing your desire to savor every loving moment you are bound together, for as long as possible. Despite the feverish throes of passion, together, you manage to share a loving gaze into each other’s eyes, while the rapturous motion continues between you. You’re thrusting in time with her gentle bucking, drives your senses to the brink of overload. Another gaze into her griping sapphire eyes, reveals a pair of tears, trailing down her perfect cheeks, moving you deeply. You feel your eyes begin to water, while your heart continues to beat with your ever-growing love for her.

A series of adorable squeaks and moans fly from her mouth as you feel her body begin to tremble from the ravages of ecstasy. Your own body begins to burn in time with the crackling flames of the fireplace, feeling the mounting pressure in your manhood. Then, when you feel as though you are just about beyond your own limit, Redheart’s body freezes for a moment. She lightly arches her back, and casts out a heavenly loud moan of intense pleasure. You feel the familiar moisture fall along you as you join her in letting out several loving moans, casting your gift repeatedly into her.

You place your arms tightly around her, feeling her hooves dig into your shoulders as you both gasp heavily for air.

Several minutes pass and your breathing begins to return to normal. You place a hand along her velvety cheek, feeling your love for her pour out with every thump of your heart. A few more tears fall from her eyes as she nuzzles against you, making you squeeze her again. Unable to hold them back, you feel a few of your own tears break free, slipping out from the corners of your eyes. The pleasure and serenity of the moment have taken you captive, driving you beyond the brink of tears.

Staring deeply into her orbs, you and Redheart close your eyes, allowing your lips to seek each other out. You share the most loving of kisses with her. Then, after your kiss ends, and even though you said it only minutes ago…you whisper, “I love you, Redheart.”

She coos softly, “I love you.” Your mare speaks your name in a whimper and repeats, “I love you.”

You continue to cuddle on the sofa, enjoying the warming embers of the fire, while it continues to crackle away.

Then after a few more minutes pass, you both decide to secure the house, and call it a night, now that the hour passes ten.

* * * *

The night presses on peacefully. You and Redheart are nestled close together, under the comfort of your warm covers.

A quiet but familiar sound rouses you from your slumber. It’s the sound of Redheart, sobbing softly. Opening your eyes, you turn to see her, still by your side, her eyes glistening with tears, in the dim glow of night.

Reaching out for her, you pull her close, “Honey, what’s wrong?” She places her head in the crook of your neck, and continues to sob. You secure your arms around her, and keep her close, running your hand along her soft furry back. “Shh, it’s all right, I’m here.”

She takes in a deep breath and pulls back from you. Her eyes continue to sparkle from the glaze of fresh tears. You reach out and gently wipe them away.

Redheart takes another deep breath. “I’m sorry. I woke up and was watching you sleep, but then it dawned on me, tomorrow you leave for Manehatten,” she sighs, “I promised myself I wouldn’t waste any of our time together crying, before you left…but, I couldn’t.”

You squeeze her again, and kiss her forehead. “There’s nothing wrong with that.”

“Yes there is,” she sniffles, “I’m stronger than this, so why can’t I keep it together? It’s only for a week, but still…I can’t seem to keep from crying.”

You rock her gently in your arms. Firmly but gently, you respond, “Your tears are not a sign of weakness. They are…an expression…o-of your f-feelings.”

Redheart looks at you closely, noticing the faltering of your words. “Aww, sweetheart…how could I not think it’s bothering you, too.” Her hooves move to encircle you, pulling you closer. “I know we’ll get through this.”

You nuzzle against her softly, “Yes, we will.”

“Hold me close.”

Running your fingers through her lightly mussed mane, you whisper, “Always.” You share a tender kiss. Then she lays back down, while your arms embrace her, in the calm of night. You sigh quietly, recalling something you’ve been meaning to tell her. “Redheart, you want to know something?”

“What’s that?”

“Back on Earth, I use to spend a lot of time wondering why I could never find anyone special. Now that I’m here, on your world, I’m glad I never did. Otherwise, I might not have taken Celestia’s offer, and then I never would have met you. All I’ve ever wanted was someone like you, to hold in my arms,” you muse, feeling tears silently creep into your eyes.

She places her hooves along your bare chest, and snuggles close to you. “Thank you, for being you.”

“Anytime,” you smile thoughtfully, “My very special somepony.” You chuckle warmly as you rest your chin along the top of her mane.

She giggles at your thoughtful remark, and then she lets out a quiet yawn. “I’m feeling sleepy, shall we get some more rest?”

“I’d love to,” you whisper, kissing her head softly.

You adjust the covers over you, and hold her close, sighing contently. Redheart rubs her nose against yours, before you both fall back to sleep.