> Soft love.
>  by The bearded teddy bear
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> Chapter one
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How long had you been here in Equestira at this point? Time here seems to move so fast to you, as it did for most people it seems, well... before you came here time didn't seem to move at all. 

You shake your head a bit, the thoughts of back then causing undo pain, no point in dwelling on that anymore. Then was then and now was now. You run a hand through the lush curly facial hair you had been growing for a while now as a slight distraction, It always helped. It might sound somewhat silly, but the feeling of the coarse hairs in your hand, and the tingling on your chin as your fingers comb through it felt nice. Offered a nice release from thoughts.

But your mind couldn't be idle for long. You sit in your home, in your favorite brown leather chair and ponder your time here for a while, counting days, recalling events, marking seasons. 

Two years, more two and a half... Your arrival here was staged in the summer some time. The exact date eludes you, you were never any good with dates anyhow. 

Your lips curl up wards slightly, and your vocal cords vibrate out a small chuckle as you remember the day you fell in to this little town. The very first word that comes to mind to describe it was... Chaotic.

You woke up somewhere around the edges of the Everfree, the first thing that you remember from waking up there, was pain, great quantities of it, pulsing from your head. The second thing you remember was running for your life as some massive brown, overly fluffy bear, with deceptively sharp claws, had decided to chase you.

It was lucky for you that you met the first pony of the little hamlet, called Ponyville when you did. The bear had gotten a swipe in on your left leg, and it had snapped like a twig. That's when a small yellow Pegasus with a pink mane came to your rescue, shouting the bear in to submission. 

The utter confusion when she spoke would probably have been enough to cause a serious case of sensory overload for most people in that situation. But you just rolled with it the best you could.

Things from there got even stranger. But a good trait of humans is their ability to adapt to their situation and let the strange simply become the norm after a while. Sure it took a while to get used to it all. Magic, flying and talking pastel ponies, princesses and monsters. But in the end, it simply became every day routine.

You even made fast friends with some of the ponies around this little town, after the main nervousness and skepticism was put to rest. 

Of course there were the elements of harmony, who helped you get on to your feet, Twilight rented you a room in her massive crystal castle for a good amount of months. As it was probably one of the few places able to accommodate your height in this town. She would have given it to you, but you refused not paying her what you can for the room. 

Kindness should never go unrewarded, you insisted. And in the end, she allowed you to pay for your keep.

Work came swiftly after your injury was healed... or partially, the joint of your ankle had healed poorly, restricting the movement of the joint quite substantially. The farm pony you knew as Apple jack, one of the most pleasant ponies you've had the pleasure of meeting, had been kind enough to make you a cane to aid in the simple task of walking, out of apple wood. 

But even though you had a bum leg, your hands, height, size and general strength often came in handy for various reasons. Bits came fairly easily, and with determination and planing, your collection of bits grew to a point where the small plot of land, not to far off the road to the school house was within grasp. And by the years end, the deed was yours, construction had started on your very own home. 

Sure it took an other good deal of months to pay for everything, and get the construction finished. But you got your home. The one you're sitting in now.

Two and a half years. And you considered your life here comfortable and moderately successful. But you were never one to strive for greatness, you were content with your little two story home, your friends, and your work. Though... There was one thing you found yourself trapped in.

Loneliness was becoming an issue. Sure you had your friends to talk too and keep you company, and you never minded being alone, solitude was something you enjoyed to a degree.

But the absence of a long term, deeper relationship was starting to... take its tole. Even before you had been dropped in this world, this was becoming an ever more present issue. The jolt of arriving here so suddenly provided a distraction from that, but now it was returning in full force as it proved temporary.

Sure intimate relationships have come and gone. A few of your friends coming to you for release during their heat cycles. But it was never anything more then friendly help in their time of need. 

Well... You'd be lying if you said you didn't help yourself a bit in the process, a man can only go so long without his itches being scratched. And after so long among pony kind, you had actually made the jump from thinking them simply cute. To genuinely attractive.

But still, you felt like something was missing in this house of yours.

You let out a soft sigh, letting your body slide down in your chair a little bit.

“This isn't healthy.” You conclude. Realizing that your own thoughts had gotten you in a rather depressing mood. A distraction you thought would be the best coarse of action now. And so. You stand up from your comfortable chair with a slight grunt, half limping your left leg and aching bones after you as you make your way to a window.

“Getting older there John.” You chuckle to yourself in self irony, as you knew you weren't all that old. Barely out of the twenties and in to the thirties.

It was a snowy day outside the walls of your warm wooden home, with grayish skies, patches of blue in the clouds, where the sun shone through, making the white landscape sparkle slightly. 

Winter was always slow for you, most of your work being done in summer as building jobs or farm work was mostly available during the warm months of the year. You always found something to occupy yourself with during the winter, either at the friendship castle, doing paperwork or helping Twilight with some research. Or at town hall, And you have on multiple occasions assisted Pinky pie cater for larger get together she plans. 

When you first arrived Twilight was more then just a bit insistent on getting to study you and that you tell her about life in you world. Though in the end. A mint green pony had almost threatened her way to exclusive rights to that... 

You can't help but chuckle a bit at the memory. Remembering how insanely meticulous miss Heartstrings was with her studies. Privacy, dignity and personal space all went out the window with that mare.

But today was a day that nothing had really come your way. A day off so to speak.

So the urge to put on your shoes and simply take a walk around town found you. You thought It was at least better then stewing in this house with your own thoughts like this.

Dressing yourself in your favorite black long coat, and your pair of trusty boots, you wrap a thick, green woolen scarf around your neck, and dig out a pair of fur lined leather gloves. 

Most of your clothes were custom made from Rarity herself. Though some of your articles of clothing, like your leather boots and gloves were ordered from regions where meat and leather trades were more common, like the griffon kingdoms. As ponies usually disliked working with such materials. And as Rarity's friend, you wouldn't inflict something so ghastly on her. 

Grabbing your cane, which when you got it was little more then a simple shaped stick to fit your hand, but now, with an addition dark brown lacquer to protect the wood, and a few metal ornaments and carvings, it was the pride of your outfit. Finally you place a hat atop your brown haired head, a sixpence you actually made yourself. It was practical, you couldn't speak for it's ascetics, but it worked, as it had flaps for the ears that could be hidden inside the hat itself.

Opening the door too the outside you were hit by something you absolutely loved. The fresh air of mid winter. The slight sting to your lungs breathed a refreshing sense of life in to you as you stepped outside. You couldn't help but smile a little bit while taking your first steps of a journey without a real destination, the snow under your boots making a satisfying crumpling sound as you walked. The winter landscape something you've always loved. 

It had this softness to it, like the real world was muffled under all the white powder splayed across the ground and trees. Sure the beauty of the soft landscaped did have its more melancholy sides, the lack of colors and monotone features awoke thoughts of death and a barren wasteland. But also peace and rest. It was something you valued about this time of year, its two sided nature, of grim and bright. 

On your little wander you met a few ponies along the road, Roseluck being out and about you two engaged in some idle chat. Her being a good friend of yours, one that you cared deeply about. In fact you quite enjoyed her company, having a slight fancy for her. But she was already tied to somepony, and the two were so happy together. Your own fancy had no relevancy, the joy you took from her own was more then enough to quell it.

Your little interaction was short lived, but pleasant nonetheless. She informed you, rather excitedly, about some planes she and her significant other would be revealing at spring and you can't help but chuckle, smiling at her. It was a half knowing smile at that. Regardless you didn't push, and you made your farewells, returning to your wandering.

You made a few other chats and hello's with the local ponies. One of those being the ever boasting and confident character of Rainbow dash.

“Watch out bellow!” You heard the unmistakable voice of said pony. Her trademark greeting ringing through your ears and you can't help but just sigh. This always hurt...

You turned your body to face the out of control missile of a mare, widened your stance, dropped your cane and opened your arms.

The breath left your lungs as she came crashing in to you, your arms wrapping around her as both of you ended up flying back. Well encased in a snow pile on the side of the road.

“Ow...” You wheeze out before running your hands up and down the pony in your arms, looking down at the cyan Pegasus. Studying her for injury. “You okay there Dash?” 

She popped out of your grasp and started fretting almost instantly. “Oh my gosh, oh my gosh. Never mind me! How about you!? Why do you never get out of the way John!?” She yelled and started patting you down, searching for injuries, where there were none. 

“I don't break, you know that.” You just laugh and extend an arm to her, letting her help you up before helping you brush off the snow. “And I figured a soft landing would do you some good for once.” You grin, poking a bit of harmless fun as you flick the fluff ball atop her winter hat.

She just huffed and stuck out her tongue at you. “Yeah yeah laugh it up. You'll break your ribs if you keep on going like that.” She teased and picked up your cane for you, hoofing it to you with a smile.

“Still, worth it if I save you from breaking your neck.” You emphasis your point by pulling your head to the left, cracking enlisting from your bones.

“Yeah yeah, whatever. I'll have to get back to work, the storm clouds are unruly today. Best get back by nightfall, this is going to be a big one.” She grinned, extending her wings again to take flight.

“I'll make sure to not get caught in it!” You yell after her as she takes her leave abruptly, kicking up a good amount of snow as she takes off in her trademark unsafe speeds.

This little meeting with her did however remind you of something you had completely forgot, the two day scheduled winter storm. And if it was strong enough to throw Rainbow dash around you'd really have to make sure to have enough firewood inside for the entirety of it. But you'd have plenty of time to deal with that when you got home.

Alone yet again you pick up where you left off, putting one leg in front of the other.

In the distance the chiming of the school bell broke the almost perfect silence of the winter air. And soon laughter from the nearby school house erupted. School ponies rushing out and down the road you were walking. A few taking their time to engage you in a childish snowball fight, before rushing off as they realized they stood no chance.

Laughing merrily you can't help but feel a spring in your step. This walk truly being what you needed to just get your mind off things. The delightful, lighthearted randomness of this town never failing to cheer you up.

Though after a few more minutes of walking something in the air caused you concern. The sound of weeping and maniacal laughter. A laughter you were quite familiar with.

“They never change.” You sigh and step up your speed, quickly spotting the scours of the sorrow in the air. 

Two fillies you've gotten to hear quite a bit about over the years you've been here from the younger set of friends you've made.

You walk up behind the leader, a pinkish filly, wearing expensive looking winter garbs, atop her pink winter hat she had her namesake. A tiara of silver and diamonds. 

You raise your cane and use it to pluck the expensive headpiece off her little head. “Now I've said it a million times haven't I?” You start, Diamond tiara spinning around on the spot and glaring up at you with a deep frown. The fact that she reached just above your knee made her threatening scowl very unimpressive, if anything it was just adorable. 

“Heeey freak, give me that back! It's worth more then you'll ever be!” She whined and hopped, trying to get her possession back. Her partner in crime stepping back a bit and looking down. 

“Oh you wound me miss.” You chuckle a little bit and set yourself down on one knee. “I'll give you back this priceless bejeweled hair clip if you promise me one thing. That you stop harassing other ponies. Or I'll Just chuck it in to the field for you to find by yourself. And you know I throw far.” 

“You wouldn't...” She growled and narrowed her eyes. To which you just stood up again and raised your hand. 

“The field it is then.” Before you even got to flex your arm to prepare the throw she squealed.

“No! You win freak, just give it back and I'll leave this blank flank alone.” She huffed and growled a bit. True to your word you drop her tiara back on her head and she quickly take her leave. “Come on Spoon, she's not worth it anyway.” 

With the predators scared away from their pray you take the time to actually look at the one they had been picking on. It was a small, frail looking earthpony filly, with a white creamy coat, caked in snow and dirt, with a red curly mane and tail, two toned by the looks of it. Streaks of slightly lighter crimson running through it. That as well was caked in snow and looked absolutely drenched. 

Had you not known better, you would have thought this was Rose's kid. 

You felt your heart ache as your green eyes met with her profoundly blue ones. The whites of her eyes a more sore red then white from tears that were starting to freeze on her cheeks. 

You thought you had met all the school fillies and colts in this town. As Miss Cheerilee had you in her classes a few times. But this little filly didn't seem recognizable at all from your memories. 

You kneel down by her and her mat, somewhat stunned expression turned in to one of fear and worry. 

“Please don't hurt me...” She whimpered out, shivering even more as she attempted to hide herself from you. Clearly she wasn't from here, probably new to the town, and as such, had probably never seen something quite like you.

You only notice now that there was some red bellow her muzzle, in the snow. Her nose and lip appeared to be bleeding slightly. It didn't look like anything more then a mere nosebleed and a scratch, probably from an aimed snow ball, with some extra packages inside it. But regardless the sight of blood always kicked your caring instincts in to high gear.

“I wouldn't dream of it. What's your name sweetie?” You ask softly as you remove your coat from your shoulders, tucking it around the shivering and crying little filly. The cold air hit your body, but you shrugged it off, as negative temperatures never really had much of an impact on you.

She raised her head to look at you, sniffling a little bit as she was starting to realize you weren't a threat at all. The warm smile of your bushy face, and the strange shine to your caring eyes, only reassuring her more.

“Soft petal...” She spoke in a meek voice, barely audible to even you. Her weeps had turned to small sobs at this point, 

You smile wider at her and gently nod. “Well Petal, how old are you? And where do you live? I can follow you home if you'd like.” You offer, figuring a warmhearted gesture would do her some good.

“Fourteen... And I live on Mare street sixty...” Her gaze fell to the ground as she spoke both her age and her address. The first thing you noted was that her age was surprising given her appearance. She looked much younger, at least a few years. The second thing was that she was attending the same classes as the younger ponies. Though the address helped you piece together why that might be.

Mare street was on the other side of town, almost exactly so, and it was the street where the Ponyville orphanage was located. Sixty being one of their locals. 

“I see...” You mutter under your breath, before shaking your head a bit. “Now that simply won't do, you'll be frozen solid before you're half way there. Tell you what, I live just a few minutes away from here. You can come with me and we'll get you warmed up and dry, as well as patched up.” You smile softly, offering your hand to her as aid to stand back up. 

Though she seemed skeptical, she took your hand with her hoof, and attempted to stand. Her wet coat, the cold, and her shivering made that close to impossible though, as her frail little legs buckled under her. 

“I'm sorry...” She whispered and looked down, mentally beating herself for not being strong enough to even stand on her own.

“Now now, nothing to be sorry for. Here, let me.” You smile and take your coat and put it back on, leaving it unbuttoned as you kneel down again and scoop the tiny frail pony in to your arms and pinned her to your chest. As you did so, she let out a small Eep of fright, squirming a little bit as she tried to fight it.

Wrapping your coat around her she started to relax, the warmth of your body thawing hers, her shivering starting to die down a little bit. The little, tired filly actually nuzzling her muzzle against your chest as she simply accepted your embrace. A warmth grew in your chest and you couldn't help but smile down at her. 

Holding the precious little package in your right arm, inside your coat you lean on your cane with your left arm as you made your way home bound as quickly as you could, while not making the little filly uncomfortable. 

“T-Thank you mister...” She whispers, looking up at you with her big blue eyes, noticeably less red by now. “I'm sorry if I'm a bother...” She mutters and burrows her face further downwards in your chest. 

“Don't think about it Petal, I'm happy to help. My name is John.” You chuckle a little bit and stroke her back softly, before having to kinda scoot her upwards to realign your grip, putting your hand under her rump to support her better. 

“I...It's nice to meet you J-John...” She half gasps, her face turning a little bit red from where your hand had placed itself. 

“It's a pleasure to meet you as well Petal.” You tell her as you walk down the road, unaware of the awkwardness your hand is causing the little filly. Your home coming in to view down the road. “Not long now and we'll get you a nice shower and some hot coco.” 

Soon enough you were stepping in to the hallway of your little wooden house. You don't waste much time with getting your little dripping package up to the bathroom. Setting her down in the bathtub, before taking off her soaking scarf and fluffy winter hat. 

“You don't need any help with the shower do you?” You ask before realizing the daunting look on her face while she looks around the tub for the nubs. 

“Um... please?” She whimpers, looking a little helpless.

You smile a little bit and chuckle, standing up and removing your coat and scarf, placing them on the sink. 

“Guess things here are a bit tall.” You smile and role up your shirt arms. Turning on the shower head and feeling out the warmth of the water before bringing it down to her. Washing off any left over snow and dirt in her coat and mane, though you suspected to get her clean you'd have to employ a good amount of soap.

As the water hit the little filly she let out a small gasp and a girlish moan, relaxing visibly from the warm water washing over her little body.

“T-That feels nice...” She whispers mostly to herself as she closed her eyes. 

You can't contain your smile as you readied some soap in your hand, the lavender smell filling the air. Gently placing it on her back she tensed up as your hand touched her.

“If you feel uncomfortable, just tell me to stop. Okay?” You tell her, wanting to give her the option of her own privacy is she should so chose.

“N-No it's fine... I'm just not used to being touched so... softly...” She mutters with a deep blush, looking down. 

“Okay, but just let me know if you're uncomfortable.”The bashful way she acted just made her all the more adorable. Though it was clear that her self confidence and self esteem.... It wasn't where it should be for such an adorable and pretty young pony.

You put down the shower head and softly start to rub the soap in to her coat, starting at the middle of her back and going upwards to her shoulders and down her front legs. She squirmed every now and then, and her blush never seeming to leave her face, but she didn't say a word, and ever now and then, her throat would let out a little croon.

You moved from her front legs to her chest, her soft coat feeling like silk on your hands, sending small tingles of pleasure from your hands as the tactile experience of washing her was more then a bit pleasant. Moving backwards to her belly she let out an other gasp and squirmed a bit in place. You stopped your hands in case she wanted you to refrain from that area, but no words left her. In fact, as she looked up at you, her eyes meekly told you to continue.

And so your did, softly rubbing the soft stomach of this thin little filly, enticing a few more gasps and coos from the little pony. You just start to realize that the sounds this little pony was making could be interpreted as somewhat... lewd. But you throw that idea out of your head almost as quickly as it came, though it did cause a minor reaction. She was just a filly after all.

Yours hands slide from her belly to the lower parts of her underside, the warm water masking the heat her body had started to generate in that general region. Though you didn't push your luck, keeping a respectable distance from any intimate areas as you simply wash the little filly, your main goal to get dirt and grime out of her fine white coat. 

Satisfied that her underside is sufficiently clean, you return your hands to her back, moving backwards on to her lower back and haunches. You hadn't realized it because of her general size and the fact that you'd not gotten a really good look at her, but she was somewhat shapely, proportionately filled out. 

You realize that it was somewhat creepy to think of a filly like that, but she was more then a little pleasant to the eyes. And what was the harm in such thoughts, as long as they were not acted upon.

Finished soaping down her coat you rinse your hands and reach for the shampoo, coating your hands in a generous amount of the viscus liquid and taking her tail in to your hands, starting to run your fingers through it, getting some tangles out as well as the dirt and grime.

While you clean her tail you caught a few glimpse between her legs, nothing new there, as ponies were mostly naked all the time, you saw genitalia every day, all day long. It lost it's novelty quickly after arriving here. But your cognitive resolve had to do a double take as you saw her tiny little lips actually wink at you. 

Processing this information took you longer then it really should have, your eyes fixed on her rear as it pushes her lips apart, her little heart shaped clit exposed for a brief moment.

Was this little filly actually being aroused you simply washing her? If so, you certainly hadn't intended it.

You quickly tear you eyes away it and return to washing her tail, getting it done as swiftly as possible. Had her breath escalated?

You try not to think about it, as your body wanted to react inappropriately to the display, which you had no real power to stop. Instead you just rolled with it. Reminding yourself that nothing will happen. She hadn't told you to stop, and you hadn’t touched her in any way intended to arouse, everything was still okay...

Finished with her tail you tell her to turn around so you could wash her mane as well, and she did without any sort of protest. Sitting down on her rear as she looks to the floor of the tub, the sudden contact back there causing her to draw a short gasp, her cheeks beet read and her breath still somewhat labored.

You watched the little filly struggle to even move, her eyes firmly planted downwards you couldn't help but see her fear and shame.

“It's okay Petal, nothing to be ashamed of.” You smile warmly at her and run your hands through her mane, washing out the dirt. Hoping a little bit of reassuring confirmation would put her more at ease “Just hold on.” 

She peeked up at you a little through her wet mane, a little bit of fear and shock in her pleading eyes, but it slowly melted away in to a slight smile on her lips.

“T-Thank you...” She whispers. Moving slightly in the tub, whimpering with every slight move. Making it even harder for you to get the image of her winking lips out of your mind. But you soldier on. Making sure none of the shampoo gets in her eyes while cleaning her.

It takes some time to rinse out all the soap in her coat, mane and tail. And all through it Petal kept moving a little, causing herself some... Stimulation.

Once her coat was free of all the slippery and bubbly soap you look at her with an understanding smile. 

“Do you want to dry off yourself?” You ask, intending to give her some alone time if she needed it. With the image of her arousal still burned in to your mind, she certainly needed it.

“Y-Yeah... Thank you mister...” She whispered as she attempted to hide behind her mane, a gingerly smile on her lips as she looked up to you.

You nod and gently lift her our of the tall tub, placing her on the floor before grabbing a towel for her, kneeling down to place it around her neck.

“Take all the time you need, I'll be just around the corner if you need anything.” You tell her with a reassuring smile. Not one to judge the needs of a pony. Especially one in the midst of puberty.

You stand up to your full height again and you notice her eyes fixated on you, her mouth slightly agape. Though her eyes weren't fixated on your face, or upper body, but much lower down. Your body having taken the liberty to send blood in to your lower areas. Causing a noticeable outline.

Petal quickly catches on on the fact that you're aware where her eyes are pointed and she looks away with an almost glowing blush. It looked like she was about to say something, but the words never came. She had a disgruntled look on her muzzle, almost disappointed.

She wasn't the only one with a blush on her face as you had practically presented your own arousal to a little filly you decide a quick exit would be in order. You grab your coat and head out.

You leave the door slightly ajar for her, setting down your coat by the door as well as your boots before heading to the kitchen, putting some milk to heat for the hot chocolate you promised her. Before digging out some band aids for her lip.

You needed to clear your head, this wouldn't do. You step in to the living room, placing yourself in front of a window and peering out, trying to clear your head of the images and knowledge of the little filly in your bathroom. But that was easier said then done.

'Okay... Just focus... She's a filly in her teens... Orphaned, probably never having had anyone touched her in such a way. New experience, and new sensations. Totally understandable. But I really really shouldn't be growing hard from her... What's the matter with you John?' You mentally scold yourself for being so... readily turned on by her little smooth body, innocent and pleading eyes and tigh- 'Nope! Stop it!' 

You force that thought out of your head as quickly as you can, but not before your engorged area twitched a little with need.

“Fuck...” You mutter under your breath and focus your attention to the weather outside. Which to your dismay had already started to turn violent. Snow starting to pore down on to the ground in droves, in an almost horizontal fashion. “Well... Guess it arrived ahead of schedule...” 

You turn from the window, worried that Petal might not be able to get home in this weather. As you heard your house creek in protest to the winds, your worries were set to peace. She definitely wouldn’t get home in the next day or two.

You stood by the stove, stirring the chocolate in to the now hot milk, adding a bit of sugar. Your mind still running wild. From just down the hall you heard a few low moans and whimpers, quickly raising in pitch.

This was going to be difficult...
> Chapter two
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Your hard on didn't subside through Petal's moaning and whimpering as she drew closer to her limit. Ending in a small scream that echoed all the way to the kitchen. You sigh a little bit, your trousers growing tighter by the minute. And your mind dipping in to the more deprived sides of lust. But your morals held strong... For now.

A few minutes later a bright red glowing little filly trotted in to the kitchen, trembling a little with every step she took. Her eyes fixed on the ground for the most part, but she peeked up at you once she stepped up closer to you.

“I-I'm sorry if I was.... loud.” She whispers and fiddles with her front hooves a little bit.

You just smile some and take a mug out of the cupboards and fill it with the warm chocolate you had been preparing. Kneeling down to her and putting the mug in he hooves. 

“Don't worry about it Petal. You got to do what you got to do.” You smile softly at her and pat her on the head. “Now, let me see that lip.” 

Examining the little cut on her lip it was as you expected, nothing more then a minor scrape, the bleeding having stopped long ago. But still, a little band aid wouldn’t hurt. You pick the one you prepared earlier off the counter and gently set it in place. Smiling brightly at the little filly. 

“There we are, all better now.” You chuckle and pat her on the head softly. The winds from the outside howling and pushing the house a bit, causing it to groan. The little filly looking confused and a little bit frightened, stepping closer to you for comfort.

“Nothing to worry about little one. The storm has come early, so you'll probably have to spend the night here. But you're safe and sound. That's what matters.” You explain to her as you lay a gentle hand on her back. Instead of her freezing up like she's normally done, she actually leans in to the touch, looking up at you with eyes mixed in joy and a little bit of worry. “Now drink up and relax some. I'll get some dinner started.” 

She nods with a small smile and trots over to the living room, as she passes you notice a little bit of a wet spot where she was standing and glance back at her. She was completely dry you thought. But as her tail sways to the side you notice that her lips were still winking, and leaking quite a bit. Which really didn't help your situation.

You decide not to think of it to much and rather would like to get started on dinner. A salad, some baked potatoes, with greens, soup and some bread would do nicely. Some good variety of tastes.

Getting most thing prepared you just had to wait for the soup and the baked potatoes to finish their respective cooking processes and figured you'd relax in your chair a bit, as your ankle was starting to ache a little. It was the cold, always wreaked havoc on your bum leg. But never mind that.

You walked in to the living room where the little filly was sitting in your favorite chair, her tail wrapped around her for a little bit of warmth, with a book in her hooves, quietly reading. You have to stop for a little while and just watch her, a small endearing smile coming to your lips as the white little filly shivered a little bit.

“You cold?” You ask as you step in to the living room, startling the little filly, getting a little squeel out of her. 

“M-Mhm... But I'm used to it.” She says dismissively and you can't help but chuckle softly, walking over to the fireplace and stacking the wood.

“Well no need to go cold in this house. I want my little guest to be comfortable don't I?” You smile while setting the fire, the house steadily starting to warm up before walking over to your favorite chair, picking the little filly up and sitting down with her on your lap. “My chair by the way.” You smile and lean back a bit. 

Petal giggled a little bit and leaning back against your belly, her little rump pressed up against your engorged area. Causing a blush to come to the both of you.

“Fair enough, you're way more comfortable then the chair anyway.” She smiles and leans back more, her head resting against your chest. She was clearly growing more comfortable, and you didn't mind that, it felt nice to have some company. But the kinda awkward position of your member and how she pressed up against it was... less nice... or more nice. You hadn't decided yet.

You press out a kinda awkward chuckle and lean your head back on the chair. Trying to just relax and not think about the hips grinding up against your sensitive area, or the heat that is coming off the hips. You were surprised at how quickly she had allowed herself to be close to you while both of you were like this. You kinda wondered why that was. But you decide it better not to think about it. 

You close your eyes and let out a long and soft sigh, sliding down in your chair more, the little filly on your chest snuggling up to you. 

“Thank you for being nice to me. You're the kindest pony I've met my entire life.” She whispers. Your smile came on it's own as you gently place your hand on her belly and softly stroke it. 

“It's my pleasure. It's just how I am.” You mutter a bit as you felt utterly content, allowing your mind to grow heavy, finally having some rest from your over imaginative mind and it's lustful fantasies.

As you drift off to a light sleep, safe in the knowledge that the egg timer in the kitchen will notify you when the food was ready for it's next step. Soft Petal though wasn't about to rest so easily, as she felt your still rock hard member poke her between her rump more and more, brushing up against her heated little lips.

She bit her lip and looked up at your sleeping face, gently giving your bearded chin a little poke, testing to see how awake you really were. When there was no response from you she looked down at her own back legs, starting to move her hips a bit. 

A soft gasp leaving her lips as she feels the bulge rub against her. Careful to stifle her own moans and whimpers, she keeps on rubbing herself against you. The naughtiness and general depravity of pleasuring herself on someone else turning her on even more.

It didn't take long for her to reach her peek again, biting down on her hoof as she whimpers, and shivers from tail so muzzle, rubbing her hips hard against your own, as if trying to slide herself on top of the bulge, wanting something inside her more then anything. But like always her little passage clamped down on nothing as lighting bolts of pleasure shot through her.

She'd never ask for it though, for something to clamp down on in moments like these. To afraid to get rejected. You had been so nice and caring for her up till now, almost father like, it would kill her if she got to realizing you didn't want her.

But she wanted to repay you... To please you the best she could. After her shivering and spasaming from her second orgasm she carefully climbed to her hooves, moving her rump out of the way, resting it on the armrest as she lay down again, her hooves on your lap, right in front of your steadily pulsing and throbbing bulge.

She was unsure if this was a good idea, but arousal and the desire to give you something back for being so nice to you outweighed that thought by quite a margin. Petal leaned her little muzzle down to your crotch, soaked in her own juices and started pulling on your trousers. Unfamiliar with clothing garments like that she got a bit frustrated when it refused to buckle.

With a bit of time though she managed to figure it out, pulling down the zipper and using her little, soft hooves to dig out your sizable member. The ridgedness of it and the refusal of both underwear and pants to cooperate with her, made it a bit difficult. 

Though she managed to get it out, but not without your member springing froth and landing on her muzzle with a soft slap. She let out a slightly startled gasp before looking to it with fascination and no small amount of desire.

She had never pleasured anyone but herself, nevertheless a stallion. Or man in this case. But the other girls in the orphanages she's been to, as well as teachers in sex ed and a few books she liked to read on occasion had taught her the basics.

Excited, yet nervous to have her fist taste of a cock, she leaned in and placed her tongue on the base of the shaft, nuzzling against it slightly as she slid her tongue up the side of it.

The salty and musky taste, much to her own surprise was pleasant, if not good even. Filled with new confidence and a new burning desire she started to lick further, going all the way up to the head before going back down.

She went on like this for a few more licks, savoring the musky taste and smell that she was finding herself craving more and more before pulling back, admiring her, slick, slippery work she felt a need in her loins again. But she wasn't ready for that step just yet, fearing the size as well as what would happen if you woke up.

Her muzzle drew close again and she wrapped her lips around your head, taking your aching cock in to her warm velvet mouth, gently suckling on it as she took more and more of your throbbing member until it hit the back of her throat.

She gagged slightly before returning to her sucking and licking, grinding her tongue against the underside of your increasingly throbbing cock as her head slowly slides up and down your member. 

The pleasure the little, hungry filly was causing started to cause you to wake up slowly, groans and moans escaping your throat. Petal was to focused on the intoxicating taste of your member to really pay attention, or care that you were waking up. Her free hoof having pushed itself under her and to her own lips, pleasuring herself while she pleasure you.

A little bit of pre-cum started to grace her tongue, and with the strong, salty, musky taste she instantly knew the wanted more. Going harder and faster.

You were starting to wake up fully as the little filly was pushing more and more pleasure in to your system, causing pressure to build up in your lower regions. 

Opening your eyes and raised your head you were met with her innocent blue eyes peering up at you as she had finally noticed you waking up, her hoof still behind her as she was starting to moan freely on your cock.

The sight was more then enough to cause the pressure that had been building up to erupt. Filling her little mouth with your seed. 

Caught unprepared she pulled back and started coughing, strands of thick viscus cum landing on her muzzle and in her mane as you keep emptying your load. A few landing in her mouth again.

Her coughing died down pretty quickly, she takes a moment to process the new powerful taste invading her mouth. And she found herself leaning down for more. Licking on the tip and base of your throbbing, slick member, wanting to get as much of her new favorite substance.

You on the other hand were having massive amounts of trouble processing this. The little filly you met in a snow pile just a few hours ago had just given you a never shattering climax. And! Was cleaning up the mess willingly, hell she almost looked happy to do it.

“P-Petal...” You groan out, your voice breaking a little bit as her little velvet tongue ran up the backside of your spent member.

“Hm?” She looked up at you. By Celestia's and Odin's beards combined those eyes... So innocent, yet so utterly alluring. Until they start to fill with uncertainty and no small amount of fear upon studding your face. Shock more then apparent.

You took a moment to gather your thoughts, wondering how to approach this. You take a deep breath and place a hand on her cheek. Smiling softly. 

At first she flinched away, expecting you to be angry and rough, but as your touch was gentle, she closed her eyes and leaned her head in to your hand.

“Now...” You sigh out and look at her. “I'm not angry, or judging you, I'm mostly confused. I want you to answer me as well as you can. Why did you do that Petal?” You ask in a calm and collected tone. Well as calm and collected as you could. Given the circumstances, and the cute little cum covered face you had to ask the question to.

She lowered her head and her ears with it, letting on a small frown before looking up at you again. 

“B-Because you've been so kind to me, even though we've just met. You're the kindest pony I've ever met. You protected me from those fillies even though you didn't know me at all. You bathed me and took care of my scrapes. You also make me feel... Welcome, wanted. You're even feeding me and letting me stay at your house in a storm because you want me to be safe...” You were stunned to say the least that this quiet little filly had such a... large and pretty well put together base of reasons already. Though she was all to quick to lend herself to physical contact. You had a feeling that no one ever taught her that. And that when she feels comfortable with someone. Everything is on display. Or that she had an overactive estrogen glans... Maybe a mix of both?

“And well... when you washed me... Your... hoof things felt really really good... And I thought you deserved something in return... I can't offer much, but these kind of things.” She whispers, a sad tinge to her eyes as she looks down, feeling inadequate with what she can give in return for your kindness towards her. 

You weren't completely sure how to really tackle this. Hell you had to straighten out your own thoughts on this before you could give a definitive answer to the questions you're faced with. So for now... Well like when you first came here to Equestria, you just had to role with it.

“I understand, and I really appreciate hearing that. I want to be good to as many ponies as I can in my life. But please Petal, you don't have to do anything in return if you don't want to. There is no pressure on you here to do anything you don't feel comfortable with. Okay?” Ahh, the old acceptance and reassurance speech. Old favorite of yours, never has it let you down in a situation where a neutral and level headed standpoint is in order.

“I understand...” She nods before looking up at you with a small cheeky smile. “But I wanted to do it... And you taste really good.” She smirks and licks your semi flaccid penis.

You had the distinct feeling that a level headed and natural standing point would quickly become invalid.

As if sent by Celestia herself, meant as a small moment of mercy, the egg timer in the kitchen screeches out for attention. Startling Petal a little bit, and causing you a little bit of mental bliss as you had an excuse to pack your member away and stand back up. Much to Petals dismay. But she didn't argue, or more you didn't give her time to argue.



Dinner didn't take long to prepare and get set to the table, the array of parts to the meal splayed across the table so it was really just for Petal to pick and choose what she'd like.

“Dinner's ready!” You call out but she was already by your leg, looking up at you with a soft smile, you notice she hadn’t cleaned her face from your previous activities. “Well that won't do... Here, let's clean you up a bit” As alluring as it was, a clean filly is a happy filly.

Preparing a rag with some warm water you kneel down besides her and start to rub out your drying seed of her mane and coat, smiling a little bit and giving her a slight boop on her nose. Which just made her blush a little bit. 

“Come now, let's eat.” She nods with a smile and trots over to a chair, looking at it's height a bit annoyed. Puffing up her cheeks as she tried to climb up on her oversized wooden chair.

You can't help but chuckle a bit at her adorable antics as you lean down again and pick her up by her rump and helping her up. As her front hooves were already partially on the chair. 

“Thanks.” She whispers with a small smile. Looking at the feast with wide eyes. “So much...”

“Eat up, there's plenty for both.” you say as you take your place and she gingerly starts collecting her meal off the table.

Dinner went on with general light conversation. The filly coming in to her own more and more the more time you spend with her. Her confidence starting to really flower around you it seemed. 

Her curious nature starting to take place as she had many a question for you of what you really were. And in true honest fashion you told her what you could. Explaining that you're not from around here and diving in to a bit of your history.

Soon enough the meal was consumed and both were full and happy, You were surprised to see such a small creature having such a big appetite as she nearly rivaled your own helpings.

Petal had started looking rather droopy after her big meal, her eyes half lidded and her head dipping a bit. A few yawns escaping her. 

“Need a nap?” You ask her with a soft chuckle, your own head going heavy after your dinner.

“We still have to clear the table though.” She comments with a smile and a yawn, before taking her own plate and hopping down from her chair.

“Then let's get it over with swiftly and we can nap on the sofa for a bit.” 

Clearing the table went pretty quickly, Petal helping where she could. Dishes were set, left overs were put away and soon you both found yourself on the couch resting your heads. Yours on the armrest, hers on your belly as she insisted on sleeping on top of you, which made her feel safe in the storm. Which you really didn't mind.

Petal fell asleep quickly on top of you, her little mouth partially open and drooling on your chest within minutes. A genuine adoring smile came to your lips as you place a hand on her back, stroking her softly. 

“Maybe... Maybe going with this isn't to bad...” You wonder to yourself, realizing your affection for this little pony was quickly growing by the hour. Your apprehensions of what happened earlier melting away. 

In the end your eyes closed and you faded from the waking world, letting out a long sigh while holding and cherishing your little petal as the storm raged outside.

The evening came and you woke up with a slightly wet shirt, on both your chest and lower end. This little filly really had an overactive liabo, though in the end, you decided not to mind. And rather to help her if you could.

Feeling you stir a little bit Petal woke up as well, her eyes blinking softly as they fluttered open to look up at you, her hips rubbing against you as she started to stretch a bit, arching her back before slumping back down on you. 

“Well hello there.” You whisper and run a hand through her mane. Petal letting out a small whimper and a moan as she curls up more.

“I don't want to get up yet daddy...” She mutters still half asleep. Her words hitting you like a truck. Did she just? You push it out of your head. 

“No worries, just sleep. It's dark anyway. I think I'll go to bed upstairs. See you in the morning.” You whisper softly and lift her off you, setting her down on the sofa and wrapping her up in a nice blanket.

She whined a little bit but soon curled up under her blanket and swiftly fell back in to her slumber.

With Petal sleeping securely under her blanket you quietly make your way upstairs to your own room, undressing down to your favorite sleep wear, nothing, before climbing under your chilly blankets and swiftly returning to your dreams. Which, much to your pleasure, featured the little filly downstairs.

As the storm raged in the night, the little filly downstairs started to wake up, finding herself alone in the dark, the only light coming from the embers of the dying fire. 

“J-John?” She called out, starting to grow scared of the large house. Never having liked being alone like this.

With a creek of the walls she sprung to her hooves and ran upstairs, looking for your room and your comfort. It didn't take long before she found your door and pushed it open, she was about to ask if you were awake and if she could come in, when a howl of the winds and an other creek of the house got her to rush over to your bed and under your covers, sliding her back against your chest and waist.

Feeling her soft and warm coat press up against you in your sleep, you wrapped your hands around her and curled up somewhat, holding her tightly. 

Though this had the unfortunate side effect of pressing your erect member right between her haunches, rubbing your head against her moist little lips.

Feeling this Petal gasped and whined a little bit, starting to squirm with need. Rubbing her hips against you harder with every little squirm trying to align herself to get what she wanted.

“I need you so badly...” She whimpers under her breath, desperately wanting you to scratch her itch and simply take her.

Her struggles don't go unnoticed by you, as you slowly start to wake up. Until you could clearly feel the little filly rubbing herself against your engorged area, your dreams still clear in your mind, sleep hampering your resolve, you let out a slight moan. Were you even awake now? 

Petal felt your hands move around her body and down to her lower parts, making her gasp and squirm even more, your hands slid between her legs to her little lips, getting a needy whimper out of her. 

“Please, I need this...” She moaned out, bucking her hips against your hand as you came in to contact with her soft velvet lips.

The first thing you noted was that she she was absolutely drenched, to the point where she's practically dripping.

Your dignity and more conservative side were starting to scream at you to stop and pull away. But your lust addled mind was not about to give up control, besides... She wanted to, and in the privacy of your own home, who would know?

You wanted to simply grab her and have your way with her as she was now, to plunge your hard cock in to her and abuse her little cunt. But your desire not to hurt her, and to pleasure her in the process, outweighed your more savage desires.

You pulled her a bit upwards so you could get better access to her sensitive lips, rubbing your middle finger against her soft lips you explore her fleshy and highly sensitive area. Feeling her clit push forwards with every needy wink of her passage, feeling out where her entrance was and just how sensitive her body was to your careful touch.

You gauged this by just how much she pushed against your hand, how her whimpers and panting escalated, how her muscles tensed and relaxed. Everything so close together that you could feel every sensation and reaction to said sensation you were giving this little filly.

Though her initial response to you pulling her further away from your hard member was to whimper and beg, you leaned down to her cheek and placed a soft kiss on it. Making the little filly blush and quiet down a bit.

“Don't worry sweetie, I'll make sure you get what you want. But I want it to feel good for you to. So I need to prepare you a little bit.” You whisper softly to her, your kiss having left her somewhat stunned, a wide smile coming to her lips.

Your middle finger tease the outer edges of her lips, circling them softly before zeroing in on her little entrance. You gently push the first digit of your finger forwards to feel just how tight the little pussy was. And well, let's say that you're already stretching her walls a little with only the tip of your finger.

You slowly start to push your finger in further, feeling just how tightly her walls were pressing around your finger, twitching and pulling with each contraction her passage. The sensation of finally having something slide inside her sensitive, tight cunt, giving her a nice full feeling made her shiver and gasp loudly with each digit of your finger that buried itself inside her.

Feeling her shiver more and more, her breath growing hotter and her whimpers growing more frequent, the closer to the base of your middle finger you got you knew she was growing close already. 

The second your entire finger graced almost the entire length of her insides, barely an inch away from her cervix. Her walls clamped down shut around your fingers. Her muscles pulling and twitching as she whined and moaned out, her hips shaking and her juices leaking freely out and around your hand.

You smirk softly, realizing just how sensitive her virgin lips really were. And how easily she was brought to her edge and beyond.

“You okay there Petal?” You ask her, lifting her head up to meet her eyes as your finger rests inside her still, firmly locked in place still by her vice grip.

“M-Mhm... that... that felt so good... I feel so full... But I want more. Please, please, please give me more.” The little filly begged desperately, her fears and worried having disintegrated fully, boiling down to lust and desire. 

Who were you to refuse a sweet little filly her request, especially one delivered so needily.

Smiling a little bit you wiggle you finger the best you can inside her tight little hall, feeling her muscles contract again as she clamps down, much more weakly at this point though on your finger.

As her contractions relax you slowly start to pull your finger back, crooking it slightly upwards to provide an extra bit of stimulation, making the little filly squirm and shiver in pleasure. Her hips bucking as she tried to get you back inside her, the new void your finger was leaving created this deep need inside her to fill it back up.

Soon enough she felt the void being filled up again, much to her delight, and nerve crushing pleasure, having pushed your middle finger inside her a bit harder then you anticipated. But she didn't seem to complain really. So you continued. Slowly raising your speed and force, her moans and screams of pleasure growing louder as she reached climax after climax, begging for more straight after the other.

Feeling confident she's ready for the next step you add your ring finger as well in to the mix, spreading her tight lips even more, stretching her slowly.

“Ahhh! D-Daddy.” She whimpers and bites down on the sheets, before realizing what she just said and shrinking considerably under your surprised gaze. “I'm sorry if I creeped you out...” She whispers, her fears and worries coming back in full force.

You give your head a quick shake and smile down at her, pushing your two fingers as deep inside of her as they could go. Making her gasp and shiver.

“Call me anything you want Petal. I don't mind.” You whisper and softly kiss the top of her head, making her grin in joy.

“R-Really?! C-Can you be like a real dad? Maybe even... My real dad?” She asks you timidly, yet with hopeful. Did she actually ask you to adopt her?

Maybe... Maybe it was something you wanted. This incredibly alluring and adorable filly clearly needed affection. Something you were more then fond of giving. And you felt like she really was drawn to you in more ways then just sexual.

You let on a somewhat unsure smile, but a smile nonetheless and gently pat her on her head. 

“I think maybe I can do that for you... Maybe we can make this your home even... ” You whisper softly, to which the tiny little filly springs to her hooves, hops on to your chest and grins at you with tears growing in her eyes. Your fingers having slid out of her virgin pussy in the process.

“R-Really daddy?” She her voice breaks in to a little high pitched squeak. And you simply nod, to which the little filly dives forwards and locks her lips with yours. Wrapping her hooves around your neck.

This caught you by surprise, but it didn't take long before you wrapped your arms around her and pulled her in to a tight embrace. Returning the passionate kiss.

Pulling back she looked at you with half lidded eyes and smirked, her winking pussy dripping on to your stomach.

“Think I'm ready for you daddy?” She whisper gently and pushes herself backwards, her hot wet lips pressing against the tip of your aching hard member. Sending a shiver of pleasure and need through you.

“Only one way to find out.” You grin softly and stroke the side of her face, sliding your hands back, resting them on her rump as you gently prod her with your cock. Making her whimper in desperate need. “Sit back as slowly as you feel like you have to go sweetie, no need to rush.” You assure her.

It didn't take long before she nodded and softly started to lower her rear, spreading her drenched lips around your cock. You worried that she was still way to tight, but she refused to let up as her lips spread wider, your head sliding inside with an abrupt pop. Quickly followed by a loud scream of pleasure and pain from Petal. Her upper half buckling, resting on your lower chest as she adjusts to the size.

“Y-You're so huge... I feel so full already...” She whimpers out and looks back, stunned to see just the head of your member inside her. 

“Take your time darling, nice and easy.” you tell her, raising your hand to softly stroke her cheek. You were fighting a battle against your primal needs though, not to simply push her down and ravage her.

After a while of her adjusting to your grit she started to push down again, the pain of being stretched so far starting to fade, and spring up anew as she took more and more of you in to herself. Once she was well over half was down your member you felt your head push against her inner most wall. Only a few inches left of your member uncovered by her underage filly parts.

The second thing you felt after having filled her up to the very brim, your cock pressing up against the entrance of her womb, was her tight little box squeezing down again, making her almost painfully tight as she screams out, cumming harder then she has in her entire life on your cock.

Her legs buckle fully and she was laying belly down on your own stomach, panting heavily. Your length still firmly placed inside her as her convulsing and twitching pussy tried to milk you for the cum that wouldn't come just yet. But this alone had brought you close.

She looked up at you tiredly and smiled, shivering softly.

“That was so good...” She moaned and flexed her hips, grinding your cock against her insides. To witch you moaned and chuckled a little.

“I'm glad Petal. Though do you want me to take over? You seem a bit tired.” You grinned a little bit, softly starting to sit up more against the headboard of the bed. The movement making Petal squirm and moan softly, letting out her soon to be trademarked adorably shy and timid nod and smile.

Set up better you gently hold her still as your hips begin to move and rock a little bit, pressing up against her cervix more with each and every little buck your hips gave out. Her tight passage still twitching and throbbing around your rock hard cock.

Growing more confident she can take a more substantial fucking you start to lift her up with your hands, Sliding your cock a good length out of her tiny little cunt. Gently setting her down again as far as she could go. A very slight outline present on her lower belly 

Her moans and whimpers of pleasure starts growing louder and louder as you start to pick up speed, lifting her up and dropping her down on you harder. Allowing your hips to buck up in to her, forcing more of your cock in to her as you slowly start to loose control of the little inhibition you have left.

The pace grows heated and you can't resist but to lean down and kiss her lovingly and passionately as a familiar pressure was starting to build in the both of you. Petal's inner walls starting to squeeze around your throbbing and swelling cock.

“D-Daddy. I'm close, please, cum with me, please please, fill me up, I want to feel your warmth!” She screams out as she had started to take her own initiative, bouncing on your member harder and faster you the pressure in your neater regions starts to grow unbearable.

It didn't take long before you grabbed her by the flank with both hands, bucked your hips as far up in to her as you could, forcing your way inside her cervix, bottoming out fully in to the tiny filly. And duping each and every drop of cum you had in to her womb. Biting your lip hard enough to draw blood.

Petal let out the loudest scream she had in her entire life, the mixture of pleasure and pain coursing through her system as she was filled to the very brim with the warm, thick seed she had craved since she felt your cock enter her had her in a state of pure and utter bliss. Her walls squeezing and pulsing around your cock like her life depended on it, drawing out every little drop of cum her body could.

It didn't take long before her womb was overflowing, your seed as well as her own filly cum dripping out from the bond that tied you two together. The sheets definitely having seen better days as it was almost as soaked in juices and sweat as you and Petal were. 

Sliding down in the bed as you and Petal rode out your respective orgasms you wrapped your arms around the soft little filly, feeling every little twitch her body made against your own. Every little throb and pull her pussy made around your cock.

“By Odin's bread...” You mutter under your breath as you pant, looking down at the filly in your arms, who were looking right back at you, her coat glistening with sweat as she pants and whimpers. Every aftershock of the most potent climax of her life making her little pussy throb harder.

“That was amazing daddy... I love you so much.” She whispers out, barely holding herself together as physical exhaustion starts to take hold of her. So much so she didn't notice the flash of white flying through the room from her flank. She would be thrilled in the morning to see the new addition to her body. Her cutiemark, A small and seemingly young leaf adored her flanks. Small glistening droplets from morning dew dotting the leaf.

“I love you too Petal. More then anything...” You whisper in return, your eyes growing heavy for the same reasons. Though confessing such a powerful statement of love after such a short period of time... It felt entirely right. Righter then anything you've ever said in your entire life.

Soon exhaustion took you both in to a deep and peaceful sleep. The storm raging on outside like there was no tomorrow. And for all you cared, the world could have ended right then and there. 

> Chapter three. (End word)
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The storm passed, and so did the winter. Soft Petal visited you every day before and after school, spending as much time with you as she could. 

Which you really didn't mind, if anything, you loved every second you spent with the little filly. Growing to the point where you had started to follow her to school in the mornings, and home again afterward. 

Life was starting to seem like a dream, A naughty dream for the most part, your sexual adventures growing more bold by the week. 

Things finally seemed right.

Spring came along, and you figured it was time to take her in to your home permanently. The caretaker at the orphanage was surprised to say the least when you stepped in with Petal and wanted to adopt. 

Questions about the differences came in to their own, worries were addressed, read and papers signed. Medical records passed on, every little bit of detail was covered.

Days went by, and you had to have a representative come over and monitor you and Petal every so often. But as trust grew that you were right for her, and she was right for you. Everything was final. Life starting to fall in to a routine of play and work.

Mostly play as Petal's drive couldn't be satisfied for long by only one thing. Not one to judge, and always for exploration of one's own desires and body, you supported every fantasy and did what you could to make them come true.

But that is stories for an other day.