Author's Notes:

This chapter features M/f sex, Male Dom, BDSM, Interspecies - Yak and Pony, Public Sex, Exhibitionism, Consensual Rough Sex, Oral, Vaginal and lots of love and snuggles with a sexy MILF.

While her daughter and Stonecutter are spending the night at the earth pony's place, Corona decides it's time she had some fun of her own.

Trixie’s Place was an impressive building. At least, Corona thought so. Six storeys high and every one catered to almost every fetish and kink one could imagine. The façade of the club was always lit up in so much neon that Corona was sure it could be seen from space but tonight she noticed, as she walked up to the wide main entrance, it was, like every other building in Ponyville, decorated for Nightmare Night.

Corona giggled to herself as the simply massive stallion at the door – whom she heard tell one pony trying to get in that security was an art and couldn’t be rushed – let her in and she drank in the atmosphere on the ground floor. At least in here, with the Coloratura tribute act and on the stage and the pole dancers entertaining the tables scattered around the main dance floor, she was unlikely to be harassed by foals hunting for candy.

The forty-five-year-old unicorn adjusted her low cut tiny black dress to properly show off her chest and she strode over to an empty booth, her heeled horseshoes clacking as she walked and the high cut on her thighs purposefully showing off her long legs.

She was looking for some candy of her own.

Fortunately for her, the orange unicorn’s entrance into the night club had not gone unnoticed. A mountain of a yak in casual dress of blue jeans and a white shirt was stood by the bar and immediately the mare’s killer black dress caught his attention. He offered up a silent prayer of thanks to the Yakyakistan minister for sending him on assignment to Ponyville. One just didn’t get this talent back home. “Bartender,” he addressed the earth pony who had been serving him all night, “Do you know that mare?”

With a sigh, the earth pony looked over to where his customer was pointing and he nodded, because everypony knew everypony in Ponyville. It was just that kind of place. “That’s Corona. My coltfriend runs a stall in the Marketplace. She buys groceries from him all the time. She’s a good mare.”

The immense yak turned his horned head back to the barpony after drinking in the mare’s beauty for a good few minutes. “She looks like a good mare,” he rumbled in a voice so deep it could start earthquakes, “Do you know if she shares my kinks?”

“I know she’s not as delicate as she looks,” the stallion replied with a smile as he started to pour two drinks without being asked, “You have more chance with her than the other two I saw you strike out with earlier. See where she’s sat?”

He looked over at the unicorn and his hopes were lifted when he noticed she was sat in the section marked for submissives seeking dominants, and the earring she wore said she was looking for a male. He was about to ask the barpony what her drink was when he saw he had already poured a double whiskey and a pint of beer. The whiskey was not for him.

Sat alone at her table, Corona glanced around at the other creatures enjoying Trixie’s Place that night. Almost all of them looked at least ten to twenty years younger than her and she couldn’t help but think she should have just stayed at home. After a few minutes though, Corona saw out of the corner of her green eyes the large yak walking over in her general direction holding two drinks in his spade like hands. ‘Please Cadance let him be coming to me!’

While Corona had never been with a yak before, she did have a thing for very tall, very well built – and hopefully well endowed – stallions and he fit two of her three requirements right off the bat. She was distracted from the dancing ponies on the stages when he stopped by her table. She had to crane her neck backwards as she looked up at the huge mountain of a yak. “My...aren't you huge?”

“Very perceptive, and I still have my clothes on,” he gave her his best deep rumbling voice as he set the double whiskey down in front of her and sat opposite her with his pint in his hand. “Yak best at drink delivery.”

“So I see,” Corona smiles and gave him her very best salacious wink, “How clever of you to know that I like Dalwhinny whiskey.” Her smiler grew wider when she saw him make himself comfortable in the seat opposite hers. ‘Seems my prayer to Cadance worked!’ she thought to herself with glee, ‘I wonder what mountain he was carved from?’ Out loud though, she said, “Why don't you join me?”

“You look so well built, I doubt you're falling apart,” he gave her an appreciative look over now he was up close, his gaze lingering long and hard on her generous breasts that were barely contained by the little black dress she wore and he tapped his glass to hers, “But I'll be happy to catch you if you do.”

“And I'd be happy to be caught by you,” Corona said with that ever so sweet smile and as she took a sip of her drink she added, in her mind ‘amongst other things you can do to me…’ She didn’t say that out loud though. Instead, she offered him her hand. “I'm Corona. And you are?”

He took her delicate hand in his, dwarfing it in the process and he kissed the back of her hand. “I'm Tundra,” he rumbled and released her hand. “This is my first time to the Ponyville Trixie's Place. I was chatting with the bartender on prospects, and he seemed to know everypony. Even you.”

Giggling, Corona wondered if he was as big between his legs as he was everywhere else, and she nodded over to the bartender. “Highball knows everypony. Then again, everypony knows everypony in Ponyville. “I’m guessing, if you’ve been checking out prospects, you’ve struck out. Not what you're looking for?”

“More like 'you're huge' wasn't a compliment,” Tundra replied, taking a long drink of his ale, “They were not looking for a yak.”

Corona gave him her very best smouldering bedroom eyes and she ran one of her long legs slowly up and down Tundra's shin. She was quite pleased he had been rejected. It meant she had a chance. “I'm not complaining. The bigger the better. What are you, seven foot?”

“You're quite perceptive,” Tundra felt his crotch respond to the feel of the unicorn’s leg on his, “I’m just an inch over that. You're a D cup and one hundred forty two pounds.”

Delicately sipping her whiskey, Corona smiled, “Now who's the perceptive one? Yes I am, to both,” she continued to rub her hoof higher up his leg, venturing as far as his thigh, and she took a larger gulp for courage, for she knew he had been checking her rack out. “Want a better look?”

Tundra downed his pint in one gulp and, standing up, he held out his hand. Although the tiny black dress was leaving nothing to his imagination, he did indeed want a better look, and who was he to refuse such a generous offer? “I wonder if the second-floor lounge has as good a bartender as Highball?”

“Well, lets' find out, shall we?” Corona necked the rest of her whiskey and as she stood and placed her hand in his, the Coloratura tribute started up another song, but the orange unicorn only had eyes and ears for Tundra. She wasn’t small, at six foot, but he was a clear twelve inches taller than her and it excited her no end.

As they walked up the stairs to the second floor – where the kinky stuff that Trixie’s Place was famous for began – Tundra was content to just hold his partner’s hand as they moved out on to the lounge. Like the lower floor, there was a dance floor and a stage, as well as dancing poles scattered around the tables, but here the dancers were naked and the routines more erotic in nature. “I’ve never been up onto the second floor before,” she coughed and quickly corrected herself, “In Ponyville I mean.”

“At least Trixie is consistent,” Tundra eyed the dancers and the other patrons who were sat wearing an enticing mix of leather, chains and latex and, in the case of some submissives, nothing at all. “Yakyakistan, Manehatten, and Canterlot. I can't see this one as any different than the others.”

Corona walked over to an empty booth, pointedly not looking across to her left where a pegasi dominant was using her earth pony submissive as a seat, or to her right, where a unicorn sub in moulded Dalmatian attire drank from a water bowl under his Master’s table. And this was only the second floor. Higher up, it got worse. Or better, depending what one was into. “I imagine the same goes for the other cities as well.”

“Make yourself 'very' comfortable while I get you a fresh drink,” Tundra said in his deep rumbling voice, pointing to the semi-circular seat that ran around the table. It wasn’t a request.

“Yes sir,” Corona recognised that dominant authoritative tone in the titanic yak’s voice. It was a tone she hadn’t heard since her divorce from her husband over a year ago. As soon as he had turned his back and gone to the bar, she lit her horn and magically unzipped her dress partway down her back, enough that she could pull it down and expose her generous bosom.

In no time at all, Tundra returned to the table with the two drinks, again a double whiskey and a dark ale. “Less talkative, but she can still can pour whiskey.” This time when he sat down, yak sat next to her rather than opposite and he set their drinks on the table. “Trust, but need to verify.” With one strong arm wrapped around Corona’s waist, he cupped each of her breasts in his hand. “D for delightful.”

Skilfully, Corona turned her ‘eek’ into a ‘hmmm’. The way he handled her, so self-assured and dominatingly confident, was such an alluring turn on for her. “I trust you're not disappointed, Tundra?”

Tundra gave his partner a warm, generous smile. “Disappointed is the last thing I'd be when you let me sit down, Corona. Now, time to get a feeling,” he removed his arm from around her and he openly groped her big round breasts with both hands, uncaring of whom might be watching, “For you.”

“Oooooh...” Corona moaned as her nipples hardened into dark orange nubs that stuck out from her chest, “It's been way too long since anypony had a feeling for me.” And she really liked the way he was getting a feel of her.

“Share your drink with me. My hands are busy.

“Yes sir,” Corona was quick to obey and, while Tundra was busy caressing her breasts in his hands, she lifted up her glass in her glowing green magical aura and she took a big sip. Then, with the liquid pleasantly burning her mouth, she kissed the tall yak on the lips, transferring the drink with her tongue. Without breaking the kiss, Tundra swallowed the drink and then he extended the kiss, becoming more forceful. “MMmmmmmm!” Corona submitted to the kiss then she pushed back with her tongue. Tundra easily dominated the unicorn’s mouth, curious to see if she could open her throat to his tongue. After making a little show of 'fighting' him, Corona duly opened up her throat, while at the same time blindly groping for the crotch of his jeans.

Demonstrating just how strong and dominant he was, Tundra pressed on with his tongue until it successfully pushed past her uvula, and only when he had fully claimed her throat did he withdraw to break the kiss. He looked down at her hands fumbling with his belt and smiled at her. “Your turn to verify?”

Corona, in a little breathless daze from the hard-forceful kiss, blushed red like she had been caught with her hand in the cookie jar. “Oh wow...” she breathed, the sexiness from the couples all around them was just white noise as she finally managed to unfasten his belt and opened up his jeans. “I should see if you're as big here as the rest of you,” she said, though she could already see and feel a very noticeable bulge.

Smirking, Tundra continued to fondle Corona's breasts in his huge shovel like hands. “I can say it is bigger than my tongue.”

Concentrating, Corona used her magic to tug Tundra’s jeans and his briefs down around his thighs and at last she got the chance to hold his member in her hand. Even semi hard she had to use both her hands. “Sweet Cadance...” she started to stroke it up and down and she felt it harden up in her grasp. Just then, gripping her breasts, Tundra pulled Corona down by her breasts so she could get a closer look at what he was packing. Corona took a good long sniff of his rod, the musky sweaty scent hitting the back of her nose and, as she bravely licked from the base of it all the way up to the tip, she felt herself get wet with her own arousal.

Sighing happily, Tundra moved his drinking hand to take hold of the mug of ale. He kept the other hand loosely on Corona's breast, but he did allow Corona to have her way with him. He was curious to see what she could do, if she could pleasure something of his size.

On her knees, Corona smirked, lighting her horn so she could massage his heavy swollen balls and she took the top few inches in her mouth, slathering her tongue all over his flat head. As she felt his cock throb and twitch, Corona let her lips close oh so slowly around the clock presented to her. Relishing it. Revelling in its presence. Its scent. The taste of it and the one who owned it. She gurgled giddily as she tasted that bead of glistening pre, salty and rich. Even the feel of it, the firmness in her muzzle, the way it twitched against her tongue, its warmth was all so addictively delicious.

It had been way too long since she had pleasured a stallion, particularly one this huge. If she had to guess, Tundra was at least fourteen inches now he was fully erect. Heaven. Utter heaven.

While Corona worked her magic, literally and figuratively, on his cock and balls, Tundra kept an eye out for security in case they might want them to move. Still, she was hidden by the table and he had stamina. While he casually took a drink of his pint, she hungrily and greedily bobbed her head back and forth, working the five inches of his length in her mouth with her lips and her tongue. After some time of her blowing him, Corona decided to up her game by taking him past her uvula and into her throat in much the same way as she did his tongue.

Tundra’s hand fondled the large breast as he let the pleasure of her efforts carry him away. 'I bet she can’t swallow it all…’ he thought to himself and, almost on cue, Corona both amazed and impressed him by doing just that! The orange unicorn pushed on past her well trained gag reflex and she took his whole fourteen inches into her throat until her nose touched his belly. Her hot breath came through her nose as she swallowed and contracted her throat muscles around his shaft in time with each deep throat she gave him.

She was a cocksucker at heart and she was damn good at it.

Panting softly, Tundra felt his balls tighten up as they were skilfully massaged in Corona’s magic. He was about to explode from the masterful blowjob he was being treated to. Under the table, Corona felt the cock in her maw announcing its own imminent release. Never mind that she could hear the yak’s ragged gasps and muffled, desperately happy cursing. She didn't need to hear them announce it to know what it meant when she felt the cock in her maw strained and pulsed more rapidly, and tasted more and more rich, salty pre-cum flooding her tongue with increasing volume and regularity. ‘This mare is a fresh breeze in the warm climes of Equestria!’ he thought to himself as he gave her breasts a squeeze.

Feeling the signs, and Tundra’s hands, Corona kept on sucking until she heard a loud haggard moan and then, a second later, she felt him, that unmistakable feeling of a cock in her muzzle, throbbing, twitching, letting loose all of the hot cum its body had to offer. The taste. Oh by Cadance, the taste! The heat. The rich, sticky thickness of that white essence being gifted to her without reservation. It was the ultimate delight and she made sure to swallow it all.

Corona took pride in swallowing it all, in milking the monster cock in her maw and throat for all it could give her.

Tundra had his eyes closed when he came. They were still closed moments later and as such he did not see the earth pony waitress approach him until she tapped him on the shoulder. “Sir,” she said politely, “I appreciate this is the second floor, but you should really be in a private room to do that,” she waved her hand to the table and to Corona under it, still sucking on his shaft.

When Corona finally pulled off of his member, slowly so that her lips and his head were connected by a thick line of drool and semen, Tundra gestured to it. “I understand, miss, I can be intimidating to ponies.”

Daisy Lace, the waitress, stared open mouthed in awed wonder at the third leg presented to her. “Wow...holy sh…”

“I know, right?” Corona grinned unashamedly up at the earth pony mare from under the table and, as she came out and stood up, she addressed her partner. “Would you like to get a private room, Tundra? We don't want to embarrass the stallions.”

“Good idea, Corona.” Tundra stood up to his full seven foot eight, easily towering over the waitress. He didn't bother to put his semi erect cock away or to zip up, instead he used a hand to hold Corona's hand and the other to hold up his jeans. “Could you please direct us to a room, Daisy Lace?”

“Yes of course, sir, ma’am,” Daisy nodded to each of them in turn, though she would have happily offered up her pay check for the week to swap places with the unicorn. “Do you have a preference?”

Corona did have a preference. “Aah...you do have fire proof rooms, yes?” the Trixie’s Place in Canterlot had element proof rooms, but it was a good idea to ask first.

“Yes ma'am,” Daisy Lace replied with a practised smile, “The element proof private rooms are up on the fourth floor, just make sure you check in with Firebrand at the front desk, okay?”

Tundra shrugged his immense shoulders. “Lady's choice,” he stated simply. In truth he was intensely curious as to why she would want or need a fire proof room. He was secretly hoping it was because she would fight him. He was a yak. He liked it rough, the rougher the better and if she put up a good fight, he could properly smash her.

“Fourth floor it is,” Corona blushed bright red when Daisy Lace turned and left them both alone, “I tend to get...fiery, when I'm really horny.” And by Cadance’s bouncing bosom, was she horny right then!

Tundra said nothing to that as they made their way all the way up to the fourth floor. He was silently contemplating how far he could go with this pony. He watched like a statue when she spoke with Firebrand at the fourth-floor front desk and booked them a room. Yes, Highball had said she wasn’t as delicate as she appeared, but could she really take him? All of him? “I'll have to see if I can ignite a conflagration within you,” he stated finally when they were inside the room. Without warning, he shoved her hard onto the bed that took up half of the room’s space, “I like to smash things, and I don't mind being smashed. Are you a weak little pony?” he asked with a sneer as he advanced on her, clear intent etched on his face.

Corona rolled backwards when she hit the bed, using the momentum from Tundra’s firm shove to come to rest on her knees, as she shot him a wicked grin. Lighting her horn with an intense green glow, she prepared to show him why she was a fully qualified battle mage. Casting her spell, two bright yellow fireballs appeared in her hands and she threw them with unerring aim at the oncoming yak. “I’m not weak.” Two more fireballs materialised in her hands and they were sent towards their target, “Are you a strong yak?”

The first two fireballs impacted on Tundra’s huge muscular chest. He was impressed with the unicorn’s power, for while they weren’t hot enough to burn him, he felt them nonetheless, especially when they forced him back two steps. The second volley, he backhanded them away from him, feeling the sting of the flames on his hands. “Think you're too hot to handle, pony?”

“I know I am,” Corona stood and kept her horn lit. This time she altered the spell and she created a ring of intense fire around Tundra that reached all the way up to his knees. For a split second he was frozen in place by the ring of fire that surrounded him. He was again impressed by the skill and mastery on display. He was in no doubt if she really wanted to, she could do him serious damage. Smirking, he released his jeans so they dropped to the floor. A mighty leap later and he was over the ring and onto the bed. He swiped Corona’s legs from under her and quickly he grabbed her by a fetlock and raised her up so she had an erection in her face.

Of all the things Tundra could have done, Corona was not expecting him to just leap over the flames she had created. Caught completely by surprise, the flames vanish with a loud, ‘Oooof!’ as she was hoisted upside down into the air by his shovel like hand gripping her leg. Quickly, the yak followed up his attack by grabbing her other fetlock and he split her legs like he was about to make a wish. With both legs seized and held firmly, he lifted her up higher and went in muzzle first into her sopping wet crotch.

“FuuUUUUUCK!” Corona moaned as her black dress fell down around her body. The sheer physical strength on display was quite intoxicating, as was the musky scent of his cock that was shoved firmly in her face. As he roughly licked at her slit, she reached around and grabbed his ass, steadying herself so she could lick his shaft.

Holding his prey tight, Tundra pulled her legs wider apart until she was in a dancer's split. Upside down, Corona was thankful for the fact that she was as flexible as she was. Snickering, she dragged her wet tongue up the whole length of his cock from his balls to his tip as her magic once again massaged his balls.

Encouraged by his partner’s actions, Tundra used his teeth as he licked and nipped from front to back covering both holes. He made sure to bite his way all over her labia, the mewling moans and dripping wet pussy telling him she could take a little pain. “Oooooh yeeeessss…” she breathed around his member as she felt his teeth bite at her folds. It hurt, but it was a good hurt. When his tongue circled her butthole and probed it, she let out a pleasured ‘eeek’ and deep throated his dick to let him know that was a good move.

As much as he enjoyed her oral skills – and he enjoyed them a lot – Tundra wanted something else from his mare this time. Effortlessly he lifted her higher and off of him. Higher and higher she went up his body, spit and drool from the interrupted blowjob leaking from her maw. When she was high enough that her head cleared the bed, he tossed her like a ragdoll and she landed like one on her back. Before she could recover, he was on her. He easily bent her long legs back and over her head so that she was fully exposed with her knees by her ears.

Standing on his hooves above her, Tundra took a moment to savour the view he was treated to. He had a choice of holes to fuck and both were equally inviting for his rock-hard tool. He was rewarded for his moment of frozen indecision by a magical slap from his ‘victim’ that landed hard enough across his face to leave a dull mark in its wake.

Literally slapped back to the here and now, Tundra wasted no further time. He lined up his head with Corona’s entrance and in one hard, stiff motion, he entered her all the way to the hilt. He could tell she was no maiden, but by Rutherford’s horns was she tight! Now he was inside her, he let go of the unicorn’s left leg so he could deliver a solid slap with his right hand on her firm upturned ass.

“AAaaAAAAAH YEEES!” Corona, who was by no means a virgin, still screamed out at the top of her lungs at the sudden, impactful insertion of Tundra’s full fourteen inches. She felt it inside her, spreading her, every vein, ridge and bump stretching her tunnel like never before. “AAaaAAAAH! HHNNNNGGGG!” she grunted and tried to give him another slap across the face to show she was no pushover, but, unable to concentrate on anything other than the heady mixture pain and pleasure in her marehood, her magic faltered. So, now her left leg was freed, she used that to aim a kick at his jaw.

Tundra though saw the hoof coming and he adjusted himself so that Corona’s kick impacted harmlessly off of his right-side horn. When it connected he pulled out halfway and in retribution for the attack he buried himself deep inside her once more, then he followed that up with another solid spank to her ass.

“GAAaaaAAAAH! OoooOOOOW ooooOOOOW!” Corona didn’t know what to scream at first, the massive cock piledriving her into the bed like a jackhammer or the shovel like hand that was tenderising her rear. Both were equally painful and pleasurable at the same time. Now he was building up a powerful rhythm, all thought of fighting him off fled from her mind. Her body knew what it wanted and she wanted it too. “Fuck meeee!”

“That I can do,” Tundra replied, grunting out snorts of breath through his nose punctuating every word. Highball was right. She was not as delicate as she seemed. His right hand grabbed her leg so that he could use his left to deliver a loud stinging blow to Corona's other ass cheek. It was important they matched, after all.

“Ow oooow!” Corona yelped in pain from the force of the slap she had been given. It been too long, way too long, since she’d had this kind of fun. It was utter bliss, being rutted by Tundra and his huge rod. “H-Harder! Pl-Please, harder!”

Tundra was a considerate yak. When he heard her beg like that for him to fuck her even harder than what he was currently doing, there was only one thing he could do. He let go of her legs so he could hold her tightly at the waist and he pulled her off as he pulled back and rammed her back on his cock with the down stroke.

Over the next few minutes and dozens of impalements like that, Corona’s screams of pleasure quickly dissolved into lots of mewls and whimpers and they in turn became one long lewd moan until she reached her first climax. Tundra though continued to ram her hard, each deep powerful thrust grazing her cervix. When he finally came, he sat on her upturned ass as he watched his shaft pump her full of his seed.

Corona achieved her fourth climax while he was still ejaculating deep inside her. In her imagination he was filling her womb with his torrent of semen. It wasn’t much of a stretch, because she watched her belly swell slightly with the sheer amount of the jizz dumped inside her. “Oh...oh w-wow...” she panted; her eyes crossed.

“You are a good pony to ride,” Tundra said when he finally pulled out of Corona. He took a moment to admire her gaping marehood and appreciate the fact that he had made it that way. When he saw his seed seeping out of her hole, he laughed and used her tail to mop up the excess.

“Free rides here!” Corona giggled sillily and after three attempts she managed to sit up, though she groaned at the sudden soreness between her legs. She wouldn’t have traded it for anything, though. She hugged his waist and breathed in his sweaty musky scent. “Yaks really are best!”

“Yaks beast at many things,” Tundra stated in his deep rumbling voice as he took his softening member and wiped it off on her mane, further marking her with his seed and making sure that she would carry his musky scent with her so that everycreature they passed would know who she belonged to, “But ponies like you do bring out our best.” He then lifted her up by the waist to show her that yaks were also best at kissing.

During the intense passionate kissing, Corona’s belly rumbled loudly. “Are yaks best at finding dinner, too?”

Smirking, Tundra placed his hand on Corona’s slightly cum-swollen belly, “The appetizer has worn off already?” his smirk became a laugh when she playfully stuck out her tongue and him and slapped his chest just as playfully. “Not all Trixie’s are best at food. Not eaten in this one, and I have only eaten at home or the hayburger here in Ponyville. Home cooking?”

“Home cooking works for me,” Corona, on her knees on the bed, leant in close and she kissed his lips long and hard. “You want to come back to my place? My daughter's out with her marefriend, we'll have the place to ourselves.”

“Daughter?” Tundra returned the kiss with one of his own and he caught the smell of his seed that currently stained her mane. “You wait till second date to show me off?” he asked with a laugh, “Your place is fine as long as you let me help you cook.”

“That’s a deal,” after another kiss, Corona staggered gently on her hooves as her little black dress fell back down around her body. By the fact she could only just walk, she knew she’d had a good time.

Purely to ‘help’ her, Tundra ran his hands along the sides of the unicorn’s dress so that it was pulled down and her D cup breasts were exposed. “I like this look. It suits you.”

Corona looked down at her exposed breasts and, when she caught the scent of him on her matted mane and tail, she giggled to cover her submissive arousal, “I like this look too, Master.” she blushed very, very hard at that, for it had been some time since she had last called anypony by that title.

‘Master?’ Tundra pondered that as he picked up his pants but he didn't put them on. He had never been called ‘Master’ before. He knew what it meant, he just hoped he could give her what she needed. “My car? Can I even fit in yours?”

“Yours,” Corona’s blush deepened into an embarrassed shade of crimson, “I walked.” Her car had been one of the first things she had to sell for bits when she and Sparkler had to move from Canterlot to Ponyville.

Tundra smiled down at her. “Now to see which of us is more distracting,” with his jeans held in his left hand, he took Corona’s left hand in his right and he led her out of the private room. Normally, Corona would not have walked out in front of other creatures with her breasts exposed like that. However, with him by her side, she felt like she could do anything. She walked out carrying her heeled horseshoes in her right hand, feeling rather proud of the looks and whistles they both got from the varying creatures enjoying Trixie’s Place.

They walked together hand in hand like that all the way from the fourth floor through the first and down to the basement parking garage. When they reached his pickup truck, Tundra held the passenger door open for his mare. “Tie?”

Corona assessed the applause, whistles and appreciative calls they had both received on the way down and nodded, “I'd say it was a tie,” she then got in the truck and she didn't bother to adjust her dress when she fastened the seatbelt around her.

Walking around to the other side, Tundra placed his jeans on the driver’s seat and then he sat on them, wearing just his shirt. He drove out and then he stopped at the garage exit. “Yaks not best on guessing directions.”

“You want to go straight on Mane Street, then go around the marketplace back onto Mane Street, then take a left, then a right.” Corona smiled and sighed happily as the powerful truck started up. “So, what brings you to Ponyville?” it seemed strange to ask ‘getting to know you’ questions now, after what they had both done back at Trixie’s, “I'd have asked earlier, but I had my mouth full.”

Considerately, Tundra wound down both door windows so that no glare would block any view from the outside into the car before he answered her. “Diplomacy! Yak best at making friends. The crazy pink pony said so,” he chuckled, “I'm the Yakyakistan Education Liaison, I’m here to see if the School of Friendship is meeting the needs of the yak students.”

“Well, I can't speak for the yak students, but it's done wonders for my daughter since we moved here from Canterlot,” Corona commented as she watched the houses that were all decorated for Nightmare Night go past the windows. Mentioning her daughter made her wonder if she’d had a good time with her marefriend.

“I only spent two days in Canterlot,” Tundra said in reference to the unicorn’s obvious accent, “I spoke with Ambassador Icehoof for briefing on my assignment. Princess Twilight is easy to work with, when she can find time to work with you.”

Corona nodded absent mindedly at that. As it happened, Princess Twilight had been at the train station with Pinkie Pie when she and her daughter had first arrived, so they were the first to greet them. That the station had been decked out with ‘Welcome to Ponyville’ banners still mystified her. “Sometimes I miss it, Canterlot I mean, but we've been here almost a year now. Starting to feel like home.”

“It is warm here,” Tundra said as he steered around the marketplace, the usual stalls moved aside for all the Nightmare Night festival attractions that were now closed down and shut up for the night, “But I’m sure I will get used to it. My assignment is for two years.”

“Really?” Corona asked, her ears perking up at that and she rested her hand high up on his thigh, her intention as clear as Tundra’s had been when he threw her on the bed, “Then let's hope I can make it an interesting two years…”

“I will ask a very personal question.”

“Go on, you will get a very honest answer.”

“Where is your daughter's father?”

That was not the personal question she had been expecting, if she was honest. She breathed a sigh of relief, because the answer was extremely easy. “I honestly don't know, Tundra. I was under the impression we were happily married. He messed around with another – younger - mare, so I asked for a divorce. One day, he just…didn't come home. He left me a note saying he wanted to be with a younger mare, that he'd cleaned out the bank account and he had gone. Just like that.”

As he drove along the dark empty roads through Ponyville, Tundra picked up on the bitter resentful tone in his mare’s voice and so he lowered his hand from the gear stick and squeezed her thigh. “Then,” he said in his kindest voice, “I will not worry about a surprise visit. If he does show up, then the surprise will be on him. He will find that Yak best at smashing things.”

“I dearly wish you could smash him,” Corona was very glad to have Tundra’s hand on her thigh, but that didn’t stop the bitterness or the vengeful thoughts in her head. “He left us with nothing. Absolutely nothing. Tartarus, I had to use a housing charity to get a home for us here!”

Tundra squeezed Corona’s thigh until it hurt and she squealed, then he said, simply, “Life makes one stronger or ends you. You have not ended.”

“I had to be strong for Sparkler,” Corona smiled ruefully as she rubbed the handprint left behind on her thigh, “She is…she has a mental condition…how can I put this? She doesn't do change very well. Sparkler is…everything has to be just so; she has her routine. She took the move very hard.”

“If she has a marefriend, then she hasn't ended either,” Tundra commented as he pulled up and stopped after the left and then the right turn that bought him onto Canter Crescent, which was filled with the same style white walled, black beamed and thatched roof houses as the rest of the small town. “Which house is yours?”

“Twenty-three, the one at the end of the street,” Corona pointed it out, then her green eyes went wide as saucers, “You'll have to excuse the mess, I might have left some of my work clothes lying around.”

“I'm going to your place to eat, not to have a tour.”

Corona laughed at the deadpan smile she was shot and shrugged her shoulders. “Canterlot habits die hard, I'm afraid,” as she said that, she looked at his shirt that covered his massive chest, at the two burn marks she had made with her fireball attack and a teeny bit of guilt crept in. “I didn't burn you in Trixie's, did I?”

“It is always hot this far south,” Tundra set her mind at ease with a shake of his head, “So you just proved it is always hot this far south.”

“I am hot. I'm also a trained and licensed battle mage. Who's hot.”