Sunny Gardens: He's Nothing If Not Thorough

>The day has come at last.
>You gave Lightning a cheese stick and told him and Berry that yes, it was baby time.
>The green light seems to have had an effect on Lightning.
>”Bewwy weady make babehs?” he purrs.
>Berry has been plopped down in the center of the pen with her ass in the air for ten minutes.
>”Bewwy say weady!  Say weady a wot!”
>Lightning continues to slink in circles around his mate, nuzzling her happily.
>You just sit and watch, eating your panini.
>”Make Bewwy feew goo' feew.”
>”Wightnin' make huggies now!”
>Berry is getting annoyed, which makes you smile a little.
“I think she's ready, Lightning.”
>He looks up at you and turns up his nose.
>”Wucy no makin' huggies.  Wightnin' know wha' doin'.”
>You almost drop your panini.
“Don't you talk back to me!”
>He gulps loudly.  “Sowwy, no mean be bad, sowwy...”
>Okay, that was a stronger tone than you meant to use...perhaps a bit of your mother coming out.
>Or Sarah.
>You take a moment to compose yourself.
“I'm sorry.  It's okay, go ahead.”
>He mounts up.  Slightly embarrassed, you turn away and busy yourself with your laptop.
>That's when you hear it.
>”Eenf!”
>Now, you've heard the eenf before.
>When you worked at that shelter in college, some of the strays would do it, and end up making foals nobody would adopt.
>Those noises, however, were like squeaky toys, short and high-pitched.
>”Eenf!  Eenf!”
>This sounds like a fluffy pony Barry White making sweet love.
>You try to ignore it.
>In fact, you take off your cap and look for your headphones to drown out the noise.
>You left them at home.
>For the next half hour, you are subjected to an assault of low, determined, sexy eenf.
>Regular fluffies are done in three minutes, tops.
>Lightning is still going strong.
>You can't help but turn and look at them now.
>The scene nearly makes you do a spit take with the Coke in your mouth.
>Berry looks utterly bored.
>She's batting the red ball between her front hooves.
>”Fwiend haf goo' feew?” Lightning asks.
>”No haf, mo' huggies,” she replies.
>When she sees you looking at her, her face becomes a bit scared.
>You smile at her to reassure her that it's okay.
>Lightning takes this as an approval of his performance, so he hams it up even more.
>”Makin goo' huggies!  Bewwy haf da goo' feews!” he coos...interspersed with eenfs.
>Ten minutes later, he's still at it.
>”Bewwy nee' make poopies...”
>”Wai'!  Wightnin' haf goo' feew soon!”
>Sarah is going to flip her shit if Walter sold her a dud male.
>Berry forces him to dismount so she can use the bathroom.
>He spends those seconds in a tizzy, running in a circle and looking tremendously impatient.
>Thankfully, you don't get an eyeful of alicorn dong.
>She finishes and comes back, plopping down with her tail up.
>Lightning mounts her in a flash, and the eenfs flow again.
>It's been almost an hour since he started.
>A regular fluffy would have died by now.
>You go back to your laptop, but soon you hear a noise that you have never heard before.
>A long, low 'eeeeee', which quickly becomes a higher pitched tone, then explodes into a warbling 'nnnnnnnnnnnnf!'
>Lightning falls off of Berry, panting with a smile on his face.
>Before you can even get up to check on him, he's out like a light, breathing rhythmically.
>Berry gets to her hooves and walks away.
>”No wike dis.  A'ways ge' yikky stickies.”
>You look at her rear end; it is drenched in white.
“Ew...”
>Well, you've got to clean her, so you pick her up and take her to the sinks.
>Erk.  She's almost too big to fit in them.
>”Wucy take sticky 'way?”
“I'll do my best...”
>You've washed some nasty fluffy ponies in your time.
>Covered with shit and piss, dirt and blood, all manner of mysterious bodily fluids.
>Never, however, one just drenched in jizz.
>Hell, you don't even know if she got any in her.
>Thinking about how you'd have to determine that makes you gag a little.
>Gotta change the subject.
“If you don't like hugs like this, why don't you tell Lightning?”
>”Wightnin' feew wike big poni when make dese huggies.  No wan' make Wightnin' feew bad.”
>Aw, how sweet.  She tolerates him, just like most girlfriends.
“You could at least tell him to hurry up.”
>”Is okay.  Bewwy wan' make him happy.”
>You smile again, but that fades when you have to scrub her rear.  Ew.
>Soon enough, though, it's over, and Berry is once again pink.
>You dry her off with a fluffy towel and put her back with Lightning.
>She cuddles up to him and falls asleep.  For his part, he's making a snoring noise.
>They are so cute together!
>You're just about to go back to your laptop when you hear a quiet knock.
>Damn it, you've got the closed sign up.  Can't they re–
>Oh.  It's Sarah.  You let her in.
>She glances over at the sleeping alicorns as she enters.
“Why do you have blood on your cheek?”
>She stops cold, feeling her face.
>”Oh...that.  Don't worry about it.”
“Are you okay?”
>”Yeah, I'm fine,” she says, grabbing a tissue out of your box on the desk.  “How are they doing?”
>You blush slightly.
“They just...um...”
>She waits for you to finish; when you don't, she smirks.  “Fucked?”
“Yes, that.  It took Lightning almost an hour to 'feel the good feel'.”
>”I didn't know a fluffy could survive an hour of sex.”
>You shrug awkwardly.
“So, what brings you here?”
>”Just seeing how things were getting on.”
“Oh, fine.  They're a very cute couple!  And so well behaved, too.”
>Sarah nods absently, wiping the blood off her cheek.
“Are you sure you're okay?”
>She pins you down with an odd look.
>”When was the last time you saw Tiffany?”
>You blink at the odd question.
“You know I don't talk to her, she's a lunatic.”
>Sarah tosses the tissue softly into the trash can, and begins to head to the door.
>When she reaches it, she looks back.
>”Maybe I should start following your example.”