>winter Saturday evening
>go to the park with Jasmine
>she wears her most favourite white - green dress
>after several minutes of taking and walking you both sit on the bench
>it's a nice place covered by bushes with a sight on the small lake
>you notice a growing blush on Jasmine's cheeks as she nervously looks around
>you both are alone in the park
>after several minutes of silence, she stutters a question if you want to do *it* here
>you hug her closely with one arm and tell her only if she wants to
>slowly, she moves to your lap and embrances you
>ears folded, muzzle burried under your arm, she gives you a nervous nod
>you start massaging her wing muscles to make her relax
>your second hand sneaks under the nice dress
>slowly running circles on her delicate flank, sporadically you give her a squeeze, causing little bat to gasp
>your hand ventures lower only to find something unusual
>she wears silk panties
>you can already feel a damp spot in the center of them
>she clings to you when your fingers slips under the thin material
>you know what to do first
>instead of exploring the loving tunnel of your little mare, your hand moves closer to the tail
>you find a tiny, puckered star and gives it a hard push and tender massage
>Jasmine blushes harder and squeaks
>playfull pushing your digit into her tailhole causes the gray bat to groan and squirm on your lap
>after several pushes you see her muzzle scrunching, her eyes closed
>she moves her butt lower to get those wiggling appendages meet the proper place for them
>you get the message and finally two fingers moves under the panties to the dripping hole
>with one hand working on her flower, your second hand scratches behind Jasmine's ears
>quiet gasps and moans fill the silence of winter night
>finally you stop playing with your little mare 
>she slowly raises her head, giving you a hungry and loving look
>Jasmine frantically unbuttons your coat with her teeth to slip under it, even closer to your body 
>in a tight hug she starts rubbing her cunny on your crotch
>you smile and cover the horny bat with your coat, only to leave her head sticking out under you chin
>her shallow, hot breaths and mad humping didn't leave you completely neutral
>your member painfully presses against the fabric of your pants, simultanously meeting with a rub of hot flesh
>you slip your arms out the sleeves to hold still the horny bat and prepare your lovemaking
>with one hand you unzipped your pants to make your boner meet the winter air
>after that your fingers meet the silk panties again only to pull them down, travelling lower and lower on Jasmine's delicate legs
>with one hand you guide your penis to the hot entrance of the shaking bat
>...only to give her an agonizing, long rub with your head and move again to the tail hole
>it causes a loud squeak of protest from the gray mare
>you nibbles Jasmine's ear whille adding pressure to the tightly closed star
>she can't fight it anymore
>she abruptly moves butt to line her snatch with your rod and presses down
>shaky groan fills your ears when you slowly sink in your mare
>next minutes feel like the best moments in your life 
>you hold Jasmine close, slowly moving her up and down, feeling muscles kneading and sucking you deeper
>your sensual embrance continues, the wriggling gray bat feels the peak getting close
>suddenly, you feel her clamp on your stick and howl in your chest
>a warm squirt of love juices trickles down your penis
>you can't hold it anymore, with a final thrust you fill your mare's womb with seed
>after several shots the warm mix of your juices escapes Jasmine's body
>you stay like that hor several minutes catching your breath, cuddling and listetning to the silent night
>finally you look at the beautiful face of your little pony to see a tired, but sincere and loving smile
>you stand up with her still hugging you under the coat
>you decide to carry your love back home
>she presses her butt to your stomach and you remember she is not wearing panties anymore
>they are too wet to wear them, you don't want Jasmine to catch a cold
>it's also too cold to leave her naked butt, even if hidden under the dress and your coat
>maybe you can warm her a bit with something else
>...
>a few more circles around the park can make your mare warm again
>...especially with your fingers burried between her flanks, travelling back and forth from hole to hole
>it will be a very long night