Raspberries and a Book

by CobaltDrake

Rating: mature
Tags: My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, Alternate Universe, Romance, Original Character, Sex, Twilight Sparkle, Anthro
Length: 3920

Storm Chaser and Twilight Sparkle are up late working on an essay for Princess Celestia. Twilight has a bowl of raspberries and a sexually frustrated Stallion in the room with her. But how long has Storm really been looking at her?

My OC Storm Chaser is back this time with Twilight Sparkle as they attempt to get an essay done for Princess Celestia. However Storm hasn't had any action in a long time and is watching Twilight as she works, contemplating what he should do. What will happen when she pulls a bowl of raspberries and whipped cream out for a snack? And how is Spike involved in all this? Read and enjoy.

Warning: Anthro Clopfic Oneshot and small food play
UPDATED: March 18 2014

Published 2013-05-04 18:40:02 UTC
Last updated 2013-05-04 18:40:02 UTC

Raspberries and a Book

Storm gazed at Twilight with full-fledged desire glinting in his eyes as he watched her pluck a juicy, red raspberry from a china, blue bowl, and dip it into the white, fluffy, whipped cream. She lifted the berry up to her lips, and ran it back and forth in a thinking motion, before popping it into her mouth. She gave a tiny grunt of satisfaction and slipped the tip of her tongue out to lap up a bead of juice that had gathered on her bottom lip. She then picked up her pen and began writing.

“Storm?” Twilight asked suddenly, causing Storm to jolt in surprise. “How are you coming along with your essay on Pegasus history? I've got about three and a half more pages to go. It’ll be slightly over the limit that Princess Celestia wants, seven pages, but I just couldn't help myself!” She cried, writing furiously at the same time.

He loved the way Twilight sat at an angle while she wrote, and this time she was angled towards him. With her mane up in a loose, very low, ponytail, stray pieces of her long purple hair continued to get in her face, and rest on the upper curve of her cheek. Her beautiful purple fur only further accentuated her beauty to him, it was such a rare color. It made her look more alluring, more seductive, and every time she batted that cursed piece of hair out of her eyes, her white t-shirt would stretch across her pert, firm breasts.

It was sheer torture watching the display, especially since he’d gone a couple days without sex or jerking himself off. His jeans continued to get tighter, and he tried desperately hard not to adjust himself. It wasn't as if he thought of as just some easy lay, it definitely wasn't because he hadn't had any in a while. He had always felt something deep towards Twilight, but never wanted to act on it for fear of ruining their friendship.

“Before the three pony tribes united under a single nation, Commander Hurricane originally intended to name their new home Pegasopolis, that is so interesting! If a little bizarre for a name. So how is your essay coming?”

“I only have three pages done,” he croaked. Twilight jerked her head up, her eyes accusing.

“Storm.”

“The princess doesn't want it for another two weeks, Twilight.”

“I don't care come over here and start working! You’ll thank me when you have it done a week ahead of schedule. Where is Spike by the way? Knowing him he hasn't even gotten a paragraph done. When will you guys ever find out that you can’t just slap words onto a piece of paper and call it an essay? An essay needs effort, it’s very structural.”

He didn't want to work on the bloody essay; he wanted to work on her, and he really didn't want to talk about Spike either. He had no clue where his other friend was, or anyone else for that matter, and he could care less at the moment. Especially when they’re so many other, more enjoyable things, that they could do with their tongues, other than talk. Storm sighed as he lingered on that thought, daydreams of what he would like to do to that very sweet, very luscious body.

Storm shook his head, ashamed that he would even think of Twilight as a sexual partner. He knew he shouldn't be thinking about one of his best friends like this, but lately his usual dreams of her were becoming too hot too handle. They were more erotic and at times they seemed almost real. During the time they spent together with their friends he would intentionally brush against her. One time during a lecture from princess Celestia, he’d dropped his pen in a way that would make it roll to the other side of Twilight's chair. Instead of just getting up and walking around like any other person would have, he leaned over her, allowing his upper arm to brush the side of her breast, before he retrieved his quill. On his way back up he even got gutsy enough to allow his knuckle to brush against the tip of her nipple.

He most definitely wasn't a saint. He was but a mere twenty one-year-old stallion with hormones running a muck. He was acting like an undersexed filly, it made him feel stupid, inexperienced, and inept all at once. He let his eyes slowly drift to her lips as he lifted his muscular body up off the maroon couch, which was settled in front of a bookshelf, and sauntered over to the table. As he got closer, he could see the tiny specks of whipped cream that still clung to her bottom lip, making Storm’s mouth water with anticipation. He watched as Twilight reached for her glass of ice water and took a sip. Plopping down on the chair that sat across from her, he leaned his forearms on the cold tabletop, and stared at her intently. He hid a smile as he caught Twilight looking at him through her charcoal colored eyelashes. Twilight sighed, dropped her quill on top of her essay, and lifted her head up.

“Storm? Are you having problems?” He sat back, resting his shoulders against the top of the chair, in a slouched position. With his wrist drooping over the edge of the table, and his white collared shirt rolled up at the sleeves, he raised an eyebrow and gave her a questioning look.

“Why do you ask?” Twilight simply shrugged her shoulders.

“You look like you need help with something.” Storm licked his bottom lip, and shook his head.

“No.”

She gave him a puzzled look and then went back to her writing. When her eyes dropped from his, releasing him from his dazed state, he instantly made up his mind.

He wanted her. Needed her. It was as simple as that.

“Actually, Twilight, there is something I've wanted to ask you,” Storm said, his voice low and raspy. His eyes watched her every move as she lifted her head up and arched her eyebrow, waiting for his question. He needed to read her body language, make sure she would feel something, when he propositioned her. “You see, I don’t really want to ask you, but it’s the gentlemanly thing to do. I’m hoping, no, praying you’ll say yes,” Storm added as he scooted his chair around the table, the wooden legs screeching in resistance, and he wrapped his fingers around her neck, bringing her face closer to him.

Her back stiffened at the change and unconsciously resisted the motion.

“You have whipped cream on your lips,” he murmured breathlessly against her lips. “I just want a tiny taste.”

He placed a hand on her waist, his other still comfortably resting on her neck as he tugged her out of her chair, and settled her onto his lap. Her eyes widened in shock.

“S-Storm! Wh-what?”

Storm couldn't believe it himself. He knew he shouldn't be doing this, that it was far too risky. His friendship with Twilight and the others was one of the things he cherished the most.

This is wrong. Why is everything that feels good considered wrong?

Storm parted his lips and darted his tongue out, sliding it up the crease of Twilight’s bottom lip. He gently caught the plump red lip in his mouth, nibbling gently, lapping up the sugary, creamy confection, before entering her mouth. Twilight gave a raspy, heat filled sigh, pushing slightly harder with her lips. Her tongue cautiously came out, touching the tip of it to his. She tasted of cold sweet, sticky, raspberry juice with hints of the fluffy whipped cream. She literally tasted heavenly-if someone told him Twilight Sparkle was made out of cotton candy; he’d of thought they were talking about Pinkie Pie, but how wrong they would've been.

After a few minutes of tentative kissing Storm pulled back, searching her face. Twilight was slightly out of breath, giving him a dreamy look, her lips swollen and pouty from being thoroughly kissed. Storm curled the side of his mouth in a semi-smile and trailed his thumb back and forth over her jawbone.

She shuddered, sucking in a breath. She had never experienced a kiss like that. Hell, she had never been kissed before, and now the pony she thought of as her best friend was kissing her? Her mind was reeling and she was still feeling shock waves trembling through her as she registered the wonderfully erotic kiss filled with sweet raspberry juice. He applied pressure against her chin, forcing her mouth to open, and bent forward again. At first the kiss was light, coaxing; his mouth shaped itself to hers, delicately exploring. His hand shifted tracing his fingers down her spine. His mouth slowly opened hers again, and as soon as she felt his tongue, her toes curled.

Gaining confidence, Twilight slowly moved her hands up his back and over his shoulders. She shivered as she ran her hands over his chest, stomach, and shoulders, feeling the toned muscles and the tickle of his black fur. She then wrapped her arms, now underneath his over shirt, around his neck, and traced the back of his neck as well as the spot between his wings, sending chills through his body. Twilight couldn't stop touching him. He was intoxicating. His smooth fur smelled of light cologne and every time she flattened her hand out over his back she couldn't help to wonder if the rest of him tasted as good as his lips did.

“Storm, can I-” she started. He quickly interrupted her.

“You can do whatever you want.”

She took in a shaky breath before pulling his over shirt of his shoulders careful to not catch his wings. She then proceeded to pull his shirt off around his head . Twilight held in a sigh of pleasure and cautiously placed her cool lips against his burning chest. Storm flinched slightly and rolled his head back, groaning. He pulled her hair out of her ponytail and clenched his fist around a hand full as she trailed kisses around his nipple.

“Storm, I read in this book - well, that is to say, would you mind if we experimented. I’m sure you don’t want to hear about what I read, ” she whispered as she looked up into his emerald eyes, still kissing him as she did. Storm let out a mixed laugh and groan.

“Please Twilight do NOT talk about books right now!” She gave a sheepish smile and got off his lap, pulling him to his feet.

“Which is why I stopped.” She turned to get the bowl of whipped cream, and then faced back towards Storm. She walked until she stood in front of him. “Take your pants off,” she spoke shakily, with a hint of seduction. Storm turned his head and looked at her in puzzled amusement.

“I live to obey,” he smiled and slipped his buttons from their resting place.

“And your boxers—okay um, never mind. Commando,” Twilight gasped and quickly diverted her eyes. Storm grinned and reached for her face, turning it back to him.

“Don’t be embarrassed. Really though, if you can’t look, then maybe we’re going to quickly.” She sucked in a huge breath.

“No. I want this, I do. O-okay, now lay down on the floor.”

He stood for a fraction of a second before he dropped down to a sitting position on the floor, his legs stretched out in front of him and his wings curled up on his back. He leaned against the couch and watched as Twilight got to her knees between his legs. He watched her intently as she dipped her hand into the whipped cream. ‘What is she doing?’

“What are you going to do? Eat-,” Storm gasped, his eyes fully dilated as she brought her hands down and lathered the cream around him, her fingers grazing the tip of his erection. He grunted in pleasure and watched Twilight's face. For a second she just stared down at what she’d done, it was almost as if she had to make sure it was perfect before she did anything. Then she lifted her eyes up to his, giving him an impish grin, she laid her body down at his feet, and gently touched her tongue to his sensitive tip. Storm ground his teeth together in pleasure and growled as he felt her tongue sliding around him. He cried out in shock as her mouth finally engulfed him fully, her tongue still swirling, licking, and slurping, as she bobbed her head up and down.

He brought his hand, cautiously down, dropping it against the back of her head. The pleasure was so intense that he thought he might hurt her if he touched her too long. So he dropped his hand back to his side. He dropped his eyes down to her to see Twilight staring intently at his expressions, studying them with excitement. She then lifted her head, and reached for her cup of ice water taking a long gulp. She bent down and brought him back into her once warm mouth. He cringed slightly, but the intense difference in temperature quickly changed once again, igniting his pleasure and his wingspan even more. Instinctively, he arched his back, pushing deeper into her mouth, his wings an obvious sign of his growing arousal. Desire coursed through him as Twilight repeated the process. The temperatures of her mouth making him bite his lip. A bead of blood formed and he jerked her up, trying to be gentle.

“Twilight, I want to taste you,” he whispered as he kissed her mouth quickly and changed positions with her. He pulled her shirt over head, careful not to catch her long purple mane, and noticed she wore no bra. He raised an eyebrow at her in questioning, she just just blushed and looked away.

Smirking he reached for the red raspberries and crushed them in his hand, dripping the contents of the juice over her stomach and breasts. She squealed and pulled away, slightly, as the cold, sticky liquid trailed over her purple fur, down her sides, tickling her. Storm grinned devilishly and swirled his tongue around the tangy juice, sliding along her breasts, her navel, and her sides. When he dipped his tongue into her belly button she jerked, causing his face to bump into her stomach. She gave a hiccuping gasp and ran her fingers through his mane.

“Oh, Storm,” she breathed.

Storm went for the whipped cream bowl, sliding his finger into it and curling, bringing only a fingertip of it out. With his other hand he opened her pouting lips and let her suck it off. He then repeated the motion, but when she went to pop his finger back into her mouth, he refused and bent back between her legs. Pushing her jeans down and moving her underwear to the side, he opened her and rubbed the whipped cream against her nub, then bent down, and suckled it gently in his mouth.

“Oh yes, wow,” Twilight cried out, dropping her head against the couch, her hips rising of their own will, as his tongue slipped inside of her.

Storm slowly pulled away and grabbed a raspberry, rubbing it between her nether lips. Her hips riding the raspberry and she licked her lips, gasping wildly. Storm offered the raspberry to her and she gently took in into her mouth. As she ate the juicy fruit he reached into Twilight’s ice water, pulling out the biggest ice cube he could get. He then inserted the ice cube into her, swirling it inside of her, and brushing the tips of his wings against her nipples. Twilight’s eyes widened in shock and she squeaked.

“Oh Celestia, OH SWEET CELESTIA!” she cried out as she came hard, her hips lifting, as her whole body tensed, racking with tremors purple sparks flew from her horn. Her fingers dug into the floor, as if trying to clutch onto something. When she came down she was breathing hard, huffing, her eyes still filled with pleasure. A dreamy expression plastered in her purple eyes before she slowly shut them and whispered to him. “Oh, Storm, that was amazing.” He grinned.

“It’s not over yet,” he lifted her up, leaving the melting ice cube inside of her, and pulled her across his lap, as he laid himself on the floor. He removed the rest of her clothes and spoke “Twilight, I know that you're-” Twilight shook her head and slightly wiggled her hips against his abdomen, so she could feel the melting ice cube and him at the same time.

“Yes I am and no, I’m not going to change my mind.” Storm grinned softly at her and placed a finger to her lip.

“Okay,” he whispered and quickly inserted himself inside of her, in hopes of alleviating as much pain as possible.

She flinched, her eyes widening, and her mouth dropping open. Tears formed in her eyes and she quickly bowed her head down, her open mouth biting down into his shoulder as she grunted in displeasure.

She was still warm, and extremely wet from the not quite melted ice cube when he had pushed himself into her. Storm growled and gritted his teeth before frowning at her look when he accidentally pushed deeper inside of her.

“Are you okay?” Storm whispered against her neck before sliding his teeth along her pulse point.

“I'd read the pain was horrible, I guess I just never-” She cringed and shifted to the side.

Storm let out a rush of breath at her changed position. He wrapped his arm around her waist, resting his hand in the valley of her lower back, gripping her. He pushed against her back, moving her body closer to his. He rested his forehead against her chest and shivered.

“I-a-I think you can move now,” Twilight whispered against his forehead. With both his hands clutching her sides, his reaction to her words caused his hips to jerk viciously up.

“Nhmph,” Twilight grunted, sliding her hands down his chest, then resting them, open palmed, against his lower stomach.

Her breath was choppy as she tried to inhale some air and she pressed her hands hard against his belly. Storm bit his lip hard and yanked her hands from his stomach, knowing if he allowed her to leave them there, the whole thing would be over way too soon. Twilight arched her back, going so far back that Storm almost paused and wondered if she was made of elastic.

“Flexible aren’tcha?” he groaned. Twilight gave a gasp followed by a laugh.

“I’m glad my parents made me take gymnastics too, Storm,” she gasped. He laughed then gritted his teeth as she started her own movements, matching his.

Storm closed his eyes at the incredible feel of her wetness sliding down the length of him. She leaned forward and nibbled the corner of his mouth as she rocked herself against him. She opened his mouth and demonstrated the movements their bodies were making. She then moved to nuzzle his neck and felt him groan as she quickened her pace.

“Faster,” Twilight grunted, sliding her hands down his arms, and clasping his hands with hers.

She rotated her hips hard into his, rolling like she was a natural, her tail tracing his legs lightly. He dug his heels into her carpet, gaining more leverage. He kissed her hard, with an urgent need, as he gripped her hips making her go faster. He brought his wings up and began lightly running them up and down her back. The carpet on the floor was digging into his back making him burn, but it only added to his pleasure as he squeezed Twilight’s breasts. He dug the heels of his feet harder into the carpet pushing deeper into her. The short fast strokes stopped and he buried himself full-length into her tight sheath, her eager, demanding hips riding him harder and faster. Storm gasped as she turned, causing more friction between their slick bodies, and allowing him access to go deeper into her.

Twilight stopped. Storm gasped, sweat dripping down the side of his face, clinging to his chest, and pooling at the base of his spine.

“Oh, Twilight, please don’t stop!” He said desperately, pushing his hips higher.

“What if we get caught?” Her voice edged with panic. “I heard a noise, I think someone’s coming!”

“You think? I’m so close. How are you just thinking about this now? IT’S too late to stop!” He cried out as he clasped her butt, yanking her down, and driving up into her.

She slid her teeth across her lips as Storm pounded her hips, up and down. He felt wetness on his upper back and knew that the carpet had finally ripped through his skin. He angled his hips, hitting a new spot in her that made her scream. She cried out, bending, clutching her mane as her body racked with trembles, and shook hard with the force of her coming orgasm. With a grunt, she collapsed against his chest, making mewling noises, and rubbing her face against his chest her horn once again sparking and fizzing.

Storm growled and flipped her over onto her back, slammed into her roughly three more times, pinning her hips in place underneath him. A fraction of a beat passed, his face clenched as he came. He pushed his face into her neck, biting her neck roughly and clutching her hips tighter to him as his hips spasmodically jerked once. He dropped on top of Twilight, licking the spot he had just bit on her neck before fully resting. His wings finally relaxed as he brought them back to their usual place. He felt her hands run over his back and he jolted as pain shot through him.

“Storm, why didn't you tell me the carpet was hurting you? Didn't you notice?” She asked, still slightly breathless.

“For about a second,” he whispered. He lifted his head up, leaning on his arms, looking intently into her eyes, “I will never, ever, look at ice water, raspberries, and whipped cream the same way.” Twilight giggled, and turned her head so that her cheek rested against the carpet.

“Don’t forget the ice cubes.” He bent down and kissed her, smiling against her lips. Twilight licked her lips and then paused.

“You know Storm, I find it hard to believe that everypony would stay away, I mean nopony came by today for a book or anything.” Twilight said suddenly. Storm lifted his eyebrows.

“Are you implying something? I thought it was just my luck, but now that I’m thinking more clearly,” he grinned as Twilight blushed, “I’m thinking I usually have rotten luck.”

“Which means Spike got smart and played matchmaker. Kind of hard to believe really-not the part about Spike playing matchmaker.”

“The part about him playing smart,” Storm snorted in amusement. “Well if he did, I’m not complaining,” he said tracing kisses along her jaw-line.

“Me either.” Twilight sighed, then an evil look crossed her face, “So, Storm, up for round two?”

Storm just grinned.

Author's Note

Review and comment pls. I need to be constantly improving and with this fic I was hoping it was a little more of what people were looking for. Thanks for reading - CobaltDrake