Pushing Boundaries
It was a blistering hot day. Celestia's sun showed absolutely no mercy towards anyone. Reptiles basked in the shade, and most ponies around had gone to the lake to escape the heat. The inside of the library was significantly cooler, but it was still oppressively hot. A puddle of sweat had formed beneath me, and by simple logic I'd assumed Twilight, and was evaporating almost as quickly as it was being made.
The sound of a book slapping shut echoed in the blazing air, making my ears twitch just enough to flick a bead of sweat from them. I looked over in time to see her roll onto her back, her belly soaked in sweat, and let out a heavy sigh. Or maybe it was a groan. I didn't care.
"I wish I knew that spell," she groaned. "It's too hot!"
"Perhaps there's something we can do to cool off?" I asked softly, closing my own book.
"If anypony has any common sense," she started again, "they'll be swimming at the lake. It's probably crowded there... The only other thing I can think of is a cold bath. And now that I mention it..." A sheepish grin appeared on her face, accompanied by a blush. "We could use one."
"That sounds pleasant," I whispered almost dreamily, anticipating a cold bath washing through my sweat-matted fur. I couldn't help but moan softly at the thought.
"The tub is big enough for two..." she mumbled, blushing even more heavily. "We could always enjoy it together... If you want..."
I thought for a moment, imagining the scenario of Twilight and I sharing a bath, and three outcomes came to mind. Either we'd be too awkward to move as soon as we got in, we'd be completely fine with it and enjoy it like a spa-day with Rarity, or we'd get too playful and end up making out in the tub. The third option was deemed impossible because of our mutual shyness, and the first was deemed unlikely because of our relationship. Figuring it was safe, I answered, "I'd love to."
We both stood up, summoning a symphony of drips and drops of sweat falling in beads down to the puddles below. I smiled happily, trotting with Twilight towards that bathroom for a cold bath.
The sound of running water filled the library, echoing forth from the bathroom. It was a gentle sound, caressing my ears like a gurgling stream in the Everfree. I tried to act as normal as possible walking to the bathroom, but that was made incredibly difficult by the hypnotic swaying of Twilight's hips. The way each step exaggerated the motion of her hips left a little drool in the corner of my mouth, and I shamelessly let my tongue loll out.
Stop that, Fluttershy! Just because she's flirting with you doesn't mean it's okay to think like that! my more morally strict side screamed.
But it's just so sexy when she does that... the devil on my shoulder countered.
By that time, I realized I'd stopped moving. When I finally arrived in the bathroom, I found that the pale porcelain tub was a bit over a quarter full and rising quickly. Twilight was already waiting in it, her eyes rolled back in pleasure. A beautifully derpy smile played on her lips like a dog. I coughed slightly, gaining her sudden attention. She rose to her hooves in a hurry, making the water and sweat in her fur cascade down and accent her curves and contours. A drop of drool hit the floor as I observed the way her mane was slicked by the moisture, and the way the light reflected off her now lustrous coat. She giggled at me. My nerves began kicking in, making me a little apprehensive about what was happening.
"On s-second thought... Maybe I should wait..." I stuttered out, backing away a few steps. I hid behind my mane as I always did, a slight pinch of fear mixing into my bloodstream. The concept of bathing with her was foreign enough, but her flirting didn't help calm me. My breathing and heartbeat quickened, my head playing out multiple scenarios of what could happen. I imagined the pain of a mis-preening, perfectly good feathers being torn from my wings. Sharp, sloppy pain...
Cold. Glorious cold chilled my baking skin and fur, soaking into my coat and dispersing the sweat. I felt the refreshing cold flow past me, from hoof to belly, splashed onto my back and mane. My wings immediately flared outwards as the cold water seeped between my feathers, stabbing me with a pleasant pain of sharp cold and crisp chill. A muffled moan escaped my throat as my wings were forced back down into the water. Wonderful pressure from her hooves circulated on my wings, rubbing out every bit of tension. I felt every limb go limp beneath her gently strong hooves. I was terrified.
"Oooohh Twwwiiiii-oooooohhh!"
"Just sit back and relax," she cooed into my ear, stopping the flow of water with her magic. "I've been waiting to do this."
And relax I did. My bones felt like jelly, and my joints felt as though they didn't exist in the first place. I audibly whined as soon as her hooves were lifted from my wings.
"OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHH!"
A soft but sharp pinch on my wing told me that Twilight had begun preening my wings. Within seconds of feeling the pinch, something strong, warm, and slimy finagled its way between my feathers, sweeping up all manner of debris from the sensitive skin of my wings. My eyes rolled back into my head, and my tongue lolled out, drool streaming out into the cold bath. My breaths came in ragged gasps and staggered gulps that never lined up to any distinguishable tempo. My head was jumbled into incoherent babble involving mixes of "Ooooohhh's and 'Mmmmmmhhh's and 'DEAR CELESTIA!'s. The only competent sentence I could form was two words longer than I could voice: DON'T STOP!
My wings were gently clamped back to my sides after an eon of bliss, only long enough for my marefriend to twist me on my back. With almost no warning, she spread my wings again and continued carefully and sensually preening the underside of my wings. I screamed her name at the top of my lungs, my voice cracking multiple times in just one syllable. As she made her way from the tips of my wings to the base, my screams cracked progressively more. The instant her tongue hit the base of my left wing, my eyes shot open and my voice broke in my throat, refusing to exit. I felt blazing hot and frigid cold pleasure mix and flood my entire body, decimating any remaining sensibility I had and deep frying it into wave after wave of the most intense sensation I'd ever felt in my life. I lay there, voice caught in my throat, my body taut as a bow and loose as a blob of jam, unable to do anything but focus on the waves of contradicting hot and cold pleasure.
As soon as I had caught my breath again, I looked up to find a devious smirk on Twilight's face. She looked right back at me with sultry violet eyes, stealing my recently recovered breath from my lungs with a light kiss. Once I recognized the sensation of her soft lips on mine, my instincts kicked in, launching me forward to drag her into the chilled water with me. My hooves wrapped around her and strongly pulled her in for a deeper kiss. I never realized that I had just broken a barrier in our relationship until her tongue touched mine, tearing a second barrier down. I sharply inhaled through my nose, daring not interrupt the contact of our lips and tongues. At first it was gentle, maybe shy. But as soon as we both got used to the immensely pleasing feeling, we darted into each other's mouths, exploring each contour with reckless abandon. We stopped caring about words, or what could be said. We cared only for each other, and the amazing feelings and sensations we were giving each other.
Her hooves ran up my sides, slowly caressing each inch of me. A shiver ran up my spine and down my wings. My feathers, freshly preened, twitched and tingled as her hooves reached my arms, before sliding back down to my hips again. I moaned into her mouth, unable to contain myself. My own hooves soon reached around her hips, cupping her cutie marks, earning a subtle moan into my mouth. I gently traced them by memory, earning more half-suppressed moans of pleasure. I grinned through the kiss just before breaking off to turn her over and begin experimenting with her. I planted rows of gentle kisses along her neck and cheek, all the way up to her ears, which I nibbled on. The sudden gasp and pleased sigh was an amazing reward, but I wanted her to scream my name as I had hers. I continued on, continuously kissing my way down her neck, occasionally licking a random spot. As I bore down to where her neck and shoulders met, her breathing sped up and her pleased sighs became fuller. I smiled, suddenly assaulting that spot with gentle kisses, nibbles, and licks, summoning forth louder and louder moans of pleasure and orders to not stop. I happily obliged, continuing my attack by moving downwards to her soft belly.
When I reached the softest part of her belly, which floated just above the waterline, she began giggling between moans. Ticklish, I mused. That makes things interesting.
A laugh, a moan, and a scream rolled past her lips simultaneously, my name somewhere lost in the mix. I licked long and slow up her belly again, earning an identical reaction. I smiled mischievously, repeating the action earning multiple variations on the reaction. Every moan added to my vigor, every giggle making me bubble up with excitement, every scream cultivating my smile. I dared lower, feeling the urge to taste her cutie marks. As I reached her waistline, her breath caught in her throat. Perhaps it was the contrast of my warm tongue against the cold water, but she froze up like I had shocked her with a bolt of lightning. Curious, I continued my path towards her right cutie mark, following her waistline. Lick after lick, I swept her fur up, tasting the remaining salt in her fur. I listened to each verbal reaction from Twilight, felt every shiver of her body through my own. I soon arrived at my goal, and gave a slow, broad lick. From the bottom point to the very top point, her moan lasted as long as my contact remained. Her voice cracked as I gave a firm flick of my tongue at the top. I repeated the action, but less emphasized so I could hear her scream and feel her squirm just a little more. Her wails crescendoed as I switched to nibbling. My bombardment was left uninterrupted. My pace was ravenous. A firm final pinch dead center in her cutie mark brought the reaction I was anticipating and lusting after:
"FLUTTERSHYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY!!!!!!!!!"
She fell limp beneath me, panting laboriously. I lifted myself back up to her face, noticing a bright red blush staining her cheeks. I smiled, planting a tender and loving kiss on her lips, pulling away quickly so she could catch her breath.
"Well... Aren't you just the most confident lover ever?" she huffed out, summoning a blush from me. She purred tauntingly and placed a hoof on my chest.
"I don't know what came over me... At first I was scared, but then the massage... and the preening..." I paused, relishing the memories of the events. "I just wanted to make you feel as good as I did."
"You did more than you might think..." she mumbled, smiling coyly. "I can still feel it."
"I feel it everywhere," I replied. "It's... hard to explain."
"I understand. Contradicting waves–"
"–of hot and cold–"
"–flooding every nerve with pure and unadulterated–"
"–pleasure," I finished.
"I want more..."
Her eyes shone with a bright fire that I had never seen before. I could recognize love in them, but something else was making it just a bit brighter. Maybe it was the last few aftershocks of pleasure from our passionate displays of affection, or perhaps it was a little bit of lust. Whatever it was, it lit a fire in my heart that told me to take her to the bedroom and lay her down, make her scream my name until her voice gave out, taste every last inch of her, blow her mind apart until she could do nothing more than breathe and squirm beneath me.
And as many times as I told myself I was scared of going that far, I lusted Twilight. I wanted to feel every inch of her body, hear every verbal reaction possible from her, taste every part of her. I wanted to give myself to her, and let her do with me as she pleased. Whatever she wanted to experiment with, I wanted to experience by her hooves. So long as it was her, I'd enjoy it.
I stood up and stepped out of the tub, my fur and mane dripping with a mix of sweat, and water. I smiled, picking a towel off the racks and throwing it on my back. I watched Twilight step out, her mane sticking to her neck, arousing the fire in my chest. I picked a second towel, tossing it over her. Within moments, I was drying out her coat, rubbing her down with a towel. I felt every muscle beneath the towel, but for me, it didn't feel the same. But I settled for it, I grinned, slowing down on her mane and neck. I planted soft kisses everywhere I could, smoothing the ruffled fur back into place with my lips. I grinned devilishly as I reached the top of her head and saw a few glimmering drops of water on her horn.
I wonder what touching it will do... I mused to myself. I lifted the towel, gently brushing a drop of water off her horn. A loud moan resounded in the small room. Oh. That happens. I like.
I wrapped the towel around the base of her horn, savoring the gloriously loud moans she was producing. I smirked, and pulled the towel up the length of my marefriend's pride and joy, reveling in the silent scream that hung on her wide open lips. For two minutes, she lay there, dead still with her eyes and mouth wide open, giving me time to dry most of the rest of her. When she came back to her senses, all I had left was her hind legs.
"Wh-what-t d-did... y-you do...?" she stammered.
"Dried your horn," I replied nonchalantly, acting as though nothing important had happened.
"Dear sweet Celestia!" she gasped, realizing what was going on. I slowly dragged the towel up her left leg, slowing down as I approached the upper inner regions. Her leg twitched as I approached, but didn't do anything to move my weapon of pleasing torture. I blushed the instant I realized what I was doing. But then I remembered the preening, so I switched to her right leg, slowly dragging it up her inner thighs. This time, her legs twitching as I approached the base of her tail. As soon as I reached the area, I brought the towel away, earning a disappointed sigh.
But then it was her turn. She wasted no time, bringing the towel up between my legs, drying both of them at the same time. I froze up. "Twi... Not that far yet..."
I looked back to see her smiling at me. She moved the towel onto my back, drying out the larger areas of soaked fur. I felt a little bad that I stopped her so quickly, but I dismissed it. I was still a bit apprehensive of her touching me there, because even I had never touched the place. I had no idea what to expect, and that scared me enough to stop the pony I trusted more than I did myself.
She reached my wings again, but frowned to find that the water beneath my feathers had dried on its own. However, this did nothing to deter her desire to please me. She set to work rubbing my wings again, sending waves of pleasure up my spine. My eyes rolled back again, allowing me to focus entirely on the sensation. However, it was short-lived. The towel and her hooves moved onwards towards my mane.
We finished drying off and hung the towels to dry. I felt warm again, but not like I had before bathing with Twilight. Nay, this warmth was entirely internal. I felt like my belly was a furnace, housing the fire that had been ignited by the bath. I felt the warmth in my belly, my heart, my lips, my wings, and of course, the area she had touched through the towel.
We silently exited the bathroom together, my wing possessively draped over her. Within seconds, we were back in her bedroom, preparing to go back to our previous activities. As much fun as it was, it didn't feel like what we were supposed to do then. Perhaps I had been wrong to tell Twilight to not go that far. My cheeks warmed at the thought.
The sudden sensation of utter weightlessness filled me as Twilight kissed me with untold ferocity. I fell back onto my rump, stunned motionless by it. I felt myself being pushed gently onto my back by Twilight's gentle hooves. Seconds passed and I was entirely on the ground, my wings flared wide against the floor. I felt my cheeks burning as I tried to fight back. I gave up within moments, overpowered by gentle hooves on my chest and her strong tongue assaulting mine. I moaned softly, my eyes rolling back once again in ecstasy. Too many sensations were clamoring for my focus, but I could only focus on trying to breathe.
Something incredibly warm and wet slapped down against my belly. I felt her tail fall to rest between my legs, and her hind legs clamp my hips. What was happening, I knew not.
She broke lip contact, kissing her way down my neck earning a few pleased sighs. I wrapped my hooves around her shoulders, pulling her down against me. I felt the fire in my belly roar, and feeling brave for the moment, I decided to listen to it. I rolled over, pinning her to the floor. I wasted no time, taking careful aim at my target...
Her scream deafened me, but I didn't care because that scream was my name. I moved my tongue just another half an inch, and felt another hot scream scalding my neck. I grinned, but deemed the action of licking her horn too intense. I moved back down, kissing my way down her neck, chest, and belly. When I reached her waistline again, I felt her wriggle just a little bit, thrusting her hips into the air. I smelled something sweet very close by. The fire in my belly blazed like Tartarus, the intense flames consuming what trepidation of my actions I had, and replacing them with a firm desire to do them anyway. "Just tell me if you want me to stop."
"Don't stop," she choked out. "Take me."
"Are you–"
I never finished the question. Her hooves pushed my face down below her waistline. I felt my blush return full force, searing my cheeks as I looked upon the most intimate details of Twilight. I stared at her blossoming wet pink flower for a few moments, my mind trying to catch up with the turn of events. When I finally gathered my wits again, I released a breath I didn't know I was holding. She let out a muffled moan, her hips twitching forwards slightly.
I'm about to... to make love to Twilight... How did this happen?
It doesn't matter how. Just make the move already. She's waiting!
"Mmmmmhhoooooooooohhhhh~!"
It tasted... sweet. Sweet, yet savory. Not unlike salted chocolate, but a different variety of sweet. Perhaps more like honey. I licked my lips, committing the flavor to memory. I took another lick, this time focusing on the texture.
Slick. Slick as lamp oil, but a bit thinner, like water or tea. I mused to myself about the comparison of Twilight's mysterious liquid being tea. I involuntarily vocalized my approval of the taste and texture, "Mmmmm..."
"How do–oooohhh... I taste?" she asked, between my licks.
"I have a new favorite kind of tea," I replied, giggling. I leaned back, taking a quick breath of slightly cooler air. I looked back down at her flower, now coaxed into full bloom. I smiled hungrily, and dove in for another go.
She wailed loudly enough to be heard through a soundproof door as I enclosed her flower within my lips. I poked my tongue forwards against it, finding that it gave way slightly, but required a bit of force to actually enter. So I pushed forwards until I felt my tongue reach as far inside her as I could go. I was surprised by just how warm it was inside her. It was like licking the inside of a teapot after the tea inside had cooled to a drinkable temperature. I smiled and took a gulp of the gathered 'tea'. I heard Twilight moaning and felt her hooves pulling me further into her, but I was more focused on seeing where my curiosity got me.
I decided to lap at the inner petals of her flower, seeking her nectar like a butterfly, hoping to get as much as possible. I smiled with each gulp I got, and savored every drop. In the background, I heard her moans and screams get louder and louder. Her hips began to gently rock back and forth, pushing against my face slowly and rhythmically. I wrapped my hooves around her legs to keep her still.
Within seconds of doing so, she screamed my name so loudly, I thought that Celestia herself could have heard it in Canterlot. I felt my mouth flood with Twilight's 'tea', much warmer than that which I had been lapping at earlier. Her hind legs clamped together, and her flower tightened around my tongue, while still giving me a good three mouthfuls of her delicious 'tea'.
As soon as her legs would allow me, I pulled away, and looked up at my marefriend. Her eyes were rolled all the way back in pure ecstasy, and her mouth was wide open. Her chest rose and fell rapidly, attempting to vent the heat she undoubtedly felt, but was probably not enough. I climbed back up to her face, kissing her cheek. I rolled off of her to let her breathe and recover for a moment.
"That...aahhhh... That felt sssoooooooohhh good..."
"Did I please you?" I asked, unsure of how what I did could have felt so good to her.
"I've never–mmmmmhhh... felt so good..." She rolled on top of me, her eyes ablaze with love and lust, her cheeks stained red from the intense heat of her passion. "Now I want to make you feel it."
I felt something pass between my legs, sending a pleasant tingle through my belly. An instinctive sigh vibrated from my throat. While I was distracted by the sensation, she slipped down as I had.
"Twiliiiiiiiight!" I screamed to the heavens as I felt something moist and strong slide across my own untouched flower. The electric pulse shot straight up my spine, melting my brain into incomprehensible babble. If I had any desire to not do this before that, it was completely burned away.
I looked down at her, seeing her looking back with lustful eyes. I smiled at her and with a shaky whisper told her, "A little slower..."
The same intense pleasure I felt before returned, filling me with a warmth I thought impossible. I moaned loudly as each wave of that single lick shot up my spine. I tilted my head back so I could actually breathe.
It took maybe thirty seconds to recognize that she had stopped. I looked down at her, my eyes blurred with pure desire, "Don't stop. Don't stop until my voice breaks!"
"Are you–"
I silenced her as she had me. I placed my hooves behind her head, and forced her between my legs, moaning at the feeling of Twilight's muzzle tickling me in an area of my body that I myself had never touched. I needed her. I needed her emotionally and mentally, but now I needed her physically. It was a strange sensation, knowing that I was feeling such intense passion towards her, but I loved it.
Every lick brought a new wave of pleasure, unique and more intense than the one before it. Every wave summoned a raspy moan from my throat, gradually crescendoing to volume levels I rarely reached.
An entirely different feeling was made apparent. She had switched tactics, as I had. I squealed her name as I felt her warm, moist tongue make its way inside me. Never before had I imagined that I could feel so full as when she had taken my marehood entirely in her mouth. But that wasn't the only sensation. I felt every twitch of her tongue, and even the tiniest of movements were enough to make me squirm, which of course changed the position of her tongue, making me squirm more. She swirled her tongue around, pulsed in and out, all different manner of actions, each causing different, unique reactions.
I felt hot pressure in my belly, pressing against the bottom of my belly. I felt it build with each touch and flick and lick. I felt the pressure reach such intensity that I thought for sure I would explode. I dared look down, only to see that she was still looking up at my with lustful eyes.
"Twi-aaaahhh! Twili-aaaaaaaaaaahhhh! -ight! Wha-aaaaaaaaahhhh! is happe-aaaaaaaaaahhh! happening!"
She winked at me, pulling away for a moment to smile at me deviously. "Hold on to something."
She dove back between my legs assaulting me with even more intense sensations focused on one tiny area. I screamed her name at the top of my lungs, my voice breaking again, leaving me silently baking in pure ecstasy. The pressure released all at once, bursting from my flower, and I'm sure straight into her mouth. I felt her tongue tightly clamped inside me, unable to move with how my body was tightening. I soon fell limp to the bed, panting as though I'd flown around the world. Aftershocks of pleasure still rolled through me, but were nowhere near as intense as the actual... whatever just happened. I turned my head to face her as she lifted herself and rolled off me.
"You taste really good," she giggled.
I couldn't respond, so I smiled and blushed. She kissed me tenderly. But as she tried to pull away, I held her back. The kiss wasn't lustful, nor fiery. It was soft, and tender. But most of all, it was loving. It was the kiss that we first shared. It was the kiss that said the three words that I couldn't say. It was the kiss of two lovers finishing the day with love, not lust.
"I love you."
"I love you too."
"Thank you for being my first."
"As to you."
"That massage too."
"That was nothing."
"Put it on the right track, get it right back," I sighed contentedly. "The message from my heart was too loud to be apart."
"Put it on the right track, steal it right back," she replied, wrapping her hooves around me. "It's our time now."
I looked up at the window, seeing stars in a dark sky. A cool breeze wafted in from it. I smiled and snuggled up as close as I could to my lover.
"Good night, Twily."
"Good night, Flutters."
We fell asleep quickly in each other's embrace.
Author's Note
I only planned for the bath scene, without the drying off. I have no idea why my pen kept going.
