His movements were slow. Agonizingly slow. He followed the gentle curve of her body like a ship on the calmest of waves.

The mare beneath him had a good mind to tell him to hurry the hell up, but her mouth was already occupied. For as methodical as the stallion was being, his motions were full of purpose. A glorious, most satisfying purpose.

She loathed, neigh, hated him for being able to do this to her. She'd done this before, of course. She could reach those spots herself. And on the occasion she couldn't, she had two great friends that could easily get the job done for her. But her sessions never, ever felt this good. He had to be cheating. Some kind of spell had to be the cause of it. And she resolved to figure out which one it was. Right after it stopped feeling so good!

She clenched her face in concentration, trying to think of something, anything than the source of pleasure above her. She denied him any knowledge that he successfully got her to enjoy herself.

Right up until the smooth glides of his head stopped and he gave her body a gentle, yet forceful bite.

Her mouth slipped. "Ah!" she cried out. The stallion above gave his signature shit-eating grin.
"Oh, I’m terribly sorry. Was that too much for you?"
"Sh-shutup." she panted. "Just…keep going."
"Sorry, didn’t catch that."
Her face scrunched in indignity. He wanted her to beg. And when her heart rate began to slow, she realized she would have to.
"Please."
"’Please’ what?"
"Please…give me more. I…I want more."
Reveling in this victory, the stallion leaned over her, eager to continue his work.

But fate had other plans.

So caught up in their mutual delight, they never heard him knocking. Or his opening the door and entering.

"Hey, Twilight, Celestia wanted me to tell-What the-what?! Ahhhhhhhhhh!"

Fortunately, the scream did get through the haze.

Author's Note

Don't worry. A few questions should be answered by next chapter.