The Battle of Heart,Body, and Mind
The Battle of Heart,Body, and Mind
I try each night to tell her that we should stop this madness. Each night she tries to convince me we are meant to be. Every single night, no matter how much I protest to her advances she won't stop, the worst part is, as shamefully as I must admit this,... I like it. The force and the confidence, she knows my body too well. With each touch of her hoof to my coat I quiver with anticipation, I can't deny it any longer. I just wish I could stop her but she knows how to shut me up.
She talks... I find it pointless, words can't do justice and I like justice. I love her so much that I can't let her go yet she tries to break it off. She tells me we tried but I am just too controlling for her. How can I be when she is always caged by her own volition? I kiss her lips hard and show her who is in charge, she loves it, even if she tries to tell me to stop her body is egging me on. She quivers to my touches because she knows it will only get better.
I want this to end, but I can't find the strength to break her heart when she moves my soul with her love. I need distance but how can I escape someone who can move the sky and break the sound? Despair, I am saddened by my thoughts as I can't escape her touches. She caresses my body and with each second that passes my resolve weakens. Panic, I feel her hoof going to my cavern betwixt my legs. She knows how to tease me, I can't stop her.
Delight, I hear her moan in absolute pleasure while tears pour from her eyes, my tongue lap them up as I have this look in my eyes. Domination, I dominate her body because she dominates my heart. I need her and she knows it but she insists we walk away. Passion, we give into each other and we forget the night as the moon passes on. She can feel my hoof in her, it's working her over, slow touches just like she wants and my hoof massaging her walls.
I can feel myself losing this fight, I try to push her off but my walls wrap around her hoof and pull her in, my legs wrap around her waist as I let my body gyrate. She has won again, it seems she knows me better than I do, that is how I justify staying each night. I know we can work things out if she could just be more loving, I know she can but she refuses. She cheats, by using seduction on me. I can't resist her especially since she can dominate me at will. Her eyes lock on to mine and I just drop knowing my place.
I won! Another battle won, as she no longer protests and instead gives into me, She has the hottest moans and I enjoy basking in the audio-erotic sensation of it. My body has now become active with need and burns with desire, I know I will be making her mouth work my lower lips. She knows she will obey because she wants me happy. That is how this works.
I am shaking, my body is almost at it's limit and soon I shall be forced to feast on her nethers, I enjoy the taste even with the slight saltiness to it. I fill myself when I have the chance, she knows I love it and yet I hate myself for being so into it. I don't know why but knowing I can make her cum and have her juices inside me makes me feel one with her.
I can sense it, she is close, her body is begging for that sweet release and I am the only one who can bring her there. She knows I can take her where no other mare can and definitely no stallion could. I was her first and only but she wasn't mine. I know she wishes it so but I was already playing the game before she knew about it. She still worships me, in her own way. We constantly have the need to pleasure each other even when we are angry.
Desire over takes common sense and soon I am gushing liquid pleasure all over the floor and on her hoof. She looks into my eyes and I know what is next. She will be sucking her hoof greedily just to tease me. She is cruel and that is what I love/hate about her. She keeps me so close and yet I try to go far. Nothing will ever change unless I find the courage to stop myself.
She submits. She knows I am her owner and lover and she can't resist me any longer. Her juices are most succulent just like her soft flower. I want to dive in and eat my meal but it's my turn to be pleased. I look into her eyes waiting for the signal of her willingness to obey me without any thoughts of running off into the dark night. She gives me the look I need and I cautiously back away. I know her and she can be fickle. I have to be careful because I don't need my friends telling me to back off and let her live her own life. It's not just hers it's mine.
I don't resist anymore. No! I can't resist. Instead I willfully submit and start lowering her body back to the floor while gently whispering words to her "I love you so much." My voice speaks but my heart cries. Why can't I be in love with someone who won't use me? As she lays back I can feel my tongue wanting to burst out my mouth and just move inside her tunnel. I know it sounds crazy but I just love eating out a cafe' rainbow.
I look at her with trust in my eyes, I trust her not to disobey and trust she won't run out and make a fool of herself again. I know she loves my snatch and drools at the thought of eating out. I found that out one night while we were dining out at each other's restaurant. The taste of her flower apparently isn't as delicious as mine. She already starts breathing at my core as I heat up. Anticipation coursing through me and my senses start to fade. I know what is next and I already know I am in for one hell of a treat.
Lust, the drive that forces me to consume my lover and drain her of her juices. I start slowly and tease her a bit, I love doing this as it makes her want me more. I sometimes wish I could just tease her and use that moment to punch her lights out. I want to be the top one and make decisions. I love her to bits and she just... I can't think of that now. I have a crotch to eat. I slowly kiss the outer lips and breathe in the musky scent. I moan in the eroticism of it all. Her lips are pouty and starting to puff in want. I trace my tongue around it and hear the hissing sound of anger. She wants it bad and I will give it to her. I slide my tongue in carefully at first, I move it around exploring the cavern like a spelunker. I dive right in and push my face to her core almost suffocating myself. I can't stop doing this and I wish I could. Her taste makes me feel so good when I get just even a drop of her exotic flavor. If this was something I could order off the menu at a real cafe' I would eat this all day every day as I am just that into her. I really don't know what hurts more? The fact she knows I would do anything for her or the fact she abuses it.
Thinking is pointless, I can't think while her mouth and tongue are invading me. I scream her name and random things that I can't comprehend as she works her long and gentle tongue. I almost feel as if I am in heaven but a sinner like me can't ever enter such a place. I want to just die right now so the pain of her potentially leaving won't be with me when I am drowned by wave after wave of pleasure that soars through my body.
My tongue isn't a tongue anymore, it's a snake that slithers deep into the dark and warm cave, to keep moist in the dryness of the desert of life. I am no longer myself but a machine as I only operate on max. My snake of a tongue slowly slinking in further trying to reach it's prey and I can feel my victim taking the bait. Soon I shall drink the nectar of my sweetest fruit. She knows I want her to release, both me and her juices, the need to escape destroyed by my need to make her mine. It's twisted but as long as she and I are together we won't get anywhere. I feel bad too because I know she wants to get closer. I see her feather in the box that she wants to present me. I know it's something coming up soon. I use my hoof to rub the nub while my tongue continues to practically violate her walls. Slapping my tongue around as the sloshing noise fills the house. I feel bad for my animals but they already know what it's like to crave and want, the need and the desire. It's all maddening but more so that I allow it to consume my soul and make me succumb to the argument.
"Buck... it feels so good don't stop, don't stop..." I yell out as I am close. I sometimes wonder why she doesn't leave when she has the chance. She could easily alert our friends and have them get involved. I think she is scared of hurting me... I am scared of her hurting me too. I know we can't keep this up. One of us will snap and something will break. I lose all perceptions as my brain ceases to function properly. The mind gives out as my heart pumps faster and my body shakes and writhes in absolute ecstasy. It's over... the moment came and left as I feel her sucking the juices out from me and slurping it down. I can't ever get used to that sound as it just drives me wild.
This moment I can take control, I can talk to her. Instead I just slide myself on top because I want her to have a healthy dose of my nutritious liquids. She sees this as my concession to arguing but it's not.. I have a plan that will be down right rotten but I need to take control of my life. I need her gone... as much as it will hurt her and myself it's the only way for me to move on. I slowly slink my swollen mare-hood to her face and just push it on her lips. I give her no quarter, she has a nose to breathe through she can use it. I like being rough with her and my mare-hood loves it more.
I know this trick. She uses it on me a lot, its a way to gain some kind of control and some kind of fight and I let her. Why not? It's not like she can win. We have proven that time and time again. I slide my tongue into her love canal and take a swim in her essence. My tongue wages war against her walls as my head becomes light from lack of air and the musky scent. It smells delicious but tastes better. I never could see how she was more into dining on my nethers when hers are just more ... tasty. I can't take it any more as I wrap my forelegs around her waist and lift her hole in the air while I start attacking her clit. It's small and round like a normal clit but the sensation she feels when I suckle on it makes her squeak out the cutest noises ever. Her flank wiggles and shakes and just gets me so turned on. I want to devour her fully. Consume her and make her feel like the best mare in all Equestria. But I can't because she isn't just into sex and love is something I don't do well. I can't understand it. I feel as if she wants something I can't give her and as my tongue continues to elate her with the pleasures I send, it won't fix our problems.
So unfair. I know she is doing this just to quiet my rebellion. I can't fight the sensation I feel, when her mouth circles my love button and sucks it like a vacuum cleaner. It drives me wild and I just lose all the fight I had in me. It's making me cry again. She knows why I cry and yet she can't stop. If she does she might let me speak and if I speak this all ends. That is how it goes. I know she wants to console me but I feel she doesn't want to lose me. Sad thing is I am already gone. Gone to the world of insanity as pleasure and sorrow assault my mind.
"Damn it shy," I curse myself inwardly as I know she is trying to stop this. Not physically but mentally. while her body and heart are mine her mind wants to shut me out. I can't stop, as much as I want to, because I know the words that will evacuate her lips will send my heart into the abyss that is loneliness. I can't be alone, I have spent months cultivating this relationship out of what was just a long time friendship. I need this mare more than anything in my life and yet I can't remove my mouth from her sopping mare-hood to tell her. I am scared that the moment we stop for the night and she has any kind of energy in her it will be the last time I can do this.
I can't take it anymore my mind shuts off for a second as my body lets loose a torrent of liquids out my caverns that flood my lover's mouth. She takes it all in stride and laps the remainder up before letting me go. She knows that she has to continue or things end and yet I see her tears. She has given up the game. I can finally talk to her. I hate myself. I lay side by side with her in fear of losing connection with her as soon as I speak but oddly she wraps a wing around me and that comforts me. Maybe we can make it.... no I can't let this happen I speak. "Rainbow.... we need to talk." I say as if it was just about whether to order a new sofa or what to eat for dinner. Living together with another pony can make for a nice experience and it was. If only it had stayed that way.
My tears are spilling now I know this is going to be bad... I wish I could save this relationship like I saved Rarity from dying all those times. It's one thing to be fast and strong, and another to be loving and kind. Shy is all these things, all these things and more. "Please .... don't do this." I beg pitifully. I can't express how dead inside I will be if she leaves me.
I feel sick... half way between giving her another chance and permanently ending it. I can't just give in but... I won't lie I need her too. She is strong and loyal, always protecting me and giving me her love. I just don't know what I will do without her but I know I have to try. "I wish I didn't have to .... I wish I could fix this." I start to get silent. The pregnant silent air was making the room tense. I feel as if I was wrapped in a bubble unable to move and yet I was free to be whatever I wanted at this moment. I was fighting back.. so why does it feel bad?
I think for a moment, I wish I knew what to say, I was never good with words or with romance. I am shocked it took her this long to see that. I can't let her go but how do I convince her to stay. " We can fix this... you know I have done so much for this. I moved in with you and sold my home.... Shy... there has to be something that can let me keep you with me... what is it you want I will give you it. Name anything! it's yours!" I speak loudly, by now civility was gone... I can't look her in the eyes and yet I want to turn her over and make her submit again. I can't keep using sex as a quick fix for our argument.
She is crying but I am crying more, my courage slowly fading as I want nothing more than to believe her. "Give me my freedom... let me go Rainbow Dash... we do this every night and we never get better. How long has this been going on weeks? What do I have to do to be free of you?" I say with my heart torn and my soul empty. I need to feel this way to not care if I want to stay my course.
What do I say to that? How am I supposed to combat such a will? She wants out and I can't accept it. I just need to try and move on... but I can't... I know what will shut her up... I just need that thing. "Stay here ... I am getting it." I say and she knows what it is. I try not using it but I enjoy watching her brains melt as I do She has made me do this. She knows she could just run but it won't help... I can catch her... and she doesn't like resisting it when we are over emotional.
I know what she is getting and she is really trying to spoil me. I feel so excited and yet I forgot I am supposed to be stopping this. She is so clever and pretends she is so oblivious. I wonder how many other mares she ensnared with her wicked deceit? I lay silent as I feel the big hoof steps she is going all out. She knows just how to make me crave it. I don't even say a word I just lift my flank up and blush from the embarrassment.
I feel amazing, here I was moments from a break up and now I have her where I want her. I slowly push my simulated tool into her quivering lower lips. I slide myself in and begin rutting her. I am not gentle about it, gone was the niceties of earlier as now I am just slamming away at my mare. she is mine and will be mine. I can't keep having this argument when I want to claim her publicly. I have an engagement feather and I want to propose. I don't want to be rejected but I also don't want to wait too long and never have the chance.
My mouth, like a whore, moans loudly as each powerful motion of her hips causes me to jolt in pleasure. I feel my body moving on it's own accord moving my flank further back as my nethers get abused by the elongated fake member. It's overwhelming my senses and the way she does it feels like she has been a stallion before. I know she isn't but damn her I want more of this. I can't leave her, this pleasure... she can only grant it to me from months of knowing my body actually years because we were young and had been around each other so much... we sometimes bathed together as fillies. Though we only touched and explored we never knew why it felt weird or good. We decided to just let it go. Now I feel her slamming into my body just giving me her all, as my mouth opens wide and drool hangs out the side of my muzzle. I feel shame coursing through me like the river wild. I move my hips move back more and I just squeak her name, loudly and with more gusto. I feel almost as if my insides were going to melt. I can't take it anymore. The thoughts flowed into me as I felt unending bliss shoot from my hips and I cave in... she wins the night. I can't fight her when she doesn't play fair. I moan like a call mare and just spill her name from my very soul as I empty my mare hood all over the floor and on her 'tool'. I feel exhausted and she stays on me and starts nibbling on my ear with the tool still inside me. It's alright though because I know it in my heart that I belong to her.
Victory... I had finally pulled the ultimate win. I claim her and feast on her ear devouring the taste of her submission as I press myself on her. She rubs my side with her wings signaling me that she is done for the night. The emotional role-play was killing me. Each night we play this game. Each night we argue the same argument. Only if to increase our sex drive and abuse each other for the aphrodisiac we get from it.
This session was almost too real. I felt myself feeling so bad afterwords and assured her I would never actually leave her side. We aren't the perfect couple outside the role-play but we aren't ever splitting up. We in reality actually work out our problems and have made this last for long months. I noticed today in our role-play that she had a box with a feather on it. If she truly wishes to propose I think I might just die from joy.
I let myself loose from her and nuzzle her gently. This night was extreme and when we do this we sometimes are glad that we don't have any neighbors close by. I slide my phallus off and just roll her over before sliding myself on top and kissing her lips softly. She loves this, after our emotional role-play we just cuddle and hold each other. this kind of kink isn't normal and we make sure we set rules before we get lost in it. Tonight I intend to actually propose and I am really nervous about it. My heart belongs to this mare and she is way more than I could have imagined being with in my life.
She gets off me completely and pulls the grabs the box, I am shaking with excitement. I want to just shout "Yes"right away but I still don't know if that was for the role-play or for our real life. I notice she opens it and asks me with nerves shooting through her mouth as if fear had gripped her. She does it she finally asks the question.
I did it, I finally asked the question and in return I got my answer. My face curled into a huge smile as my lover has said the magic word to the million dollar question... she said "Yes."
Author's Note
So yeah this was experimental and don't feel afraid to tell me why you liked it or hated it. I am new to first person and definitely new to writing mature content. I had fun writing it and might write more mature fics if I can get better at it.
The story is read as follows.
Italics = Fluttershy
Bold = RD
or if colored.
Fluttershy FP= Yellow
Rainbow Dash FP= Cyan
With that you should be able to understand the story more. The end was a twist sure but why not?
By the way if you feel the feels I felt while I wrote this than congrats you get the sentiment behind the story. If you haven't understood it then it's ok it's my bad.
