Young Love Is The Tastiest

Soon after their little tongue-tussle, Sterling Sword was surprised at just how quickly the time flew by. He didn't need to bring anything of his, so he let his mind wander a bit.

He wasn't new to love, by far; he's been in his fair share of relationships, and more often then not they ended amicably. But he was always a little on edge regarding Emerald. She was special, not like all the other mares in his life weren't, but she was a big change in his 'type', something his friends always noted when they saw her.

Firstly, to his mild mortification, he, for whatever reason, always got associated with picking up mares at parties that tended to be on the short side, short earth ponies at that. At first, he did it intentionally to screw with his family, which contained a mother who always wanted him to marry a 'nice unicorn mare' and a father who assumed that he was just acting like every other middling noble scion did when they got out of the household. He wasn't a party-junkie, really, he just happened to have some friends who went to parties like that, and those parties tended to attract young, short pegusi mares down from above for whatever reason.

His dating spree kept going along until last year, on the date.

He had split off from his last marefriend a few weeks before, and he was out in one of the few real parks in Canterlot, a small craggy place near the waterfall that was worth the trip. Wildflowers bloomed, fed by the mist that rolled off the falls nearby, and there was enough shade to make it a wonderful spot to sit around and work on schoolwork when he didn't feel like being on campus. In fact, he had a small rocky spot that he assumed was well hidden and dry, just enough light to read and just enough shade to beat even the summer heat.

But, on Heart and Hooves Day, he found his secret spot taken.

At first, he wasn't sure he wasn't seeing a shadowy reflection of some rocks, not until she yawned and opened her eyes. They were bright green, deep and calm, like a untouched lake hidden in some mossy valley. They were the first things he saw of her, really.

Soon, though, he needed to make sure he existed on the little rocky plane, so, hoping not to startle her, he walked around the rim of the grassy outcrop, making sure he simply seemed like he was looking over it. Really, he didn't dare to, but by the time he was done walking it, he turned to see that she was sitting upright, fully alert and eyes wide. She almost seemed like a solid shade of a pony, or even a...something else, but he knew that was a silly thought.

To make a long story short, he took his time making his way over to where she was, he introduced himself, and was simply struck by her appearance, graceful and refined. She said that she just moved from Trotslyvania to Canterlot for the sake of being with fellow nobility, only to find that she could barely afford to live the life of even a middling-ranked mare with the meager trappings that being a noble from such a poor country came along with, and that she was trying to find a way to keep herself from getting too homesick.

That struck a cord in him, truly. A pretty mare, isolated and alone, sitting in a little out-of-the-way outcrop right next to the greatest cities of the world made him feel sorry for her, and even then, she simply seemed...otherworldly. She looked like nobility, even sitting in a small cavern mouth alone, but not like the nobility that wandered Canterlot; no, she looked like the nobility that were emulated in plays by ponies, the sort that magnified the glory of images of the old unicorn nobles, the sort that rested peacefully besides pure lakes in deep valley's and gained their titles because they were truly noble.

When he told her this while they were sitting in a little Neighponi's place near his house, she just giggled and called him a flirt. He didn't deny that, and he didn't deny that he was interested in her when she told him that most ponies wouldn't offer to take a pony they just met to a play. He was a little surprised that she kept agreeing to go with him to places, and told her that plainly, to which she did nothing but nod her head and laugh.

Even then, he was starting to like the sound of her laughter.

When the two of them went backstage to go to the traditional afterparty, the two of them got more than a few second glances, but the both of them had fun. Honestly, for a first impression, he didn't think it would make him look good; many, if not all, the actors either had marefriends, coltfriends, or were able to get hooked up with their choice of mate after shows like this, so there was a rather large amount of snogging and cuddling and such things going on, but to his surprise Emerald said nothing about the fact he brought her into a building filled with horny young adults, and almost seemed like she approved of the whole thing.

He could only think that, 'Hey, maybe the Trotslyvanians aren't really much different from Equestrians, after all?"

However, there came a time where the both of them agreed it was time to leave for their respective homes, and wished each other good luck and such general greeting one exchanges when you meet strangers who accompanies you into rooms filled with actors without intentions to accompany any of them to bed.

This general exchange of goodwill kept happening until they realized that they kept walking in the same direction.

As it was, they lived in the same general area of Canterlot; albeit he lived in a apartment while she lived in a far less glamorous one a block away.

Even then, he was greatly surprised when she asked if she could spend the night as his place.

In less then ten hours, his Hearts and Hooves Day had suddenly became a lot happier.

He was glad to be reminded that he kept a clean household, and he was even moreso when she joined him on the couch to watch a silly movie that he really wasn't watching, and neither was she.

They made small talk all the while, commenting on life in Canterlot, how she was a little amazed at the whole of the city, about how much fun it was to see a play about little Flutter Ponies helping some 'normal' ponyfolk (though, he had to admit, whoever had the idea to use the false wing spell on foals and trained them to dance should have been paid more, and she agreed), and of course the fact that they went out for lunch together and that he had to stop her from drinking the soy sauce.

All in all, it was a fun date, but he thought he had ruined his life when he actually said that out loud, only to be surprised when she nodded and brought a hoof up to her snout to stop herself from laughing too loudly.

Then he said he liked the sound of her voice, and then, while giggling, she accused him of being a flirt, which he nobly did not dismiss.

Several things happened after that.

First, he found himself being under a rather pretty mare with an orange mane with purple stripes, and then found his upper body being pressed on by a pair of soft hooves, and then found his line of sight occupied by a rather pretty face with a small, rounded chin and a somewhat knowing smirk, all framing two great big emerald eyes that glimmered with an mischievous intelligence.

Next, without further ado, he made sure to shift from his sideways position on the couch so he had better access to the mare pretty much on top of him.

Then she kissed him. It was a swift and somewhat hasty one, as his eyes were closed, but he returned it with as much haste as it was delivered, making her eyes shoot open in wonderful, almost innocent surprise.

It wasn't like he was new to this, after all.

There was much a'grop'en and a'squeez'en and a'nip'en and a'licken for quite some time, and everything was going quite swell until the only part of a stallions body that swells regularly started to brush against her belly, that it became clear that Emerald Gleam was going to be a bit different than every other one of his willing bedmates.

She was a virgin, and, while she was sorry to say it, she wanted to keep being one.

That pretty much killed the mood faster than a pony making a joke about another being a nightmare in hearing distance of a Night Guard, but they still kissed and enjoyed holding each other for some time afterwords.

He didn't know when he fell asleep, only that he wished he wanted to curl up and die.

Then he woke up to the smell of what could be best described as "apology bacon", and they pretty much hit off their sexless but very passionate relationship. He respected her, and understood it, in a way; it was presumably a sign of her homelands traditionalism. Celestia knows there were only so many virginal unicorns wandering around Canterlot, but that did beg the question of where she learned to kiss so well.

When he asked her this, roughly in the middle of winter, while cuddling near a fire, she just said that it came naturally to her.

In his mind, that was a good thing.

Perhaps it would be best to say that, after quite some time, she was ready. And going by the way she bounced down the street, something she never did, she was really ready.

"Gleam, you look great." he said absentmindedly, simply admiring his mare's graceful movements, wandering a little over how her teardrop-shaped mane could still cover her right eye occasionally but not effect her line of sight.

"So do you, Sword." she perkily replied, "You're not bringing anything?"

He eyed the suitcase besides her, enveloped in green magic, and shook his head. "No, not really. I mean, I don't think we will be spending much time in clothes, will you?"

Quickly bridging the gap between the two of them, she answered with a quick peck on his nose. "I guess not, but I brought a few with me."

He looked at her, brain scrounging for any half-remembered tidbits about the contents of her closets, but came up with nothing. "Well, I'm excited." he said, still doing his best not to sound overly eager even when the situation pretty much demanded it, "Should I bring the food out, or..."

"I'll handle it, sweetheart. Also, the carriage is apparently coming here early, so we really are making good time."

She said nothing more, leaving behind the suitcase as she went inside his house (or was it their house now?), wondering about the time of day. It was still sunny out, but it was waning, so morning was starting to turn into afternoon.

It was only a few moments after Emerald came out of their house when he noticed the carriage come into view. He wasn't sure if time was running fast or if the pegusi really were early, but thoughts regarding that became a mute point when he got a better look at the carriage.

First and formost, he had seen one's like the one that was starting to decent on his front lawn, but only because they were large; it was the skycarriage version of a limousine, sleek and long, with ten stalwart pegusi who looked like they were rejected from the Royal Guard for being too muscular to fit in the armor pulling it.

"Celestia, Gleam." he said breathlessly, "I'll still have a house to come back to in three days, right?"

She giggled and let him walk into the glamorous carriage first, picking up her suitcase to add with the small collection of bags that were now floating around her.

"Of course, Sword." she said calmly, almost remarkably so, considering how she was bouncing a few minutes ago,

A butler opened the door for the stallion, who quickly found himself inside one of the nicest places he had ever been in. The cushions that made up the interior were as soft as fluffy cloud underfoot and, to his amazement, they were clouds. The entire metal interior of the carriage seemed to somehow hold a thin layer of cloud close to it without making it touch, like some sort of weak magnetic effect.

"Hey, going to let me in or are you going to ogle the room?" Gleam said behind him, causing him to quickly find his way to one of the surprisingly warm cloud-couches that ringed the room.

"Of course, of course." he said quickly, causing Gleam to laugh at his expense and hover in the stuff trailing behind her.

After they both found themselves on the same couch, Sterling saw something he never associate with Gleam in her eyes, something that made him anxious and deeply, deeply happy.

Lust.

"Hey, Sword, I have a idea. Want to lay on your back and close your eyes for me?"

The way she said it made his spine tingle. There was something primal in that wonderfully sexy voice of hers that he was unfamiliar with, despite all his knowledge.

But he did what he was told. That line of action worked wonderfully in this relationship, considering that things usually went well for him after he did so.

A few moments after he closed his eyes, he felt two hooves press against his thighs, followed by the sensation of warm, hot breath on his crotch.

Yep, he was right.

"Now, don't open your eyes." he heard Gleam say, as seductive as he could have imagined her to sound. It almost sounded like she was purring.

"Of course, your Highness." he replied, voice sounding achy with anticipation. This was it, this was the moment when there relationship hit it's roo-

He couldn't continue thinking along his prior trail of thought, because he felt something long and wet find itself touching his dick, which, due to the new stimulation, was now standing at attention.

"Ffff....Em..." he managed to make out before forcing himself not to open his eyes, "what...this is...amazing..."

She did not respond, but he felt her take another long lick around the tip.

"Hmmhmm." she hummed in approval. "Keep your eyes shut."

He never thought that closing ones eyes would be such hard thing to do, but it was clear that she was toying with him. With the way she starting to lap at his penis, one would think she was just playing with him, like he was a toy.

He chided himself for thinking such a stupid thought. After all, he reasoned, she was the one who was offering to do this!

For a few seconds, he felt nothing touch his newly wetted, newly sensitive meat pole. The air was cold in the carriage, and he knew this had to be some sort of test. Some sort of-

He nearly let out a gasp when a very warm, very firm mouth suddenly took in almost his entire shaft in one swift motion, causing him to moan feebly and put his hooves over his eyes. This was too much.

"Oooh, Gleam..." he groaned, trying not to sound like he was being a foal here. It was a blowjob, and even if it was a incredible one, he knew that, if he wanted to be impressive, he needed to seem like he wasn't being the sensitive partner here.

She didn't answer directly, but she didn't need to. He felt her mouth move agonizingly slowly up his member, her tongue feeling slightly rough but simply fantastic on the underside of it and the rest of her mouth compressing itself around his pole like it was vacuum-sealed tight, all while her tongue was massaging what seemed to be it's entire length. After a few eternal unforgettable moments, he felt her lips find there way around the tip, her tongue swirling around it like it was trying to get as much pre off it as possible.

Sterling breathed out, and was glad he did so then, because he felt himself gasp for air when her entire mouth enveloped his member in her mouth, again, that amazingly flexible tongue of her's somehow making long, rough circles around the entire shaft.

"I'm going to....come!" he said, between quick breaths for air.

To his mild surprise and pleasure, she didn't remove her mouth or even stop swirling her tongue around his dick when he came, loads of pent-up seed emptying out of him as he had one of the strongest orgasms he had ever had in his life, and it was a few seconds after the fourth and final time he came when she opened her mouth and let his softening member free.

"You can open your eyes, now." she said, sounding remarkably unfazed.

He opened his eyes, breathing heavily. There she was, the mare who was probably going to be with him for a very long time, with a satisfied, almost indulgent grin on her face after swallowing his loads, eye's bright and happy and hair only slightly matted.

It was that moment when the pegusus who let them inside the sky limo opened the door, signaling wordlessly that they had arrived to the Trodderdale .

Sterling Sword didn't even notice that they were moving the entire time.

"Ah, thank you sir, we will be on our way." Gleam said happily, all of her belongings quickly finding themselves in her grip as she started to trot out of the sky limo, stopping when she got a good distance from it.

Sterling looked at the pegusus, blinking once when he noticed the stallion barely reacted to the fact that he was sprawled on his back, flaccid penis touching the cloud slightly.

The stallion said nothing, only motioning for him to leave the limo while rolling his eyes.

Sterling did so as quickly as he could, not really willing to look him in the face as he trotted off to his marefriend.

"Guess what?" she said, sounding unusually hyper.

"Yes, your Highness?" he replied, feeling a little lightheaded with all of the blood returning to his body, where it rightfully belonged.

She paused, giving him a appreciative look, "What I just did is the least of what we are going to do here."

He looked up at the gold-painted monolith that was the Trodderdale hotel, up until he saw a large section of windows that were nearly invisible to anypony on the ground. The half-legendary master suite. That was where he was going to be having sex with the most wonderful mare in Equestria for three days straight.

He looked at the black-coated mare, who was just giving him a reserved smile as she stood near the entrance, one he usually expected to see on her, and grinned widely back as he broke into a swift trot in order to reach her.

This was going to be the most memorable three days of his life.