Overcoming Oceans

The bedroom door swings open with gusto as two romantically entwined lovers waltz through said doorframe. It’s a cosy place; no uselessly intricate decor or expensive empirical emblems that would usually be plastered all over a royal couple’s quarters. Just a simple, two-pony bed, refreshingly comfortable without all the embroidery and complexities that the servants of the Crystal Empire insist on using.

One such lover, the rosy-pink alicorn of love, takes the lead in this amorous exchange, pulling the unicorn stallion alongside her. As soon as she’s within range of the simple, yet comfy bed, she throws herself upon it, landing softly upon it’s humble covers.

There, she turns to her lover and positions her sleek, flawless physique into a sultry pose like no other; from the alluring, half-lidded gaze her amethyst eyes portray, to her beautifully cascading, thrice-toned mane, to her perky posterior, subtly positioned in such a way to invoke many suggestive and wild ideas to the accompanying stallion. That stallion in question, of course, is none other than Shining Armor, who charmingly runs a hoof through his cerulean mane as he slowly approaches his wife.

“Cadance,” he whispers, trying to steady his rapidly beating heart as he pulls himself onto the bed, “have I told you how beautiful you are lately?”

As much of a wise, responsible princess she is, Mi Amore Cadenza still has the youthful, melodic giggle from her high school days. “You told me just this morning, honey. At the breakfast table, remember?”

“Well, I’m telling you again.” By now, Shining’s well-built frame, honed from years as a captain of the royal guard, exhibits a surprising amount of tenderness as he embraces the perfect alicorn. “You’re beautiful.”

Cadance, as she always does, melts in his fore-hooves. Of all the stallions she’s met in her lifetime, only one could be able to make her blush so keenly. It’s no wonder they’re meant for each other.

Their soft, grasping hooves intertwine with each other, almost ritually, caressing their very bodies with an unspoken knowledge of their most private desires. Shining’s hooves know exactly where on his beloved’s flesh to tease, to tickle, to trace. Cadance responds to each and every movement with one of her own; sometimes moaning and thrusting her hips against her husband’s perfect form, sometimes squirming in her own ecstasy when Shining’s wayward hoof decides to eagerly massage just the right spot between her twitching legs.

The area between Shining’s legs are, naturally, undergoing a certain… rampant reaction. Cadance never fails to incite such fiery arousal in him. Some days, just sharing the same proximity in private can do that to a warm-blooded stallion such as he. Must surely be a latent effect of love magic. No matter; Shining Armor can withstand - and thoroughly enjoys - the added challenge of withholding his excitement for the perfect moment.

The air turns thick with the scent of sexual stimulation. Soon enough, Cadance’s scarlet blush deepens; Shining’s busy, busy hoof grows hotter, more frenzied with each stroke, and soon it becomes far too much for the princess to take.

“I- I… I think I’m c- aah! J- just take me! Take me now!”

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Elsewhere, the villa’s front door handle turns. Two sodden ponies - a mare and stallion respectively - bumble into the front room, both equipped with bountiful, fluffy towels. The gorgeous mare, lavender-coated and indigo-maned, is still panting from their recent… breath-taking experience.

“That… that was intense,” Twilight Sparkle breathes, rubbing the towel through her damp hair. You silently take pleasure in watching her furry, purple chest rising and falling.

“We should invest in a swimming pool,” you cheekily jest, playfully nuzzling her cheek. “At least, that’s if you want a change from the old lake back home.”

Twilight’s lips briefly press upon your snout - a short, sweet kiss. “I’d like that too. Maybe I can spin a tale to Celestia, convince her that I need a pool built in the library for friendship studies.”

“Hah! Good luck with that.”

The lavender mare chuckles in response. “You’re right. On the plus side, we always have the bathtub back at my place whenever Spike‘s away.”

“Oh yeah,” you blissfully recall the last bathtub-bound encounter you shared with her just a week or so ago. “It’s not a huge bath, but that only makes it more… exciting…”

You trail off. Something’s… something is certainly… off. Wait…

“What is it?” the unicorn asks.

“Do you…” (wow, you think to yourself, you should pick your next words very carefully) “… hear… er, something?”

The next second or two is filled with silence; the kind that would normally leave a ringing in one’s ears. Unless, of course, something from a room or two away starts to make noise.

Creak… creak… creak… creak… creak…

“What is that?” Twilight’s ears perk up to the sound, trying to place where she’s heard that sound before. Her expression droops when she recognises the sound of bedsprings. Even worse; bedsprings that are creaking at a faster and faster pace.

“Ahh! Ahh! Oh, Shining! Ahh! I love you! Ohh! Ahh! Ooooohh~”

You and Twilight look each other in the eyes.

“We should go for a walk.”

“Yes, yes we should.”