Overcoming Oceans

You’d been yearning for this moment since you’d arrived in Horseshoe Bay. You and Twilight Sparkle, finally alone together. The recent stresses of today are already melting away with each passing second of her company. Your eager body is positioned above hers, sharing the soft, warm bed that’s about to get a whole lot warmer. With the brief flicker of your lover’s horn, the curtains pull themselves shut, darkening the room just enough from the persisting afternoon sunlight.

Your skin makes the faintest brush against hers. You can feel Twilight Sparkle’s rapid heartbeat through her chest, rising and falling with each passing breath. One of your forelegs are wrapped sensually around her shoulders, the other’s being used to support yourself in the oncoming passion.

She locks her beautiful, deep violet eyes with you, silently knowing what’s to come, before they start to slowly but surely close. Instinctively, her warm lips part as her face closes the distance toward your own.

With a short, steadying breath, you waste no time in delaying the passion any longer. Your mouth, your face, your whole body pushes itself forward; your lips blissfully connecting, the sensation of soundless, sightless fireworks as your reward. The very taste of Twilight Sparkle’s lips, the heat of her breath, the tiny vibration of pleasure from her throat as she sighs in contentment…

You want more. So much more.

Further down your body, you can sense the pounding within your chest. You can feel Twilight’s torso pressed up against yours, grinding, sliding, teasing…

And further down your body still, your blood races. Tingling. Twitching. Your hips, on impulse, gently press against hers. And then you press against her again. And again. And again…

Finally, Twilight’s mouth opens in a short, satisfying gasp. Your tongue had been hungrily pressing against her lips for a moment or two; now it sees the opportunity to taste her once again. Twilight doesn’t mind; rather, the relishes the occasion.

Your tongues tease, dance, wrestle with one another’s as Twilight continues pressing herself against you. Her inner thigh brushes against your now-erect shaft, causing it to twitch from a rush of euphoria that catches you off-guard. With your tongues still mingling in their hot, wet embrace, you moan in pleasure and in pleading as your desire to go one step further builds within your loins.

Without breaking your lips from you lover’s, you shift position ever-so-slightly. Instead of your manhood teasing the insides of Twilight’s thigh, it now settles over her soft, tender vulva.

Your hips continue their natural pattern, directing, rubbing your shaft against her, feverishly sliding back and forth without penetration.

A shiver of sexual anticipation runs though you, the dull throb of your erect member strengthening with each passing second. Twilight’s heavy breathing is occasionally broken by a muffled moan vibrating from her throat, only for it to stop at her lips locked in a sensual paradise with your own.

You finally part your lips from the long, wonderful kiss, giving Twilight a chance to breathe; her first thankful gasp is accompanied by a short, lustful cry. You take the opportunity to ravish her neck with short, sensitive kisses, feeling the rush of her every breath, the vibration of her every moan. All the while, your privates continue to rub against hers, faster and faster as the pleasure mounts.

Suddenly, Twilight squirms in a fit of arousal under you. Her hooves, all four of them, grip your body tightly as her muscles tighten. She heaves a hot breath or two as her limbs twitch, and she sighs in contentment a moment later. You continue the familiar pattern of rubbing your shaft - the sexual pressure racing towards its breaking point - against her entrance, except with one very noticeable difference; the sensation is far, far more… lubricated.

The pleasure, the heat, the mingling of limbs and tongues and sweet, hot sweat… it doesn’t take long for you to feel like you’re about to burst. With all of the mental control you can muster, you deny your begging rod the pleasure of discharging for another moment, and another, and another. You whisper a few hushed, desperate words into your lover’s ear, pleading with her to let you inside. She dumbly nods - dizzy from her own ecstasy, the book-loving mare cannot even string a sentence together in this state - and allows you to slide yourself int- into her- aah!

No sooner had you buried yourself many inches deep into her, did you feel your last defences breaking. Feeling the inevitable rush of your climax drawing closer and closer, you thrust as deeply and quickly as you can, gaining as much stimulation as you can possibly stand before…

That’s when you finally break. With an involuntary cry, you feel the accumulation of your pleasure finally gush through you. Your back arches as you feel yourself spurting from your tip again and again, wave upon wave of relief and euphoria washing over you.

And just like that, it’s over. The air is still electric with the feeling and fervour that transpired. Your eyes fall upon your lavender lover, still panting and red-faced, but happy, from the experience. You roll to the side of her, gently sliding yourself out from between her legs, before landing face-to-face with her on the covers.

A few sleepy minutes follow, exchanging warm breath (and occasionally stealing a short, cheeky kiss) with Twilight Sparkle. Her dozy half-lidded gaze slowly lulls you into a tired haze, keeping awake with the romantic exchange of words that often followed the act of love.

“I love you so much,” she whispers once again, your noses essentially touching as you cuddle above the cover.

“I love you too, Twilight,” you reply without hesitation. “Every day I’m thankful that I’m in love with somepony as smart and understanding as you.”

Your lover’s purple face reddens behind her smile. She knows that she’d never be this understanding were it not for her closest friends.

“For what it’s worth,” her voice breaks just a little from tiredness, “I’m sorry if it felt like I was pressuring you into swimming with me in the sea. I guess I just wanted the two of us to… you know… do things in a different body of water than the old lake.”

As Twilight’s eyes slowly shut as she drifts off to sleep, your mind suddenly starts to whirr at those words; a different body of water. After a moment, a mental light-bulb brightens in your mind around the same time your loins start to stir at the thought. You tenderly lean closer to the sleeping unicorn and whisper in her ear:

“You know, Twilight, this villa has a pool.”

The snoozing stops. Her ears perk. Her eyes open wide. That woke her up.

*******

“Man, that beach party was awesome,” Shining Armor throws open the villa’s gate and waltzes through it, his beautiful wife in tow. “Shame it didn’t go on for longer.”

“Well, it is past midnight,” Cadance points out, her eyes taking in the twinkling blanket of stars overhead, “I just wish Twilight and her boyfriend were there; they’d have loved it.”

“You think they’re still inside?” the stallion pokes a hoof towards the villa’s front door as he locks the gate behind them with a glimmer of his horn.

“Either that or they’re in town, maybe exploring the local bars,” the pink princess muses without taking her eyes off the sky. “Go and check.”

Shining mumbles something in agreement and casually trots through the door, leaving Cadance outside to her thoughts.

The sky is unusually… pretty tonight. Princess Luna must’ve spent a long time organising each and every star to perfection. Why? Eventually, Cadance just dismisses it as Luna being a little more creative tonight. But as the Princess of Love, she still feels like there’s something… more to it than that.

Never mind. Cadance has more important things on the forefront of her mind right now. For example…

Splash!

“Gaaasp!”

No more than a few feet away from the musing princess does the waters of the nearby pool suddenly break from its near-flawless surface. Her jaw drops when she recognised the two sodden, writhing ponies.

“Air! Oh goddess, sweet air...” Twilight Sparkle, sister-in-law to the gob-smacked princess standing just a few feet away, cries out both in relief of finally being able to breathe, and with the unmistakable moaning of sexual build-up every time she exhales. Their hips, while still submerged in water, were obviously thrusting against themselves at a frenzied rate.

After a few moments of Twilight gasping for air (and her lover, who doesn’t seem all that desperate for breath, romantically kissing her neck and shoulder through the entire exchange), she finally mutters something along the lines of “Okay, I’m ready again” before the two simply disappear back under the pool’s surface.

Neither of them had noticed Cadance standing right next to them that whole time. Said princess still hadn’t picked her jaw up from the floor. After a few more long, awkward seconds of the alicorn just standing there, trying to process what she had just seen, the door to the villa reopens.

“Nope, Twily’s not in the house,” Shining Armor shrugs as he rejoins his wife. “You were right, they must be in town or something.”

“Er, ah, buh, um,” Cadance stutters for a moment before collecting her wits. “I suppose they are. In town, that is. Certainly not here.”

“Mm hm,” her husband nods nonchalantly. “Hey honey, while we wait for them to come back, do you want to take a midnight dip in the pool with m-?”

“OH SWEET CELESTIA NO.”

“Huh?”

“I mean, er…” Cadance catches herself before digging the hole any deeper, “perhaps, while they’re, uh, in town… you and I should take full advantage of their absence?”

For good measure, she flashes Shining with the most flirtatious smile she can muster. As predicted, he fails to resist.

“Aw shucks, I can’t say no to you, love,” the stallion melts. Without another word, he holds the front door open for Cadance to enter, before closing it behind her with a soft click, leaving the poolside area well alone.

*******

Twilight’s head once again pops up from the water’s surface. Your head, however, remains completely submerged; no need for air just yet.

“That's weird,” she muses to herself, looking around. “I could’ve sworn I heard somepony shout just a second ago. Sounded like ’Celestia no” or something.”

“Pbolbluby nblobling,” you bubble in response from beneath the surface. Hmm… with Twilight treading water above the surface, her body - or rather, a very specific part of it - is very temptingly close to your face. Maybe a… kiss… should take her mind off such worries.

“You’re right, it’s probably nothing,” she dismisses. “It’s just me being paranoi- aah! Ahh!” Her eyes roll up into her head from the sudden surge of pleasure from below. “Oh! Oh, your t-tongue..! M-more..!”

And with an ecstatic, aroused sigh, she slips back underwater, leaving nothing but a flurry of bubbles in her wake.