2- Meeting

It’s pretty funny, how simple things were back then. I was walking in Ponyville, my new home since I’d settled down to live a boring life with my wolf husband and new pony-wolf daughter, before I saw one of the most beautiful mares I’d ever seen. Her pink coat complimented her blue mane absolutely perfectly, and her cutie mark seemed to radiate with some gracious power. I stopped in my tracks, looking at this mare I’d never seen before, and her gaze caught mine.

I stared into her large, green eyes, practically glowing and reflecting across all of Ponyville from where I was standing. She shifted her gaze away from mine and I, well, didn’t want to see her go. I ran up to her a little impulsively, my wings erect, and greeted her.

“Hi.”

The pink and blue mare seemed surprised, despite the simplicity of my words, and blushed lightly. It was immediately clear to me she was very shy, a rather uncommon trait among unicorns.

“O-oh..! H-h-hi…”

My smile had to be as warm as ever, discovering this beautiful mare to also have this adorable, nervous stutter. “Is something wrong? I’m not gonna hurt you,” I tried to make my words as soft and gentle as possible. My efforts clearly weren’t rewarded when she looked straight down.

“I-I know..” Her voice sounded weak and broken, but I didn’t really care. It just made her so much cuter.

“Hey, lighten up,” I tried to cheer her up, starting to blush myself.

“I-I’m just.. a l-little s-shy..” Her words seemed to ease into my ears, confirming my suspicions earlier about her being shy. I wasn’t sure if I was lucky for finding such a cute mare or unlucky for her being so immediately nervous around me, but I continued to show apathy to her nervousness.

“There’s nothing to be shy about, dear, I’m not going to bite,” I filled my words with as much encouragement as I could.

“O-oh.. well I-I don’t want to.. waste any of your time..”

“Nonsense!” I called that out a lot louder than I wanted to, and ponies around us turned to face us curiously. “I have too much time not to waste it, hehe.”

We must have been quite a sight because the ponies started to gather around us, clearly making my shy new friend even more uncomfortable. Her voice sounded more broken. “I-I don’t know….”

I smiled and started walking, gesturing for her to follow me. This audience simply would not do if I was going to get anything at all out of this meeting. I at least wanted to get a kiss, even if just on the cheek. That much would at least show potential for more. Thankfully, she followed me.

I kept walking, slowing down so she could catch up. As soon as she and I were side-to-side, I spoke in a quiet voice. “You’re pretty cute..” I immediately regretted those words when she blushed a deep crimson and didn’t respond, barely keeping pace with me. I started feeling bad, looking at her sadly. “Am I really that scary..?”

She stopped, sitting down and looking at me blankly. Her blush remained. “N-no, I’m just.. not a t-talkative pony..” I chuckled softly, still feeling completely and totally attracted to how cute she was.

“You don’t need to talk.. I’ll do plenty for the both of us, my beautiful pony..” I built up my courage, hoping her shyness wouldn’t shut her body down, and gave her a soft hug. “Words are overrated.”

The mare jumped and let out a cute squeak, seemingly startled by my sudden hug. A warmness filled my head as I hugged her, starting to blush.

“Oh.. Sorry, that was uncalled for, wasn’t it?” My body pulled back, though my mind didn’t stop feeling that hug for a very long time. I glanced into her eyes as the hug broke and smiled, seeing her warmth and excitement, subtle deep in her expression.

The mare looked surprised, maybe even a little hurt after I broke the hug. “N-no, I um.. d-don’t mind..” She looked up into my eyes, pleasuring me with a sweet smile. “It’s f-fine..”

I returned her gaze by staring back into her large, beautiful eyes. I was almost completely lost inside of their shining beauty when her calm voice interrupted my trance.

"Um.. your eyes are.. p-pretty.." Her blush deepened and spread across her face. She was just too cute.

"Thank you, but yours are prettier," I flirted back, filled with some copious dose of warmth thanks to the mare's compliment.

"Th-thank you.." She looked down to the ground and let her voice trail off and become quieter as the two words passed her lips.

        I tilted my head, wondering how such a gorgeous mare could be so self-conscious. It was almost painful.. this pony could be a model- no, she could train models.. but the mere thought of talking to a stranger makes her tense up and back away in shyness and anxiety. That's what I thought, before I got to know her.

        "What's your name?" I asked her, almost expecting some beautiful, graceful response from her, wielding a beautiful, graceful name.

        "Um.. I.. don't know.." Well, that was disappointing. "Ponies usually j-just call me whatever they want.. usually not very k-kind names, either.."

        I felt my heart flutter for a second then sink down, like a balloon deflating inside of me. "W-well," I cleared my throat, trying to hide the sorrow I felt that such a beautiful creature could have been bullied, "That will not do. How about I call you.."

        My eyes searched her body, my mind tried to think of a good, fitting name for her, and my hooves reached up to her back and started delicately rubbing it, trying to take on a comforting feel. A name to compliment her incredible beauty and cuteness..

        "How about Annie?" I questioned her for her opinion, hoping she's like it. Her approval, in that second, was the only thing that mattered to me.

        She blushed lightly, seeming a little intrigued at the name, and even seeming to recognize it slightly. As if it was familiar to her. As if it was close to a name she already..

        "I-Ilike it.." Her voice interrupted my thoughts. "It's pretty.."

        I grinned at her. "Very well, from now on, you are my Annie," I spoke with authority. But I had to wonder. What was her real name..? A sudden idea came to me and I ran away from her, suddenly, calling back, "Be right back!"

        She stood still, watching me gallop away. Giving a small sigh, she laid down on the ground, closing her eyes to wait for me. I got back to her right before she fell asleep, tapping her shoulder gently. When she saw what I was carrying in my mouth, her eyes widened and her blush returned, deeper than ever. "A-are those for me?" Her voice gave a audible squeak on the last word.

        I blushed as well, taking the purple and red flowers out of my mouth with my hoof and holding them out to her. "Beautiful flowers for a beautiful mare.. there all yours," I kept my voice soft and silky. "My Annie.."

        She used her magic to take them out of my hoof and stared at them from above. I chose them very carefully. A bundle of beautiful purple flowers from the Everfree Forest, with a few similarly shaped red flowers spaced out between them. In the middle of the whole bouquet, a group of three deep red roses poked out at Annie's face in a perfect formation. I chuckled, feeling proud of the gift, as Annie remained speechless.

        "Sorry it took so long," I told her in a tone softer than my breath, "I couldn't find roses good enough without having to pick them myself."

        "U-u-um.. thank you.." She got up off the ground and kissed my cheek happily.

        My wings shot outward when she kissed me and I had trouble staying on my hooves. If I'm reacting this way to a peck on the cheek, maybe I shouldn't want more.. it could be bad for my health.

        She relaxed down on the ground and admired her flowers more, not noticing my new, flustered state. "Really.. thank you.. they're so.. p-pretty.."

        I smiled widely at her. "Of course.. just giving beauty to more beauty-"

        Annie cut me off, which seemed slightly odd with how shy she was. Normally shy ponies are thinkers, listeners.. they don't really say anything unless it's bothering them enough. "O-oh!" Clearly this was bothering her enough. "I d-didn't mean to imply you're not pretty, y-you are, you're j-just as pretty as these flowers.. s-sorry.." Her large, adorable eyes looked up into mine, and if the silly thing had angered me, I knew that her gaze would have been more than enough to banish evey bit of the anger from my feelings. She was just simply too cute.

        I looked at her, the sun beating down and trying to match the warmth of my smile. "They're not nearly as pretty as you.. and I'm not either." Truer words had never been spoken.

        Poverty and the struggle to survive left a long-lasting scar on me. Never again did I ever eat enough, in fear of food running low. My instincts were permanently sharpened. My reflexes were superpony-level. And of course, there's my special ability.. we can get to that later.

        All of those permanent scars laid underneath my slightly menacingly gray coat and my radiant, chestnut-colored mane, contrasting the color of my coat in excellent balance. I looked beautiful, but thanks to those events.. I could never feel so, ever again.

        Let's take a look at how messed up my thought process was: You look down. Your hooves are dirty. Your thoughts are probably "I should wash my hooves" or "It'll come off while I walk." Mine aren't quite so simple. Upon inspection of filth on my hooves my first thought becomes "I can't touch anymore.. I'll have to get some socks out of the dumpster to help treat it." That's not healthy, is it? Yeah, I don't think so, either.

        Anyways..

        It's amusing how things turn out. Turning from a mare who trusted nobody into what I am now. What Annie turned me into.. shh, no peeking! You'll have to keep reading to find out more.

        Annie looked up at me, as if surprised by my words, then looked straight back down with a cute blush. "You're sweet.."

        I shook my head. Me? Sweet? I'm way too sour to be sweet, but instead of saying that, I chose to just get eye-level with Annie. "Not nearly as sweet as you.."

        "Um.. no.. I think you're much sweeter.."

        A smirk reached across my face. "And that makes you even sweeter, my Annie.."

        She sat there with a blank expression, probably trying to process what I said. "W-well.. I guess um.. I can be the sweeter one.." She looked up at me with what had to be the most adorable smile anypony could muster, ever. "For a while.."

        My heart was melting. I could feel it liquidating inside of my chest and sloshing through my body into my stomach, trying to settle there, yet still beating. My stomach, honestly, felt horrible but everything else during this moment was too blissful to pass up, under any circumstances.

        I pushed my tongue out and flattened it on her cheek, running it along her face, ever-so-gently..

        Suddenly she pulled away, blushing, and then kissed me. Softly, but firmly. Right on the lips. Remember when I said too much could be bad on my health? Well at this point my heart was racing at at least 200 beats per minute. Even after she broke the kiss with a blush. "I'm sorry.. that was t-too much.."

        I thought for a split second how to respond, but decided to let my instincts take over. "Too much? Nonsense.." My body moved on its own and before I knew it I'd locked my lips with hers in a stronger, deeper kiss than the previous. She tasted sweet, her lips warm and soft, the inside of her mouth being like that of pomegranate-flavored cotton candy.. and a small aftertaste of bubblegum. The divine taste of Princess Celestia herself probably couldn't compete with this taste.

        The kiss broke, unlike my gaze into her eyes. Even today we stare into eachother's eyes like we did that day so very long ago. Full of love, warmth, passion, desire; full of romance, lust, and.. something else. In both of our eyes it was clear to either of us. Deep inside was the pains of our past, forever to stay inside of us, locked away; never to be erased. If they were, catastrophe would be certain. Completely and absolutely certain.

        "You're a cute pony, um.." She looked at me curiously, her eyes shining. "W-what's your name..?" Wait, she doesn't know? We just kissed in a field and she doesn't even know my name? I rolled my eyes. Stupid.. I'm so stupid!

        After worrying she'd seen my eyes roll at my own stupidity, I quickly recovered from my own self-disapproval. "O-oh! My name is Nevaylin.." To think I'd given this pony a name before she even knew mine. "Do you really not remember your real name..?" As hesitant to push the matter I was, I couldn't ignore the curiosity. Her only response was her head shaking though, indicating that her only name from this point was, indeed, Annie; a name for her of my own fabrication. I wasn't sure if that was good or bad. But I liked the name.

        "So.. N-Nevaylin.. you are a c-cute pony.." Annie was genuinely flirting with me at this point. "I really l-like your colors.." To say I was happy is an understatement too strong to exist. Just to begin to express my pleasure I have to delve into my complicated vocabulary: I was ecstatically exhilarated and filled up to the maximum capacity with adrenaline fueled and driven by pure, blazing, intense love, pulsing deep within me and extending itself into the every atom of my body. It was good.

        "You've.. been so k-kind to me, um.. is there anything I can do..?" She again looked up at me with her huge emerald eyes. "To return the k-kindness..?"

        Oh, the things that went through my head. The things my body actually did were stale and boring in comparison. With a shrug I replied, "The kindness is yours.. feel no need to return it." With that said I extended one of my wings and put it around her, pulling her closer with it. "All yours.." I laid one of my arms on her, feeling her steady breathing increase slightly. She smiled.

        "Have you ever had another pony.. preen your wings..?" Annie looked into my eyes, shyness still slightly prominent in her expression. "If not.. I'd um.. like to fix that.."

        Being the poetic genius I still am today, I had a vast spread of ways to respond to her offer. Among these, I chose the most effective. "Okay.. sure." Bingo, Nevay-Romeo. Wherefore art thou?

        Annie giggled and grabbed my wing softly. I watched her closely, wondering if she was actually going to do what it looked like she was. Spoiler: She was. With a gentle lick, my wings extended the rest of their full length and stiffened; I couldn't have moved them even if I wanted to. She continued on with the treatment, softly licking each individual feather, biting and kissing them, straightening and grooming them.. I stretched them out more for her and she giggled again, this time cuter and less shyly. She seemed to be warming up to me. "Does that feel good..?"

        I nodded, blushing a little as she reached the feathers closer to the base of my wing. I extended them as much as they could possibly be, exposing every inch of them. "Your wings.. they're, um.. beautiful.." My blush deepened.

        Unfortunately she did eventually finish up preening my wings and all of my pleasure was fading. I had to act fast. "Hey, Annie.. you cleaned up my wings, so how about I return the favor..?"

        A curious look at me showed she didn't know what I was talking about. "I don't h-have wings, Nevaylin.."

        "Did I say wings?" I chuckled, taking on a seductive expression. "Ever had another pony suck- I mean, clean your horn..?"

        "N-No.. but I think I'm about t-to.."

        I grinned at her and moved my face to hers, planting a quick kiss on her lips before angling upwards and licking her horn. Oddly enough it tasted a little like her saliva inside of her mouth; this time without the bubblegum taste. It seemed even sweeter, too. I moved further upwards until I was eye-level with the tip of her horn. It was smooth, rounded at the top, like any other unicorn's horn.

        I gave the tip a quick kiss and lick, eliciting soft, pleasured moans from Annie. I pulled back an inch and took another look at it, discovering a small spark of magic erupting at the tip. "That's so um.. s-stimulating.." Annie said, clearly enjoying herself.

        Putting her horn into my mouth, I heard a few more pleasant moans coming from Annie. I pushed my tongue under her horn and started to move it in circular motions, swirling my saliva and undoubtedly pleasuring her horn efficiently. Annie's moans intensified right as I began sucking lightly, wanting to feel her magic in my mouth. My efforts were rewarded when her moans became a small cry of pleasure and I felt an explosion at the tip of her horn, injecting her magic into my body.

        "Th-thank you.. that was.. um.." Annie struggled to find words, having just horngasmed into my mouth. "Nice.."

        "It was plenty good for me, too.. I kinda want more, hehe." The delicious taste and tingly feeling of her magic lasted a few minutes.

        "Oh.. well y-you can um.. have as much as you w-want.. but.." She looked up at me, almost mischievously. "My horn has.. other uses.."

        I knew very well what she meant, but had to ask, to make sure she meant what that meant. "Like what?"

        "O-oh.. nothing too d-different from what we just did.. but I fear my horn may be too sharp for some of the th-things I have in mind.."

        I grinned. "Let's see.." I reached up to her horn and felt the smooth, rounded tip, still wet with my saliva. Upon letting go she looked at me curiously. "Definitely not too sharp."

        My grin widened as her grin formed. "You should p-probably get into a m-more comfortable position.." Knowing what she meant, I turned around and lowered the front of my body, my flank rising in response. A giggle escaped Annie as she stared at my plot. "That's good.."

        Keeping my flank in the air, I felt an odd sensation on my marehood. Is that her breath? I blushed deeply. So she's..

        Lick.

        Every thought in my head went blank as her tongue delicately danced on the surface of my marehood, and I knew if it wasn't already wet with arousal, it was most definitely soaked that second. Annie was tasting my fluids, my private mare juices. And I loved it.

        "Mm.." Annie licked her lips, licking my marehood again but not going any deeper. "You t-taste sweet.. like chocolate.."

        I won't lie. I've stuck chocolate up there before, out of curiosity, but I really didn't think the taste was going to stick around. Maybe it was just my natural taste, as weird as that seems. Either way I tasted good.

Lick.

        She got me again. “U-um.. so what do you say w-we start.. for real..?” I turned my head to look at her and found her pointing her horn at my marehood, preparing to plunge it in. I spread my legs just a bit, hoping her magic wouldn’t be too strong. All the stories of mares having the insides of their vaginas electrocuted and fried had to come from somewhere.

        My worried feelings turned into pure pleasure as she slowly pushed the very tip of her horn into me. Giving soft moans, I decided it’d be okay.. as long as she didn’t start glowing and shooting tons of magic into it. Upon getting her horn about an inch into me, Annie released a small spark of magic that I felt spread through my body, giving me pleasant shivers.

        Without warning Annie suddenly thrust her horn in much deeper, reaching halfway. This time, though, a small spark of magic erupted and didn’t cease its warm tingling; I felt it spreading through my body, unbreaking and unfading, filling my with a warm sensation. “H-How is that..?”

        I snapped back to attention, realizing I’d been gazing off into space, doing nothing else but drooling and giving small moans. Reaching my arm up to wipe away the saliva rolling down my chin, I responded. “Amazing.. you’re really g-good at this, hehe.”

        Annie stopped for just a second. “R-Really? This isn’t something I’ve d-done before..” Upon starting again I felt her push more of her horn into me, quickly picking up her speed. In only ten seconds, her horn was as deep as it was possibly going to get inside of me. Her magic continued playing around inside of my marehood. “R-Ready..?”

        I nodded, smiling. Thankfully I knew what she was going to do; if I didn't my body probably would not have been ready and I may have even orgasmed instantly. That would’ve been a total ruiner for Annie’s first time.

        She started thrusting her horn in and out of me, magic shooting off into my body each time her horn fully entered me. I let out more pleasured moans, slowly getting louder, before she pulled out completely. I looked back again, about to ask why she stopped, but was cut off when the tip of her horn poked my plothole. My tail flicked upwards and I flinched a little in surprise.

        She was smiling. She had to be; I could feel it. I could feel the smile inching across her face, holding back her laughter, inspired by my surprise. This pony had to be the dominant kind. That was the only explanation I could think of. A shy, dominant, beautiful, cute unicorn.. as a submissive pegasus, I hit the jackpot.

        Suddenly with full force and no warning at all her horn was all the way inside of my plothole- ignoring any resistance put up. I was just really glad she’d done of a good job of lubricating it in my marehood, or that would have hurt. It only took three thrusts before I felt an orgasm coming. My moans intensified and I started to sweat, blushing deeply. I wanted to last longer, so she could get some more pleasure out of this. Biting my lip, I flexed my plothole, hoping to help pleasure her horn by squeezing and pushing it with my anal muscles. In response I was rewarded with the persistent tingling magic she’d kept inside of me exploding, sending waves of pleasure throughout my body. That wave was the last part- all it took to push me over the edge. I struggled to hold back the orgasm but only intensified it, cumming directly into Annie’s face. The feeling of her magic stayed in every part of my body, causing me to tremble.

        “W-Was I good..?” Annie looked into my eyes after pulling her horn out of me.

        “Like I said,” I turned to her, taking a few steps, then kiss her on the nose. “You’re really good at this..”

        She giggled cutely after I kissed her then turned and walked away. “I um.. w-would like to do this again s-some time, if you don’t mind..” Well I certainly didn’t mind. But my husband probably did.

        Choosing to keep that to myself, I waved back. “Yeah, of course.. I look forward to it!~” I watched her trot off, smiling. Next time, I’d be sure to get a good taste of her other parts.. parts even better than her wonderful horn.