Truth Is Smooth

A unicorn mare with a yellow coat and an extravagantly styled, obsidian black and snow white streaked mane waved after the departing train. It was carrying her husband, Profitable Deal, away and all the restrictions of everyday with him. The morning sun chose this moment to break the low autumn mist and warmed the waking city with its lifegiving light. Comb Finesse took it as a good sign and smiled serenely at the prospect of the upcoming day.

Although she wouldn’t tell him this in the eyes, she hated her husband and the lifestyle he prefered. He was bland, boring, and truly full of himself.

When Comb had announced him this morning she would accompany him to the railway station, she didn’t omit to remind him that only few mares were so devoted to their husbands to get up so early on their behalf. He only grumbled something incomprehensible in response, but today she didn’t mind the absence of a proper answer. After all, her statement was as fake as her affection toward him.

The true reason why Comb followed Profitable today actually was to make sure he boarded the train and didn’t sneak back into the city somehow. That and to meet with her lover, for whom she now frantically searched with her eyes in the small crowd on the platform.

Suddenly somepony placed their hooves over her eyes from behind. She took a sharp breath and prepared to protect herself, but then a quiet seductive voice purred into her right ear:

“My, you look extra charming today, dearest Finesse of Creation.”

The smile returned to her face. She turned around elegantly and hugged the bronze-colored earth pony with a blonde and silver mane standing behind her.

”You scared me, Stormy Voice,” she reproached, but nuzzled his neck right afterward. “But I can never stay angry at you, dear.”

The pony in question smiled, although Comb couldn’t see it from her position and returned the nuzzle.

“Good for me, otherwise you would have probably killed me at this point for messing with your mane constantly,” he joked and ran a hoof through her intricately woven curls to prove his point.

She giggled and swatted his hoof aside. “Hey! There will be enough time for that later. Besides, we are in public:”

“It wasn’t me who initiated this hug, you know,” he reminded her playful and extricated himself from her embrace. “So, are you sure he left?”

“Yes, he waved at me from the window when the train was departing,” Comb assured her companion and set off in the direction of city centre. As they walked, she took in the full view of the earth pony accompanying her. Although Stormy was a few years older than her husband, looking at his body was a treat to look at. Unlike Profitable, Stormy took good care of his physical health, and the pleasant musculature spoke volumes about that.

“I couldn’t believe my ears when I heard you managed to schedule another trip for him so soon after the last one. I had to make an excuse for why I was so gleeful after that call from Sharp Pen.”

“I’m just glad he is decent at what I make him do. Hurting the company would be a bitter pill to swallow for me,” he remarked. Comb didn’t outright complain about what was said, but the small flinch in her face didn’t pass unnoticed by Stormy. He quickly saved the situation: “But I would do that, if need be. You are more important than some stupid company.”

This thankfully quenched the fire before it spreaded, and Calm smiled at him once again. He decided to insure it further.

“And Pen can be a bit overeager sometimes. I asked her to inform you, but I thought she would do so in person, not by calling you. Sorry about that,” Stormy said, eyes turned to the ground, but watching Comb from the corner of his eye.

“No damage done so it doesn’t matter, dear,” Comb chirped happily, nothing hinting that a possibly dangerous emotional moment transpired. “What do you have in mind for today?” she asked as she stopped in front of a particularly beautiful rose bush and admired one of its blooms.

“Well,” started Stormy and he slowly approached her, bit one of the rosebud off the branch and slipped it into her mane gently, “I was thinking about getting a breakfast in some café in the centre and then visiting one of the galeries. They brought some pieces from Manehattan and Fillydelphia, and from what I heard Princess Celestia provided part of her private collection. After a good lunch we could go for a long walk in the Royal gardens. There is a hidden pond I would like to show you. The Canterlotian City Opera plays The Marriage of Fillygaro today, and I got us tickets into the box. And then we could go some place more private...” he smiled seductively and caressed the rosebud with the pad of his hoof. It open immediately into a beautiful red rose due to the earth pony magic he used. “What do you say?”

She blushed at his suggestion, but nodded fervently and pecked him on the cheek. “Yes! All the way yes. This day is going to be so great!”

With that they resumed their walk, their sides now touching. The sunny morning brought the city into a good mood, the passing ponies smiled kindly the pair. The two barely noticed the others, but the smiles on their own faces never faded nonetheless. It didn’t take long and they sat down at the table in front of one of the many cafés this part of Canterlot was known for. The waiter came almost immediately.

“Good morning, miss, sir, what can I offer to you?”

Comb took the initiative: “Good morning, two lattés please and-” she put a hoof under her chin, “I can’t decide between a muffin and a donut.”

“Why don’t you take both?” Stormy tempted and grinned at Comb’s mock-hurt expression.

“Are you suggesting that I can’t resist my sweet tooth? You should know better than that. I can control myself, it took me half a day to eat that box of chocolate you bought me last time!” she stated winked at him

“With so much control, of course you wouldn’t eat two pastries for breakfast,’ he laughed, flattered by the hidden ‘thank you’ hidden in her speech. “I have an idea. You take a muffin and I will share my donut with you,” he offered then.

“Sounds good.”

“Should I cut them for you?” the waiter inquired.

Stormy smiled at him, said “No, I think we will use other means to portion them,” and got a smile of understanding in return.

“As you wish. I will bring your order in a minute.”

They sat in silence for a while, watching the multicolored leaves carried by a weak wind and the ponies enjoying their day off, before Stormy spoke again.

“I’m slightly surprised that you agreed with my whole plan for today. We can change anything in it, if it makes the day more enjoyable for you.”

“I know, but I just like doing things with you.” She extended a hoof across the table and laid it on his foreleg. “You plan how to make me smile, take me to nice places, care what I think...” as she trailed off, the tears appeared in her eyes. “It’s exactly the opposite of what he does. For him, I’m just an eye candy. Some trophy he won. I can’t even remember when he last time took me to the restaurant. And he should have definitely kept the name Quick Deal. Why didn’t I realize it signals other than trading abilities too?!”

“Then get divorced. I will marry you on the spot,” offered Stormy with concerned sincerity. He trotted to her side of the table and pulled her into his embrace.

“I can’t,” she sighed quietly. “He would sue the last bit from me and then spread among the high society that we have been dating even before the divorce. You know how the gossip lives in Canterlot. In two days they would call me a whore,.and your company would lose its name.” He had to admit that she was right. One-sided divorce would draw enormous negative attention. So instead of saying anything he only tightened his hold.

The waiter discretely deposited their order on the table and nodded at Stormy before retreating. After few more minutes Comb calmed down completely and relished in the closeness of the pony holding her. Then she spoke once more, trying to brighten the mood.

“It is so much more romantic like this anyway, don’t you think? And the danger of getting caught is so…” devilish smile spread on her face as she put her muzzle next to Stormy’s ear and finished in a whisper: “arousing!”

He swallowed hard, few droplets of sweat glistening on his forehead. He had to stop this fast before the mental image Comb suggested made something else to appear in this less than ideal moment. Quoting her seemed suitable option:

“Hey! There will be enough time for that later,” he emulated her tone as best he could. “Let’s take care of our breakfast, shall we?”

“You are such a buzzkill sometimes!” she laughed and followed his advice to dig in.

That was close. But at least she isn’t sad anymore, he thought before following her example.

(Sensual part following. If you don't wish to read clop, skip to the next chapter.)

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The day progressed accordingly to their wishes. Stormy Voice made sure the thoughts of her everyday life wouldn’t even cross Comb’s mind. Even the weather looked like it was trying to cheer the pair up by clear skies and a colorful sunset. On their way from the opera house to Comb’s home they made a small detour to obtain a bottle of wine, which later on very well complemented the salad Comb made for dinner.

As they finished eating, Comb got up, scooped the dishes and started cleaning them. Almost immediately Stormy got up as well and hugged her from behind.

Comb gasped and giggled lightly. “I have to clean this up first, I won’t be able to will myself into it later. He would deduce somepony was here, if the dishes stayed in the sink,” she reprimanded her companion.

He nibbled her ear in response drawing a small moan from her and said: “What about I take care of the cleaning, and you go rest for a short while? I will be there in a minute.”

“Thank you, dear. I will do that.” She wiggled out of his embrace and walked slowly to the door, swaying her hips and swishing her tail slightly the whole time, giving him glimpses of pink flesh in the process. Just before she left the kitchen she turned her head back to Stormy.

“Don’t make me wait too long.” she said sultrily and winked at him. Then she was gone.

He was alone in the kitchen and stared at the door for a few seconds. Then his mind caught up with the situation, and he sprung into action. Speed-cleaning recordpony has nothing on me! he cheered for himself. In five minutes he was done and happily made his way to the bedroom.

He stopped at the threshold, enthralled in the sight in front of him. Two lamps on the bedside tables provided warm yellow unobtrusive light revealing Comb lying on her left side, one of her forelegs supporting her head, the other running circles on the bedsheets. Her hooves were clad in green and brown striped socks. She was smiling a toothy smile, her cheeks tinged with small blush, and her eyes sparked with merriment.

“Do you like what you see? Because he clearly does,” she asked and pointed between Stormy’s hindlegs. Only now did he realize that his pride left its sheath and stood in attention. Embarrassment was, however, very far from Stormy’s mind. He tilted his head to the side and let his eyes drift down her lithe form presented to him in its entire beauty. She squirmed a little under his gaze and her blush deepened.

“Yes, I surely share that opinion, my little Finesse of Creation,” he said and climbed on the bed. As he lowered himself to peck her lightly on the lips, she wrapped her foreleg around him and pulled him down and into a deep kiss. He reciprocated the gesture, one hoof playing with strands of her mane and the other caressing her back.

His tongue prodded on her lips, and she parted them without hesitation. Their tongues wrapped around each other and danced in mutual enjoyment. He slowly moved his hoof down her back and hip to her comb and mirror cutie mark and started massaging it gently. This elicited a low moan from Comb and her hooves tightened the grip.

After few minutes their mouths separated and they smiled lovingly at each other. He took one of her forelegs and placed the sock-wearing appendage on his own face basking in the softness of the fabric.

“I can never resist these. You look so cute in them.”

“So without them I am not cute?” Comb mock-pouted and tapped his muzzle lightly.

“Of… of course you are,” Stormy stammered, scared that he offended her, “you are the most beautiful and cute creature I know! It’s just they are so fluffy and accentuate your eyes and-” he noticed the glint in her eyes and barely suppressed laughter and scowled, “and you are just messing with me again, aren’t you?”

“You are too cute while panicking to pass the chance,” she said and booped his nose.

Stormy decided that his lips and tongue needed different kind of exercise now than waging a battle of words about him being cute. He pulled away from Comb and kissed her on the neck just under jawline. The sudden move took her by surprise, but soon she craned her neck to provide him easier access. He peppered the new territory with kisses and nibbles and continued down her chest and tummy, urged by the stream of moans and giggles coming from her. He resumed the cutie mark massage and happily listened to how the sounds gained on volume..

He stopped his descend at two small mounds and took the left one into his mouth, moving his free hoove to the right one to fondle it lightly. He ran his tongue around the now-erect nipple and squeezed it with his teeth gently, then switched teats and repeated the process.

Comb basked in the attention he was giving her, but the tingling in her nether parts was becoming unbearable. She placed her hooves on top of his head and pushed him down.

“Stormy, please, stop teasing,” she pleaded.

Stormy lifted his head a bit to look into her eyes and smiled at the wail he earned for ceasing his actions and not moving to the price immediately. The puppy-dogs eyes he then overpower him, and he lowered his muzzle to where she wanted him to and gently nuzzled the coat just above her marehood. Another whine and more forceful push finally convinced him to oblige completely, and he draw a long lick down her now moistened lips.

After few more licks he decided that he tortured his lover long enough. He parted the outer lips with his hooves and plunged his tongue as deep into the wet and warm tunel as he could.

“Yes!” screamed Comb and thrusted her hips forward. “More! Please!”

Stormy was more than happy to fulfill her wish. He circled with his tongue and lapped on now abundant juices. He kept altering the pace and actions, moving quickly in and out one moment and probing the depths of Comb’s marehood as far as he could reach with his flexible appendage the next one.

Thrilled sounds and quickened breathing revealed to him that Comb’s orgasm was nigh. To bring her over the edge he moved one of his hooves and felt for a small nub just above her entrance with it. Upon locating it he pressed and circled it firmly, and the effect came immediately. Comb’s body stiffened, her breath became ragged, and her hooves pressed Stormy’s head deep into her soft folds. Unarticulated screams of pleasure and shouts of Stormy’s name filled the room.

He continued his ministrations until she rode her orgasm to the end and then pulled himself next to her, placing his foreleg across her chest. Minutes ticked by and her breath returned to its normal quiet rhythm.

“Thank you, dear. I needed that so much,” Comb cooed and smuggled into Stormy’s chest, wide content smile shining on her face.

He stroked her mane and kissed the top of her head before he answered “I’m glad you are enjoying yourself.”

“But you should have fun too!” Comb exclaimed and sat up. “Let me take care of this for you,” she purred and stroked Stormy’s erect member with her hoof. At the touch a small twitch ran from its base to the top, pleading for more, but Stormy had other plans.

He pulled her back into lying position. “Ah ah ah. Today is about you and I will ensure this day will be one to remember for you. And don’t worry, I am enjoying myself too. I don't think there is nicer way to spend time in Equestria than being with you.” Planting another kiss into her mane, Stormy got up and walked to the nightstand.

“Please, lay on your stomach, dear,” Stormy ordered as he pulled a white tube from the nightstand and applied some of the gel onto his member. Nothing was allowed to ruin the night for Comb, so more smoothness couldn’t hurt.

She did exactly as she was told and anticipating what was about to come she moved her silky tail out of the way. Stormy climbed back on the bed and smirked.

“My, somepony is quite eager tonight, don’t you think so too, dear?” he teased.

“Somepony made his intentions rather clear. But I have no problem playing an oblivious filly, if you want,” she answered barely containing her giggles.

“No pretending today. You aren’t oblivious in the slightest, and I want to be here with you, not just some filly, anyway,” Stormy assured softly as he positioned himself behind Comb.Although maybe we will try that someday, he pondered.

He placed his forehooves on both sides of Comb’s shoulders, so he wouldn’t press her too badly and aimed the tip of his slick shaft at her entrance. He bent forward and nibbled her neck a bit while teasing her. Then he pushed slowly forward. His member parted the lips easily and plunged inch by inch into Comb’s marehood.

He couldn’t but smile at the cute noises Comb made as he hilted himself and started to withdraw. Repeat after repeat he altered the speed and angle of each few thrusts. He retracted his hooves and instead of on the bedsheet he placed them on Comb’s cutie marks.

The pressure started to build inside him while her squeals were turning into ture moans of ecstasy. He knew he couldn’t allow himself to finish yet, but at the same time realized he wouldn’t last too much longer. That’s why he changed tactics and gyrated his shaft every time it vanished from sight in Comb’s inviting warmth.

It didn’t take long and her moans became loud shouts, and her inner walls clenched around Stormy’s shaft. Despite how wet she now was it proved to be almost impossible for Stormy to move in either direction, but the exercise only urged him to try harder. Before the waves of Comb’s orgasm subsided, Stormy’s arrived, and he almost collapsed on top of her from the intense pleasure raging in him.

As they descended together from the orgasmic heights, Stormy pulled his now softening member out of Comb. She turned on her back and extended her hooves inviting him into another hug. Once she held him firmly in her hooves, Comb whispered into his ear:

“You kept your word. I will remember this day for a long time. Thank you.”

“No, I should thank you for allowing me to be with such a perfect mare.” Then his face dropped. “I just wish we had more time.”

“Do you really have to leave?” Comb asked, picking on his meaning, with sadness matching his. He never stayed the entire night. Not because he wouldn’t want to, but because Profitable’s behavior couldn’t be predicted. He was capable of marching in with the break of the dawn.

“I am afraid so, dear. We don’t know which train he will take. And if he found us…” He didn’t have to finish, they both knew what would come.

“At least wait till I fall asleep.” she pleaded, making adorable puppy eyes. “Pweeease?”

He contemplated resisting, but relented in a matter of seconds. It was his desire too, after all.

“All right. I think I can do that,” he smiled at her. “Goodnight, my little Finesse of Creation.”

“Goodnight, dear, have nice dreams. And enjoy your Sunday,” she managed to say with a cute yawn.