Consummation

by Super Trampoline

Rating: mature
Tags: Shining Armor, Sex, Slice of Life, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, Princess Cadance, Romance
Length: 1018

You all know about my marriage to Shining Armor. This is the story of how we sealed the deal.

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You all know about my marriage to Captain of the Royal Guard Shining Armor. This is the story of how we sealed the deal.

For my husband's point of view click here. (not written yet)

Published 2013-12-06 04:50:04 UTC
Last updated 2014-04-01 04:59:24 UTC

Jubilation

This is it. This is the moment of truth, the time of reckoning. I... I'm calm and at peace. I am on my stomach on the bed, my rear legs braced against the ground. He approachs me from behind, and settles his weight upon me. I feel encircled by his love, and I await his shaft. Soon he steps forward and hooks his forelegs around my wing joints. I feel his stallionhood poking, prodding testing. And then he enters.

Years of courtship

years of lust

Building his friendship

Building his trust

And finally the moment has arrived.

His entrance is grand. Beautiful. Wonderful. He fills me so fully. I envelop and welcome him, and feel his hooves slide against my body. His slow powerful thrust eats me up with pure ecstasy, and all I can do is blissfully moan. Inch after pulsating inch of his engorged member penetrates me, until it can go no deeper. And when I have completely swallowed him in my warmth, he leans his chest down against my back, and whispers. My ears twitch me out of my daze, and his husky, grounded, very horny words flow over me:

“I love you.”

There are many kinds of love in this world. I should know; I’m the princess of it. For the past fifteen years of my life I have been its ambassador, seeking it, studying it, and spreading it across this fair land. I have born witness to it in its heights of glory and depth of tragedy. I have seen the brother give his last bite of ice cream to his little sis. I have seen the mother weep at the grave of her stillborn son. I have seen the coworkers pitch in to buy their comrade a train ticket to her step-cousin’s wedding, and I have seen the friends cajole with each other over drinks long into the night. I have seen the hardest of hearts and the most generous of souls each grow and flourish upon its exposure. And I have seen once vibrant ties wither and die when it is denied. I know of love, in all its many forms. But never have I felt it like this.

This is Heaven.

This moment we share is a beautiful moment, one that will stick with me the rest of my blessed life, and I shall cherish it and him always.

Somehow, we are subtly connected by our magic, and I sense him somehow, feeling everything I am aware of at that very instant. We bask in that instant, let its endorphins soak into our skin. Everything is right in our world, and we are content to enjoy that.

And having enjoyed the singular embrace of love

We fuck.

He pulls out, and a shiver flows through me, racing through my core and out to my turgid wingtips. But now I feel empty, and already long for him again. A guttural sigh escapes my lips, my longing imparted in aural form. And he delivers. My stallion delivers quite well.

Again his shaft pierces me, quicker, harder, more forcefully this time. And I love it. He does too. So he pulls back and thrusts again. Auuughhhh. And again. Ohhhhhh. And again and again and again and oh Celestia this feels good.

In and out, forward and back, push and tug, he rocks me over and over again. Fuck it feels so good. Fuck fuck fuck FUCK!

Thrust after thrust after thrust he pounds me, tears into me, throws himself against me. His balls slap against my crotch; his rod scrapes against my clitoris. He's huge, but I swallow him eagerly time and time again. Already my juices are running down my thighs. Let them flow. Already the bed is creaking and groaning against our assault on each other's senses. I hope he fucks me 'til it breaks. Already my screams are echoing throughout the inn. I am not ashamed. Already I hear my husband panting in ecstasy. Let him never stop. Already I feel it building. The tension in my vagina and his penis is palpable, and we push on eagerly.

It’s building. I can feel it. He can feel it too. We both feel it. The building tension that copulation brings. The thirsty fire that roars ever louder in our loins and our throats. He is pounding me like a pile driver, and every thrust is a geyser that sends me higher. He is a roller coaster, somehow speeding faster and faster, each peak higher and wilder than the last. It is building, and fuck does it feel great. Oh my Gosh.

Oh Shining. Harder! Harder!

uuuuuaaaaghhhhhhhhhhhaaaaaaAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!

Years later, when I bear my first foal, I shall reflect upon the sheer intensity of the experience. And I shall quickly declare it wanting compared to this moment right now.

Orgasm. Oh glorious orgasm. When Celestia created the ponies, she distilled all the power of her sun into that one carnal sensation, that we might begin to understand divinity. Orgasm. I can never come close to describing it. Words cannot do it justice. It is the glory of infinity washing over you. It is pulsing enlightenment. It is chugging the nectar of the gods. It is wonderful. It is beautiful. It is the consummation of love. It is affirmation of life. It is.
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It is some time later that I come to my senses. My body feels reeeeaaalllly good. “Cadence.” I hear my name. “Cadence?” I hear it again. “Cadence, are you alright?” Huh? What? Oh! My Husband. We. We. We just had sex. It was wonderful. “Caddy, you there?!?” Eh? "Yes. Yes I am here Sweety." Yes. we are here.

Here is the bed we now recline upon. Here is sweaty and panting, heart rate still elevated. Here is the consummation of our marriage. Here is the quaint seaside town of Porto del Coltina. Here is our honeymoon. Here is our Marriage. Here is our life. Here is wonderful.

"Shining?" I whisper.

“Yes Mi Amore?”

"I love you."

“I love you too.”