Desire and Deep Water

For the rest of the day, you enjoy swimming with her on the surface, diving below and showing her the wonders under the water, playing and splashing about in the shallow parts… and exchanging more wet kisses in the lake (your new favourite lake-based activity) with the mare you love.

Your long, wet sessions are separated by breaks, lying down with her on the towel by the grassy lakeside, sharing snacks throughout the day taken from your nearby shack‘s fridge and cupboards, and curling up with her as the sun slowly lowers itself towards the horizon.

“You know, I think I’ve started getting better at this whole swimming thing.” Twilight muses as the sky slowly turns orange.

“After one day?” you tease, “Maybe tomorrow you’ll be better than me!”

“Nah,” she giggles, “You’ve been swimming all of your life, I haven’t!”

“That’s the joke.”

“Oh. Right.”

After a brief pause to watch the sun sink a little more behind the distant hills, you turn back to her. “Wanna go for one more swim, before it gets dark?”

She thinks for a moment, before flashing a devious look that suggests she’s just had an idea.

“You know,” she says, “Perhaps I’m better than you at swimming already.”

You laugh; surely she’s kidding? “Are you asking for a diving race or something? First one to reach the bottom?” you quip, “Yeah, you’d beat me at that; you’d just sink like a rock!”

“Oooh, harsh!” Twilight jokingly cringes. Man, you got her good with that one. “I was talking about a breath-hold contest; whoever stays under the longest wins. Unless you‘re scared that I‘ll beat you at it.”

“Hah, if you say so.” you pick yourself up from the towel, and head back towards the waters with her, eager to show off, “You’re not gonna use any freaky magic to turn yourself into a fish or give yourself gills or anything?”

“I couldn’t if I wanted to,” she smirks, “I‘ve got other strategies…”

Okay, now you know for certain that she’s hiding a trick or two. She’d have to if she had any way to beat you at your own game. By this point, you’re both treading water again in the lake’s centre, ready to dive. Bring it.

“On three, okay? One, two, three!”

You inhale, poised to plunge… when out of nowhere, Twilight lunges towards you, throwing herself around you and locking with you into a surprising, yet welcome kiss just as you both disappear under the water.

So there you are, sinking blissfully through the deep lake again, with your lover passionately attached to you. The surface above is painted orange from the sunset; the lakebed itself slowly darkens the lower you sink.

You don’t care; Twilight is with you, her tongue dancing with your own in a haze of wet passion and exhilaration. Her taste - you still haven’t placed it perfectly - excites your senses, similar to wild berries tingling with a latent magic. Your forelegs hold her as tightly as she holds you, trying to take as much of this wonderful sensation as possible before it inevitably ends again. If this is her idea of a contest, you wouldn’t correct her!

You feel a faint bump from behind you; the lakebed. It seems you’ve both sunk right to the bottom, since you were both too busy with each other to bother staying afloat. With your back against the lake’s bottom, Twilight herself lands on top of you, pinning you down. This doesn’t deter you in the slightest, since you‘re as lost in Twilight mouth as she is in yours.

A stray purple hoof, once wrapped around you, begins to wander as you kiss. It brushes past your mane and down your body, taking in your every detail as is slips lower and lower. Past your chest. Past your stomach. Reaching and stroking the inside of your thighs and-

You flinch in surprise when you feel her hoof grabbing… what she grabs. A firm yet enjoyable, slow caress that sends shivers through you. Why in the world is she doing this to your..?

You get the answer a moment later; an impulsive wave of pleasure hits you, making you instinctively sigh in ecstasy, releasing a steady outburst of bubbles. You pull out of the kiss, biting back your lips when you realise what you did, but it’s too late - a portion of your air, now in the form of a bubble cloud, is already well on its way to the surface.

So that’s how she intends to stay under longer than you. That cheeky mare. You deviously decide that two can play at that game. Time to pay her back in kind. What’s one of the most sensitive areas of a unicorn again? Ah yes. The horn.

Your fore-hooves press firmly on the base of Twilight’s horn, before running seductively upwards towards the tip, and back down again. The beautiful mare freezes in shock at your touch, her free foreleg gripping you tightly as she fights back a response. Grinning, you vigorously rub her horn, massaging the very tip, teasing it up and down, knowing the reaction you want to get from her. For good measure thrown in, you move in closer to her and slowly slide your tongue over her lips, savouring her arcane berry essence as your hooves work at her horn.

Every inch of Twilight’s body squirms at your continual caressing, your massaging, your licking, as her chest quivers, heaving as it fights back her urge to moan, her urge to breathe. It’s all too easy for you; part of you wants to beat her at this so-called contest, yet you also don’t want it to end. For obvious reasons.

Your mind is fighting for what should be the most prevalent thought; either ‘this is the most wonderful feeling in my life’ or ‘sweet Celestia, I need to breathe so badly’. Another thought; you wonder how she’s still underwater with you, considering how long she usually lasts.

Out of consideration and concern, you cease massaging her horn, bringing your hoof down to her face in an attempt to get her attention. When she looks at you, you silently mouth at her, asking her if she’s okay.

To your surprise, she simply takes your hoof and, with a grin, guides it back to her horn, asking you, pushing you to carry on regardless. She actually likes this sort of thing? Whether it’s a spur-of-the-moment passion, or a brainless lust that takes over, you decide that you like it too.

The faintest stream of bubbles escape from her lips as she lets loose a shudder. Yet she makes no attempt to make a break for the surface, despite her struggles. Neither do you, despite your burning, protesting lungs; her hips gain a mind of their own under the fit of passion, pressing, bumping, shifting against yours again and again, each bump building the pressure in your twitching shaft. Never mind the contest; you want to get the job done first. She wants you to get it done. You want her satisfied with your work.

Her hind legs, by this point, are wrapped around your waist, and her undercarriage area is feverishly sliding against yours, threatening to make you burst from the stimulation. Fighting back the obvious primal urges (in both mating and breathing) you lean in towards Twilight for the kill, rubbing her horn faster and faster, harder and harder.

She’s trembling uncontrollably by now, holding her rapidly-approaching groans inside desperately to conserve her air. Her horn begins to release one small discharge of sparks after another; she’s so close to finishing, but her fiercely convulsing chest aches to hold itself in for another second. You can relate; your climax is so close, your foolish, lecherous thoughts preventing you from trying to surface until you’re done. You continue to massage Twilight’s horn until the sparks reach a consistent flow of electric bliss, until…

Her reaction is something you’ll never forget; every single muscle in Twilight’s body tenses, her horn seems to explode with light, her large, stunning eyes rolling back into her head, and a fountain of bubbles gushing from her mouth, accompanied by a sub-aquatic wail of pleasure that to echoes throughout the whole lake. Her soft undercarriage collides with your private area once again, so energetically, that you can’t help but feel your own climatic rush of relief as the situation before you unfolds. You moan in the sensual release, giving you an unwelcome reminder that you might want to swim upwards very soon. Right now, for example-

Suddenly, the energy from Twilight’s horn discharges; an explosive, magical pulse in the water, knocking the little remaining air right out of your lungs, and your senses right out of your skull.

Your ears are filled with a deafening ring, and your eyes burn from the bright light. But the most worrying feeling of all is the screaming throb from your chest as your breathing reflex finally caves in, and the water is dangerously choked down your throat. Out of sheer panic, you flail your hooves around, relying on the only sense you have left - touch. You don’t even know what you’re searching for, the surface, or… oh no.

Where’s Twilight?

Where is she!?

She was here a moment ago!

You can’t see, hear, feel her anywhere! Is she alright!?

What if she‘s- oh dear Celestia no! No-no-no!

Head for the surface! No, wait, don't! Not yet! Not until you find her! Not until you know she’s safe!

For royalty's sake, please let her be safe... please...

Black patches start to invade your consciousness. Your brain begins to shut down, your dazed eyes losing the will to stay open.

Just before you black out, you could have sworn you saw an angel close in on you from above.

And so it ends. In the depths of your favourite lake, having the greatest sensual rush you can remember with the love of your life. Personally, you could think of worse ways to go. It’s just a shame it had to go so horribly wrong.

Your last thoughts are a prayer to whatever's beyond. You pray that she managed to get out safely. And if she did… you pray that she’ll live a healthy, happy life without you.