Desire and Deep Water

Thump. Thump. Thump.

You aren’t sure how much time has passed. Amidst the blackness, you feel a strange thudding feeling on your chest, followed by a strange taste in your mouth. Then more thudding. Then that weird taste again. What is that?

Thump. Thump. Thump.

The thumping doesn't sound like a heartbeat of any kind. No, it was more like somepony was actually hitting you in the chest. That’s a terribly rude thing to do to the recently deceased. As soon as you figure out how to be a ghost or something, you should totally haunt whoever’s doing that.

Thump. Thump. Thump.

That taste has come back again, and you could swear you’ve sensed it somewhere before. Maybe a really good meal you had once upon a time? Your favourite scent? It tastes kind of like… electrical berries or something. That doesn’t make sense. Maybe it’s just your imagination.

Wait a minute!

That’s the taste of… her!

You feel yourself being thrust back into consciousness, back into the land of the living. With a forceful cough, you spew out the water clogging your lungs, and finally inhale the fresh air you thought you’d never reach again. Your eyes finally open to the sight of the stars in the clear night sky. It was sunset, the last time you checked - how long were you out?

It takes a full moment to adjust to the low humming still in your ears, and another to regain your bearings.

You’re lying on a familiar towel, covering grass by the edge of the lake, facing upwards towards the sky. Your eyes focused on the purple unicorn kneeling over you, with a panic-stricken face and tears rolling down her cheeks. You notice she’s about as drenched as you are, her mane dripping wet and sticking to her face again. When she sees you open your eyes, you hear her almost mouth your name in disbelief. The next thing you know, she’s wrapped her fore-hooves around you in a tight embrace, tearfully kissing your face over and over and over.

“You’re awake! Oh thank Celestia, you‘re awake!” she cries between kisses, “I thought you were gone for good! I‘m so sorry! I should never have gone overboard with my magic like that! I should have had more control! I should‘ve warned you!”

“Twilight-”

“And after I… ugh, finished… I just did the first thing I could think of! I tried to teleport us back to the surface at the last moment, but for some reason you didn’t teleport with me!”

“Twilight, it’s okay, please stop crying-”

“And I was so worried and I came back to pull you up and you weren’t moving and you weren’t breathing and I thought you were… dead…” her cries deteriorate, turning into barely comprehendible sobs. “And it was my own… stupid idea… all my fault…” You calmly hold her still, and wipe away a tear from her reddened eyes.

“Hush, It’s okay, it's not your fault. I’m still here, Twilight. I’m not leaving anytime soon.” you help brush her damp hair out of her beautiful face. “And even if I have to run a stupid risk like that every single day I’m with you, Twilight Sparkle, I’d still do it. I can’t just quit you and walk away, I just can’t! I love you way too much for that.”

Twilight’s bottom lip quivers as she stares dumbstruck from your words. She opens and closes her mouth wordlessly as she tries to gauge how very much those words mean to her. Finally, she goes for the actions-speak-louder-than-words route, throwing herself forward and planting her lips against yours.

You feel her wonderful tongue slather over your lips, which you are more than happy to open, as you blissfully exchange hot saliva and breath with the one you love. Without breaking contact from the feast of stimulation in your mouth, you arrange yourself so you’re lying on top of her, as she lies on her back, hind legs spread apart, twitching in arousal, begging you to come closer…

You throw her a questioning glace. She smiles back. Without a single word spoken, you and Twilight both simply go with the flow of nature, right there by the side of the lake, letting your bodies loose in the blur of passion and lust with nothing but the moon and stars to bare witness.

*******

The next morning, you awaken as the sun’s light flows over the hills surrounding the lake. You notice Twilight sound asleep, curled up across from you, using your stomach as a pillow. Poor lass, she must be exhausted after all you went through with her last night. And boy, the things you went through with her! As smoothly and quietly as possible, you wriggle out from under Twilight’s head, and gently lower it to the floor. You stare out at the lake you very nearly drowned in just a night ago, and decide you may as well wash some of the dirt off; one of many hazards from sleeping on the grass with nothing but a towel for a bed.

A few minutes later and you’re in your lake again, scrubbing your mane in an attempt to get some of the mud out. You’d use your shower back at the shack, but personally, the lake’s always been there when you need it. You don’t even hold a grudge for what it nearly did to you last night.

You hear the sound of splashing coming from behind you. Turning around, you find Twilight awake and paddling her way towards you. You secretly hope you didn’t wake her as you were washing yourself…

“I hope you slept well,” she says, hugging you, “I know I did. Thanks for making last night the best night I’ve ever had, except for… you know, that close call we had.” You can feel her hooves stroking your back as you embrace. You hug her in return.

“About that,” you muse, “I suppose that makes us even.”

“Huh?” Twilight gives you an odd look, tilting her head to one side, “How so?”

“Well,” you didn’t like bringing it up again for her, but it seemed relevant enough, “I nearly drowned you a few weeks ago, didn’t I? When you fell through the ice? But then I saved you and did what I could to help you get better.”

“And just last night,” she finishes, “I nearly drowned you, and then saved you just like…” she giggles, “Wow, we’re getting more alike every day!”

“Oh really?” you ask, lips curling into a sly smirk. You pull her closer to you, pulling her through the water you both drift in, until it becomes deep enough to dive in. “If we’re so alike, then, what am I about to ask for?”

“Another… contest?” she guesses, pulling a similar smile, “Are you sure you’re up for it?”

Whoa. She really can read your intentions. Almost like a book. She loves books, almost as much as you love swimming. But swimming pales in comparison to how much you love Twilight Sparkle. A peck on her lips reminds her of that.

“I’ll be more careful this time,” you promise, “On three, okay?”

You both hold onto each other, readying yourselves for another plunge; hopefully one of many, many more.

You perform the countdown together.

“One. Two. Three!”

Gasp

Splash

(Spoiler; you now have an underwater pony fetish, hopefully not a drowning fetish, more than likely a Twilight Sparkle fetish, perhaps a tongue-kissing fetish, maybe a horn fetish, a chance of a milkshake fetish, and, in extreme cases, an electrical berry fetish. However, if you somehow gained a wingboner fetish while reading this story, you weren‘t really paying attention!) - Crowley