Sweetie's Diary: An Archaic Arrangement
Beneath transfixing colors of sunlight through stained glass, the young foal sat regally as she'd been taught. For her the ceremony, completed only hours earlier, was nothing short of breathtaking. The boisterous crowd of fellow unicorns, the extravagant decorations of the palace, the spellbinding music of the organ...her sister, Princess Platinum, certainly spared no expense for the wedding. However, the most enchanting figure of the afternoon had been none other than you, her groom, as you confidently strolled down the aisle to claim her tender hoof.
The young mare blushed softly behind her veil and closed her eyes. She imagined the scene again, having captured every moment within her memory. The vows you both shared rang powerfully in her mind.
'Did he mean what he said...? Is this all just a dream...?'
She pondered. Having been groomed for marriage by none other than her aristocratic sister, Princess Belle was no stranger to the idea of an arranged husband. However, she never dreamed that her older sister would have selected someone so handsome and exotic; a dignitary of a foreign species. The filly shivered, biting her lower lip in thought.
Princess Platinum had supervised every social meeting; silently judging every statement, nay, every movement for impropriety and deception. She wasn't about to allow the most notable foal of noble blood to fall to a brute, especially considering the bride-to-be was none other than her own sister. Did Platinum select for noble behavior and diplomatic stature? Or perhaps experience with the militaries of other nations and races?
Regardless of her sister's motives, Princess Belle certainly possessed her sister's eye for fine judgment as well; she looked easily into your heart. Sweetie fell horn over hoof for the man she saw. Every time you made her grin felt genuine, as if the sun's rays on her soft coat. Every time you made her laugh was honest and true; deep in her lungs she would feel like bursting from within from joy. The Principality of Unicorns certainly had younger pairings of husband and wife; the youngest couple previously arranged by Princess Platinum was a young officer of noble linage and a first-heat filly, a Baroness in-waiting from the western lands.
Gentle Princess Belle, having already gone through multiple estrus cycles, was no stranger to the carnal dreams of love and lust that so weighed on the minds of mares....but was she ready for such commitment? Truly old enough to wed? She whispered to her ancestors that you would be a caring, loving Lord. The snow white foal remained still, breathing slow yet heavily as her stomach rose and fell in her throat. Flush with arousal and a slight bit of anxiety, Princess Belle nearly jumped when the large wooden door ahead began to creak.
Opening her eyes softly, the filly watched as you strode into the room, dressed sharply in modest evening wear and sauna robe. Her eyes, still slightly covered by her veil, scanned your face and saw your warm, familiar smile. A golden band with an emerald stone glinted from the foal's horn. She saw you looking over her elegantly prepared form, rainbow light pouring over her post-ceremonial gown. Sweetie Belle felt her heart beat inside her stomach, now filled with butterflies. The young Princess knew what was to happen next: the Consummation of Marriage. Princess Platinum had prepared her well for the moment, having drilled time-honored unicorn traditions into Sweetie's being and behavior over the course of her life.
"Good afternoon, milord. I trust you have been refreshed after our wedding ceremony. I am ready for you."
Princess Belle remained still in the day's twilight as you silently approached, closing her eyes as she opened her mouth. It was not uncommon for mares to prove their skill in servicing their husbands post-marriage, and the young filly was not about to stray from Platinum's traditions. Yet many moments passed, and although she could hear you disrobing, she had yet to feel anything phallic near her lips.
Instead, she felt your hand softly caress her muzzle before occupying her open mouth with your own, kissing her as you knelt. Several seconds passed as you gingerly cupped her precious cheek, tilting your heads together as the kiss deepened. Eventually, the Princess felt your lips leave hers, reluctantly holding herself back from following them after such an experience.
You whispered your name breathlessly into your wife's ear.
"P-pardon, milord?"
Her eyelids fluttered, still lost in the moment.
"Tonight, and every night we make love, I am not your Lord. I am your husband, and you..."
You lifted her into your arms, carrying the filly over to the generous-sized bed.
"...are my Sweetie Belle."
She felt soft sheets upon a firm mattress as you gently placed her down, careful not to ruffle her intricately prepared appearance. Truly, in that moment, the young mare looked as if a Goddess.
"Y-yes, mil-...my husband. I would very much like that."
She smiled from ear to ear, outshining the little sunlight that trickled into the room. You matched her grin and proceeded to undress the foal slowly. First, you removed the veil over her gorgeous perridot eyes. Then, the adorable crown that graced her styled mane. Finally, her extravagant dress was discarded, leaving the young mare nearly bare before you.
"Lay on your back, my darling."
You whispered in a voice filled with bubbling passion. She obeyed quickly, taking a moment to get comfortable before giving you free range of her sprawled body. Laying back was certainly not a familiar position for a pony, yet despite the feeling of awkwardness, the young Princess eagerly awaited your touch. Her sister, only able to give examples as to the mating rituals of unicorns, could not describe exactly how this moment was to unfold with a human male; Sweetie Belle was flushed with arousal and curiosity. She could smell your own scent as you approached, ready to have it permeate every hair on her body.
Climbing your nude form over hers, you took a moment to observe the beautiful creature lain atop the bedspread. Meticulously manicured hooves sat on lithe legs, leading into a lean bodice of ivory-down fur wrapped inside a lacy corset. Her wedding band remained, the final item to be moved as not to be damaged. You ran a hand over her tight chest, down to her inner thighs, and over her budding mounds. Never before have your hands touched fur so soft. Never before had Sweetie felt caressed by such powerful appendages. You took the time to tweak a nipple gently between two fingers, eliciting a small squeal.
"Oh, yes....I've waited so long for this; so many wasted estruses."
The foal sighed, eyes transfixed on your unique, throbbing member as it jutted proudly into the air. It was certainly larger and wider than what her sister had alluded to during their talks.
"Well my dear, you can wait a moment longer."
Sweetie was about to question your statement, when she saw you lean your head and shoulders downward. She squealed softly in anticipation; the aroma of her clean body was quickly overwhelmed by the scent of musk invading your nose. From this new angle, you were able to perfectly observe your young wife's onyx-black marehood as she moved her tail aside. It was a sharp contrast from her white coat; a light-pink flower winked seductively, leaking juice down its symmetrical petals. It beckoned you to sample its nectar. You would happily oblige.
Timing a tongue flick perfectly with a wink, you licked her marehood hungrily once...twice...a delightfully marish flavor. The filly groaned, craving so much more than a mere sample of your tongue. Planting your lips firmly against her, you suckled softly at the dripping black slit. Your arms grasped her lower limbs, both hands massaging her foalish mounds. Sweetie Belle cried out as her fluids ran rapidly into your thirsty maw. She savored feeling you, her new husband, drink her holy communion while massaging her two petite hosts. Every drop treated your taste buds with a musky sweetness.
"O-ohhh...s-something's...aahhh!"
Unable to hold back a squeal of delight, Sweetie shouted as a larger squirt of yellow-tinted fluid flooded into your mouth. You swallowed it readily, tasting its spicy flavor. Despite a thirst for more, your licking slowed as her fountain slowed to a trickle. Your lips now kissed up her horse- belly and chest, rising to meet her own. The foal kissed back powerfully, pushing her elongated muzzle against your mouth and shoving out her little pink tongue as far it could manage. Swirling together, your tongues intertwined perfectly as your hips began to grind against hers. Her chest rose and fell quickly, straining against the tight corset. Breaking the kiss to take a deep breath, Sweetie paused.
"Do...do you want me standing traditionally on hooves?"
She squeaked with a blush, unable to prevent a slight voice crack.
"No. I want you just like you are; let's see each other's eyes and faces for our first time."
Sweetie Belle smiled softly, almost blinking out a tear as her forehooves wrapped around your neck. She kissed you once gently.
"Start slow. You look...really big, and this is my first time."
You nodded once while lining your bodies up. Your crown easily eclipsed her black rose. It would be tight.
"Sweetie Belle..."
"Yes, dear?"
She subconsciously dilated herself, staring into your heart.
"I love you."
"I love you, tooOOoo-ahhh!"
You inserted the first few inches of yourself, taking her maidenhead easily and penetrating without causing much pain. Sweetie Belle cried out as if a final part of herself was becoming complete. Inch by inch, you ground your hips towards her own. Every nerve in your brain's pleasure center screamed with satisfaction at the sensation. Your shapely head clicked past every ridge of her marehood as Sweetie's moans dripped with need.
Pulling back slightly, you felt Sweetie Belle's flower massaging your glans and shaft, begging you to continue further inside. Not to leave your tender wife waiting, you slid your glistening rod back to its previous depth. The young mare was so hot, so wet, you could swear your member was melting. Only a mere few inches of shaft remained as the filly gyrated her own body against you, trying to drive every bit deeper inside her quivering hole.
"S-so big..."
She cooed as your tip finally ground against her cervix.
"You're so..."
Your hips give a quick buck, making the young Princess scream in delight.
"...tight!"
You groaned through gritted teeth, flexing your glutes as you struggled to pull yourself from her clamping marehood. Placing a hand against her neck, you hold her gently as and claim her most sacred place again and again. Through your grip on her bodice, you could feel her pulse racing. As you ravished Sweetie's aching marehood, her heartbeat nearly matched your own.
It only excited you further.
"AhHHhh... nngh! H-how *ah* are you...*oohh* still going...?!"
As the minutes passed, your young wife's cries of ecstasy grew louder and louder. The sexual stamina of horses was nothing compared to that of a human.
"My love...!"
You gave your filly another deep, full thrust.
"Oh, YES!"
Sweetie Belle squeezed fiercely around you, her form shaking with a need to be bred.
"MY LOVE!"
She screamed as a slight tear traced down her furred cheek. Not a moment later, the foal came powerfully. Kicking a hoof to the side, she attempted to spread herself further as you impaled her lush garden. Thick squirts of yellowish-clear marecum streamed quickly out from against your deeply lodged member, drenching her soft coat and twitching tail. Sweetie grunted, a more animalistic side taking over as each spray of fluid brought forth another whinny and scream.
Her vocalized bliss only drove you further as you relentlessly pounded onwards, feeling your manhood thickening with need. As her cries tapered off, the Princess threw herself back against the bed. The smell of sweat and sex hung heavily in the bedchamber.
"D-don't stop...don't ever stop..."
The young mare grunted out, eagerly awaiting your copious ejaculate as she felt another set of orgasms approaching. Leaning on your arms, you let your body lay low and felt her slick coat wicking away your combined sweat.
"Oh Sweetie, I'm so close..."
You moaned as your swollen crown felt the paradise of her hot tightness, enveloping it again and again with every push. The filly Princess massaged your shaft rapidly with her marehood, suddenly locking your hips in place with her rear hooves and ankles. With her horn sparkling green, Sweetie threw her forehooves around your neck. She took a ragged breath against her corset and squeezed the muscles inside of her marehood like a sliding vice. For an instant, your eyes met hers as the foal's sweet breath flooded your nostrils.
"Make me yours!"
That was all she needed to say. You exploded powerfully, flexing your hips as spurting seed flooded into your wife's fertile womb. Rapidly filling with your cum, Sweetie Belle couldn't stop from shaking violently; her body was wracked with yet another series of orgasms. The foal screamed your name over and over between gasps for oxygen You groaned as copious amounts of semen flooded into your Princess, spilling over her inner thighs and mixing with a pool of fluid already on the sheets.
Your shared orgasms tapered off slowly; the intense feeling of carnal bliss lingered as you remained knotted deep inside the overstuffed filly. Blushing heavily with half-lidded eyes, Sweetie Belle held you close. Taking the opportunity, you placed your lips softly against hers. Differing from the earlier kisses of lust and passion, this kiss was full of love and contentment, reminding the foal of the moment that started the evening off; the circle beginning anew. With a gentle tug, you finally managed to dislodge your manhood from Sweetie's carnal embrace; a river of white starkly contrasted her swollen ebony lips and flowed free.
Laying next to one another in the shared mess, you each savored the moment.
"I'm so full,"
The foal ran a little hoof over her dripping marehood, placing it gently over her tender lips to seal in your seed.
"It was everything I dreamed of and more."
She finished her sentence with a sigh before laying her head next to yours on the soft pillow.
"This entire day was everything I dreamed of and more."
You gasped in reply, taking her remaining forehoof in hand as you both took a few moments to regain your breaths and come down from the pleasure. As you basked in the afterglow of your union, you could only smile.
"Sweetie Belle, my Princess,"
"Yes, my love...milord?"
Sweetie tittered adorably in reply. You never felt more in love, and decided to seal the experience with a promise:
"Every single vow I whispered on the altar will hold true; you are my Princess. You are my love. I shall make the unicorns my people, just as I have made you my wife. Together...hand in hoof...let us pen a symphony of life and passion that will make the birds in the skies and the angels in the heavens writhe with envy."
Sweetie Belle opened her mouth to reply, but could only manage a small squeak as a tear traced down her features. Flinging her marish bodice against you, she pressed her lips fiercely onto yours. Feeling the passion behind the kiss, you knew your refractory period would be brief despite your fevered mating only minutes earlier. You doubted Princess Platinum was aware if that little tidbit of information when she was analyzing your courtship of Sweetie Belle. The look of the young mare's pleased reaction while your masculinity rose once more illustrated that she was not. You could only blush yourself with a chuckle, taking the moment to cuddle with your wife.
There would be plenty of time for lovemaking throughout the rest of your lives together, but in this moment, you were merely content to hold one another in bed. Nothing would prevent you both from enjoying the shared matrimony as man and mare.
Thusly it would be for every rapturous day: Princess Belle and her human Lord.
