Desperation Manifestation

Octavia nestled her chin gently into the crook of Rarity’s neck, gazing at the flickering light emanating from the nightstand. Her hooves moved slowly on their own, tracing wandering patterns across her lover’s back as she tried to make sense of time.

Making love to Rarity, and being loved in return, felt like an endless fountain of timeless ecstasy. Hours upon hours of passion, ebbing and flowing in waves. Sometimes in rhythm, sometimes off-beat, always immensely satisfying.

But the candles told a different story. Even though she hadn’t paid much attention to their original height in the rush to subdue her libido, the miniscule pools of wax at the candles’ bases were enough to make a reasoned guess.

So much energy had been spent, all in one explosive burst. Setting her oddly disjointed sense of time aside, Octavia reflected that the still early hour meant that, stamina allowing, there would be plenty of time for more loving after a bit of rest. She smiled.

“Thank you, Rarity. That was exquisite,” Octavia said softly, peppering her companion’s neck with gentle pecks. “I am sorry about the little scene at the door. Such a shameful lack of decorum on my part.”

“Quite alright, darling. I’m terribly sorry for having interrupted your afternoon,” Rarity assured, nuzzling in return. “I must confess, I’ve never seen you in such heavy rut before.”

“Forgiven,” Octavia answered, letting her hoof trace along the curls of Rarity’s mane. “Oh, I could have done without seeing Parish again so soon, but you couldn’t have known about that.” She shifted slightly, brushing Rarity’s lips with a soft, lingering kiss. “And you did make up for it quite spectacularly.”

“Parish…” Rarity murmured, brow furrowing. “Your ensemble’s harpist, correct?”

“Among other things.” Octavia pursed her lips, her eyes narrowing at the memory.

She chided herself for having brought up the matter again. Octavia could feel Rarity’s body twitch slightly in the moment of silence that followed, an internal war with her gossiping tendencies, no doubt. A long, slow breath filled her chest while her bedmate stroked her mane, keeping quiet by sheer willpower. Octavia felt her mood soften, her mind eased by Rarity’s restraint.

“Last night was our third date,” she eventually murmured, “but things went to Tartarus in a hoofbasket right in the middle of dinner.” Octavia let out a sigh, resting her head on Rarity’s shoulder.

“I’m sorry, darling.” Rarity cuddled her and kissed her forehead. “Dare I ask what happened?”

“Another of my paramours happened across our table just as we were finishing the soup. She showed that she didn’t know the meaning of the word ‘discretion’, and he showed his true color was green, not purple.” Octavia shook as she recounted. “I can’t pretend that I’m blameless. I thought he understood we wouldn’t necessarily be exclusive, but I suppose I should have made certain.

“I thought the scene over dinner would end it, but I had to endure another shouting match at my apartment this afternoon, and a few more choice remarks in front of Princess Cadance in the park. All in all, I’m quite relieved I never actually took him to bed.”

A long silence stretched between them, Octavia holding Rarity tight and simply basking in the comfort of a warm, intimate embrace.

“I must admit to some surprise,” Rarity said, when Octavia finally loosened her grip a little.

Octavia leaned back and blinkingly met Rarity’s gaze. “Surprise about what exactly?”

“That you dated and would bed a stallion, dear.” Rarity grinned sheepishly. “It’s probably my bad habit of jumping to conclusions, but given what I know of your track record, I’d assumed you were exclusively a mare’s mare.”

Octavia chuckled, relieved by the change of topic. Her chest brushed against Rarity’s as it gently shook. “No, my sexuality is quite flexible. I’m much more interested by what’s in here,” Octavia placed a hoof over Rarity’s heart, “than I am concerned with what’s down here.” She slid her hoof down, brushing gently across her bedmate’s teats and mound before resting over the diamonds on her flank.

“I’m simply picky about my lovers, and I’ve met many more suitable mares than I have stallions. Though, I do admit to a bit of a bias toward unicorns, and unicorn mares in particular seem to fit my tastes.”

Rarity couldn’t help but grin. “Hornplay, darling? You’ve never mentioned it before now.”

“Have you been reading my mind? That was a rather shrewd guess.” Octavia winked, lifting a hoof to caress Rarity’s horn. “In the past we’ve always ended up spending our time on other pursuits, so the topic simply never came up.”

At her touch, Rarity’s horn lit with the gentle, blue glow of her magic and she let out a soft moan.

“Well, I do have a bit of experience when it comes to hornplay, as you might guess,” Rarity grinned. “It’s no surprise you’d lure mares with the prospect. Unicorn stallions are almost universally happy to receive and most even take it for granted that a mare is willing to service them. But unfortunately, very few are willing to offer a mare the same in return.”

“That explains why you’re all so eager, and always so willing to arrange for the opportunity.” Octavia shifted upward, planting a kiss on Rarity’s horn while her hoof continued to gently stroke along its length. “And why it seems like so many unicorn mares are bisexual.”

Rarity simply nodded, burying her muzzle in Octavia’s chest and humming happily into her soft fur.

“I can’t believe I never took the time to attend to your beautiful horn,” Octavia grinned, sweeping her tongue from its base to the tip, before whispering into her ear. “Can you tell how much I’d love to feel it inside of me?” She guided one of Rarity’s hooves between her legs, letting her bedmate feel the wetness of her fresh arousal.

“T-that seems so m-messy,” Rarity panted into Octavia’s chest as she felt her tongue trace along the fluting of her horn. “I’ve always c-contented myself with horn f-fellatio.”

“Messy, but fun,” Octavia purred, pressing her lips to the tip of Rarity’s horn. “Oh, I’m happy to continue as is, but I can offer you so much more.” Her lips brushed past the tip of Rarity’s ear. “You know, Vinyl always praises my intense and very thorough clean up afterward.”

Rarity sucked air through her teeth as Octavia kissed around the base of her horn. “M-my nightstand. Hoof me s-something for…mane. I can’t…magic.” Rarity’s chest heaved as Octavia leaned over, her coat brushing against her lover’s horn, provoking a low moan. The faint, blue glow of magic strobed softly and a few warm, but insubstantial sparks of magic bounced off of her gray fur.

Octavia slid back, face to face with Rarity. She hovered, mouth just in front of her lover’s lips, and traced her tongue across them while her hooves were busy with a length of ribbon. Octavia slipped her tongue inside, catching just a lingering hint of her own arousal as she finished tying a ponytail in Rarity’s mane.

Rarity moaned, her horn shimmering as Octavia teased the tip again with a hoof. She gasped, feeling teeth nip at her ear and a tongue trace along the edge, seconds later.

“Fuck me, Rarity. I want to feel your magic inside me,” Octavia whispered into her ear. With her free hoof cuddling Rarity’s back, she could feel a shiver run up her spine, clear to the tip of her horn. Another shower of soft sparks burst forth.

Planting one last peck on Rarity’s lips, Octavia rose to all four hooves, sinking up to her fetlocks into the plush surface of the bed. Her slightly mussed charcoal mane framed her half-lidded, purple eyes as she gazed over her shoulder at Rarity. Her hips swayed slightly, flinging her tail over her flank once again, displaying her smooth gray rump and glistening pink pussy. Grass long gone, her perfect beauty was marred only by two small, slightly faded bite marks on either side of her dock.

The blue glow of Rarity’s horn strobed softly, pulsating against the flickering candlelight. Octavia grinned. She always associated a unicorn mare’s light show with the way a stallion’s heartbeat made his tool throb as it grew from his sheath. She could feel her own sex growing hot at the sight and felt sure Rarity was experiencing the same.

Octavia nickered, stomping a rear hoof silently against the mattress as Rarity got to her own hooves behind her and lapped gently at her sopping wet entrance. She flicked her tail, blotting out the blue glow momentarily as she dragged the long hair across Rarity’s horn. The light of her arousal soon returned, brighter and stronger than before.

A unicorn’s horn was shorter and of less girth than all but the most petite of stallions’ tools, but what they lacked in size, they more than made up for in sensation. Octavia hummed softly as the tip of her lover’s horn carefully felt out her entrance. Her moan of ecstasy rose from a low rumble to a high squeal as the blue glow of Rarity’s magic was slowly doused. Octavia’s quivering walls slowly engulfed the entire length of Rarity’s horn and her stomach clenched with anticipation as she felt the unique, tingling feeling of her lover’s magic inside of her for the first time.

Octavia’s knees shook, fighting to stay upright while she lost herself in the pleasure of Rarity’s horn sliding in and out of her with slow, deliberate strokes. While the horns themselves were much the same, each unicorn’s magic felt different inside, and Octavia cherished each one. Lyra’s magic made her marehood vibrate with each thrust, like a plucked harp string. Vinyl’s magic throbbed inside of her with the steady rhythm of a bass beat, a hard note hitting in syncopation each time Vinyl’s head bounced off of her rump when she got really into it.

Rarity’s magic was a wholly different sensation. It draped itself across her inner walls like the smooth touch of silk, covering her vagina elegantly like a dress form-fitted over her flank. She felt another sensation as well, something less physical and more emotional; an overwhelming sense that Rarity’s magic itself wanted to pleasure her. While her horn filled her sex and slipped against her in the same pleasing way that a toy would, Octavia could feel the warm, silken sensation of Rarity’s magic seek out her hotspots and tickle them just right, like an experienced lover’s tongue.

The pulsating blue glow of Rarity’s horn emerging and disappearing again slowly ramped up in tempo, the wet sounds of sex competing with the gasps, moans, and murmurs coming from the two mares. Octavia’s dock flicked with each inward thrust, her tail making waves across Rarity’s withers as the heat in her belly grew to a head.

Octavia cried out Rarity’s name, her voice stretching out the vowels as she finally succumbed to the combined sensation of horn and magic. Her inner walls clenched, gripping her lover’s horn as her orgasm spread outward from her core, unable to resist any longer the feeling of being fucked and eaten out simultaneously. As if in response, a moan emanated from between Octavia’s legs, and she felt the warm, tickling sensation of a horngasm burst inside of her, like a stallion’s seed, but with no physical weight to it.

Rarity’s horn shone with only a soft shimmer of blue, barely enough to tint the candlelight, as she slowly pulled herself from Octavia’s dripping sex, sinking to her haunches. Octavia followed suit, lazily turning on her rump to wrap Rarity into a tight embrace.

“Oh, Rarity… You have no idea… how good… that felt,” Octavia proclaimed between kisses, practically breathless.

“I’m glad, darling. And I feel certain you could please many a stallion with such tight musculature,” Rarity said with most of a sincere smile. “But may I have a tissue or something? Sweet as your essence is to taste, I am nonetheless about to get it in my eyes.”

Rarity stiffened slightly and seemed about to protest when Octavia began to lap up the sticky fluid slowly rolling down her forehead. But her body softened considerably and a gentle moan escaped her mouth when her lover reached her horn, eagerly tracing her tongue around it.

When her forehead was clean, if not dry, Rarity let out a deeper moan. A gray hoof snaked its way down her barrel and between her hind legs. Octavia ground her hoof gently against Rarity’s still wet sex as she touched her lips to the tip of the white horn and slid down around it. The renewed soft blue light of Rarity’s magic was doused inside Octavia’s mouth, tickling her tongue as she ran it along the fluting.

Octavia reveled in the sensation of Rarity’s magic against her tongue. Without a way to pleasure its lover, her magic felt much like any other unicorn’s, but now it was the taste and aroma that were unique to each pony.

Rarity’s muzzle pressed into her chest, moaning into her fur. Octavia softly sucked on the firm cone of her horn. Her hoof sliding more and more easily against Rarity’s moistening marehood as her lover’s body responded to her attentions. She flicked her tail high, letting its long length drape over Rarity’s arms when they wrapped around her, pulling her close.

Octavia hummed softly, letting the taste of Rarity’s magic, very similar to that between her legs, wash over her tongue in waves. Her free hoof held Rarity’s back as she gently played her lover like an instrument. She let her lover’s moans, squeals, and soft nips at her chest guide her, slowly ramping Rarity’s heat up to bursting.

With a scream muffled by Octavia’s chest, Rarity exploded. Warm, orgasmic sparks poured from her horn, bathing Octavia’s tongue. Her hoof caught a fair amount of Rarity’s wetness, the wafting scent of her arousal reinforcing the sublime taste of her horngasm. Slowly, she let go of her lover’s sensitive spots, supporting her gently between hoof and chest as Rarity caught her breath.

Licking the fading taste of magic off her lips, Octavia carefully guided Rarity down onto the mattress. Between breaths, they shared soft kisses and with each other’s help they licked Octavia’s damp hoof clean.