Author's Note
This story takes place directly after Act III of Found You!
I'll Treasure You
Now That I've Found You
By Naughty_Ranko
Act 3.5: I'll Treasure You
What a night! I had broken into an apartment building, abducted the man I love, almost killed him by accident, and fought one of the Power Ponies to a standstill that almost got both of us killed. This isn't how I had imagined my confession to go at all. Well, I hadn't imagined that falling into a chemical vat that was struck by lightning and being turned into the super villain known as the Mane-iac would be part of it either.
It seemed that my life had somehow turned into a bad comic book plot. But finally that annoying Mistress Mare-velous was gone, and I was alone with him.
I could see my reflection in his glasses, hardly even recognizing my own face after the change. Still it did have its upsides. For one it finally gave me the courage to act on my feelings. And I could now do lots of things with my mane, which I've always been proud of. But now the possibilities seemed endless.
Making a bed out of it was just the beginning. As we looked at each other in the moonlight, my heart began to beat faster, even faster than during our kiss earlier. My mouth opened and closed without making a sound. During the battle I was shouting my love for him at the top of my lungs, but now it seemed a lot harder to come up with words. “Would you like to spend the night with me, Aaron?”
As fast as my heart had been beating, now it seemed to stop completely. What would I do, if he said no? Probably go even more crazy than I had already for one thing. Luckily it didn't come to that, as he drew me close and gave me another kiss.
“I'd love to, Luxi,” he said with a smile. Looking around, however, he scratched his cheek. “I hadn't quite intended our first night to be in an abandoned warehouse, though. As a matter of fact, I was gonna surprise you with a romantic dinner, right before you vanished.”
I blinked and then looked around in horror. He was right. These bleak and cold walls would never do. If we did it here, what kind of memories would they be? I had to do this right. I had to make this night special, so he would never even think about leaving me.
“Luxi?” Aaron asked a little apprehensively. My startled looking around and that twitch in my left eye, which I seem to have developed after the accident, must have frightened him. But this was important.
“We're going,” I said, wrapping him securely with some of my tendrils and hooking two more into the skylight at the ceiling. Obeying my will, they catapulted us out of the warehouse and into the night sky.
“Ahh!” Aaron screamed as he felt the tendrils suddenly release him and leaving him to float in the air for a moment. But I moved under him, so he landed safely on my back. “Luxi, what are you doing?”
“Taking you back to your place,” I said, my eye twitching again. My memory was still too fuzzy to figure out where my own apartment even was. “Hang on tight, honey.”
“What are you gonna …? Ahh!!!” He screamed again as I used some of my mane to wrap around a telephone pole and started swinging across the rooftops. Just like that guy who showed up in Manehattan recently. What was his name again? Spider-Mane or something like that. Come to think of it, there's been a lot of costumed weirdos showing up all over the country lately. Well, I suppose I now also belong in that category.
“Luxi, slow down!” Poor Aaron. He's never been good with heights. Makes me wonder how he ever managed to get used to that penthouse apartment of his. On the plus side, his fear made him cling to my back even tighter.
“Don't worry, my love. I'll always be here to catch you, forever and ever. …. Heh, he … AHAHAHAHA!!!” I don't know what exactly caused me to start laughing like a madmare at that precise moment. Maybe it was the liberating feeling of swinging across the Maretropolis skyline like this. During my frantic search, I hadn't really taken the time to really appreciate this feeling of freedom. Or maybe it was the knowledge that, at this exact moment, Aaron would never let go of me. If this point in time were to last forever, we could be together forever.
“Careful!” he screamed as we passed low underneath a telephone pole. He was certainly screaming a lot tonight. Though I would have preferred him screaming my name in another context.
Nonetheless he clung to me more tightly every time we avoided another near-accident, and I found myself swinging even faster and more wildly, wanting him to hug my waist even tighter.
It was almost sad, when I eventually reached the bedroom window of his apartment and set us down inside. Stumbling over towards the bed with a white face, he sat down and panted heavily.
“Sorry about the window,” I said, looking at the broken lock on the window. “I'll pay for the repairs.”
“That's alright.” Aaron seemed to have regained his composure somewhat. “Say, Luxi. How did you manage to break in here and bring me to that warehouse without waking me up?”
One of my mane tendrils went down the body suit and produced a bottle of chloroform, holding it up sheepishly. “Chemistry major, remember?”
He looked at me in perplexion and then began to laugh.
Feeling like I was the butt of some joke, I puffed up my cheeks. “I had to bring you somewhere else, or else those damned Power Ponies could have interrupted us again.”
“Didn't they? It's not like the rest of your approach was all that stealthy,” he pointed out.
“Ugh, I guess so.” Walking over, I sat down on the bed beside him. “Well, we're finally alone.”
“Yes, we are,” Aaron agreed, placing his hands on my hips and pulling me closer. I laid my hands on his shoulders and leaned in for a kiss. Once again I could see my reflection in his glasses.
Then I jumped up. “NO! No, no, no, no, no!!!” Frantically I ran over to the large mirror on his closet and looked at myself in horror. I was sweaty. What if he would be disgusted by my body odor? This was impossible. This night had to be perfect. “Aaron! You've got to let me use your shower!”
“Uh, of course,” he said, pointing a finger. “Right over there.”
I hurried over towards the bathroom door, but then stopped, when I was just in front of it. Turning around, I got back to him and looked him straight in the eyes. “You're not gonna run away, are you?”
He blinked. “Of course not. Why would I?”
Biting my lip, I did recall that he had promised to spend the night with me. “It's just that … now that I've finally found you, I can't bear the thought of losing you again.”
He sighed and calmly laid a hand on my cheek. It was warm. Being close to him has always put my mind at ease. For a moment I could feel my sanity return as he reassured me. “I'll be here. I promise. You can trust me.”
I nodded, placing my hand on his. “I trust you. Do you trust me as well?”
“Of course I do,” he said without a moment's hesitation.
“Then close your eyes, honey.”
He gave me a questioning glance, but did what I asked of him anyway while I fished another item from the hidden pocket in my suit.
Click.
Opening his eyes, he yanked at the handcuffs with which I had just cuffed him to the bedpost. “Eh? EHHH!?”
“Sorry,” I said, putting my hands together in an apologetic gesture. “I do trust you. But now I can be sure that nopony is gonna come in and steal you away from me.”
He looked at me, seemingly ready to object. But then he simply hung his head. “I do hope you have the key for those.”
“Of course I do,” I told him indignantly, placing my hands on my hips and holding up the key with my mane. “Who do you take me for? Some kind of nutjob with a case of amnesia?”
He stared at me.
“Oh.” Well, that was awkward. “Anyway, I'll be back soon. Nothing's gonna stand in the way of our perfect first night together.”
I quickly made my way to the bathroom and began to undress. All the stress and anxiety of the last month seemed to wash off of me as the warm water ran over my coat and skin. My mane started to move on its own, lathering my body with soap and scented shampoos.
Then I remembered the first time, I tried to express my feelings to Aaron. It was shortly after our college graduation. We had both been roommates, trying to keep the living expenses low while we started our business together.
Back then it seemed like things were finally going my way. I'd waited for him to say something, through high school, through college. Even then I had held out hope that he was just waiting for our company to take off, before he'd get around to asking me out.
When I decided to make the first move myself, SHE entered the picture. Scarlet Fire, a pegasus mare. She was to be his secretary, nothing more. But when I had found the courage to ask Aaron out for dinner to celebrate our first month in the black, he declined.
“Sorry, I'm busy tonight. I'm supposed to meet Scarlet. Rain check?” That's what he'd said. I should have forced him to stay with me. I should have fired Scarlet to prevent this going any further. I should have locked Aaron in my office and thrown away the key, so HE'D NEVER RUN AWAY FROM ME EVER AGAIN!!!
“Sure, some other time maybe,” is what I'd said instead. But that was the old me.
The new me was confident, aggressive and wouldn't let any other mare have MY Aaron! I placed my hand on the doorknob, after my shower was finished and I'd dried myself off, fully intent on marching out there and making his jaw drop with my dazzling beauty.
“Maybe, not quite naked?” Instinctively my mane wrapped itself around my body, hiding my most embarrassing body parts. “Maybe he doesn't like my new looks?” The accident had altered my appearance quite considerably, even to the point that he hadn't recognized me at first.
I shook my head. Even if that were so, I'd make him fall in love with me even more.
“Aaron?” I asked, coming back into the bedroom.
He looked up, putting down the framed picture on his nightstand. It was a picture of us, taken when we'd just started out. So he did prefer my old looks after all, I thought, and my heart sank.
Aaron stared at me and then swallowed hard. “Woah! You look stunning!”
A smile returned to my lips. “Really? You think so?” Okay, now all I had to do was saunter over there seductively, sit down next to him, maybe gently touch his leg with my hand …
“You look just like Venus, rising out of the ocean.”
All thoughts of romance fled from my mind as I basically ran over there and tackled him onto the bed.
“Ow! Luxi!”
“Who is this 'Venus' woman?” I demanded, giving him an angry glare and holding onto the collar of his pajama. “And why have you seen her naked?”
“Uhm.” He pointed at the wall. There was a copy of the picture The Birth of Venus by Botticelli. It was a scene of the Roman Goddess standing in the sea, with her hair covering up the naughty bits. Aaron's always been fond of that picture. I seemed to be stumbling from one embarrassing moment into the next tonight.
“Oh, sorry.” I let go of his collar and looked at him, not being able to contain the blush or the tears in my eyes. “Tell me something, Aaron, and be honest with me. How many mares or women have you been with?” How much time had I wasted?
All he could do was to blush himself and look away. “Actually, none so far.”
I watched him very closely. “Not even Scarlet Fire? You were dating her for a while.”
He shook his head. “Actually she was just using me to help her move into her new apartment. You know, moving boxes, hanging pictures, that kind of stuff. Nothing ever happened.” Then he scratched his nose, and I breathed a sigh of relief. It was his tell. Every time he scratched his nose, he was admitting something embarrassing, but truthful. Now if he'd scratched his cheek, then I don't know what I would have done.
“What about you, Luxi?”
Dammit, I hadn't expected him to turn the question around on me. Then again, nobody has ever accused insane ponies of planning too far ahead. I simply shook my head.
“Then I think this is a little too advanced for two virgins,” he said with an uncomfortable smile, rattling the handcuffs.
“Yeah, I guess,” I admitted and removed them with my key.
His hands cupped my cheeks and he leaned in for another kiss, which I gladly returned. “I love you, Luxi. I've loved you since eleventh grade. No other woman or mare could ever compare to you. So you don't have to worry.”
“I love you, too, Aaron.” My lips curled into a smile. “We've wasted so much time. We'll have to make up for it.”
“What are you … ? Woah!?” He jumped slightly as one of my tendrils slid into his pants, seeking out his pride and wrapping itself around it. “Ngh.”
“It doesn't hurt, does it?” I was afraid that I'd ruined the moment by doing that.
“No, it just feels strange. Ah.” He moaned, when I began moving it, rubbing it up and down his shaft. “Mhm. I've always loved your mane,” he said, picking up a lock and looking at it, moving it around between his fingers.
“What about the rest of me?” I asked, willing my mane to reveal my bare breasts right in front of him, since I was sitting on his stomach.
He gulped again and moved one shaking hand closer. But he stopped, just before reaching them. Gently I wrapped one tendril around his wrist and pulled his palm towards me. “They're so soft,” he commented, moving the one breast around in a circular motion.
“Hah!” I began to moan, and then even more, when he moved his head forward and put my nipple into his mouth. That caught me by surprise. “Aaron.”
Before I knew what was happening, my hair lashed out, grabbing his pants and pulling them off. I looked over my shoulder, seeing his erect cock. It was so tantalizing, so close. I wanted it. I slid back a little, the tendril still pumping it, and lifted my tail, so it touched my cheeks. I could feel the heat from it. Then I reached one hand behind me and placed a finger on the tip.
Aaron groaned in response, sucking even more strongly on my breast. His tip was wet, and I couldn't help but play a little with the sticky precum, moving it around.
“Ahhh!” I cried out, when his other hand trailed down my stomach and brushed against my clit.
Moving down further, his fingers caressed my lips. I was already wet.
“Wait!” Two more tendrils wrapped themselves around his wrists and pulled his arms above his head. He gave me a questioning look. “One thing after the other.” I was gonna make this night unforgettable for him.
If I learned anything from all the magazines I read in preparation for this, all men wanted this. So I wrapped even more of my mane around him and gently lifted him up, after climbing down. “Luxi?”
I smiled at him as I got into a kneeling position on the bed, and to my relief that seemed to calm him down. “You don't have to do anything, honey. Just enjoy.”
He was basically suspended in the air, sitting on a chair made from my mane, and I brought my face closer to his towering pride. The one tendril was still pumping away. Sticking out my tongue, I gave the tip a furtive lick. His whole body shuddered in response.
“You like that?”
He simply nodded.
Emboldened by that reaction, I closed my lips around the tip and began to suck on it. As he continued to groan, my mane removed his shirt, leaving him entirely naked, and then two of the tendrils started brushing against his nipples.
“Ugh, Luxi. This is great.”
That was the idea. I may have been a freak now, but no other mare could provide so much stimulation at once.
Massaging his balls with one hand, I bobbed my head up and down. Every now and then, I took it in at a different angle, so the tip would brush against the inside of my cheek. All the while my tongue found different spots along the shaft to pleasure.
An idea came to me and one of the mane tendrils made its way to Aaron's ass, brushing lightly against the entrance. “Ah!” In surprise he moved his hips forward. I looked up at him, and we locked eyes for a moment. “Wow.” His cock was totally submerged behind my lips.
I drew back and gave him a confident smile. “Want me to take it deep?”
He nodded, and my mane coiled itself a little tighter across his hips. For one month I did nothing but look for Aaron and prepare myself for this moment.
I held my head steady and opened my mouth wide. My mane did the rest, as it pushed his hips forward in a rhythmic fashion. I could feel it throb, every time it hit the back of my throat, and I managed not to gag.
“Fuck!” Aaron's breathing was growing more ragged by the second. “Luxi, if you keep this up, I'm gonna … I'm gonna …”
I moved his body back a bit, pulling out in the process, and made my tendril pump the shaft at full speed, aiming his cock right at my face. “Go ahead, Aaron. Shower me with your sticky, gooey love. Don't hold back!”
That was evidently all the encouragement he needed, and he groaned as thick, white strands erupted from his tip. I received the smelly substance happily, catching some in my mouth and moving it around with my tongue. Aaron's cum. It tasted so good, causing me to swallow some of it.
He panted, trying to catch his breath. “Sorry for making a mess of your face.”
I shook my head. “It's fine. I'll take your love cream whenever, wherever.” For right now, though, my tendrils grabbed several wet tissues from the box next to the bed and began to clean up my face.
“How often do you masturbate?” I asked impishly while setting him down on the bed.
He was so cute, when he blushed. Ever since I've known him. “Once a day, I suppose.”
“Did you ever think of me while doing it.”
He looked me in the eye and, quite earnestly, said the most embarrassing line he must have ever told me. “All the time.”
“You're not allowed to do that anymore,” I told him flatly.
“Eh?”
Moving in for the final kill, I leaned back and spread my legs wide, showing him my wet sex. “When you need release, just tell me, and I'll give you the real thing. Otherwise it'd be such a waste.” With that his heart would belong to ME and ME alone.
He moved his hand in closer to touch it, but unlike earlier I grew a little cross with him. “Get on with it! I want your cock inside of me!”
I must have sounded rather authoritative there, cause he responded with a “Yes, ma'am,” and climbed on top of me. I knew that he was just trying to be considerate, but we were well past foreplay. I'd been waiting for so long, and I needed the real thing right then and there.
Since I'd kept pumping him with my mane tendril, he was nice and hard again. He pushed the tip against my entrance and then hesitated. Finally he pushed it in just a bit.
“Ah, yes! That's it!” I moaned loudly, throwing my head back. After a moment of nothing happening, though, I looked back at him. “What's wrong?”
He looked at me with a mixture of worry and confusion. “Doesn't it, well, hurt?”
Then it hit me. Yeah, this was my first time, after all I made the decision long ago to save myself for him and him alone. I'd always been told that it would hurt. That's why he was taking things so slowly. He's so considerate of my feelings. “No, it doesn't hurt at all.”
“Hm.” Oh no! Did he think that I wasn't a virgin after all, that I'd given myself to another man? I couldn't bear the thought of him thinking of me in that way. Finally he shrugged. “Well, I heard there's no pain for some mares.”
“Yeah, either that or we've discovered the one convenient thing about falling into a chemical vat and getting hit by lightning.” I then grinned, my mane once again wrapping itself around his waist. “You know what that means, right? No excuses. Fuck my brains out and do it hard.”
He chuckled. “You always knew what you wanted.”
“That's right, and what I want is you. That's why I'm the brains...”
“...and I'm the backbone,” he finished for me, thrusting his hips forward and burying his entire length inside of me.
“Ahhn!” I could feel an incredible warmth spread throughout me. I've never felt so full before in my life. “Now we're finally united as one.”
“Yes, we are,” Aaron said, leaning down and giving me another kiss, which I returned passionately. I opened my mouth and let my tongue do the talking for me. After a moment of surprise, Aaron reciprocated in kind.
“AH!” I screamed loudly as he began to move in and out of me. I could feel him slowly push through my folds, no doubt enjoying the feeling as much as I did.
“It's so tight,” he commented. “I never want to pull out again.”
I placed my hand on his chest, digging my nails into his skin, and I could feel his heartbeat. “Then don't. You're MINE, Aaron. Make me YOURS!”
He pulled me closer, and I pushed my hips upward by coiling some of my locks underneath me to give him a better angle of attack.
As he grew accustomed to the new position, his movements became more and more steady, as well as faster. I could feel his tip hit all the way home with each thrust. “That's it, baby. Fuck me silly!”
“Do you like it? Does my cock feel good to you?”
“Yeah.” My breathing was becoming ragged. “And it's mine. All mine. That wonderful cock of yours is for me alone!”
“Yes, it is,” he confirmed. Stroking my cheek with one hand, he traced my chin with his fingers, and I took them into my mouth, sucking at them for a second. His hand moved further down, cupping my breast. “Then this tight pussy, those incredible tits and that pretty mouth of yours...”
“They're all yours, Aaron,” I told him. “Do with them as you please. AHH!” Hearing that, he suddenly pinched my nipple. Then he really started railing me.
My pussy was burning hot from his relentless assault. I only remember screaming, and I think my tongue was hanging out of my mouth. “FUCK! DON'T STOP! KEEP FUCKING ME LIKE THAT!!! HARDER, AAROOOONNNN!!!”
“Kuh, I'm getting close again. Want me to pull out?”
“NOOO!!!” I screamed, and my entire mane moved to wrap itself around Aaron's body, so he couldn't pull out. “YOUR BABY BATTER IS MINE! I WANT YOU TO SHOOT IT ALL INSIDE ME! SHOW ME HOW MUCH YOU LOVE MEEEE!!!”
“As you wish.” He roared. I've never heard Aaron roar in my life. But I kinda liked it. Or maybe I just liked how he put even more of his back into it and made me scream in ecstasy with every thrust. “Here it comes, Luxi!”
“YES, DO IT!” I could feel his member throbbing inside of me, even as my own insides started to contract. As I felt his cock erupt like a volcano and his hot seed fill me up, my whole body tensed up. “I'M CUMMING, AARON! I'M CUMMING AROUND YOUR COCK!! AAAAAAHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!”
For a moment everything went white in front of my eyes. I must have actually passed out for a second or so. When I finally came out of my trance, I was panting heavily, and Aaron was resting on top of me. His head was lying between my boobs, and I could still feel the hotness between my legs.
I didn't want him to pull out even now. I wanted to enjoy this moment a little longer, so my mane held him close on its own while I wrapped my arms around his head and neck.
“You'll be here, when I wake up, right?” I asked, feeling the sleepiness creep up on me. I had fought one of the Power Ponies to a draw earlier that night, so my strength was sapping fast now.
“Of course I will, Luxi. From now on I'll always be here, when you wake up.”
I considered using the handcuffs again, but decided that there was no reason to. My Aaron would never lie to me, so I snuggled him closer and fell asleep with a contented sigh.
* * *
The next morning I woke up early. For a brief, irrational moment, I was afraid that he wasn't gonna be there. But of course he was. I watched his peaceful face for the better part of an hour.
Then I decided that I could be more productive with my time. Throwing on one of his shirts, I made my way to the kitchen. Luckily I could still keep an eye on him through the open door, so I could be sure that he wasn't going anywhere.
I grew to appreciate my new mane more and more, preparing toast, waffles and fresh eggs all at the same time. Since last night, I've discovered so many new ways of utilizing this new mane of mine. And I still had the leisure to watch Aaron eventually get up and put on some pants and a t-shirt. He wouldn't be wearing them for long, if I had anything to say about it.
“Good morning, Luxi,” he said, wrapping his arms around me from behind and giving me a kiss on the cheek.
I actually giggled at that. “Good morning, honey. Breakfast is almost ready.”
“Smells delicious.” Suddenly there was a knock at the door. “Who could it be at this hour?”
Whoever it was, had just interrupted our lovey-dovey breakfast moment, I thought to myself sullenly, while Aaron went to answer the door. Reason enough to loathe them.
“Oh, it's you, Jackie. What's up?”
Jackie? Was he talking to a mare? Silently I followed him towards the front door, making sure to stay hidden behind the room divider. It was a mare!
“Well,” she said, rubbing her arm. “I'm not really sure how to put this.”
I could feel my eye twitch again. Who was she? And why was she so friendly with MY Aaron? To make it worse, she wasn't that bad looking with that bright, orange coat and long, blonde mane. Then my eyes were drawn toward the bandage on her left arm, and I flew into a blind rage.
In a flash, I was across the room, snatching my beloved up in my mane and extending a few razor-sharp tendrils towards her face. “MARE-VELOUS!” I practically snarled at her. “WHY? WHY CAN'T YOU LEAVE US ALONE? WHY ARE YOU SO HELLBENT ON DESTROYING OUR HAPPINESS?”
She looked at me, then at the bandage that had given her away. “Ugh, I really do suck at this secret identity thing. Ah well, makes what I'm about to say easier.”
“WHAT?”
“Look,” she explained, pointing at the ground. “I also live in this building. Now between working a 9 to 5 job and patrolling the streets for whackjobs at night, a mare needs her beauty sleep. You follow?”
“Yes,” I said, eying her suspiciously. Now that I was getting a closer look, her eyes seemed awfully red and puffy.
“Good. Then I'd appreciate it, if you kept down the noise a bit while, …, you know.”
I looked over at Aaron and found him blushing. Finally realizing what she was getting at, I also began to blush. “Oh, uhm, sorry about that. We'll be more considerate from now on.”
“Thank you kindly. Enjoy your breakfast while I catch some shut-eye,” she said, pulling the door closed behind her.
I let Aaron down and looked at him sheepishly. “Did you know about that?”
He nodded. “About her being Mare-velous? Yeah, we've been friends for a while now, ever since I found out. That's how I talked her into leaving us alone last night.”
Hmph! Jackie, huh? Well, in that case … “Aaron, I'm moving in with you,” I said, grabbing his hand and pulling him towards the kitchen table.
“You are?”
“Of course. I already know one of the neighbors,” I told him over my shoulder while sticking out my tongue. Besides, this way I would be able to keep an eye on him at all times. There better not be some kind of hussy in this building, who thinks she can steal MY Aaron away from me.
And if there was, well, then they'd get acquainted with the Mane-iac!
