A Brush With A Beauty

You hear a light knock at the door, taking you out of a little nap. You step over to the door, scratching your sides. Alright, what now? What are these losers going to do to me?

You hear some soft scratching on the other side. You reach for the handle, but it doesn’t budge. “Hello?” you ask. You hear nothing back for a moment. You look down, and you see a little bit of water seeping out from outside the door. “Can I come out now?”

“What kinds of music do you like?” asks a voice outside the door. You can’t tell who it is, sounding like some kind of magical cross of Colgate, Cheerilee, and Twilight all in one.

“Music?”

“Just something for the mood?”

“Mood?” You jiggle the handle once more. “What mood—” You run your fingers through you hair, sliding up against the door. “Smooth, content, sheltering...” You fumble for words. “Soft electronica, stuff that wraps you like a fluffy lace pillow.” Now, what on earth is this all about!

“Just a little change of plan. Follow the trail, sweetie.” The voice giggles.

“Now wait just one damn seco—”

The door jiggles a little. You turn to the side, grasping the handle with both hands. You pull back and it finally flips open. You stagger to the left, leaning up against the hallway wall. You step forwards and almost slip, gripping the open door.

You look down and see drops of water leading you along the hallway, but stopping before you reach back to the library. You walk on, seeing creases going up part of the wall where the trail ends. A secret door? Well, it’s hardly secret. Maybe part of the construction? You press against the wall, revealing a short staircase.

You see more wet drops along the steps. You head up, careful not to slip. You hear gentle repetitive beats coming from the floors above you. You shrug, still moving. You make a left turn, and you see a cream colored canvas stretching down in front of you.

“You.”

You reach out, pulling down the canvas ever so slowly. You feel a magical kind of haze in the air, pouring through the room in front of you. It can’t affect me. So what’s it for? The music? To just set the scene?

The electronic music, embracing you like a blanket, amps up as you toss the canvas onto the floor. You step into the new room, heart starting to beat faster. You gaze around, eyes bouncing from the ornate grandfather clock to the telescope pointing out into the night sky to the enormous bed with silky grey sheets to the cozy looking dark brown tables besides the walls and everywhere in between. You scratch you head as you stare at the sky, knowing that it has to actually be day outside.

You don’t really care about the trick, loving how the bright moonlight shines straight down through the glassy roof onto the bed. You take a seat, lying back upon a patch of inky black pillows. Well, it ain’t exactly ‘internment’, now is it? You take a huge breath, your hands nudging behind your head.

“You… you’ve been waiting…”

You toss your body over to the side, eyes bulging as you see Colgate appearing inside a doorway. She hops from the bathroom right onto the bed besides you. You shift backwards, losing your spot as she makes the bed jiggle. You blink. Before you have any idea what’s just happened, you find yourself lying against the piles of pillows with Colgate perched on top of you.

Her mane and tail, soaking wet with water almost pouring off endlessly, rubs up against your arms and legs. She points her nose over at your shoulder, nudging against your skin. Your hands curl up naturally, without a single thought, onto her belly. Her moist fur feels amazing against your fingers.

“I’m sorry, if only I had known from Twilight earlier,” Colgate whispers, “you poor thing. Treated so badly in Ponyville right when you came here, bullied by foals no less. And coming after your own issues that you’ve dealt with on your own planet— your depression.” She rubs her face up against your neck. Her hooves, wet just like the rest of her body, dig into your chest through your shirt.

“It’s alright,” you murmur. What the hell is wrong with you, dude? She’s a horse. Horse. Four hooves with a mane and tail. ‘Neigh’ means ‘neigh’. You don’t know whether to hate your budding erection or thank goodness for your luck with such a beautiful girl… that just so happens to be a mare.

“Those sra-values,” she whispers, “all that sensual-related-anxiety, building up inside of you—” She moves her thighs up against your legs, her wet fur caressing your crotch. “Building up, higher and stronger than ever. Build up so hard.” As you feel a swelling against your shorts, Colgate pulls her head back. You gaze at her, marveling at those immense blue eyes that look like oceans you could swim in forever. She nudges her nose against yours, smiles going up both your faces.

Her tail wraps itself around your right leg, her bottom hooves curling up around your toes. She takes a deep breath as she slides her head to the left, her mane now tossed against the sides of her face. You can’t believe the sheer pleasure from the million little strokes by her beautiful blue and white locks. You feel your cheeks almost glow.

Colgate pulls up a hoof and wraps it around the back of your head. By now, your clothes and skin feel absolutely soaked. Yet you have to have more, lots more. You gaze at each other, and she moves in.

You lips lock. You have no idea what to do. You wonder if she does as well. You both can hardly care. She brings her head side to side, savoring your first kiss together. Her tongue slips around you mouth, tickling against your teeth. Your hands clench against her sides, feeling so overcome from the emotion.

She jiggles back a bit to kiss you once again. She goes at it again, head sliding up and down. As you make you, her hooves reach down and rub against your shorts. Your hands grip her shoulders, Colgate starting to softly moan. You do the same.

She pulls you upwards, your shorts and boxers almost melting off of you, and you both speed through tender, emotional kiss after tender, emotional kiss. She finally lifts her head back, saliva dripping down from her mouth across your cheek. You grin, feeling her thighs rubbing up against your manhood. But she’s a horse! A cartoon magical something! She’s… I don’t care. I should stop pretending that I care.

Colgate shifts her body backward, sitting up atop your belly. Her flanks nudge up against your manhood, and you let out an embarrassingly feminine coo. She grinds backwards for a while, teasing you as she blushes. Your hands move all up and down her chest, your fingers filling up with her fur.

She makes such wonderful little gasps, tossing her head side to side. You can’t take it, hoping against hope that you won’t empty out a creamy load onto her back right then and there. Your hands migrate over to her shoulders, pulling her forwards.
Your faces lined up once more, she leans over and pecks you on the cheek. As you take in her wonderful minty fresh scent, her mane now going all over your face, she litters kisses up to your ear. She whispers, “I’m honored that you’ve chosen me to be the mare that fixs you.”

“Fix me,” you repeat, hardly able to think. Everything has just happened too fast, so unbelievably fast that you almost want to spot the whole scene to pinch yourself. You watch as she stands up above you on the bed, her tail drooped over your belly and her bottom hooves locked against your sides. Your eyes move down her still dripping wet body over to the area between her legs, her smooth pinky-white slit almost shining from the moonlight.

She’s a pony. A horse. A pony. A cartoon character. With a cartoon’s… puffy… cute… delicious pink pussy… She shifts forwards, her wonderful marehood coming up towards your face. You gasp, mind losing all capacity for rational thought. You’re not going to pretend that you care anymore, holding back from your emotions in the slightest anymore.

“Before we’re just all ready, if you could just—”

You shove your face forwards, giving her marehood a huge slurp from bottom to top. She groans, her front hooves wiggling behind your head. You keep on slurping, hardly able to stand how magically delicious she tastes, and you love how you send ripples of pure joy up her sides. Your tongue dances around little patterns, your hands rubbing up against her wonderful flanks at the same time.

Colgate moans again and again. Your slurps turn into kisses, and finally to playful teases of your tongue— just almost moving inside of her. You grip her backside hard, fingers digging into her wet fur, and you feel her tail wiggling from your belly over to your manhood.

Your tongue rubs up against something ribbed, sensing her love juices pouring out onto your face. You lick inside, your face pushing forwards. She calls out a muffled scream, her hooves slapping the back of your neck. You messily slurp around as you pull your head out, and you hear her panting loudly. As bursts of pleasure erupt from behind her eyes, she almost collapses upon you.

Your face moves up to her chest, her mane wrapped completely around your head. You know what you have to do, what the area between your legs is begging you desperately to do. Your hands move up and embrace her hooves. She makes a happy sigh, legs nudging down yours.

Colgate shifts backwards, your hands pushing her straight up on top of you. You take a huge breath as she curls her body around, suddenly positioning her soaked slit right above your manhood. You gaze forwards, afraid to move. You feel so totally overwhelmed, dream after dream coming through in such a short time that your head is spinning.

“It’s your first, right?” Colgate asks, her horn lighting up as her eyes lock with yours once again.

“Yeah… you’re… my… my… first…” you mutter— barely able to think, let alone talk.

“That makes me happy,” she squeaks. You look up to see her horn going brightly, and her mane flutters out in front of her— even softer, longer, sleeker, and wetter than before. You immediately look down as her marehood nudges against the tip of your rod. Tingles of pure pleasure already dance up your skin. “I’m glad that it’s me, out of all the mares of Equestria and all the females of your home planet. Fixing you.”

“I love you,” you blurt out. You’re far beyond thinking things through, but you still pause.

She doesn’t respond. She simply curls her magically charged mane around your face, head, neck, and shoulders. You take in the delicious minty embrace, groaning with pleasure, and your hands lock against her hooves. Fingers going into her soft blur fur, the contrast feels like nothing you could have ever dreamed of. You feel her pressing down,

*Thrust!*

Colgate lets out a deep, soothing coo. You follow with a louder, sharper coo— sounding even girlier. You bite against Colgate’s mane, unable to take the pluses of joy slamming your senses. She moves down inch by inch, every tiny move lifting your higher into pure bliss, and pops down right to the base. You groan, hands shaking. You feel her magically grip your hands, applying them right to her chest.

You feel her heart beating fast as a jackhammer. She grinds left to right, her wet snugness giving you such intense pleasure. You can barely keep from emptying yourself right inside of her, right now. She rubs forwards, legs nudging along your body.

She lifts up, taking her sweet time, and she prepares to pump down again. You shiver from head to toe, Colgate going right to the base once again. You can hardly hold back anymore, barely breathing. She makes thrust after thrust, calling out with loud squeal after loud squeal every single time.

She starts pumping faster, bottom hooves smashing against the sheets. She slides her hooves up and down your arms, cooing all the while. As you both feel surges of pure joy going through you, sharing in such wonderful mutually pleasure, her noises become crazy, almost deperate sounding.

She flips her mane and tail around in the air, slapping against your body. You see tears pouring from her eyes, head leaning up against yours. You grip your hands upon her shoulders, and you build up to make that one last intense thrust.

She screams with total abandonment, head flipping backwards and hooves quivering in the air. You feel her marehood soaking you, love juices dripping along your belly and legs. She collapses upon you, your hands keeping her from falling to the side.

She gazes at you, panting uncontrollably. Her sparkly blue eyes say so much more than words ever could. Your hips slide up. You feel ready and willing to lose yourself inside of her. She closes her eyes and puckers her lips. You lean up and kiss her.

Bodies locked in a complete and total embrace with your lips on hers— your hands in her front hooves, your legs curled against her bottom hooves , her belly and chest rubbed up against yours, and everything in between— you make your final thrust. You feel her mane and tail wrapped completely around your bodies, giving an endless magical hug. You both moan, pleasure boiling your minds so much that it almost drips your brains right out of your eyes.

You want this pure bond, this close embrace, to last forever. Yet it barely lasts a minute. She makes a huge, long gasp as she rises off of you, hopping over into another pile of pillows. You watch with an enormous smile as your sticky wet cream oozes out of her pink slit and drips along her leg— marking her along her blue fur. Her horn pulses with blue magical energy, some kind of blue liquid collecting at the tip.

“W-well… uh…” Colgate calls out, panting profusely, “a t-two m-m-more n-nights, uh, of that… and y-you’ll… b-be docile, c-calm, c-cool, and…”

“Fixed,” you say, leaning up over to her. Your hands move up to her horn, stroking it. She makes a half-scream, body exhausted. Your right hand moves up, and you flick the tip with her fingers.

*Pop!*

A bright blue explosion, sounding like a firecracker going off, knocks you a few feet away. You see Colgate with her tongue hanging out, body shivering, and you grin. You see thick magical goop, looking a lot like blueberry jam, drip off of her horn onto her own face. You grin from cheek to cheek.

Two hours later…

{ Dear Princess Celestia,

Today, another human appeared at the children’s play area on the north side of town, besides that newly expanded forest. I got through a little of the necessary paperwork, but he proved unruly. He had the same overly aggressive, overly masculine attitude of most of these young male humans.

When we tested him, we found the highest sra-value ever documented: one thousand, two-hundred, and fifty-seven. It’s amazing that he could even walk around with that kind of inner turmoil, coursing through his body like poison. We have to let the researchers know that one thousand doesn’t pass into fatality after all.

Fortunately, that “fixing” procedure that you invented worked perfectly. The now docile, humble human has expressed a lot of interest in working for the new Canterlot factory until the time comes that he can no longer stay in Equestria safely, when he starts transforming. We’re still going through the requisite paperwork, but he appears to be an ideal candidate for that one assistant position. I hope that we can get a visa for him soon.

Your faithful student,

Twilight Sparkle

P.S. Colgate is very interested in accommpying him over to Canterlot if he does qualify. I don’t know about the security restrictions, but I hope that we can look into that. }

You nod as Twilight finishes reading the letter, holding Colgate close, and the purple unicorn calls over Spike. You gaze at Colgate once again. You still feel pretty wary about what she said before— about how she has open relationships involving ponies, dragons, and griffons. You don’t judge, but you’d rather have her all to herself than share in her love with some other guys. Yet you’ll always be her first human, regardless. You smile, flashing back to Twilight’s description of your future. As Spike sends the letter off, blowing a burst of magical flame, you make a happy sigh.

The End