Author's Note

*This particular diary entry has a bit of backstory to it, specific to Roseluck. Her sultry tale takes place during the events of another of my stories, Night Rose. Specifically, this fills in the the time period denoted by the scene change near the end of the original story. While not mandatory, I'd highly recommend reading 'Night Rose' first, to get the full context of the scene Roseluck is about to paint for us. ;)

*Also, a big thank you to Olden Bronie for his great advice and editing assistance. I owe you one, good sir!

Episode 13 - Baile de la Pasión (Roseluck)

Dear Red Shoes,

Wow, so I'm really doing this then. I guess I'm not sure what surprises me more - that I'd even consider reading any of the entries that you've posted over time, or that I'd one day be adding one of my own. I went from dismissing your ads as tabloid trash to sitting here at my kitchen table, trying my best to recount the details of one of the greatest—and by far the most erotic—experiences that I've ever had.

I believe you wrote once that you and your ex-wife loved to go dancing, just for the fun of it. Fitting then, as my story involves a lot of dancing... and believe it or not, a pair of red shoes.

"Those are a dancer’s shoes, are they not?"

A simple pair of red shoes, to be exact. Specially designed for flamenco, but nothing fancy about them, really. Yet the random mare that I met earlier noticed them right away, and from that alone knew exactly which directions to give me. She all but disappeared before I could respond to her, but as I ran through the balmy night air, I dearly wished to thank her. Without her keen eye, it might have taken me half the night to find the Tablao Rosa.

And if I hadn’t found the Tablao Rosa when I did, I wouldn’t have found him.

The lights of the tablao were far behind us, as were the sights and sounds of Marecelona’s entertainment district. But the swishing tail and toned flanks in front of me were more than enough to keep my attention as we darted through side streets and criss-crossed one plaza after another. I wasn't sure what to expect once we reached where ever it was that he lived, but if it involved anything close to the baile we had just performed—or the incredible kiss that followed it—I'd have run all night to get there.

Past another plaza, he slowed to a stop at the entrance to a narrow street that seemed to run off to the left, and slightly uphill. I pulled up right in front of him with a mile-wide grin on my face.

"Don't tell me you're lost." I asked with a wink.

"Me? No, not at all, senora." His voice was just as smooth as his figure. If he wasn't dancing, I could have listened to him talk for hours. "But, are you sure that you’re not lost? You do seem to be following me quite insistently."

"Well, I admittedly was lost a few hours ago..." I sidled up closer and looked into his eyes. "But at the moment, I think I'm going your way."

He chuckled and brushed a hoof across my cheek, and I had to fight the urge to swoon all over again. "Well, in that case, let's continue on. Are you ready?"

I leaned in and kissed him deeply, letting the tip of my tongue play along the inside of his lip as I drew back. "What do you think?"

"Hmm..." he licked his lips and smiled. "I'll take that as a yes."

The next thing I saw was his tail swishing across my snout as he took off down the street. "H-hey! Wait up!"

And he did wait up... just long enough for me to race up the small front porch to his flat and rush through the front door. Because the moment I crossed the threshold and kicked the door shut behind me, he twirled around on his heels and swept me up into his embrace. The sudden change in momentum pushed me back enough to press my rump against the door.

"So— Mmph!" Whatever I was thinking of saying was overwhelmed by his kiss. I thought his kiss before was hot, but this one was molten. I gladly melted into his embrace as our tongues danced together. Years of training had taught me to avoid sensory overload when performing, but none of that mattered against the haze of pheromones, sweat, and cologne that permeated the air around us. I couldn't have resisted it if I tried.

"Mhmm..." As I moaned into another kiss, resistance was the furthest thing from my mind.

Finally, the need for oxygen forced us to pull back, leaving us both panting for breath, and smiling like two horny teenaged ponies on prom night.

“H-how long can you stay?” he asked.

His question hit me like a splash of ice cold water. This whole night had been so right, but so fast too, and knowing that it would have to end almost as quickly as it began nearly stopped me in my tracks. My ears lay back, and I had to look away for a moment before finding my voice again.

“I… I head back tomorrow." I glanced back at him, regret written all over my expression. "The next passenger ship won’t be here for another three days otherwise, and I'll unfortunately need to be back before then.”

He opened his mouth, then paused. I swore I could see his heart clenching inside his chest. He took a deep breath, and then looked right at me. “Then in whose name should I remember this fleeting moment?”

I just smiled as I stepped out of my red shoes and kicked them off to the side. “You may call me Rose. But tonight—” I slowly stepped up to him and placed a hoof on his chest. “You can also call me yours.”

What happened next shocked me. He didn't rip off my dress, or drape me over the couch, or even shove his tongue under my tail. No, none of that.

He hugged me.

It was gentle, but firm. Like being wrapped in a warm blanket on a chilly day. He held me close and rested his muzzle across my withers, and I returned the gesture. His breath washed through my mane just as I took a deep breath of my own, reveling in his scent. I wasn't a total stranger to intimacy, but I had never experienced such, well, manners from any stallion. Especially not a stallion in the presence of a willing mare. And judging by the quickly smoldering heat under my tail, I was very willing.

"You're a beautiful mare, Rose. I am fortunate to share this evening with you," he whispered in my ear. My cheeks turned as red as an apple.

"Hmm... I bet you tell all the mares that."

He gently kissed the back of my neck, sending shivers down my back. "Just the ones who truly catch my attention."

I returned the favor with a kiss to his neck, and I could feel him shiver as well. "And how many of them do?"

"A rare few, to be honest," he replied. "But none like you, believe me." He leaned back and stared into my eyes. "There's something different about you, Rose. I could feel it the moment you stepped hoof onto the dance floor. One night together feels like far too little."

In any other circumstance, I'd have dismissed what he'd said as pandering from a horny stallion. But just as he saw something different in me, I felt similarly about him. There was just something so pure about this pony. Something good. Something right.

"I agree," I said. "One night is far too little time."

He nodded and smiled. "Then we shouldn’t waste too much time then, should we?"

He kissed me again then turned and led me further into his home. After a brief stop in the kitchen to take the rose out of my hair and place it in some water, he led me up a short flight of stairs to the upper level. It was a warmly-lit loft-like space, with the typical array of furnishings and a large bed facing out to a trio of windows that had a good view over the city. Just to the left side of my view was the bright neon glow of the entertainment district, and off in the distance to the right, I could just make out the lights of the port terminal.

"Nice view, isn't it?"

"Yes, it is. I was just thinking that it reminds me a bit of—" The rest of that sentence died in my throat, because the view when I turned around took my breath away.

He was in front of a standing wardrobe, with his back to me. And he was taking off his clothes. All of them.

I couldn't tell if he could see me in the reflection of the nearby mirror, but I wouldn't have cared if he did. I wasn't about to tear my eyes away from the sight before me. He untied his green scarf and let his mane flow freely across his shoulders. Half my friends would kill for hair like that.

Next came his dark green shirt, followed by his black pants. Watching him slide out of both of them, the only thing more impressive than his hooves' dexterity was the sight of him au naturale. His ensemble hadn't played any tricks on me before; he really did look that damn good. Broad shoulders and withers, but not bulky like most Earth ponies.

My eyes glazed over as they roamed his body, down his smooth neck, past his chest, and down his side, all the way to the most perfectly toned flanks I had seen on any pony. I could see the muscles beneath his fur, but where Earth stallions are usually all bulk and no form, he was as svelte as any unicorn. Without the clothes, his black and green mane stood out even more against his light silver coat, giving him an alluring air that I'd never expect from an Earth stallion.

He was simply beautiful. That's the only word I could think of when I had stepped onto that stage, and right now, with him standing naked in front of me, 'beautiful' seemed like a massive understatement.

"Reminds you of what?"

It took me a second to realize that he had turned around and asked me a question. "Wh– oh! Um, yes..." I was pretty sure I was blushing from head to hoof now. "Actually, now that I really look—" I paused and let my eyes take him all in again, "I don't think I've ever seen anything like it."

“You flatter me, Rose,” he replied with a sheepish grin, and a slight blush in his cheeks. “Though clearly, I can say same the same for you as well.”

Now it was my turn to look away and blush. “Heh. That’s probably just my dress messing with your head, giving you a false impression of what’s underneath it.”

“Oh, I doubt that.” He crossed the room at a deliberate pace and stood in front of me, our noses mere inches apart. “But it does make me wonder—” He leaned forward and left a slow, soft kiss just behind my right ear. “Just what is beneath this beautiful dress.”

I turned my head a bit so I could whisper in his ear. “Only one way to find out.”

“Mhmm…” His kiss sent a warm shiver down my back. My heart was fluttering in my chest, and he hadn’t even touched me yet. I was sure there was a small part of my mind that was having a small panic attack about going from ‘checking off a travel bucket list item’ to ‘letting a stranger undress you’ in a matter of hours, but for once in my usually risk-averse life, I ignored that voice. I had already satiated one passion when I stepped into that tablao. Now, in this stallion’s embrace, I was going to satisfy a much more carnal desire.

He stepped around to my right side and my pulse picked up even further. My tail twitched beneath my dress, so sure was I of his destination now. But he stopped after only a few steps, and laid a hoof across my withers. Then this mysterious, gorgeous stallion surprised me once again, and in a way I would never have expected.

Using my withers for support, he reached up with his other hoof and gently pulled one of the bobby pins out of my mane. If he noticed my small squeak of surprise, he didn’t respond. He just continued sifting through my mane, pulling each of the pins and clips without so much as tugging on my mane. And I thought his hoofwork on the floor was good…

The last pin came out, and my mane fell out of the small updo I had forced it into. I felt him turn a hoof sideways and fluff my mane a bit, letting it fan out into its more natural state. “That was… unexpected,” I said over my shoulder.

He paused. “Should I stop?”

I shifted my weight to lean further into his touch. “Absolutely not.”

His reply came in the form of a small kiss to the back of my neck. Followed by another, and another, and another. His free hoof began to slowly traipse down my back, each movement followed closely by another kiss. His other hoof dropped back to the floor, only to wrap itself around my fetlock, as if he were holding my hoof. Finally, his muzzle reached my lower back, and he paused. I knew the zippers that held the low-back dress together could be a pain to get, especially for those of us without magic, but he didn’t miss a beat. I felt the edge of his teeth grasp the top zipper and slowly pull it down. The zipper came to a stop at the top of my rump, just above my dock. Just having him that close to my haunches was stoking the fire in my core like crazy.

He gently kissed the top of my rump before moving on to locate the other two zippers. I craned my head to look back and watch him work. “You know your way around a dress,” I smiled. “Don’t tell me you’re a dancer and a tailor.”

“A simple tailor, I assure you,” he replied before lavishing more kisses along my lower back. “Solving wardrobe issues between sets has become my specialty over time.” He chuckled softly before grasping the next zipper with his teeth. Never had the sound of an opening zipper sounded so erotic to me, but every inch those zippers moved, that much more of my coat was exposed to his eyes. And I didn’t need to be able to see him to know that his eyes were on me.

With the zippers undone, and both of my flanks peppered from top to bottom in small kisses, he slowly circled around to my front again. We kissed again, and this time I made sure to thank him with a slip of my tongue into his upper lip. His lips moved to my cheek, then my jawline, and across my neck, and it was all I could do to stay upright. He reached around my neck with both forehooves and unhooked the small clasp that held the front of the dress up. The twin straps fell down around my neck and bounced against my chest.

“There we go.” He stepped back and looked at me with a warm smile. “May I take that, Rose?”

That he was being such a gentlestallion melted my heart even more. “Please do,” I sighed. And me as well.

After a few false starts that left us giggling like school fillies, he had maneuvered the dress off of me and carefully hung it in the wardrobe. It’s the moment he returned to my side and looked at me that it hit me that I was now as naked, as exposed as he was. And if the almost electric glow in his eyes was any indication, he liked what he was seeing as much as I did.

I could feel his gaze pouring over me, soaking in every detail he could; from the two-toned waves in my mane to the tips of my hooves, and everything in between. I’m not normally one to flaunt or preen, but I’d be lying if I said that I didn’t feel like a goddess just then. And I returned his stare in full, taking in his gorgeous, lithe form one more time. The more I stared, the hotter my blood ran, and the more heat I could feel building in my haunches. He circled around me and I could feel the tip of his tail graze against my sides, then my lower legs, and up the inside of my thighs.

He came back around to face me, and my tail was already twitching back-and-forth in anticipation. The scent of his musk was beginning to tease my nostrils, while the first drops of arousal were seeping into my haunches. I grabbed his muzzle between my hooves and kissed him as deeply as I could. When I finally pulled back, I gave him the most alluring stare that I could muster. “Any other moves you’d like to show me?”

I could almost feel the fire behind his eyes as he stared back at me. “Just a few.”

Our lips met, and the room around me became a blur. All my senses focused on him, on us. Our tongues staged a little dance of their own as they explored each other’s mouth. Hooves roamed freely, touching everything they could reach. At some point we pulled each other down to the floor, our lips parting for but a moment as we fell into the soft embrace of the large plush rug that lay at the foot of his bed.

We lay side-by-side for as few minutes, with our bellies pressed together and our legs intertwined. I let a hoof rest against his chest as I kissed him as slowly and passionately as I could. He brushed a hoof across my cheek on its way to wrapping around my neck, and he returned my kiss in kind. I moaned into his lips, and gladly opened myself to his tongue and his hooves.

When the need for oxygen forced us to part, he leaned further into me and rolled me onto my back. My hind legs parted without hesitation, allowing him room to maneuver himself on top of me without putting his full weight onto my chest. I gazed up into his brilliant blue eyes, and my cheeks flushed crimson. My breath caught in my throat. I opened my mouth to speak, but couldn’t find more than a pant of breath as every fiber of me ached for his touch once more.

“Keep going,” I finally managed. “Please.”

He started with a kiss. A deep, passionate kiss that quite literally took my breath away. His tongue danced with mine gradually, twirling around it in circles, each one a little deeper, and a little harder than the last. Then his lips moved down my muzzle and up to the tips of my ears. He kissed each ear in turn before playfully nipping them just enough to send warm shivers down my spine. I couldn’t stop a squeal at the sensation, which only encouraged him to do it again, leaving me laughing and panting for more at the same time.

“Mhmm…” I moaned as I wrapped my hooves around his neck. “You do know how to treat a mare.”

“Oh, that?” He quickly kissed me and smiled. “That was just the warm up.”

What happened after that… it almost defies description. It was beautiful, passionate, loving, sensual, tantalizing, methodical—

And hotter than the surface of the sun.

My eyes fluttered closed as he left gentle, peckish kisses along my jawline and down to my neck. My head turned up and to the side, and I soon felt a deeper, heavier kiss that left me breathless again. Each touch of his lips sent warm shivers through my body, as if I were slowly floating away on a sea of pure bliss.

He let out a satisfied hum as his focus moved down to my chest. Each kiss felt like a touch from a hot stone, while every lap of his tongue against my skin felt like a cool bath. The contrast was exhilarating, far more so than any trip to the spa, and the more he kept it up, the wetter I was getting. In minutes I became like putty in his hooves, and the more arousal flooded my senses, the more I surrendered everything to his whims.

My forelegs fell to my sides and I arched my back, pushing my chest further into his carnal embrace. “Yes don’t sto— Mhmm…” I could barely form a coherent word and he hadn’t even touched my haunches yet.

His lips moved down to my lower belly, and that sea of bliss began morphing into a maelstrom of lust. He was moving just as slowly and methodically as before, but now he was pushing nearly all of my buttons at once. While his lips teased my soft underbelly, his hooves were gently caressing the inside of my thighs, and when his hooves were drawing lazy circles around one nipple, his tongue was suckling the other like a lollipop.

Most any stallion would have surrendered to their instincts and abandoned foreplay long ago, but not him. I could tell he intended on savoring the moment, and every inch of me. And my increasingly loud whimpers and moans, to say nothing of the arousal dribbling from my core, made it clear that I wanted more.

And by the heavens above did he give it to me.

I felt his tongue brush across my soaked lips and I nearly cried it felt so good. “Aahn! Yes!” My heart nearly leapt out of my chest with every touch of his lips, every sweep of his tongue. If he was methodical before, this… this was a divine torture. And stars help me, I couldn’t get enough. “Mhmm, y-yes… don’t— Aahn! Don’t stop!”

He responded by hooking a free hoof around my flank and pulling my rear even closer to his waiting muzzle - a motion I gladly aided by bucking my hips into him and spreading my hind legs as far as I could. My hips began flexing over and over, pushing my drenched marehood as deep into his embrace as possible. Every nerve in my body was tingling with pleasure as his tongue circled my clit over and over again. His free hoof began teasing my nipples at the same time, and it didn’t take long before I could feel an orgasm bearing down on me. “Yesyesyes– F-Faster!”

He quickened the pace, sliding his tongue up and down in long, broad strokes. “Just like that, just like— Aahn!” His tongue dove past my inner lips and I was right at the edge in an instant. “More! Y-yes!” His hooves came up to rest on my belly, and when my hips flexed again, he tightened his grip on me and held my rear end in place, just off the floor… giving him a perfect angle to lap at my clit like a piece of candy.

“I-I— Aahn!” My entire body tensed as I came hard and fast. His tongue didn’t stop at all, flicking my clit and lapping up every drop of my arousal like it was nectar. As my orgasm began to recede, he slowly let me down, and the moment he did, I sat up enough to grab his hooves and pulled him into a deep, almost desperate kiss. I moaned and whimpered into his lips, savoring my taste on his tongue. I pulled him back down with me and showered him with kisses until I was forced to breathe again.

“I want you,” I panted, trying to catch my breath. “I need you.” I nipped at his neck, taking the chance to lick at his coat as well. The slight taste of sweat and pheromones hit my tongue, and I couldn’t help but lavish some more attention on him as well.

“Mhmm… I’d say so,” he sighed while I continued to pepper his neck with kisses. “And—” His free hoof reached back and brushed against my nethers, spiking my pulse in an instant. “So do I.”

“Good. As you said earlier—” I snaked a free hoof under his belly and brushed it along his sheath. Now it was his turn to gasp for breath. “I didn’t come all this way just to watch.”

After a bit of shuffling to untangle ourselves, we managed to get back on our hooves. My hind legs were still tingling with the echoes of my orgasm, but that just gave me more reason to lean into him as we moved from the floor toward his bed. He reached the bedside first, and turned to face me.

He opened his mouth, but I cut him off with another kiss, and a very obvious wink. I pushed him backwards until his rump hit the bed, but I kept nudging him further still. He took the hint and lifted himself onto the bed, taking a position on his back. I crawled up onto the bed after him, and I had to stop to just soak in the view. By the stars…

There he was, laid out before me, fully exposed to my hungry gaze. The light coming through the windows framed the scene perfectly, while the glow of the nearby lamps caught the sheen of sweat on his coat, giving it a kind of sensual, soft glow. I kept my eyes on him as I crawled up the bed and lay atop his chest, our muzzles almost touching. “This time, I’ll lead.”

Whatever response he may have planned withered into a satisfied groan as our lips met. I kissed him with everything I had, intent on returning his passion in equal measure. His lips opened readily, and our tongues resumed their intricate dance. Now it was his hooves that wrapped around my neck and held me close, spurring me on. And I was more than happy to oblige.

My lips wandered across his neck and down to his chest, peppering him with kisses and licks just as had done to me. My free hoof began traipsing up and down his barrel, leaving him gasping for breath. “R-Rose… oh, wow…” Hearing him melt under my touch sent my heart soaring; feeling his cock brushing against my belly re-lit the fire in my core in an instant, and it wasn’t long before I could smell my arousal building again.

I shuffled further back, leaving a trail of kisses and licks all over his belly the further south I went. A gentle kiss to the tip of his member—just enough to make him gasp again—and then I passed right by it, instead lavishing kisses and nips all over his lower belly and onto his haunches. “Y-you’re such a t-tease— Mhmm!” he gasped between moans.

“Am I?” I punctuated the question by dragging the tip of my hoof all the way up his length. A more than adequate length at that, I added to myself.

“Y-Yes…” He squirmed beneath me; already I could feel his cock twitching against my skin, anxious for more.

“Hmm... “ I sighed contentedly as I continued brushing my hoof against him. “Takes one to know one, right?” I kissed his medial ring, sending a shudder through his body, then quickly followed with a long, slow lick all the way to his tip that left him breathless. But I wasn’t nearly done with him yet.

A slight shift to my left and I dragged my tongue back the other way, all the way to the base of his cock. Then I shifted some more and did it all again. And again, and again. I kept licking, kissing, and caressing him, and I didn’t stop until he was quivering beneath me, gasping for breath just as I had under his magnificent tongue.

And the entire time, I never took my eyes off of him. I wanted to see his reaction when I took him into my mouth. I wanted to see his eyes flutter when my tongue swirled around his tip as if it were a lollipop. I wanted to hear him moan and whine and beg for more as I lapped up every drop that oozed out of him.

Part of me wanted to lavish attention on his nethers all night, but the rest of me—especially my thoroughly soaked haunches—wanted all of him. I gave him a final lick before kissing my way back up his chest and almost lunging into a heated kiss.

“Sit up a bit,” I panted between kisses.

His tongue swept across the inside of my lip as he pulled back. “W-What did you have in mind?”

“You’ll see,” I replied with my best bedroom voice.

That spurred him into action, and after a bit of squirming and a nudge or two from me, I had him right about where I wanted him. “Like that?” he asked.

I looked him over while brushing some of my now thoroughly frazzled mane behind my ear. He was leaning up against the headboard now, similar to how a pony would recline to read a book in bed. Except for his very erect cock bobbing in the air, of course. “Hmm…” I hummed.

I crawled all the way up the bed, until I could lower my upper body onto his chest, and brace my forelegs against the headboard. “Actually, that’s perfect,” I whispered. My hind legs slowly bent as if I were sitting back, and I slid my rump down his barrel until I felt his tip brush the entrance of my marehood. I licked the tip of his ear and smiled.

“Just perfect.”

The world seemed to glow as I pushed myself onto him. Feeling him glide past my soaked outer lips, and then with only a small nudge, part my inner lips and truly fill me was beyond amazing; like touching perfection and having it touch you back in the most erotic way possible.

My hips flexed a bit, and he let out a low moan. I dropped one of my hooves from the headboard and placed it on his chest. The extra leverage let me roll my hips backward, taking him in a little deeper. I squeezed my inner walls ever so slightly as a shudder raced up my spine. The rhythm was coalescing in my mind now, just as it had before. I could feel it in our every motion, hear it in the thundering of our hearts, taste it in every passionate kiss.

Our lips parted, but he held me close. His eyes were almost blazing with raw passion. Had the room been totally dark, they might have glowed. It was all I could do to return his stare and not melt on the spot.

“Rose, I…” His voice trailed off, but his eyes—those entrancing blue eyes—said it for him.

“Shh…” I whispered, and kissed him again. “I do too.”

I let my full weight fall into his lap, hilting him inside of me, and I nearly cried out in sheer joy.

Words failed both of us after that. Well, coherent words, anyway. Everything became lost in a beautiful haze of pure, unbridled passion. If our first dance was a roaring storm, our second was a slow rain. The kind that seemed to go on forever, soaking through everything it touched. Each step was met not with a thunderous crack but a slow rumble, and a plea for more, and more, and still more.

We didn’t need a DJ, or a band. Not then. Our bodies were the instruments, the sound of our lovemaking was our song. Stifled moans and shuddering breaths were the verse, wrapped in a refrain of wanton cries and whispered pleas.

Our bodies moved as one, as if we were masters of each other’s every detail. My walls squeezed around him and he would push back just enough. My haunches slid up, and his hips rose to meet me. The base of my tail was drenched in arousal, and I could feel more of my juices dribble out onto both of us with each push. Our manes were a mess, our coats slick with sweat and musk. Every breath I took was filled with pheromones and sex and lust and dear Celestia I could have made love to him for eternity and never had enough of his touch, his voice, his cock, his everything.

I didn’t know if it was possible to fall in love in a single night, but any remaining doubts were vaporized the moment he put his hooves on my cutie marks, held my rump in place, and pushed into me with everything he had.

“Aahn!” I threw my head back and cried out. “Yes!” He pushed again and I didn’t even try to stifle a near-feral growl of pleasure. Adrenaline raced through me like lightning, setting my every nerve on fire. “Oh stars yes!”

I leaned forward again, almost flopping onto his chest. My mane spilled around my neck, forming a curtain of sorts to either side of our muzzles. My hooves wrapped around his neck for leverage, and when he pushed again, I shifted as much weight to my hips as possible to push back.

“Yes, Rose. Yes!”

Of all the immense pleasure I had experienced that night, it was that one moment that sent me hurtling over the edge. There was a real passion, an almost palpable devotion in his voice, the kind you don’t hear from any heat-buddy or one-night stand. Knowing that this beautiful stallion’s heart was as real, as exposed as mine was in that moment set my very being on fire.

I didn’t say anything, and neither did he. We just knew, somehow. I pushed into him, and he pushed back. Once, twice, three times. I felt him shaking beneath me, his breath ragged. My inner walls gripped him like a silken vice, and his eyes went wide. His whole body tensed up for a moment, and as our eyes locked in that split-second between reality and elysium, I swear I saw our very souls merge.

“Rose! C-Cumming!”

“Yesyesyes! Cum with me!”

My body shuddered as a mind-numbing orgasm roared through me like a tidal wave. He cried out again, and the first wave of his cum flooded my core like lava. I dropped my muzzle into the crook of his shoulder, held onto him as tightly as I could, and ground my marehood into him, flexing and squeezing until he was out of cum—and we were out of breath.

We stayed like that long after our orgasms had subsided. Just feeling our barrels pressing against each other, heaving from labored breaths and covered in sweat, cum, and arousal, was more than enough.

After some time, we retreated to the bathroom, where he pampered me like I had never been pampered before… and demonstrated just how easy it can be to make love while standing up in a shower. He changed the sheets while I combed my mane and tail out, and we cuddled up on the bed. Sleep took us quickly, but I’ll never forget his last words to me before I drifted off.

“Thank you, Rose. My beautiful dancer…”

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Leaving that next morning was the hardest thing I’ve ever had to do. Deep down, I knew that if I waited to wake him up, I’d probably miss my ship. Not because I wouldn’t make it back to the port in time, but because it’d be all but impossible for me to look into his eyes again and still walk away.

I managed to slip out of bed and back into my dress without waking him from his rather cute snoring. But it was then, with my hooves literally halfway down the stairs, that I realized that I had never gotten his name. Not even once. I quickly looked around the room for something, anything with his name on it, but found nothing. Then an idea hit me.

With soft steps, I slipped downstairs and plucked the rose from its vase, then returned to the bedroom. I reached into his closet and pulled his green scarf off of its hanging loop, and nestled the rose into its place instead. I wrapped the scarf around my neck, smiling at the faint scent of cologne that wafted past me.

As I left, I placed a gentle peck on his head.

“You’re welcome... “

I turned to give him one last look before going down the stairs.

“My love.”

Every time I go dancing now, whether for practice or for a show at the local dance hall, the scarf is around my neck. I told my friends that it’s a lovely gift that I received from a pony at the tablao, and technically, that’s correct. What they don’t know is how personal this gift really is for me.

Still, it’s amazing that the key to my whole story, the one thing that made what I'm sharing here possible, is a literal pair of red shoes. If that somehow wins me a prize, Red Shoes, I'll take a one-way ticket back to Marecelona. Even now, months later, I can hear the music—and that stallion—calling to me.

And this dancer wants an encore.