Warmth, Feeling, Passion

by Caustic

Rating: mature
Tags: Romance
Length: 2195

Twilight finally lets herself have some fun.

Twilight finally lets herself have some fun, indulging in some alone time.

Verbose, sensual, fuelled by self hatred. What could possibly be any better?

Published 1970-01-01 00:00:00 UTC
Last updated 2012-04-29 17:54:03 UTC

Warmth, Feeling, Passion

The door slid home with a resounding click, the sound echoing in the near-darkness. Twilight slid forward on gentle hooves, wincing every single time she heard her own hoof-steps sound out loudly into the empty air.

The only light she had available to her was a single spluttering candle, the flame dancing erratically on her bedside table like a moth. Her room was its usual chaotic order of books, scrolls, pots of ink and quills, the sheer volume of material appearing to the untrained eye to overwhelm even the most fanatical organisation.

But Twilight saw none of this. Her breaths came short and sharp, hissing in the amber gloom in perfect synchronisation with her own heart. The throbbing organ itself fluttered in her chest like a hummingbird, hinting at the excitement filling her, the promise of things to come.

She slid into her bed as quietly as she could, letting the sheets cover her body in a pool of fabric that caressed her coat, sending tingles running down her legs. Twilight lay there for a moment, her body mostly covered by the sheets, staring up at the darkened ceiling.

She inhaled… she exhaled. Her stomach twisted in a sharp jab of nerves, the feelings coursing through her like untamed wildfire.

Twilight’s eyes darted left and right, checking the shadows in the corners for any eyes that may be watching. Of course, there were none. There was just her, finally alone. There was nothing but her, her breathing, and the silence.

She trembled with excitement, knowing that what she had been waiting for was just around the corner, tantalising with its closeness. Letting a breath exhale sensually from her lips, Twilight finally acted.

She let her front hooves trail down her body in a disjointed tandem, the left trailing the right as they crawled down her stomach. The light touch sent a wave of tingles washing through her, causing her to gasp loudly as she neared home.

The tension was built up inside the unicorn’s body like a bottle of soda, filling her with energy, tingling emotion and fire. She drew small, decreasing circles just above her goal, letting the hoof tickle the sensitive hair. She shivered in delight every time the revolution brought her close to the destination, her muscles clenching in anticipation.

Her left hoof ran up her flank, brushing against her cutie mark as it continued upward, lingering high on her chest, moving subconsciously in the same direction as its partner, only a foot or so lower.

As her hooves brushed over her body, exploring the now familiar curves, textures, and detail, she moaned softly. She could barely take it, the maddening pressure building between her legs, threatening to spill out like floodwater from a dam. Her stomach fluttered with pent up nervousness, knowing that she was so close, that the release she had been craving for so long was so very near. It was within her grasp; all she had to do was reach out… and touch it.

Inhaling with a shuddering breath, Twilight inched her right hoof down lower, gasping as she finally made contact. She pressed down on the top of her slit with a quivering hoof, moving it in small circles as she applied pressure. Her tail flicked sideways, its movements altogether imprisoned, trapped as it was underneath the unicorn’s prone form.

Encouraged by the mounting strain, Twilight inched her hoof down lower, pressing into the depths of the velvety folds as she continued to apply a gentle pressure. Her eyes rolled to the back of her head as she arched her back, pushing her body to the ceiling as her circles began to grow larger and faster. She felt the lips part and slide underhoof with each revolution, growing noticeably wetter with every passing moment.

Twilight gasped as she moved lower yet again, now near the bottom of her twitching sex. She pressed her hoof in a little deeper, now feeling it slid up into her body, drawn inside by lightly clenching walls that beckoned her inwards with small bolts of pleasure. Chasing the spikes of fire that left her panting for more, Twilight started to add the faintest hint of a thrusting motion to her hoof, letting it move in and out, never quite fully entering, and never quite leaving the depths of her moist flower.

She moaned again, this time a little louder as her hoof slid in a little deeper, the walls clenching down on it greedily, trying to pull it in deeper. Unable to resist its call, she obliged, drawing her hips inward as she drove her hoof into her body, not too deep, but deep enough to satisfy the urge. She was breathing heavily, her tongue hanging out of her mouth as she panted in a rhythm that matched the movements of her hoof perfectly, thrust for gasp, revolution for moan.

Her body shook with pleasure as she writhed underneath the covers, letting the feeling fill her completely, growing and building as she tried to stop it from exploding. Just as she was reaching a peak, she slowed down, fighting the urge to cry out in frustration. But the rational part of her brain fought back, telling herself to be patient, to wait and draw it out. She had been waiting for this for so long; there was no reason to finish it when she could double the enjoyment now.

Twilight stopped moving her hoof altogether and instead pressed into deep into her wet sex, letting the mere force of her touch send tingles of pleasure course through her body like lightning. She let her hoof sit there for a moment, holding it against her marehood, trembling with excitement. Letting the air flow past her lips in a satisfied moan, Twilight pressed her lower legs together, allowing them to press her hoof deeper into her slit. She moaned again as her plan worked perfectly, forming a slow deliberate movement designed to tease her with the promise of more, but not go too fast as to end things too quickly.

Now panting again, her back arched as far back as it could go underneath the silken covers, Twilight pressed her legs together repeatedly in rhythmic squeezes, moaning in delight every time her legs met.

Unconsciously, she found herself growing faster and faster, her legs clenching shut and releasing in a rapidly increasing pattern, driven by the pressure once again building like a tempest before the explosion of fury. Unable to control herself, Twilight started rubbing herself in gentle circles with the hoof pressed so firmly against her velvety folds, the dripping excitement covering it completely.

She moaned, this time a little louder, letting the fire course through her. Knowing that she wouldn’t last much longer anyway, she decided to move onto the next part of her ritual.

Twilight stopped clenching her legs together and instead moved her hoof up a fraction, still maintaining the pressure that sent tingles running through her entire body. But now, she was searching, moving the folds in an effort to find her prize.

Her eyes widened in pure ecstasy when she found it, moaning loudly, unable to prevent the affirmation of the joy spreading through her from escaping her lips. She rubbed the firm nub firmly, but slowly, gasping every time she completed a revolution of her hoof. The fire was burning brightly inside of her, filling her up completely, a mounting pressure just begging to be released, to be set free, bringing with it the sweet promise of release and relief.

She rubbed her clit harder and faster, knowing that she couldn’t have stopped herself from doing so even if she tried. She was a slave to the feeling, to the mounting strain that burned at her nethers, filling her completely.

Twilight writhed on her bed like a snake, totally unable to control her own body as she followed the pleasure, the feeling mounting and dimming as her body’s own movement caused her to touch her spot in different ways. She tried to follow each spike as it hit her, bringing her one step closer to her prize every time.

And it was then, driven by the explosion building inside of her like a super volcano, that she let the final part of her routine fall into place. The pegasus filled her thoughts with a flash of colour, the cyan blue body settling in her mind’s eye directly in front of her, just out of reach, just like always.

The pegasus turned to face the unicorn as she twisted in pleasure, a slave to the feeling dominating her body. Twilight cast her eyes appreciatively over the pegasus’ body, noting with equal parts guilt and desire the firmly shaped flanks, tensed with power and athletic strength. Rainbow smiled at Twilight with smouldering expression, beckoning her onward, the fire inside her eyes reason enough to drive Twilight off the edge.

But she was not done yet. The pegasus tilted her body forward, lifting her hips up as she pressed her head toward the ground. Her multi-coloured tail danced in front of her flank teasingly, giving the unicorn flashes of what lay beneath.

Still smiling seductively, the Rainbow finally lifted her tail, moving it to side, giving Twilight a perfect view of her now glistening sex, clearly already ready and eager. Balancing on three hooves, the pegasus reached backward with her right hoof, lightly teasing the slit between her legs, her eyes closing in pleasure as she did. Twilight heard her moan softly as her movements became faster and faster, matching the unicorn’s own rhythm.

The cyan pegasus’ hoof refused to stay still, and she started to run it along her slit in shuddering lines, different to Twilight’s circles. Her rubbing increased in speed, the effect of her pleasuring clearly visible on her perfect face, her tongue held out, her eyes clenched shut as she lost herself to the feeling mounting inside her. Rainbow gave a loud moan, suddenly arching her body as her hoof increased in speed again, now a desperate thrashing action rubbing her clit in a furious passion. She cried out, and Twilight knew that she was almost there.

She knew because she was almost there herself. Her own hoof was rubbing her nub as fast as she could go, letting it build the fire inside of her, readying her entire body for an explosion of release. She moaned again and again as the feeling increased in waves of steadily increasing intensity, each one bringing her closer and closer to the edge.

And then suddenly, just as the Rainbow inside her mind gave a shouting cry, her body shaking with pleasure, her muscles clenching tightly as the orgasm rocked the pegasus’ body with fire, Twilight fell off the cliff inside her own body. She cried out with a moan that shook her to her core as the waves of pure ecstasy hit her again and again, filling her up with pleasure. Her body shuddered in complete delight as the orgasm hit her, bringing with it everything that it had promised her. Twilight tried to ride the waves of feeling as they surged outward from her sex, the muscles within her flower clenching tightly as the explosion tore through her like a super nova.

The feeling was everything. It consumed her, became her, and she loved every second of it, every tingle, every jolt of pleasure. It was everything she had wanted.

She moaned again as she started to come down from her peak, the spasms slowing down as the feeling began to ebb away, leaving nothing but pure bliss in its place. Her rubbing circles started to slow, becoming gentle caresses in their stead, maintaining some of the incredible feeling lingering from mere moments before. The Rainbow in her mind was doing the same, finishing up before fading from thought, leaving a warm glow in her place.

Twilight smiled in pure contentment as the last of the fire disappeared from her body. Instead of the maddening pressure that had consumed her, there was now a feeling of respite that left her grinning uncontrollably. Her eyes were half lidded as the relief danced inside of her, being everything she could have wanted in a single glorious moment.

Her movements finally came to a stop, and she let her hoof sit against her quivering sex, finally lifting the pressure from her limb. She inhaled deeply, and then exhaled, letting the air free from its life-securing prison inside her.

She smiled, but this time, it was a real smile, a smile that she controlled, that she let slide across her face to reflect the feeling inside of her. The mood in the room was peaceful, the first rays of sunlight after a terrible storm.

Twilight sighed and just let herself enjoy the moment.

Well there you go. Conceived (every pun intended) and written in a night. Driven by morbid curiosity to test my skills as a writer and a matching fire of self hatred. Healthy, yeah? Regardless, I have no idea if this is any good. I may write more, if people like it. Who knows.