"Do they hurt?" Chrysanthemum asks as she sits behind Day on her bed and looks over the bruises on his back.
"No," he tells her; they're old bruises, not sensitive to the touch.
His back is sensitive in a different way, though, they both discover as Chrys lightly brushes her hoof along his spine. He gasps, and his wings spread out at his sides; a sight which Chrys giggles softly at, having heard jokes about pegasus wings, and pleasantly surprised to find out it's true.
Chrys presses her forehooves against Day's back and begins slowly kneading him up and down. From the low, trembling moan he lets out, she can tell that he likes it. He starts to slump over as his muscles relax, and she has him lay down on the bed so he won't fall off. Once he's comfortable, she climbs up over him to sit with her hind legs straddling his waist, and resumes kneading his back.
Day squirms a little underneath her. Chrys can tell that he's not used to being touched this way; the bruises on his back tell a story written in pain. She can sense fear welling up inside him, so she lies forward over his back and lets her hooves slide along his forelegs to his own hooves. She rubs them gently while she nuzzles along the back of his neck. "Are you alright, honey? Is this okay?" she asks.
"Y—yeah . . ." he answers hesitantly.
It dawns on her then: "You're a virgin?"
A warm flush spreads across his face, and he gives a slow nod.
"No wonder you're so skittish." She sits up slowly and runs one hoof up and down along his spine. "Have you ever just fooled around with someone before?" she asks, but he only shakes his head. She senses his fear rising still; it's all so strange and surreal to him—he knows all about sex, but he had never had anyone express an interest in him before.
Day found himself liking the idea of having sex with Chrys, but as he faced the reality of having her lying on top of his back and asking him those questions, he felt woefully inadequate. Fearful questions race through his mind: What if I say something that offends her? What if I do something wrong? What if I hurt her? What if she hurts me? How far does she want to go? How far do I want to go? Is she only doing this out of pity?
Questions on top of questions pile up in his mind. Some of them he wants to ask aloud to Chrys, but fear holds his tongue; what if she gets mad at me for asking that? He knows that's a ridiculous thought, but the more he tries to say anything, the more difficult it becomes. His heart begins to race, and he starts to feel short of breath.
And then Chrys rolls him over onto his back and presses her lips to his in a firm kiss. And all those questions and worries swarming around inside his head come to a halt. His eyes close and for a moment his entire world becomes only the feeling of her lips on his.
She can feel his anxiety. It tastes sour to her changeling senses, but she can tell that it comes from his insecurity. She knows that, properly used, her magic could make him feel any way she wants him to, but neither of them wants it that way; she is inexperienced in those spells and has hurt him once already with them, and he's too afraid of being manipulated. Instead, she opts to confront things directly.
Chrys breaks her lips from Day's. He looks up at her and smiles. His mind is clear, and he's once again able to enjoy her closeness and affection. It's then that he becomes aware of the warmth of her loins against his, and a blush spreads across his face again.
Chrys giggles quietly and leans up to kiss his forehead. "Talk to me, honey," she says. "Tell me what you want. Be as vulgar or sappy or cliche as you want; I won't mind. I only want to make you feel good. You deserve it after all you've been through."
"I want . . . I don't know what I want," he admits sheepishly.
"How about if I help you figure that out, then?" Chrys suggests with a smile. She tucks her muzzle under his chin and kisses lightly at his throat, and then rolls off of him to cuddle against his side. She kisses along his neck, adding gentle little nibbles here and there which draw out a soft moan from her stallion. Her forehoof traces a slow circle around his chest, and then slowly drifts downward.
Day gasps as he feels her hoof brush against his sheath. When asked if he likes that, he nods quietly. But Chrys presses him to say it out loud. He feels a pang of anxiety again, but he finds the words easier since she's already touching him. "I like you rubbing my sheath," he manages to say. His ears burn with a hot flush as they fold back timidly.
Chrys giggles and leans up to lightly nip at his ear, giving it a little tug as she growls softly to him and presses her hoof more firmly against his sheath. She can feel it swelling, and that sour taste of anxiety is slowly giving way to sweeter and more savory emotions. "I like rubbing your sheath," she says earnestly. She kneads it and draws out a moan from Day as he slides out into the open air. Her soft fetlock slides up along the warm, turgid flesh of his shaft, coaxing it all the way to full erection. "Mmm. There you go. Just relax," she coos softly to him as she carefully cradles his broad tip in her fetlock and glances down to admire him. "Tell me what else you'd like."
It takes him a few deep breaths before he can reply, but the way Chrys handles him puts him at ease. "I'd like to . . . put it inside you," he says as he turns partly to the side to face Chrys. He reaches out a forehoof and gently rubs at her chest. His eyes meet hers, and he sees that she's smiling.
"I thought you'd never ask," she says with a wink. Chrys returns her hoof to his chest and pins him on his back while she climbs on top of him again. She presses her groin firmly against the base of his shaft and slowly rocks her hips back and forth, rubbing against him. She feels his length throbbing against her, and she leans back on her haunches to bring the warm, soft lips of her sex to bear against his rigid member. Her clitoris winks out, warm and moist, and she rubs it against him, letting out a soft moan of her own for him.
She could go on teasing him for hours, but that's not what he needs for his first time, and she knows it. Chrys rises up over him, and her horn lights up as she wraps his length in her chartreuse aura. The warm, tingly sensation of her magic elicits a moan from Day as his shaft is guided up, bringing his broad tip to bear against her entrance. Chrys eases herself down over him, and both of them let out a long moan in unison.
Her magical grasp evaporates, leaving Day to feel only his mare's warm, wet folds as they wrap around his flesh. She slides down over him slowly, savoring the feel of his hard, throbbing stallionhood as it pushes deep into her. Finally, her hips come to rest atop his, the lips of her sex pressed into a firm kiss against his sheath, and she holds there for the moment, slowly winking her clit against him, letting him feel that hard, throbbing nub of her flesh rub against the root of his shaft.
Chrys looks down into Day's eyes, and he gazes back into hers. Both of them are panting softly. She lays down on top of him and brings her mouth to hover just above his. He feels her breath against his face and leans his head up to kiss her. Their lips lock together and each muffles a deep moan into the other's mouth as their hips start rocking against each other.
All those lingering doubts and worries vanish from Day's mind, leaving him with a singular focus for the mare on top of him, the mare he's inside. His first time is nothing like he had ever imagined, but even that thought disappears. The warmth surrounding his flesh, and the desire and attention that she shows him are all that he needs in that moment, all that he wants.
The experience is something new for Chrys as well: His emotions are sweeter and more intense than she expected. It isn't simple lust that she tastes from him—it's love. But it's not like the ambient love she tastes from the couples she puts together; it's unique, and she finally realizes, as she feels her pleasure mounting along with his, that his love is focused on her.
The feeling is overwhelming for her, and she breaks her lips away from his to bury her face against his neck. She moans out loud for her stallion, and her whole body spasms against his. Her passage clamps down rhythmically around his shaft, milking it in passionate reflex as warm juices leak around him. He follows shortly after, gritting his teeth and arching his back as his tip flares out widely inside her depths and he fills her with wave after wave of his hot seed.
At last, as the two lovers come down from their peaks, sweating and gasping for breath, they roll to one side together and lay there, holding each other close and trading soft little kisses. After a short while, his shaft softens and retreats back into his sheath. Chrys squirms her hips a little, still feeling his warmth inside her.
Their eyes meet again. "That felt . . . good," Day says. "You made me feel like . . . like instead of being a lonely, lost puzzle piece, that I was a whole puzzle, and you were the final piece to complete me." He blushes faintly as he says it.
But Chrys smiles and she kisses him firmly on his lips. "I know," she says.
They stay cuddled close together and slowly drift off to sleep in each other's embrace, a warm, happy night's sleep for both of them . . . one they both deserved, and well overdue.
