...true love and a handjob.
Soprano was quite sensitive about sounds. Not disturbed by them, nor annoyed, just sensitive. Especially for sounds that weren't a natural part of the environment, like the sounds of seagulls in the Everfree, or whales in an attic. Or sounds that you could expect from the environment, but for some reason, weren't there. Like today. He woke up because it had been too silent.
On his fourteenth birtday, he asked Barbara out, and now, four years later, he lived with Barbara in their own set of rooms inside the castle of friendship. Which meant living with... well, the staff and the guards, of course. But most importantly, Prince Dusk and TGaP Trickster.
He never thought he'd get used to their morning quarrels, he'd never imagined getting used to them making up while sobbing and crying and he never, help him Solaris, could see himself getting used to the make-up sex. And here he was, so used to the sounds that he missed them.
No, not missed them. He had just grown accustomed to them.
And here he was, laying awake and listening to silence. Okay, not a total silence. Barbara’s snoring was impossible to miss, but he, was accustomed to that as well. Yesterday they had dinner, celebrating Barbara turning 20 in a few months. They usually celebrated pre-birthdays because it made life more fun. It hadn't gotten THAT late, and yet she was asleep like she had been out until five in the morning.
Good for her to get some sleep, he thought. She works too hard, being the assistant both to the Prince and my brother. Wonder how she manages.
But something bothered her, it seemed. She started twitching, her breathing got quicker and...
Barb sat violently up in the bed with panic in her eyes. "No Dusk, I wasn't sleeping! I'm right down! I'm..."
As she felt the light touch from Soprano on her arm, she fell silent. Soprano half rose, laid a hand around her waist and gently pulled her back on the bed.
"Easy, Barb. Dusk isn't home. He went to Las Pegasus last night, remember? To watch Trickster’s premiere. "
Barb still was a bit stiff, but gradually, she felt more at ease. "Oh, yeah..." She sighed with relief. "You’re right. I just had a dream. Dusk was scolding me for placing a book about botulism after a book about german sausages. And then an Oliphant flew into the room and... then I woke up."
Soprano smiled and gave his girlfriend a kiss on her snout. "I told you not to eat so many gems last night. You only get nightmares."
"Yeah yeah... don't you start as well. I get that enough from Dusk."
"It's my job as your coltfriend to..."
"If you say stop me from getting fat I'll kick you out, you know," Barbara gave Soprano an evil look.
"I was going to say 'keep you happy' but now that you mention it...Ouch!" The pillow hit Soprano right on the nose, and Barbara kept beating him with her soft weapon. Soprano picked up a pillow of his own, and soon the war was on. Being the stronger one, Barbara got her claws on both pillows, forcing Soprano to retire to the wardrobe. There he found a collection of toy animals, which he started wielding towards Barb with good precision. She had her claws so full of defending herself, she didn’t notice a magically lifted duvet floating behind her and being brought over her. She didn't stand a chance defending herself against the hand crawling under the duvet, tickling her at the worst place she knew, just below her tail.
However, the attack was over pretty quick, and soon they just lay there, with a stupid smile on their faces.
"I love you, sweetie."
"I love you too, Barbie."
Then they just lay there, not moving an inch. Neither of them wanted to. The morning was beautiful, the bed was warm and just enough untidy, and the company left nothing to ask for. Barb just lay there, looking at the ceiling, feeling nothing more than happy. There was no need for a rush either, with Dusk away the castle was closed and Ponyville had a new librarian these days. If they wanted, they could just spend the whole day like this. She shot a glance at Soprano. He was laying on his back, eyes closed. Was he going back to sleep? She sure found it tempting. But... her eyes went a little lower to the brief bulge in Sopranos underwear.
Barb couldn't restrain herself. She put her hand on his crotch, and gently unbuttoned the briefs. Soon, the member of her coltfriend was hanging free. Barb stopped herself, but Soprano showed no sign of...anything, except breathing. So she took the penis in her hand and stroked it softly.
Soprano breathed heavily. Barb kept stroking. It got harder and soon it was at its full stiffness. Soprano let out a low moan.
"Mmmm...Barb...that's....mmmm..."
Barbara smiled. She held her coltfriend’s penis in a pretty tight grip, stroking it in long, slow movements. Every time her hand moved down and she touched the glance, she slowed down even more, and every time she was rewarded with a short gasp from Soprano. She looked him over, and took in the whole of her coltfriend. The slim arms, the somewhat messy hair, his horn, those lanky legs and the pudgy stomach. No six pack there, but it didn't matter. Soprano, or Barb herself for that matter, weren't fit like Elusive or Red Gala (and hay no she wanted to look like Tough!) but it was okay. She liked her body. And more important right now, she loved his body. Especially one part...
Barb closed her eyes. Here she was, laying flat on her back, giving her coltfriend a handjob and... feeling pretty satisfied with it. She thought of raising the ante, but...no. And why? This was nice. Just exactly what she wanted from this morning. Then suddenly, she felt a hand on her own crotch. She opened her eyes, to find that Soprano had opened his eyes and turned his head towards her. He had a playful look in his eyes, as his hand moved over the front of her panties. Now he turned to his side and changed hand. He was a lefty, and always worked better with that one. Barb felt the excitement growing in her, but she didn't slow down her hand. It kept its movement like an automatic part of her, as she tried to take in what Soprano was doing.
He was a colt who knew to take things slow. His touch was gentle, and his movements were slow, but determined. He caressed her outer lips, but only through the fabric. He let his fingers play in the pleats where her thighs connected with her torso. He stroked the inside of her thighs like they were-
In short, he drove Barbara crazy.
She had never been much of a talker during sex, but her heavy breathing and moans spoke enough. She moved her head closer to Soprano, and kissed him. Connected with their lips and hands, they lay for some minutes. Time flew, who cared for how long. Barbara could feel herself getting lubrication from Soprano’s touch, and apparently, he could as well, because now he moved the fabric aside and kept his finger’s movements concentrated to her clitoris. She wasn't completely prepared for it, and she couldn't hold back a gasp.
"Oh shit, sweetie! Oh, emmmhmmmm..."
"You liked that?"
"Mhmm!"
"I like it too... what you’re doing, I mean."
Barbara giggled. Soprano was sweet, caring, good in bed and pretty tidy, but MAN, did he suck on dirty talking. It could be a mood-killer at times, but not today. She could feel her release coming closer, but she needed a little bit more. She pulled her bra down and started squeezing her breast.
"Barb, let me...help you...with...that."
Soprano leaned closer and closed his lips over her nipple.
And that was all it took. Barbara pinched her thighs together, in the combined effort to maximize the orgams, making Soprano stop moving his fingers, and by the mercy of Solaris, keep his blessed fingers right where they were. She couldn't hold back longer.
"Aah! Aaaah! Oh Solaris! Aaaaaahhh..... Aah!"
Apparently that pushed Soprano forward as well, because only seconds after she heard a "DAMN!" She felt his penis twitch in her hand, and she felt the mushy drops of cum on her body. She kept moving her hand a little longer though, she wanted Soprano to get every drop out of himself.
"Oh! Oh fu...Barbie, that's...oh sh...okay. Okay! You can... OH SHIII..."
She giggled, and let go. There was really nothing to add. This was a perfect morning. Romantic, sweet...hot. But she felt something else growing inside of her. Oh dear, she thought. I'd better take a shower quick, before... before... Her eyes turned yellow, and she showed her teeth in an greedy, draconic smile. Too late to stop it. Oh well. She got out of bed, took of her underwear and went to the door. When she saw Soprano trying to get up as well, she turned around, and pushed him back on the bed, her foot on his chest.
"Where do you think YOU'RE going?"
"Eh... I thought we were going up?"
Her smile got even more hungry and greedy, as she leaned down and got closer to him, until it was only centimeters between their faces.
"Oh, no... I am going to take a shower, but YOU stay where you are. You have awoken my dragoness hunger, sweetie... And now I want your hard dick inside me, and trust me, we’re not leaving this bed until none of us can move. Consider it a punishment."
Punishment, she thought to herself. Where did I get that from? Soprano got confused as well.
"Punishment? For what?"
Good question. Then she remembered. Ah, yes. Elusive. Wonder what AJ said when he found out... well, that's his problem. Besides, there's always something ponies deserve punishments for, especially Elu... Oh yeah! That's it!
She shrugged her shoulders. "Oh, I dunno. Do you always need a reason for a punishment?" She slowly stroke his chest and gave him a slight pinch on his nipple. "Tell you what, Sweetie. You figure out some reason that's good enough, and when I come back..." She paused, licking her lips with her forked tongue, making Soprano gasp, "I'll treat you like the bad boy you know are."
