The Girl In My Bed

Love it a crazy thing. A crazy thing which I’ve given up on. Correction; a crazy thing which I had given up on. The cyan mare changed that.
My eyes opened slowly, a slight crust in them from the night before. The bed I was in was soft, and a nice warmth was hugged tightly against me. Having just woken up, I wasn’t able to register the unusual nature. I accepted it. My legs tightened around the warm mass, feeling its curves. A…mare? I began to realize what was going on. My head reeled back to look at the pony hugging me. My vision was filled with a cyan mare with a cute and slender face. A rainbow mane covered her head, small ears poking out of the messy mane. It was also notable that she was wearing a pair of sexy socks, and skimpy panties. After staring at the mare for a bit, I began to recall what had happened.

Perhaps it was the intoxicating smell of sex in the club that night, or perhaps the seductive look on her face. Perhaps it was overly loud music, or perhaps I just wanted to lay that cyan mare.

I don’t remember how we made love that night. Perhaps it was kinky. Probably not. But I do know one thing—it was phenomenal. I didn’t need to know how it happened. I wanted more.

Her sleeping body was calm in my hooves. Every time she took a breath, I could feel it. Holding something alive in my hooves was surreal to me. I wanted to wake her up, but I was scared she would want to leave me. Whatever relationship we shared currently was something I wanted to keep alive, if only for a few hours. I drifted back off to sleep swiftly, aided by her soft body and warmth.

When I woke up, that warmth was gone. After realizing this, I sat up, looking for her. The four socks were strewn across the floor, led by the pair of panties. Along with this, the bathroom door was closed, and the light inside the room was shining from beneath the door. Hopefully she was still here. I didn't want her to leave yet.

I stepped closer, and pushed my ear against the wooden barrier separating the mare and I. What was her name again? Rainbow…Sprite? Rainbow Swirl…? I suppose I could call her Rainbow as a nickname. I could hear the rushing noise of water from the shower. She must have woken up after I went to bed. Well, perhaps I could take this chance to figure out where I was. I turn around, examining the room. It wasn’t my own, it was the mare’s. An adapted cloud home, it seemed. So that others could visit it. Luckily for me, I suppose. Being a unicorn, I couldn’t exactly step on clouds without falling through them. It also wasn't a very well kept room. The socks and panties were on the floor, of course, but so were panties of other colors and patterns. Some wrappers to candy were on the floor, as well. Hoping she might like me more for this, I begin cleaning the place up for her.

Twenty minutes later, the rushing noise of water stopped. After a few minutes of delay, the door opened to the cyan mare, whom took a surprised look on her face, catching me in the middle of making the bed.
“You’re…still here?” She said. A tiny rasp was in her voice, but it was still an incredibly sexy thing. I gave her a slight look back, unsure how to respond.

“You…expected me to be gone?” My own voice startled me slightly, as I had not spoken all the while I cleaned, and it was silent in this room.

“They all do.” She looks around the room, then makes a face. “You cleaned.” She says it in almost an annoyed way. “Are you getting attached to me or something?” She continues, focusing her gaze on me.
“Attached? I mean…we did…make love, I think. Doesn't that mean something?” I glance from the bed, back to her. She’s already inching towards the door, ready to leave.

“Look, last night? A one night stand, really. It didn't mean anything. You can leave now…” The mare pushes the door open, gesturing for me to go out. I watch her for a minute.

“Well, if this is some sort of test, I hope you know that you’re not just a girl in my bed…or, I’m not just a guy in yours. It meant something. To me, anyway.” I retorted. But the mare didn't want to hear it. In fact, I think she wasn't even listening, just waiting for me to finish talking so she could.

“Listen, I've slept with a lot of stallions, and mares in this room. I don’t recall ninety percent of their names. I won’t remember yours, either. It’s not personal.” She steps out of the door into a hallway, and then disappears into another door. I didn't plan to leave, though. Not until she made me.

I followed her down the hallway, turning into the same door that she did. It led into an equally dirty living room, and an extended room with tile and kitchenware. The mare stood there now, cooking something in a pan. She had also thrown on a large sweater, presumably from the ground here, as there were other articles of clothing. Why did this pony have so many pieces of clothing, anyway? The sizzling could be heard across the room, and based on the aroma, it was some sort of egg. Besides the noise of it cooking, the room was silent for a while. As she scooped the cooked egg up onto a plate and turned, she sighed hard, seeing that I was still standing in the doorway of the hall.

"You're not gonna leave, are you?" She used a wing to pull a fork from a nearby drawer, glaring at me.

"I don't see how you could want nothing to do with me...I mean we could have a child coming, for all you know." I started my way over towards her, stopping about halfway to the kitchen.

"You know--" She was interrupted by herself, taking a bite of the egg. "--maybe, if I could have foals." I suppose I then assumed a look on my face, because she continued. "Not like that....I can have them, but I take pills to temporarily make it so I can't." She continues eating.

"Oh...good, then. Well, not good, but...the point is, at least give me a chance. Go on a date with me?" Before I even finished, she interrupted.

"A date? But...it was a one night stand! Why would you want a date?" Although she tried to hide it, it was plain to see that the more I spoke, the more she was interested.

Over that morning, I recalled what happened that night. The pill that she gave me...I don't think it had a name. If it did, I was unaware of it. A small white circle. Perhaps it had a design on it, but I didn't get to examine it for long before she forced it into my mouth. That's when my memory became blurred. I know she took one too, but it wasn't her first time. What I do remember, is the warmth that night. Her warmth.

I pushed the light blue mare backwards, landing on her bed with a slight bounce, the soft bed giving resistance to our weight. I remember her soft moan as my lips trailed down her neck, kissing the base of her ear, then licking down her cheek, to her neck. Kissing down her chest and to her stomach, my ears twitched to the continued noise coming from her mouth. My nostrils were already filled with the scent of her marehood, dripping onto the bed and seeping down her thighs. Having long awaited this, she trembles as my lips reach her soft lips.

My hooves wrap around her thighs, pulling her legs apart enough so that I may have room to work. My head turned slightly to obtain a better angle. Her sounds picked up as I kissed the mound, and used my bottom lip to separate it a little, getting access to the pinkish skin underneath. It was even softer than the skin covering it. Giving it another kiss, I pushed my tongue past the walls, penetrating her shallowly. I still remembered how she tasted, the sweet juice was unforgettable. Her thighs tightened around my head when I spread her with my tongue, the soft fur brushing against mine. The room was not well kept, but she was. Every part of her was spotlessly clean, and every inch of her fur was irresistibly soft, and perfectly shaven. That is, except for small tufts of cyan on her chest and just above the small crevasse that was the sweet hole I had the privilege of tasting. The canal was tight, and only continued to constrict as she got more excited. This, coupled with her tiny moans and groans of pleasure gave me every more reason to continue.

I pull away, leaving a trail of translucent juice bridging her lips to my own. I wanted to bend her over right there, and explore that canal with a different section of my body, but she owed me my oral next. It was an unspoken transition. I sat down beside her, and she got down on her knees before me, looking up at me with her huge magenta eyes. She knew what I wanted, and she had every intention to fulfill that want.

My memory after that was blurred. It would come back later, but not right now. I guess I was staring at her for awhile, because when I came to, Dash was staring at me, irritated.

"Are you going to leave now?"