Chapter 5: That Awkward Thing Called Sex

The constant peal of thunder Trixie was hearing was her own heartbeat as she stared at Raindrops with as much sultry, seductive charm as she could summon up as she stood in the doorway between her kitchen and living room. From the absolute tomato redness splashing Raindrops’ face Trixie imagined she was succeeding in pushing her marefriend’s buttons. Not necessarily difficult given Raindrops was in heat, but Trixie still felt a small, inner arm pump of triumph that she was nailing the sexy marefriend bit.

The big hurdle would be what came next. Trixie took a deep breath and did her best to saunter forward, swaying in what she imagined was an eye-catching manner. Raindrops certainly hadn’t taken her eyes off Trixie for a second thus far.

“So, mi amore,” Trixie said, fluttering her eyes at pegasus paramour, “Shall we eat?”

“Whu?” Raindrops just murmured in a haze. Trixie coughed and nodded at the tray of snacks she’d prepared. Raindrops glanced at the cupcakes with dumbfounded eyes, as if she’d forgotten they were there.

“Oh? Right. Eating. That’s a thing we ponies do sometimes.” Raindrops said as if she was trying to kick start her brain again. Trixie found the way the other mare’s ears flopped around her beet red face rather adorable. Still, she hadn’t set all this up just to let Raindrops stand there like a statue. Trixie had worked up a lot of courage to decide to make this evening happen, and by Luna (in some ways quite literally) she was going to do this!

“Of course if you’re not hungry I’m sure we can find something else to do.” Trixie said in what she hoped was an appropriately husky tone as she lightly stepped up to Raindrops and gave the pegasus an affectionate nuzzle.

Raindrops nearly jumped to the ceiling, wings popping wide around her like a pair of umbrellas snapping open. Raindrops’ fuzzy, jasmine coat had been hot to the touch and Trixie had almost felt her marefriend’s own heartbeat hammering in her chest.

“T-Trixie what is this?” Raindrops stammered, gulping, “I mean, you’re all dressed in... and talking like... but you’re not...”

Trixie glanced at herself. She hadn’t thought she’d overdone it that much in her getup. The panties and socks were really pretty plain compared to some of the descriptions she’d read in a few of Raindrops’ more risque romance novels. However it was obvious Raindrops was beyond flustered, and the way she had barely blinked while looking at Trixie left her feeling an odd mix of shame at teasing Raindrops like this and emboldened confidence that she at least could pull off being attractive.

Realizing she needed to stop beating around the bush, Trixie offered Raindrops a reassuring smile, despite her own now bubbling nervousness. “Coming on too strong? I suppose I thought it’d be easier if I got lost in the act. Should have known that with you I need to be more direct.”

It was her turn to gulp, a whole fleet of butterflies roaring in her stomach as she forced herself to say the words. She was scared, no denying that, but she’d decided this needed to happen if there was any chance for her and Raindrops to work as a couple. Raindrops meant too much to her for her to back off now. “If you’re okay with it Raindrops I want to... to be with you tonight. Um, in that way marefriends are. You know...” her voice lost all of its faux attempts at seduction as she whispered uneasily, “...s-sex.”

Raindrops didn’t respond immediately, her eyes seeming to carefully measure Trixie’s sincerity on invisible scales. The incredibly strong pegasus mare suddenly seemed very fragile, as if a slight push might knock her over. Trixie even saw Raindrops’ knees trembling. Her voice was steady, however, as she said, “You don’t have to do this Trixie. You don’t have to force it. I’ve told you this already, I don't want to do anything you're not one hundred percent comfortable with.”

Trixie shook her head quickly. “No! I’m not forcing myself. I’m choosing to do this. I can't tell you I'm 'one hundred percent' comfortable with it, but I want to do this even if I'm just, like, seventy percent comfortable with it. Okay maybe more like sixty percent, but still...”

She stepped close to Raindrops, who stiffened but didn’t pull away as Trixie looked her in the eyes and put a hoof on the pegasus’ warm cheek. “Raindrops, I want to be with you. I want you in my life. It isn’t fair for me to want that, but to not give you anything that you need while taking whatever I want from you. I don’t know if this is going to be... good, or anything. I don’t know what I’m doing, and how many times have you heard me admit that out loud. But I want to try. I can’t let this go without having tried. Please let me try?”

The last came out as a little more than a whispered plea. Raindrops looked at her with wet eyes, and before Trixie knew it the peagsus’ heated lips were locked on hers. Kissing was one thing Trixie never had an issue with, and she let herself fall into the kiss while wrapping her hooves tightly around Raindrops’ withers. She felt the soft tickle of the pegasus’ wings as they wrapped around her in a warm, blanketing embrace. She felt Raindrops’ heat like a small sun in her hooves, and both their hearts combined were pounding fast enough to make Trixie shake.

Raindrops broke the kiss, but only to gently nuzzle Trixie’s neck, then work her way up to slowly nibble on Trixie’s ear with heated breaths. Trixie giggled slightly, still not unnerved by this level of attention. But she did freeze slightly as she felt Raindrops’ wings move. Amazingly adaptable appendages, the pinions moved across Trixie’s back, light and tickling until the reached the unicorn’s panty-clad rump with a soft squeeze.

Trixie made a slight ‘eep!’ noise and Raindrops pulled back, eyeing her carefully.

“Are you sure about this Trixie? If anything starts to be too much for you, please say something, okay?”

“I-I will, but, um, I had a plan of sorts,” Trixie said, nodding towards her living room couch, “Do you mind if we sit down?”

Raindrops looked at her oddly, but slowly nodded, “Okay, this is your show, your rules.”

Raindrops went over to the couch, and Trixie couldn't help but notice the way the pegasus walked held a certain tightness to it, as if Raindrops was near to exploding. Given the rather hefty scent filling the living room by this point Trixie wasn’t blind to how aroused Raindrops was. It was probably taking a rather heroic level of willpower on Raindrops’ part not to pounce on Trixie. The realization just cemented how much she cared for this brutally strong willed and honest mare and that Trixie was doing the right thing by making this night happen.

Once Raindrops was seated Trixie went to the couch, but rather than sit on it she leaned into Raindrops and softly whispered, “Lie down.”

Raindrops licked her lips, doing as Trixie bade. She seemed suddenly quite vulnerable, laying on her back with Trixie standing over her. She looked up at Trixie with wide, anticipating eyes. “What are you planning?”

“Do you trust me?” Trixie asked.

Raindrops took a deep breath and nodded, “I do.”

“Then when I do this, trust that it's the best first step I could think of.” Trixie said, and began to channel magic through her horn. Raindrops flinched, and her expression turned worried, but Trixie just held a hoof to the pegasus’ mouth to shush any protest. “You trust me, remember? I know you don’t want me using magic for this, but just trust me when I say I think this will work if you just let me try.”

Raindrops still looked worried, but said nothing further and just gave Trixie an affirming nod and watched as Trixie’s whole horn became lit with an intense glow of azure magic. Trixie concentrated upon the complex spell she’d learned from Luna, pouring her all into the effort. Soon a stream of blue light flowed like liquid from her horn to a spot right next to her. The magic undulated and grew, taking shape. Soon legs, head, tail, and horn formed and gained definition. Within moments an identical copy of Trixie stood beside the magician, opening here eyes and smiling down at Raindrops.

“Hey you. Surprise!” the clone Trixie said, and the real Trixie smiled as well, because she could feel her emotions and thoughts connected to the clone. Luna had told her the clone would be essentially without thought or action that wasn’t supplied by Trixie, and as long as Trixie thought or felt the actions she wanted the clone to take, her doppelganger would behave like her. The drain of the spell was incredible, but with the spell itself cast Trixie knew she could maintain this one clone for a few hours without needing to worry. Once she dispelled the clone, she’d receive all its own experiences as her own within one night’s dreaming, according to Luna.

Raindrops was staring at the clone Trixie in shock. “Trixie, what is this? An illusion?”

“Nope.” said Trixie, “She’s as physically real as I am, she’s just not a separate, real pony. She’s like a reflection of me that does what I think and feel for her to do, she just does it independently instead of by exact control like I would with an illusion.”

“Speaking of which,” said the clone with a seductive lick of her lips, “Shall we get started? We’ve made her wait long enough for this.”

Trixie knew the clone was just saying what she was thinking, but it was still a little surreal. Then again if it was surreal for her, it must be doubly so for Raindrops. She gave her marefriend a reassuring smile, “If it's okay with you, the plan is that I get everything above the waist...” she ran a hoof over Raindrops’ belly and traced it up to the pegasus’ chin, ending by leaning over and giving her marefriend a gentle kiss on the lips. “And she takes care of everything below the waist.”

Raindrops didn’t look entirely convinced, but Trixie could see Raindrops also wanted this. Having to keep her hooves off Trixie during her heat had been torture for the poor pegasus, and even as dubious as this magical crutch might seem, she seemed willing to give it a shot. Trixie decided she needed to be bold here, for both their sakes.

“I know its not perfect, but its a step forward for me. Maybe one day I won’t need her, but right now this is the best compromise I could think of.”

“...Okay,” Raindrops said after a moment, and looked up at Trixie with eager but tender eyes as she wrapped her hooves around Trixie’s neck and pulled her close for another kiss. “Let’s do this.”

Trixie returned the kiss eagerly. Luna had been very adamant that for the clone to work that Trixie had to keep up a strong flow of emotions and thoughts to guide the clone’s efforts. So Trixie focused all of her attention on Raindrops. All of the potent feelings of affection that had taken root over the past six months, all of the budding love she held for this wonderful mare that had come into her life. She poured all of that into her eager kiss, tasting Raindrops on her tongue as she held the mare tightly.

When she felt Raindrops suddenly buck under her and gasp Trixie realized her clone had started to do her part. She didn’t see what the clone was doing, as she kept her eyes firmly locked on Raindrops’ face, but she heard the sudden wet slurping noises from that area. The sound send an involuntary nervous twinge through her but she quashed it as she focused on Raindrops’ upper half, lightly kissing her marefriend’s neck as Raindrops squealed and gasped from the clone’s attentions.

“T-T-Trixie, it’s...” Raindrops was breathing hard, trying to form words, “Can y-youuuu make h-her sl...slow down a bit!?”

Trixie’s eyes widened slightly, “Is she going too fast or something?” Somewhat bewildered, she wasn’t even sure how to make the clone do specific things like slow down. Still, she apparently needed to figure it out, because Raindrops was barely managing to gasp out words.

“R-really sensitiveaaaaah, need to taaake it s-slower, mmph!”

Trixie tried to think slow thoughts, and made the mistake of looking back at her clone as if to give it a good bonk on the head and commander her to take it easy on her sensitive marefriend. Of course in looking back she got a real good eyeful of exactly what was going on down below. Her clone had planted herself firmly between Raindrops’ splayed hind legs, and was licking away eagerly like a filly with an ice cream cone. For a moment all Trixie could see was a copy of her own tongue lapping up and down like a pink wave. Her clone was using her hooves to rub Raindrops flanks as she went to work, and even as she watched Trixie heard Raindrops let out another choking breath that was caught between pleasure and pain.

For a moment the old, familiar gut reaction of disgust towards anything sexual rocked Trixie’s mind. It was instinctual and instant, based solely on a visceral feeling of repulsion upon seeing herself buried face deep in somepony's privates. Yet she immediately tried to take the reins away from that feeling the second it appeared, knowing she had to get the situation under control. Unfortunately her clone reacted to her emotions, as it was designed to, and almost immediately rocked back away from Raindrops as if burned, all but tripping over the table and sending the trays of cupcakes on the table flying across the wall in a colorful splatter of chocolate and cherries.

“Oh, merde!” Trixie blurted, caught between wanting to try and clean up the mess, and getting her clone back under control.

“T-Trixie? What just happened?” Raindrops asked between panting breaths, face flushed completely red as she blinked at the scene. “One second your clone is trying to treat my nethers like a all you can eat buffet, and the next...”

“It’s okay, everything’s okay, I have this under control.” Trixie said between heard breaths as she went over and pulled her clone to its hooves. The clone stood confused for a moment, eyes fluttering in bewilderment.

“I like Raindrops, but I don’t like Raindrops? This is confusing.” the clone said like a baffled puppy.

“Oh be quiet.” said Trixie, “I was just taken off guard. You were doing fine, you just needed to take it slower.”

The clone just continued to look confused, and Trixie heard Raindrops sigh.

“Trixie it’s... it’s fine. We don’t have to keep going.”

Trixie wheeled upon Raindrops, all but flopping on top of the pegasus to keep her on the couch as she gave her marefriend a stubborn, puffy cheeked pout. “Wait, I’m not about to give up just because of a slightly shaky start.”

Raindrops managed an embarrassed but genuine smile, patting Trixie on the head and pulling her into a hug, “Trixie, this is... awkwardly sweet what you’re trying to do, but c’mon, this is getting ridiculous.”

“You were enjoying it though...” Trixie said, burying her head in Raindrops’ chest. “I so, so, so want to be able to do this for you! I know I can make it work, just give it another chance?”

Raindrops’ face couldn’t get much redder, and the color had spread to her neck and wings. “It did feel pretty good. Just way too fast and intense. Kinda need to take things gentler with a delicate mare like me.”

The two mare’s shared a giggle that did wonders to melt the awkward tension between the two, and Trixie leaned up and kissed Raindrops again. “Not exactly how I planned the night to go, but thank you for bearing with me.”

Raindrops’ muzzle tickled Trixie’s cheek and the pegasus whispered in her ear, “You’re worth it, weirdness and all. Let’s try again, just... uh, think slow thoughts this time. Like preparing tea, it takes time to reach boiling point.”

Trixie took the mental image to heart, and as she started to give Raindrops more gentle and soft-lipped kisses across her neck and chest, she focused on the picture of a slowly heating teakettle as she started to pour her feelings of affection back towards the clone. The clone approached, this time more slowly. Trixie decided to carefully watch the clone out of the corner of her eye as she gave tickling little licks on Raindrop’s neck, which made the pegasus sigh in contentment. She watched partially to make sure the clone was doing what she was supposed to, and partially to just... get used to the sight.

She watched the clone almost prowl back onto the couch and more easily settle herself between Raindrops’ eagerly open hind legs. Trixie forced her thoughts to a slow simmer of affection and love, built around the image of the teakettle slowly heating up. The clone seemed to get the idea and this time flicked her tongue out slowly, with a gentle lap.

Raindrops’ sigh was louder this time, rising to a soft moan. The clone continued with slow, gentle motions of her tongue, and Trixie felt a strange rise in her chest as Raindrops started to writhe and curl her hooves beneath her. Trixie kept kissing her marefriend, working her way up her belly and chest back to her neck. She could taste the sweat on Raindrops now, and felt the gasps working their way out of her throat. When Trixie reached up and cupped Raindrops face for another deep kiss, Raindrops looked at her with eyes that were swimming with a bright glow of pleasure and... completeness.

“Trixie.”

Raindrops didn’t say anything, else, just that name filled with such warmth and need that Trixie couldn’t keep herself from cracking a giant grin. This was in many ways better than the most thunderous applause she’d ever gotten for one of her magic shows. She loved the adoration and attention of the crowds, but this was the adoration of just one mare, but the one mare Trixie cared about most, so it was precious beyond measuring.

Ironically there was nothing sexual about this for Trixie. This was just the raw, simple satisfaction that came from the knowledge that she was making the pony she loved feel good, that she was giving Raindrops something she desperately needed. Was she still weirded out somewhat? Yes. But it was a compromise she realized she could live with, if only to see that look in Raindrops’ eyes and hear Raindrops speak her name like that.

She leaned into her marefriend, sharing the same breath as her, and said with heartfelt honesty, “Raindrops, mi amore.”

As the two shared another heated, passionate kiss, the clone responded by going just a bit faster, but this time Raindrops didn’t complain one bit.

The next morning Trixie awoke wrapped up hoof in hoof with a nice warm cushion of satisfied and sleeping pegasus mare. Trixie looked on Raindrops’ slumbering face, which was bathed in a heated glow that had nothing to do with the sunlight coming in through the curtained window, and marveled at the content smile Raindrops wore.

Trixie couldn’t help but smile as well. The night had gone well. She hadn’t really kept track of how long she and Raindrops had... enjoyed themselves, but it hadn’t been that long since she hadn’t felt the clone reach its limit before everything was said and done. Afterwards the pair had basked in each other for a moment, before Raindrops had the practical suggestion they clean up the cupcakes coating Trixie’s wall before they stained anything. After cleanup Trixie had fixed a quicker, simpler dinner and the pair had fallen asleep on the couch together.

Trixie couldn't remember the last time she felt this satisfied. Not that she’d had anything sexual done to her, she’d been doing all the work last night, but there was a simple emotional satisfaction to realizing she could satisfy her partner. She’d need to spend more time working on her control of the clone, but she was confident she could manage to better their coordination for next time.

For now Trixie just enjoyed watching Raindrops sleep and the feel of the pegasus’ warm, cuddly body pressed up against hers like a fluffy pillow. Unable to contain herself, Trixie actually let out a soft giggle of happiness as she nuzzled Raindrops, her tail actually wagging back and forth.

“Hehehe, Trixie is the smartest, sexiest, most loving marefriend ever! Go me!”

Raindrops 'snerked' out a laugh, her eyes flicking open as she pulled Trixie into a tight hug, “And so modest, too.”

“Heh, sorry, did I wake you?” Trixie asked, planting a peck on Raindrops’ nose.

“Nah, I was already waking up.” Raindrops stretched and yawned, then let out a content sigh as she tried to rise but just ended up flopping back on the couch. “Your couch is way too comfortable.”

“All the better to trap you with, my dear.” Trixie said, rolling over onto Raindrops stomach and wrapping the pegasus up in a tight embrace.

“Geez, one night of testing your sexual barriers and you’re already talking bondage.” Raindrops said with a raised eyebrow, “Normally it takes two sequels in those romance stories to reach the chains and leather.”

Trixie snorted, “Let’s not push things too far. I’ve manage to find a way to satisfy you without having a conniption fit. I’d say that’s a big first step. We can wait awhile on step two.”

Raindrops nodded agreement, “I’m still amazed at step one. I didn’t... really know if using magic was the right move, but it worked.” She sighed in remembrance, licking her lips and stretching her wings. “Oh how it worked. I sooooo needed that last night, Trixie, I can’t even begin to tell you.”

“No need, I think half of Ponyville heard you. Guess I don’t need to ask you if you, er, finished. I don’t think you could’ve gotten that loud if you hadn’t.”

Raindrops’ face blazed red once more as she coughed and looked away, “It... it was my first time too, Trixie. I don’t really know how to control my voice.”

“Its okay.” Trixie smiled mischievously and gave Raindrops’ throat a quick kiss, “I liked hearing you.”

Raindrops shuddered and sighed, then gave Trixie a rather bashful look. “So, um, n-next time do you think... I could try to do the same for you?”

Trixie paused, hesitant. “I don’t know. Let’s... let’s call that ‘step two’ and try it when the time is right.” After a moment of thought she added, “Next time I go into heat. We’ll give it a try then, see how it goes. I can’t make any promises.”

“It’s alright, I understand.” Raindrops held Trixie close, one hoof running affectionately through the unicorn’s silver mane. “One step at a time, Trixie. We’ll figure things out one step at a time.”

At that Trixie smiled and let herself relax atop her comfy marefriend. Raindrops was right about that. Whatever might come at them, they’d take it on one step at a time. No matter how difficult or awkward things might get, they’d figure out a way forward, together.

Because they were worth it.

Sometime that afternoon Cheerilee, Lyra, Ditzy, and Carrot Top were all sitting around one of the outdoor tables at the cafe. The four of them all had a faint air of nervousness about them as they nursed their drinks and talked quietly among themselves.

“Do you think they’ll be okay?” Ditzy said, running a hoof around the edge of her cup of cocoa.

“Sure they will.” Lyra replied confidently, although she also wryly rolled her eyes, “Even if they never get horizontal with each other, or have a terribly dramatic breakup, everything will be fine, because we’ll totally be there to help them both through it.”

“Lyra, don’t talk like that!” said Carrot Top, “They won’t break up. Uh, will they?”

“But if they can’t resolve their overwhelmingly hot sexual tension then where can things go but downhill to dramasville?” said Lyra, and Cheerilee just smiled behind taking a sip her own cup of coffee.

“I think it will work out.” Cheerilee said, nodding down the street. The other mares looked, and saw that Trixie and Raindrops were walking their way.

The two mares were walking close to each other, practically snuggling while trotting, with Raindrops having one wing firmly around Trixie’s back. Both of them were beaming with a particular glow, and both smiled brightly at their friends as they passed by the cafe.

“Afternoon everypony!” Trixie said with a wave, “Beautiful day for a walk, isn’t it?”

“Uhhhh... yeah.” Lyra said, blinking.

“You two look really happy today.” Ditzy remarked carefully, “Did something happen?”

Raindrops let out a short giggle, leaning into Trixie contentedly. “Nothing we can talk about in public, I’m sure.”

Trixie’s face lit up with a knowing smirk, “Let us just say that we’ve come together to find a solution to our difficulties.”

“Not yet we haven’t,” said Raindrops, winking, “That’ll be ‘step two’ remember?”

Her face taken over by a wave of cherry red, Trixie leaned back into Raindrops and said, “Well, maybe we can work on that after our exercise session?”

It was Raindrops’ turn to blush furiously as she laughed into Trixie’s mane, and then gave the other mares at the table an apologetic smile, “Heh, looks like we’ll be, uh, busy for most of today. We’ll catch up with you girls later.”

As the loving couple trotted off, all but wrapping their tails with each other, the rest of the group exchanged looks of varying degrees of surprise with one another... except for Cheerilee who simply looked smugly pleased as she held out a hoof.

“Okay gals, pay up.”

Lyra cringed, “Crap, I was hoping you’d forget about that bet.”

“Oh, I never forget a wager.” Cheerilee said, tapping her hoof on the table. “Ten bits each. C’mon.”

One by one Lyra, Ditzy, and Carrot Top pulled out the small, silver coins and hoofed them over to the grinning Cheerilee, who slipped them into her own purse happily.

Author's Note

Surprise Valentines Day update! And awkward sex scenes are awkward. I tried not to go to explicit with it, more just aimed for awkwardly sweet.

Anyways, this was the... ahem, 'climax' of the story, and more or less near concludes things, but there is going to be a short epilogue after this. Sorry it took a whole year to get around to this, but hey, I get there eventually. Thanks for reading folks!