Lust

"Maybe we can."

"W-what?" I stutter. Fluttershy has already surprised me several times this night, but she's doing it again by taking seriously a suggestion I made only in frustration. "Sweetheart, don't worry about that. You don't need to try to find . . ." I trail off, realizing that she is no longer on the bed with me. At some point, she vacated the bed without my noticing. I look around.

She's standing up and facing a dresser, nosing through one of the drawers, apparently looking for something.

"Sweetheart?"

No answer. I let out a breath sit up on the bed, opting to remain there and wait for whatever she wants to present to me.

A few seconds later, Fluttershy's muzzle emerges from the dresser drawer and closes it. When she turns around, I see a heavy black blindfold is gripped in her teeth. She climbs back on the bed and drops the item in front of me, saying, "Wear this, please."

"A . . . A blindfold?" I ask. I nudge it cautiously with a hoof. I know where a blindfold can be used in the act of lovemaking, and I know the implications of what Fluttershy has given me. I know that she is taking leadership now, but I didn't think she would take this much leadership . . . and dominance. I look up, concerned for both myself and her. "Sweetheart, are you sure?" I say.

Fluttershy only nods, smiles that alluring smile of hers, and whispers, "Do you trust me?"

I look back at the blindfold. It only takes me a second to answer Fluttershy her question and make my decision. "With my life," I whisper, half to myself. Without another word, I take the blindfold up in my magic, slip it over my eyes, and plunge myself into darkness.

With my sense of sight removed from me, I use the senses I can to gain my bearings. My coat tells me that I'm lying on a soft bed, obviously. My nose detects the scent of wildlife and faint pine needles. I can't say that my tongue tastes much of anything in the air.

Of course, there is also my hearing, a sense that I wouldn't have concentrated much on a year ago. But I've honed this sense with Fluttershy for a long time, and I can say with reasonable confidence that the only pony in Ponyville with hearing sharper than mine would be Fluttershy herself. Swiveling my ears around, I hear the soft breeze battering at the cottage. I hear the muffled sounds of nocturnal animals going about their day. I hear the ticking clock downstairs.

A warm hoof presses to my neck and gently coaxes me to lie down on the bed again. I acquiesce, the mattress flexing and the bedframe creaking as I shift my weight to recline back. Moments later, the bedframe creaks again as I feel something lays down beside me and draws close. As if I needed any confirmation to know who it was who joined me, the soft hooves that surround me and the chest to which my head is pressed leaves no ambiguity.

I rub my face against her coat, relishing the feeling of her perfect pelt against mine. I bury my nose into it as well, getting more of that oh so familiar and soothing scent. I even peek my tongue out from my mouth and lick her chest a little, determined to explore her with every sense I have. She doesn't taste of much, but the feel of her smooth coat against my tongue and lips is exquisite all the same.

Another shift in the mattress, this one more subtle than the last. I feel breaths against my ear and hear a voice:

"Rarity."

"Fluttershy," I murmur back. I reach my hooves upwards, clumsily searching for her head so I can kiss her lips. When I find it, I put my hooves on either side of it and shuffle my body upwards until we are . . . well, not quite looking face-to-face. But I need no yellow coat or pink mane or blue eyes to know that Fluttershy is in front of me, the mare that I love very dearly. And the one mare I feel comfortable kissing.

I lean my head in, puckering my lips slightly . . . and run them into her nose. Another sound reaches my ears, this one of the pure and delightful chimes of Fluttershy's laughter. I chuckle myself and trace my way past her snout and to her mouth. When our lips touch, she opens her mouth a little, inviting me inside. I open my mouth as well and join in the dance that only two lovers can perform in. And we've had plenty of practice. I moan softly into her mouth.

I smile as we separate. This blind love is something that we've never actually tried before. Yes, we've meditated together a countless number of times, but those sessions don't include much affection, save the occasional rub or nuzzle. Certainly I've never done blind something this passionate. I must say, I quite enjoy this arrangement. The only downside that I can think of is that I can't see Fluttershy's beautiful smile anymore.

A slight breeze rustles my mane and coat; then it stops as something big and warm settles onto my body. I purr in delight and snuggle a little deeper into the wing. How I love the feel of Fluttershy's downy softness on me. I hear her speak again.

"Rarity."

"Fluttershy."

"I first fell in love with you because of your looks. You were so pretty to me. But you don't take much pleasure from mine, and it seems like you were bothered by it sometimes. The fact that I'm a mare."

I frown. "Fluttershy, I'm sorry, I just wish—"

I'm interrupted by a hoof on my mouth. "No more apologies," she says. "I just want us to return to the way we started spending more time together and the way you discovered your love for me: through listening, and through language. If that's the way that you love me, I don't want the sight of a mare to distract you from that."

I nod in agreement before something that Fluttershy said before comes back to me. "But, sweetheart, how to you propose we could ever get to . . . uh, sex, from here?"

She pecks me on the lips briefly before saying, "Don't worry about that. Let me figure that out. You've been kind enough to me. Just relax, and let me take care of you."

I hesitate before responding. An instinctual part of myself rises up in protest, but I suppress it before it gains any purchase on my mind. Fluttershy will accept nothing less than an unconditional surrender. I relax again and say, "Okay."

"Good."

I feel my mane part as Fluttershy runs her hoof through the strands once again. I coo in satisfaction and reach my hooves behind her to massage lightly at the junction between the wings. I can't see her face, but I can imagine the dreamy smile on it; I know that she likes it back there.

A hoof on the back of my neck pulls me closer to Fluttershy, and a pair of hind legs do the same for my hips. Her wing also pokes at my back, encouraging me to get closer. I let her pull me in, and she locks her hind legs about my own.

Oh, dear Celestia, not again. It's squeezed up right against my own. It's not so wet anymore, but it's still puffy and it feels sticky now. I squirm a little.

Fluttershy loosens her hooves, and I back up quickly, putting a little distance between us. "Are you okay?" she asks, concern coloring her voice.

I sigh guiltily. "I'm sorry." I needn't say anything else; she already knows.

"No more apologies, Rarity," she insists. "If you don't like that, let's try . . ." Fluttershy gently pushes my hind legs with her own, encouraging them to fold up against my belly. When I do so, she replaces a front hoof behind my neck and her hind hooves on my haunches and pulls me in once again. With my hind legs between us, her marehood is separated from mine, and it no longer feels quite so offensive. She draws me in tight.

" . . . this, instead," she finishes. I nod in agreement and curl up into a small package while Fluttershy envelops me with her hooves and wings. I lean forward to tuck my head under her chin. She's so warm.

"Thank you," I murmur quietly.

Fluttershy kisses the top of my head lovingly several times. The hoof behind my neck tightens a little, and my face is pressed closer to her coat, my nose and mouth buried in her fur. Her breaths feel so soft against my ear—

"Mmphff!" I squeal.

Fluttershy immediately retracts her hooves and says, "Rarity! Are you alright?"

Released from her embrace, I bring a hoof up to my right ear and flick it a few times. She bit me. It wasn't hard at all—she bit me in the way lovers nibble on each other's body parts. I just . . . wasn't expecting it.

Considering how honed my hearing has become, nothing much catches me by surprise anymore. I can always either see what is incoming or hear it coming closer. Much to the dismay of Sweetie Belle and Rainbow Dash, I can always catch a prank now before they spring it on me.

"I'm fine, sweetheart. I was just taken by surprise." I tweak my ear once more. I didn't even hear her mouth open. With any other pony, I'd be able hear them and brace for contact, but Fluttershy is hard to detect at the best of times, and nearly impossible when one is being deliciously snuggled at the same time.

"Oh. I'm sorry," she says.

"No, don't be sorry, sweetheart. That surprise was actually quite . . . exciting." I'm not exaggerating. It's an utterly novel experience for me to be surprised by much of anything these days.

". . . Exciting?"

"Yes, quite so. But enough of that. I'm cold again!" This time, I reach my hooves out to capture Fluttershy and pull her in myself. She quickly reciprocates, prying her hooves and wings out and embracing me with them after I curl up into our previous position.

Again, I feel breaths against my ear, but this time, I'm expecting what comes next. A tender lick, then a soft and light nibble on my ear. I coo in pleasure. Something moist touches my ear and suckles gently. A pause, then Fluttershy moves on to nibbling and licking and kissing the other ear.

Once again, my mane parts as a hoof is run through my mane. The other hoof gently rubs at my back. I sigh and let my body sink into the softest and warmest pillow and blanket imaginable.

A dulcet and pure tone reaches my ears. Fluttershy is singing. It's a beautiful, lovely voice that she has, and it seems like she's singing a lullaby. I've never needed her help to go to sleep, so she's never done that before for me. Nevertheless, her lullaby works its magic as it does with every living creature she directs it towards. I feel myself yawn and my eyelids growing heavy under her spell. "F-Flu . . . shy?" I ask drowsily.

Shh," she says softly, and she resumes singing. My muscles relax a little more, and behind the blindfold, my eyelids droop lower. It is rather late, isn't it? Her heartbeat is slow but strong and consistent. A hoof strokes my back in time with her heart, adding another element to the hypnotic cadence. Before long, the combination of her wings, her voice, her heartbeat, and her stroking lulls me into a light sleep . . .

When I open my eyes, I realize the blindfold is still on; I can't see a thing. It feels like I haven't been sleeping for more than a few minutes, but given that I can't look at a clock or out the window, I can't tell. The sounds of owls outside tell me, however, that it's still nighttime. More obvious than that, though, I feel that the delightfully soft wing that was once covering me is no longer there. It's been replaced with the still-soft but comparatively scratchy blankets of Fluttershy's bed. I wiggle them off my body. Uncurling my hooves and waving them about, I can't feel anypony else, either. Fluttershy has left the bed.

I sit up. I'm tempted to take off the blindfold and see what is going on, but I have to believe that this, too, was part of Fluttershy's plan, whatever it may be. I wouldn't think she would ask me to don a blindfold just to put me to sleep and run away. And I told her that I trusted her. No, the blindfold stays on.

"Fluttershy?" I call out.

No answer.

I try again. "Fluttershy? Where . . . Where are you?"

Only the nondescript sounds of the breeze outside and the ticking clock downstairs answer my call. In straining my ears and swiveling them in every direction, I don't hear a hint of breath or shift-of-weight or any of the usual signs that would betray a pony's presence.

I sigh and sprawl back out on the bed. Now I'm thoroughly confused. Why would Fluttershy leave the room? To go get something? To take care of her animals? Why would either of those tasks be so essential to complete now? Even so, in both cases, I would likely hear at least something that would reveal to me what she was doing. It's like she vanished from the house entirely.

"Fluttershy, please, what is going on?" I cry out.

For the third time, nothing useful answers my call. I groan. I am used to sitting in near silence and listening to the sounds, but not like this; not right after your marefriend lulls you to sleep and decides to up and vanish in that time. Not when you are longing to hear one particular—

"Rarity."

"Aah!" I squeal and whip my head to my right. I heard a voice, and it was most definitely the one of my inimitable marefriend. But I was sure that nopony was here! My ears swivel in that direction and strain to hear something, anything from that direction. Absolutely nothing! It's like Fluttershy appeared from on high to whisper in my ear and then vanished ag—

      "Over here."

"Nnngh!" I snap my head to the left. What? How? Surely I would be able to hear somepony moving mere feet from me! But I hear no hoofsteps or shuffles, not even the slightest thump on the floor. Nothing! She was just on my right though! And-and then on my left, and now she's gone again! It's as if a disembodied voice is floating about me and playing a practical joke on me. Unless I've somehow missed Fluttershy being an alicorn for all the years I've known her, I have no idea how she is doing this. Or unless she can somehow move around me while not making even the slightest sound—

Oh. Oh, Celestia have mercy on me. Her hoofsteps this morning . . . She can.

"I love you."

I gasp. That voice was right in front of my face. The wisp of breath and the slight breeze from her wings betrays her presence for a moment, but only a moment. I reach a hoof upwards, but I touch nothing. She's gone again. I don't know what direction she went, and I don't know where—

"So much."

"Achk!" At the base of the bed, where my hind hooves lie splayed. I'm too stunned to do anything save lie trembling on this bed. Fluttershy . . . She's a quiet pony in every way. She's hard to detect at the best of times. And right now, she might be actively trying to hide herself from my perception. If that's the case—

"So very much."

—there's no way an amateur like me could hope to detect her. I swivel my ears right, but again, there's nothing there for me to find. She could be up to anything, and I would be unaware of it until she decided to reveal it to me.

I . . . I give up. I don't know where you are.

And I don't know where you'll strike next.

"Surprise."

I draw a shuddering gasp. Her breath tickles my inner folds, and a trickle of moisture drips out from between.

"I want to bring you joy."

Again, I reach up to try to touch her, and again, I fail. I realize what her plan was. How devious, how cunning. Fluttershy is such a wonderful, caring, thoughtful mare. And when she wants to be, dare I say it—

"Like you bring me every day."

—sexy. Somehow, someway, she's using a special talent of hers to arouse me. And it's working. I'm utterly exposed to her, alone, spread out across the bed, and I feel hot. A thin layer of sweat forms on my coat, and it joins the pool of fluid gathering in my loins. I never thought this would ever happen, but Fluttershy is turning me on.

      "You will be mine, Rarity."

"Yes . . . yes! I am yours, sweetheart!" I cry out into the darkness. She doesn't respond, but I know she's somewhere, listening. My love. My unbelievable love. My incomprehensible, wonderful, oh-so-sexy love. My—

      "All mine."

My near-deific marefriend, who is coming from everywhere and nowhere at once to find a way to please me. Oh, how the tables have turned.

"Tell me what you want . . ."

"I . . . I want . . ." I squeak. I can barely believe the words I'm thinking of saying. I am a thoroughly sexually straight mare, and right now I want Fluttershy, more than ever, to bring me pleasure. Not a stallion, not a dragon. A mare. That . . . That can't be right.

"Tell me."

I whip my hooves up to try to capture Fluttershy in a hug, or at least touch her. Anything to break this silence. But no, Fluttershy is too quick for me, and I grasp only air. I bring my hooves back down in frustration.

More than hearing, more than sight, I wish for my sense of touch to return to me. And if my dripping marehood and sweaty body have any credence to their speech, I want it most of all in one particular place. And I want it from Fluttershy. I need it.

"Tell me now!"

I've lost. I draw in a deep breath and scream, "I WANT YOU, FLUTTERSHY! Please! Touch me, lick me, kiss me, anything! I can't stand this anymore!"

After my tirade, I gasp out my remaining breath, breathing heavily. I widen my hind hooves and thrust out my hips ineffectually, begging for something to touch between my legs. Needy whines escape my lips. My hooves twitch at my sides, longing to move to my loins and succumb to my baser instincts. But Fluttershy wouldn't like that. And I told her that I trusted her. With great effort, I keep them away.

I've never wanted sex this badly before; no past lover of mine has been able to make me scream before a single touch was made. But Fluttershy, that sweet and sexy mare, and the most unlikely of candidates, has done it.

I'm sweating from every pore of my body, and fluids are leaking out of my sex at a prodigious rate and saturating the sheets beneath me. Now I'm writhing on sheets that have been subject to both mine and Fluttershy's filth. The stains will take ages to wash out of my coat, and the smell will take longer still. But for once, I couldn't care less about my personal presentation.

What . . . What is she doing? I've been waiting here for Celestia-knows-how-long like a good girl, keeping the blindfold on, restraining my own hooves, waiting for her to touch me, but she hasn't made a move. She hasn't spoken; she hasn't touched me, nothing! I'm afraid to do anything myself for fear that I will anger her, but I may very well explode if nothing happens—

"Ah!"

It's not a touch; it's not even close to one, but it hints of what is to come. Fluttershy has privileged me with her presence: she's blowing on my love lips. They contract and wink in a desperate attempt to find pleasure, but it's not enough, it's not enough, it's not nearly enough. I whimper a little.

The air stops. What-what did I do? Was I too slow? Was I too needy? Must I beg more? I thrust forward, desperate for something, anything. I'm sorry, Fluttershy, if your disciple is disappointing you right now, but please, I need—

"Oooh!"

It is a touch, but not where I need it to be. A hoof is on my belly, tantalizing close to my clitoris. It pins me down and stops my bucking for a moment. I whimper again. Fluttershy, please, lower! Make me scream, make me cry, make me howl your name! I've been dripping for so long now, and I can't wait any longer!

The hoof moves slightly, but just slightly. The very edge of her hoof is brushing the very top of my nub. My breath catches in my throat. I start shuffling upwards in a desperate attempt to move the hoof to where I want it to be, but it quickly pushes down harder and stops me from moving. I whine needily again, but still, the hoof does not move. Damn it, Fluttershy, don't do this to m—

"Your wish is my command."

"EEAAUGH!!"

I screech in pleasure as the hoof finally, finally, touches my pleasure center. The feeling is . . . such rapture at a single touch . . . It transcends rational thought. My worries, my frustration, my previous sorrow, all of it is washed away and supplanted with sheer euphoria. My eyes clench shut.

I squeal again as the hoof rubs around, grinding into my folds and shooting rivers of fire into my veins. I writhe every time her hoof so much as brushes my nub, so sensitive it has become. I buck my hips lightly, a near-involuntary reflex against the sensitivity.

I have no idea what sounds are leaving my mouth, but I fear that one would be unable to construe words from those sounds. It's the last thing that's on my mind at the moment. If this continues for long, I may never know coherent words again.

Trembling, I turn my head down to look at whatever is there that is causing me such incredible sensation. I open my eyes and see . . . nothing. Somehow, I've forgotten again that I'm wearing a blindfold. I'm looking down, but there's nothing to see. Stripped of a sense, I'm left with only the wet sounds of sex, the smell of our excitement in the air, and the indescribable feeling.

Perhaps you were right, Fluttershy; I might have been distracted by the sight of a mare. It might have taken me out of my rapture. But whatever is the case, at this moment, I don't care. All that matters is this f-feeling you are bringing me. The pleasure you have somehow figured out how to elicit from me. No distractions, no forcing, no nausea. Just pleasure.

"Ngah!"

Another brush on my clitoris, and another buck of my hips and a writhe of my body. I feel a hoof pin my hips down once again, but another one continues to pleasure me under it. I can't move my hips at all anymore; I can't escape her hoof for even a split-second. "F-Flut-t . . ." I squeak, unable to finish the word. A tiny part of my mind pleads for the onslaught to stop, but that part is swiftly silenced as the rest of it screams for the sensations to continue.

It's just a hoof that on my sex at the moment; mechanically, it's no different than if I decided to rub myself off. But this feels so much better than that. I never imagined that I would be brought to the thrall of sex like this.

But I wouldn't trade this experience for anything right now.

The hoof slows down a little and starts tracing idle circles about my outer folds, taunting me. I crave for something more intimate, but if Fluttershy is to be trusted, she will grace me with it soon. And I trust her with my life. The hooves disappear, leaving the spots they vacated cold. I whine again.

"Are you ready?"

"Yes! Yes, I am! Please, make love to me! Make me yours, you sexy mare!" I plead, bucking my hips up and down. This pre-pleasure purgatory is maddening. And Fluttershy alone will determine when it ends. She holds the key to my pleasure in her hoof, and she is the only mare in Equestria that is capable of holding it.

My breath hitches in my throat. Again, I feel Fluttershy's breaths against my sex, and they're even worse than before. Her mouth hovers close, and I can feel the heat on her breath. Two hooves come to either side of my sex and pin them down, preemptively stealing my only means of escape from the incoming sensation.

"Aaaaii!"

One . . . One straight long lick from base to clitoris. My hips twitch and spasm, unable to stay still, but they're unable to move more than a few inches.

She's stopped again. I know what she's about to do now, but this time, I won't be bearing it until it stops. I'm begging for it to start. Another involuntary whine escapes my throat, and I squeak out, "Please. I need—"

I gasp as Fluttershy takes the rest of my breath away. She licks my whole sex aggressively, and every new stroke brings with it a fresh wave of pleasure and another shot of fire. I would be screaming my voice hoarse right now, but Fluttershy is taking my breath with every lick and leaving none for me. My breaths are erratic.

My whole body spasms when a pair of lips reaches my clitoris and suckles on it. I gasp through clenched teeth. So . . . so much. It's overwhelming. A hard lick that parts my folds and another suckle not even seconds later, and I know I cannot bear the sensation for long. But with my hind legs pinned down, there is no escape.

With no way to move my loins away from the wildly flicking tongue and suckling lips, I can do nothing but thrash my head about and grind my forehooves into the bed. The pressure mounts.

Words . . . Words utterly fail to explain the feeling. Given that I'm unable to say anything and too filled with rapture to give my ears any attention, they shut off, joining my eyes in dysfunctional sense organs. In quick succession, my mouth and nose follow. They render me with but one sense left.

Only one thing matters now: the writhing and pleasuring animal between my legs. I can't breathe. I can't move. I can do nothing but let the sensations build and build and build. Fluttershy have mercy on me when that tower topples over.

The lips move to my mound and suck on it hard.

I gasp, and in a flash, all my senses return at once. I see a bright white light appear from everywhere. I smell the scent of excitement be replaced with the scent of satisfaction. I hear an incoherent sound of incomparable volume escape my throat. I taste fabric and stale excitement as I bite into the corner of a blanket in a futile attempt to stifle my voice.

But most of all, I feel . . . joy. Joy in the way that Fluttershy has discovered a way to satisfy me. Joy in the way that another barrier has been broken in our relationship. Joy in the way that our love is stronger than an apparent lack of lust. And of course, joy in the way that—

I smash my head and forehooves against the bed and scream, overcome by sensation most of all. Somehow, my hind legs are still pinned, and a tongue is still working the nub and slit there furiously, prolonging and amplifying the spasms I am riding through. New fluid and new joy comes with every convulsion, each one unbearably intense.

The waterfall of pleasure crashing down on me slows to a torrent, then a stream, then a trickle. When it finally stops, I slump back on the bed, utterly exhausted, utterly filthy, but utterly and completely satisfied. My body has become a wet noodle, a free mold for my Fluttershy to shape and move however she wants. All of my strength has left my limbs. I can't find the means to do anything save exist.

A creak of the bed, then the mattress flexes slightly. A pair of hooves comes to embrace me, and it gently rolls me over so I'm on my side. I feel a soft coat touch mine and pair of hooves wrap around my back, locking us together. A whisper of Fluttershy's reaches my ear. "Did you like that, Rarity?"

"Huwhwhaa . . . Ah . . . Ah whaahaa . . ." My voice is shaky and completely incomprehensible. I can't find the strength to form coherent words right now. But if I could, I would say, Yes, very much so, Fluttershy. I can't believe you would go to such lengths to please me. I'm so very lucky to have you as a marefriend. Instead, I put my head down and weep with joy. My breath hitches a little.

Somehow, Fluttershy understands me. A hoof starts stroking my back in circles, and I hear a whisper in my ear. "Aww. Don't cry. I just did something that you deserved. I love you." I feel a pair of lips kiss my ear. "I love you." On my horn. "I love you very much." A hoof on my chin, then a kiss straight on the mouth. I find the modicum of strength I need to feebly return the kiss.

"Ah . . . Uwhaa, ohfmmph—" I try to speak again, but Fluttershy interrupts me with another kiss.

She says, "I know, but please don't worry about that. We'll worry about me another time, okay?" She licks my cheek.

"Oohaay . . . ?" I say weakly. Something about what she says bothers me, but I can't find the mental faculties to think about it now.

I feel Fluttershy shift, and something warm and heavy settles itself down on me. A light press on the back of my head, and it's guided to something firm and strong. A few nudges on my hind legs, and they're encouraged to fold up. Something warm settles gently on top of my head.

We lie motionless on the bed for several minutes . . . partially because I'm too exhausted to try moving much. But slowly, eventually, my strength returns to me, just enough for me to start perceiving the world again. The first thing I notice is how . . . surrounded I feel.

Her wing is once again over me, but instead of bedsheets under me, I feel more pegasus down. She's slipped her wing under my body so I'm lying on it, and it feels so cozy. Warmth is trapped between her two wings. My face is against her chest again, and her chin seems to be cradling my forehead and horn from above. My hind legs are up against my belly, and Fluttershy's own are supporting them from below, closing my cocoon.

Even if I wanted to, I don't think I could move. And even without my blindfold, I don't think I could see. I'm surrounded in all directions by Fluttershy, and she has a tight grip on me. Then again, I can't think of a better place to be imprisoned in.

The only thing I can hear clearly is a heartbeat, though whether it's hers or mine, I don't know. I would be surprised if my heart was still working after Fluttershy coursed so much electric euphoria through it. She has enough heart for the both of us, in any case.

I hear something different as a partially muffled voice reaches my ears from above. "I'm so proud of you, Rarity. You didn't think you could do it, but you did. You did so well. We had sex together, and it was lovely."

"Mrrgh . . . That wasn't sex; that was love," I murmur in a voice more ragged than I would like, robbing what would otherwise be a profound statement of some of its potency. It appears that my throat hasn't recovered from my screaming yet. That's never happened to me before.

Despite my voice, I continue. "Y-you proved to me that even that can't keep us apart, so strong is your love for me. Somehow, you found a way through. Thank you." I would prefer to kiss her on the lips, but without the means to do so, I settle for the collarbone. "Thank you, Fluttershy. My . . . my . . ." I struggle to think of a something to describe her until a familiar and fitting term comes to my mind. "My goddess."

I experience a bit of synesthesia as I see the blush on Fluttershy's face when she speaks: "Oh my, I-I'm not that."

I shake my head against Fluttershy's chest. She is in all ways: in compassion, in kindness, in ingenuity, and even perhaps in sex appeal . . . "You are. You came to save me when I thought there was no hope. And you gave me a gift so incredible that only the most divine of ponies could have given it. I am honored . . . No, I am blessed to have your love."

I can feel Fluttershy squirm a little around me. "Oh, Rarity, please, stop that! I'm-I'm not all that, really. I can't be! I'm just . . . I'm just Fluttershy."

Kind, divine, and humble, too. Though she can't see my face, I smile regardless. "And that is exactly why I am blessed," I whisper. I lean forward and give her another kiss on the collarbone. "I love you. You are truly a marvel."

"I love you too," Fluttershy says. She lays kisses on my head again, but the all the urgency is gone; they're but slow and sensual kisses of infinite affection. I sigh in relaxation and nuzzle her chest in response. I feel a shift, and Fluttershy brings a blanket over the two of us. The air grows warmer still.

We stay in this position for minutes. Fluttershy says nothing, save the occasional murmured "I love you" followed by a kiss on the forehead. She seems content to lay here with me until I fall asleep. And I would be perfectly willing to do just that if not for a single stubborn thought in my head. It's been quiet for a while now, silenced by my own will, but now, it's getting louder by the minute.

Though I am very happy, and thoroughly satisfied, I'm not quite . . . content. And in my soul, I know I won't be content until generosity finds its mark and Fluttershy is satisfied as well. Regardless of what she said before, she will find pleasure tonight. My heart, my soul, my raison d'être will make certain of that.