It’d been several years since the Cutie Mark Crusaders, Scootaloo, Apple Bloom and Sweetie Belle had finally gotten their cutie marks and had entered what was for them the exciting new world of adulthood.
Although Scootaloo’s interest seemed to have been in following in the footsteps and becoming a top-athlete flyer like her beloved adopted sister Rainbow Dash, she’d gotten her cutie mark in invention and in creating mechanical things. That cutie mark had appeared on her flanks as three golden gears in a bright blue circle. Because of this she was off attending the Manehattan School of Engineering getting a degree in mechanical engineering and design.
Sweetie Belle’s was a bright orange spool of thread with a needle neatly tucked into the strands that sat on a purple, stylized piece of lace. She was now Rarity’s assistant, going with her on all of Rarity’s fashion shows.
And, of course, Apple Bloom’s had appeared one afternoon when she was helping her sister, Apple Jack, buck trees during the bucking season because she’d shown a special knack for quickly and efficiently bucking trees, certainly not much of a career, per se, but it was of immense help to Apple Jack who was getting a bit up there in years and couldn’t quite buck the harvest even with Big Mac’s help
As such Diamond Tiara grew meaner, more petulant and even more foul once her favorite targets, the CMC, were no longer around for her to vent her petty frustrations on.
The only one left to pick on was Silver Spoon. Diamond Tiara’s abuse had grown into abusive tirades and Diamond Tiara had even struck her in front of half of Ponyville. Even after that Silver Spoon had remained loyal to Diamond although no one could understand. Some felt sorry for her while others questioned her sanity.
I was just kickin’ back in the shade of the clock tower in Ponyville having a beer and letting myself get lost in yet another perfectly beautiful day. Yeah, the weather management team had done an exceptionally fine job with this day, maybe because Rainbow Dash had actually managed to drag herself out of bed early that day to clear the clouds out. Yeah, way to go, RD!
It was especially nice because I wasn’t having to deal with some problem for once. It was just peaceful so, yeah, it was all good!
Nona was visiting for two weeks with my mother in Boston again, which was fine with me because she’d been getting pretty hyper, lately. Okay, read that as ‘annoying’.
I mean, I didn’t mind sharing a house with Nona at all! She was, after all, my best friend and she always paid her share of the rent and bills on time which made her a great house-mate, too so, like I said, it was all good!
So, here I was cautiously optimistic that I was going to have a perfect day for once! Yeah, like that would ever happen in my lifetime! I was hopeful.
My day was going just fine until I was startled by the light touch of a hand on my shoulder. I jumped, turned to see Silver Spoon standing behind me trembling and looking absolutely terrified. I stared at her for a moment trying to figure out what was up with her?
Silver Spoon had been a bit of a mess since Filthy Rich had packed Diamond Tiara off to finishing school in Manehattan, leaving poor Silver Spoon lost and adrift in a town where she had no friends. Yeah, I felt sorry for the poor mare because she was just so lost without Diamond.
Silver Spoon had grown into adulthood needy, insecure and lonely. Her parents were no comfort. Her mother, Silver Lining was never around, always traveling. Although Silver and she wrote regularly those letters were always very formal and distant.
Her dad, Silver Platter, wasn’t much help either, always being too distracted by his catering business and kissing the ass of his boss, Filthy Rich.
As if Diamond Tiara’s leaving hadn’t been bad enough, she had left without a word to Silver Spoon. No ‘goodbye’, no ‘see you soon’, nothing! Diamond was just gone!
Poor Silver had been devastated by this. She’d thought that she’d always meant at least a little something to Diamond, something more than a mere toady or ass-kisser, anyway.
On top of that, Silver Spoon had matured late, reaching adulthood later than any of the other fillies in her age group. Yeah, the poor mare seemed to have been born under a bad star, as if some quirk of the universe had decided that her life should be cursed. Or so I thought.
That was about the time I befriended the poor thing.
That turned out to be a good thing for both of us because Silver Spoon was far more complex a pony than anyone ever suspected.
She was intelligent enough and she had a way of seeing things that I found intriguing. Still, the poor thing was so insecure that she tended to isolate herself, having no desire to deal with the complex, baffling aspects of friendship. In short, she was like a ship without a rudder, adrift on a vast, empty sea of loneliness.
On top of that she’d grown to adulthood smaller and more delicate than most other mares her age which only added to her insecurities since she was forced to always literally look up to everyone, a real irony since her father was one of the richest ponies in Equestria.
Remembering what it was like for me when I’d first gotten to Equestria I could deeply relate to what she was going through but, unlike me when I’d first gotten here, she didn’t seem to be trying to make any friends because she honestly believed that everypony hated her for all the shitty stuff she’d done as a filly with Diamond Tiara. The truth was that there were many who would have happily given her a chance if she just reached out, made the effort but she didn’t know this because of her isolation.
As far as I was concerned the past was past and, having learned to be a fairly forgiving soul myself, I was willing to ignore all that and treat her like anypony else. In turn she showed real gratitude for this, deeply appreciating that I was willing to keep all of her history out of our friendship just so she wouldn’t be constantly reminded of it. She was glad of this because she really didn’t like what Diamond had done to the Cutie Mark Crusaders, deeply resented Diamond for it, although she had never brought herself to tell Diamond directly. There were times she told me that she wished she’d had.
So, there she was standing close to me, her eyes wide in fright, trembling like she was standing naked in a cold wind.
“What’s up with you?” I asked, concerned, “you look terrible! What’s going on?”
“There’s... Something wrong with me!” she groaned. She was trembling like a leaf and it was clear to me, in serious need of reassurance. She settled down next to me, put her arms around me and laid her head on my shoulder.
I stared at her, wondering what was going on as I began stroking her mane, scratching her ears. Sighing, she closed her eyes and relaxed when I started doing this, taking comfort in it.
“So, what’s going on with you? Why do you think there’s something wrong with you?” I asked as I scratched her ear with a finger.
“I’m not sure I know how to describe it, G,” she said quietly, “but stallions all over town have been following me all day, behaving in a most bizarre and frightening way”
It was just then that I caught a whiff of her scent. A thought occurred to me. “Is there anything new going on in your body,” I asked.
“Yes!”, she said, startled, as her head snapped up and she looked at me, her eyes big as platters, but she said nothing more, just stared at me.
Yeah, it was obvious to me what was going on with her but I didn’t say anything to her, just scooped her up in my arms and snuggled her close.
Just then I saw several stallions and older colts walking toward us licking their lips, their eyes wild, serious boners hanging between their legs.
‘Aw, shit! Not good’, I thought to myself as I rose to my feet. Pulling Silver Spoon up by her hand we stood as I held onto Silver protectively.
Yeah, it was clear I had to get her out of here or she could end up in a kind of trouble she wouldn’t be able to get herself out of.
“Back off!”, I growled angrily as several very intent looking stallions came close to us. Ignoring my warning they kept coming.
“I said back off, fuckers!”, I roared. They hesitated, stopped, still staring at Silver Spoon as I held her close and tight to me.
Poor Silver Spoon! She was whimpering in terror as we walked quickly off the clock tower commons toward my house on Cranefeather Lane, the aroused stallions and older colts still following from a distance.
“Why... Why are those stallions and colts following us?” she asked, her voice trembling harder now.
“Didn’t they teach you anything about sex in that fancy boarding school your parents sent you to?” I asked as I hurried along.
“Of course they did!” she said, offended, “they taught us everything about it!”
“Yeah? Like what?” I asked, raising an eyebrow at her. It was obvious to me they didn’t teach her shit!
“Ladies do not discuss such things,” she said flatly.
“They probably just told you a bunch of stupid stories just so you wouldn’t ask too many questions,” I said as we hurried down the road, trying to stay ahead of the stallions.
“I beg your pardon?” she said, surprised, “they did not teach me foal tales, I’ll have you know!”
“Yeah, right,” I smirked, as we approached my front door. That earned me a cold, hard stare from her.
“You’ll be safe enough in here,” I said, gesturing for her to enter. She hesitated, thinking.
“I’m not so sure about this, G,” she said with reluctance, “I mean, a mare of my social standing entering your home?”
“This is no time for you to be a fucking snob!” I said nervously, as I saw about a dozen very horny looking stallions striding toward us. She stared at me, offended, her mouth opening and closing in shock.
She yelped, surprised, when I scooped her up, ran into my house, slamming the door behind us. Setting her down I went to the living room window and peeked out through the curtains. Yep! those stallions were outside growing more excited by the second, looking like they just might buck the door down. ‘Oh, fuck me!’, I muttered to myself when I saw that.
“What is it? Why are they acting like that?” Silver Spoon asked me nervously. I turned to face her.
“You’re in heat! Those stallions are simply responding to the scent you’re giving off. You’re arousing them,” I said, flatly.
Taking a step back she threw her hand to her chest and stared at me.
“Disgusting! I... I’ll have you know I do not go into heat!” she blurted out, completely shocked, “I am a lady! Ladies do not do that!”
‘How could an adult mare not know about this?’, I wondered, baffled.
“You’re in heat!” I insisted, peaking out through the curtains, again, “and you’re in serious trouble unless we do something about it!”
“D-do something about it?” she gasped, looking frightened again.
I scooped her up off the floor again, cradled her in my arms as I ran up the stairs, set her down on the bathroom floor, ran and got a large bath towel. I hoped it was clean. I wasn’t sure.
“What are you doing?!” she gasped, appalled.
“Strip, get in the shower and wash yourself really, really well, especially down there!” I insisted, pointing at her crotch.
“I beg your pardon?!” she gasped, appalled, “I am not going to strip and shower in your house, thank you very much!” She crossed her arms, stuck her nose up in the air.
“Okay, fine! If you don’t have a problem with being brutally gang raped by a bunch of mindlessly horny stallions who might just bust in here any minute then I’ll just go about my business and leave you to it!” I said, frowning and shaking my head as I turned and headed out of the bathroom.
I heard a loud gasp as realization hit Silver Spoon. She slammed the door shut behind me. I heard her clothes fall softly to the floor, heard the shower door slide open then close, heard the water running a moment later.
I was downstairs sitting on the couch reading the morning edition of the Ponyville Picayune when I heard the soft patter of hooves coming down the stairs.
I looked up to see Silver Spoon, her hair wrapped in a towel, the large bath towel draped around her body, stepping toward me. She was embarrassed and blushing bright red.
Putting the paper down I rose from my seat, stepped across the room, peeked out through the curtains. I sighed deeply in relief when I saw that the stallions were gone.
“Are... Are they still out there?” asked Silver Spoon, her tone conveying her worry.
“No, they’re gone,” I said, turning and smiling at her. She smiled, slumped, relaxing.
“Oh, thank Celestia!” she sighed then frowned at me, “You gave me quite a scare, G!”
“Hey, I just told you what was going on,”, I said, “I didn’t mean to scare you, I just wanted to protect you, keep you safe”
Her mouth fell open as she stared at me, blinked.
“No one outside of my family has been protective of me, before,” she gasped, quietly, “well, other than the bodyguard my father assigned to me when I was a little foal”
Still holding her towel with one hand, she stepped over to me and, standing on tip toe, kissed my cheek.
“Thank you,” she said, smiling.
“It’s the least I can do for my bud, you know?” I shrugged, smiling, before turning and heading back up the stairs to the bathroom.
“Where are you going?” she asked.
“To get your clothes,” I said, pausing, “they’ll need to be washed before you can wear them again, otherwise you’ll still have that scent all over you and we know what’ll happen if you’re left smelling like that!”
“Oh, no, dear!” she gasped, “those are very expensive fabrics! You simply can’t put those in a washing machine! They’re dry clean only!”
“Not today!” I said, continuing up the stairs, Silver Spoon quickly following and appalled at the thought of my putting her very expensive clothes in a washer.
I paused when I reached the top of the stairs, headed for my bedroom, Silver Spoon right behind me still clutching her towel to her body.
I looked at her. Yeah, she was definitely shorter than me but she looked like we shared the same waist size. I opened a drawer, pulled out what I hoped was a clean pair of shorts, tossed them on my bed. I then opened another drawer, pulled out a white tee shirt, tossed that next to the shorts.
“Put those on so you’ll have something to wear,” I said, as I stepped toward the bedroom door. She stared at me as if I’d asked her to do a strip tease in the middle of Ponyville park. I said nothing but continued out, closing the door behind me.
In the bathroom now, I picked up her clothes, examined them. Oh, fuck me! She was right! Her top was a finely woven cashmere blouse, her skirt woven from the finest silk, lined with soft linenized satin. There was no way I could put these in a washing machine and expect them to survive. Frowning, I found a bag and stuffed her clothes into it.
I returned to my bedroom a moment later, knocked on the door. “Enter,” she said, quietly.
I stepped in to find her sitting on my bed, her legs tucked under her in a very ladylike yet beautifully erotic pose. It was then that I really saw her for the first time, took in the features of her soft and delicately sculptured face, her long, graceful form and limbs, her beautiful platinum mane and tail, the soft, silver-gray skin of her face stunningly contrasted by her large, clear, translucent amythist eyes. Her mane hang free for once. Unbound from the ponytail she normally wore, it softly draped over and down her shoulders and back. She looked gorgeous!
The shorts I’d given her fit well enough but she swam in the oversized tee shirt she was wearing. Still, in that moment I realized I’d never seen anything so beautiful or so charming in my life. She eyed me when she saw my expression.
“Don’t get any ideas, G,” she huffed, “you may be my friend but I know of your reputation and your skills at seduction!”
She stared at me when I laughed. Her calling me a seducer just struck me as funny because I’d never heard anyone refer to me like, before.
“And just what’s so funny?” she asked
“I’ve been called a lot of things in my life, most of them bad, but never a seducer,” I chuckled. She eyed me for a moment then smiled.
“Yes, I suppose it does seem a rather odd term for you,” she giggled, amused, “but it still applies!”
Still chuckling, I stepped out to the bathroom, found a hair brush then returned. Sitting down on the bed next to her I motioned for her to remove her head towel, turn her back to me. She hesitated for a moment eyeing me again, before turning. I fluffed her mane with my fingers before I began gently brushing it.
“Oh, my!” she cooed, “No one’s brushed my mane like that since I was a filly. It feels delicious”
“Yeah, well, your mane’s really fine but really thick. If you leave it in that towel for too long it’ll get really tangled then you’ll have a rats nest to deal with”
Silver Spoon was starting to relax when I felt her tense again. She turned to face me.
“What are your motives for doing this?” she asked, “are you actually intending to seduce me? I’ve already told you to not try anything as it will get you nowhere!”
Disgusted and offended, I threw the brush on the bed, rose to my feet, began pacing the floor.
“Aha! I knew it!,” she sneered, triumphantly, “I knew you couldn’t be trusted to not make an effort in that direction!” Pouting, she folded her arms across her chest and turned away from me. I stared at her.
“The fuck is wrong with you?!” I blurted angrily.
She turned back to stare at me, shocked. “I see no need for you to use such vulgarities in my presence!” she frowned at me, “I am, after all, a lady and you should respect that!”
“I’m not trying to seduce you!” I growled angrily at her, “if I’d wanted to do that you would’ve been laying under me screaming my name long before this!”
“Argh!” she gasped, disgusted, then, “You’ve never been this nice to me, before! Nopony has ever been this nice to me, before! Not even my own father and certainly not my mother!”, she pouted, turning away from me again, “it’s clear to me you have well defined intentions”
“Hey! I just saved your ass from being gang raped by a bunch of sex crazed stallions!” I growled, pointing angrily at the window, “you could at least say thank you for that! You don’t even know what sex is, anyway, for crissake!”, then, “how do you even know that I’m trying to seduce you, anyway?”
“Oh, please!” she huffed, offended, “I most certainly know what sex is and I can certainly guess when someone’s trying to seduce me so there!”
“Bullshit!” I blurted back at her.
She turned back to stare at me. “Again, that is not appropriate language to use in my presence!” she huffed haughtily.
“Okay, miss hoity toity!” I huffed back at her, scowling and crossing my own arms, now, “tell me what you know! And don’t give me any excuses!”
“Fine! Since you insist!” she huffed again, then, “I was taught that, when you want to have a foal, you pray to Celestia for seven nights telling her what gender of foal you want and exactly what the foal should look like; mane and tail color, eye color and all that. Then, you leave your bedroom window wide open on the seventh night. After you fall asleep a beautiful, angelic golden pegasus flies in your window bringing you your beautiful new foal and that’s how it’s done!”
I stared at her for a moment, then doubled over guffawing. She turned back to stare at me, shocked and embarrassed. She settled her hands in her lap. Pouting, she stared at them.
“And just what is so funny?” she pouted
“I knew it! They fed you a huge load of shit at that prep school you went to! That’s not even close to what sex is!”, I laughed, “I mean, I can’t believe you haven’t noticed the intense warmth in the pit of your stomach, the tingling sensation in your crotch and the seemingly overwhelming desire to scratch down there. And don’t deny it because I’m sure that’s what you’re going through right now!”
She snapped her eyes to me, shocked. “How... How do you know about that?” she gasped, honestly surprised.
“I wasn’t born yesterday and I’m no dummy,” I said more seriously, “you’re a young mare going through her first heat so it’s no wonder you’ve got every older colt and stallion stalking you all over town. I’m just glad I found you when I did. Celestia knows what would’ve happened to you if I hadn’t!”
Frowning, she sighed deeply, looked down at her hands, began picking at a fingernail.
“I can’t believe I’m saying this but you’re absolutely right, G!” then, rolling her eyes, “I just can’t believe that I could be so well educated and cultured and yet be so very naive and ignorant at the same time!”
“Well, don’t worry about it,” I said, “you’re not the first young mare who’s gone through it”
“I do wish that was a consolation but, unfortunately, it’s not,” she said, looking at me, now.
“Hey, you want me to call your house, have someone come pick you up?” I asked, taking a step toward the door.
“Oh, would you please?” she said, smiling now, “and please do ask them to bring a change of clothes for me. I appreciate what you’ve done but I feel absolutely common in these barbaric fabrics, no offense, of course!”
“None taken,” I chuckled as I headed out the door. Yeah, Silver Spoon could be downright funny at times whether she intended to be or not. This was one of those times.
“Oh, from now on I’d very much like it if you called me Silvie,” she smiled.
“Oh, okay sure... Silvie,” I smiled back at her, pleased that she seemed to be letting me in a little more.
So, I’d managed to get Silvie home in one piece and without having to face too many questions from her chauffeur, which was something we were both glad of because an explanation to the hired help would have been just too mortifying for Silver Spoon, considering how rattled and fragile she was at that time.
***
I was sitting in the Hayburger Shack about a week later having a dandelion burger and a cup of coffee. reading the afternoon edition of the Ponyville Picayune. I was so absorbed in reading an article about Princess Luna’s latest antics up in Canterlot that I never saw Silvie enter and didn’t notice her until she sat down at my table.
I looked up to see her smiling as bright as the sun. I couldn’t help but smile back.
“Well, look at you! Don’t you look happy today?” I grinned, delighted to see her so happy for once.
“I should be!” she said, smiling and rolling her eyes, “I’m finally done with that... thing... that was happening to me last week and none too soon, either!”
“Oh, yeah, that, um... Yeah, okay, I’m glad you’re done with that, too,” I said, hemming and hawing a little bit. Silvie giggled good naturedly at my mild discomfort.
“So, what, m’lady, compels you bring yourself to sojourn among us lowly commoners?” I said dramatically, joking. She laughed and I found myself charmed. Her laughter had the sweet tone of little tinkling bells. What I found even more charming was that it was the first time I’d ever heard her laugh like that. Sure, I’d heard her giggle, before, but never laugh.
“Well!” she said, collecting herself, “I’m certainly glad to be done with that horrible thing!”
“For the next six months, anyway,” I said.
Her smile disappeared as her mouth fell open and she stared at me.
“The... next six... months?” she said, aghast.
“What, you didn’t talk to a doctor or gynecologist or whoever you go to about these things?” I asked.
“No...” she gasped, aghast, “please tell me I’m not going to have to go through that again!?”
“I’m sorry but it’ll keep happening to you every six months until you... you know... um... do the deed!”, I frowned.
Silvie paled, shook her head and stared at me with an expression of mild horror and disgust.
Rising to her hooves, she grabbed my hand and practically dragged me out of my chair.
“What’re you doing? Where’re we going?” I asked, surprised, as Silvie dragged me, stumbling, toward the door of the Hayburger shack.
“There is absolutely no way I am going through that, again!” she scowled, dragging me through the door and out onto the street.
“Wait... What?! Stop!”, I said, freeing my hand from her steel grip and staring at her.
“You just told me that I’ll keep going through... that, until I, as you so crudely put it, ‘do the deed’, so we’re off to your house to take care of this problem of mine once and for all!” She said this, crossing her arms and narrowing her eyes at me, a most determined and resolute expression on her face.
“What?! No!”, I said, taken aback, “that’s not a good reason to go to bed with someone. Ever!”
“Are you saying that you don’t... that you wouldn’t..?” she said surprised and looking a little hurt.
I sighed, rolled my eyes while running a hand through my hair. I began pacing back and forth. She stared at me expectant of an answer. I turned and faced her.
“Yeah, I would but not for that reason!” I said, then, “what were you thinking just now?”
She looked at me, her eyes growing large. “Great Celestia!”, she gasped, “you’re right! I must be losing my mind! At least what’s left of it after this last week!”
Smiling, I stepped up to her, placed a reassuring hand on her shoulder. “Yeah, it’s been pretty rough for you, to be sure but at least it’s over” She smiled back, glad of my reassurance.
A quirky smirk appeared on her face as her eyes began to sparkle. She grabbed my hand and dragged me along as she strode off in the direction of Cranefeather Lane with me stumbling along in tow.
“What’re you doing now?” I asked startled while trying to keep up and keep my balance. She may have been short but she sure could walk fast!
“I am tired of always being afraid, G! I wake up in the morning, afraid, I spend my days dreading everyone’s opinion of me, I go to sleep at night dreading nightmares! Well, no more! I’ve had my fill of it! Today, everything changes!”
“What brought this on?”, I asked, surprised.
“You! You brought this on, dear friend!” she smiled, glancing at me over her shoulder as we hurried along through town, garnering the stares of some very confused ponies as we went.
“What’re you talking about?”, I asked, confused. I mean, I had an idea of what she meant but I just wanted to hear it from her. She stopped, faced me, pushed her pale silver-blue cat-eye glasses up on her nose then grabbed me by the shoulders like a long lost compadre.
“You’ve shown me something, dear,” she said, smiling brightly, her eyes sparkling, “you’ve shown me that my greatest enemy is fear and that it’s foolish for me to be afraid. Thank you!” she said, then, “Now, come on! Let’s go!”
Again she grabbed my hand and hurried off, dragging me behind her once more. All I could do was follow along while trying to stay on my feet.
Within a moment we were at my front door. I unlocked it, stepped inside with Silvie right behind me.
No sooner had I closed the door then she grabbed my shoulders again and planted her lips on mine. Startled I resisted for a moment then melted into the passion of her kiss. A moment more and she wrapped her arms around my neck, pulled me close and tight, her passion rising to a white hot blaze.
After what seemed like an eternity and only a second all at once, she pulled back, both of us breathless, gasping and trembling.
With one last quick kiss to my lips she turned and ran for the stairs. Pausing, she turned back to me smiling excitedly, her eyes sparkling.
“Give me just five minutes then come up,” she cooed. With that she raced up to the second floor.
I grabbed that morning’s copy of the Ponyville Picayune, sat down on the couch trying to ignore my now raging boner while trying to concentrate on reading. I failed. Tossing he paper aside with a frustrated sigh, I stared at the clock and counted off the seconds. That was the longest five minutes of my life but, finally, the second hand ticked down the last seconds of that five minutes.
Leaping to my feet I breathlessly ran up the stairs, pausing in front of my bedroom door to compose myself a little and get a grip on myself. I didn’t want to go barging in seeming too excited and eager since doing that might frighten the sensitive Silver Spoon and cause her to change her mind. I took several deep breaths then knocked on the door.
“Enter,” she cooed sweetly from the other side of the door. Opening it, I stepped in. My jaw dropped and I stared at the wonderfully beautiful vision my eyes were now hungrily drinking in.
Smiling, she lay propped on an elbow, her face resting in her hand, one of her legs gracefully draped over the other. Her silver-platinum hair, loosed from its pony-tail, lay draped and flowing over her shoulders, down her back in gentle waves. Her dazzling, translucent amethyst eyes, no longer hidden behind her glasses, sparkled and danced.
Surprisingly, she wasn’t naked but wore one of my white tee shirts which only enhanced and magnified her erotic beauty.
My mouth fell open, I stood there staring at her in awe and realized I’d never really seen just how beautiful she was, her magnificence normally hidden away behind her tight, conservative appearance and repressed demeanor.
Placing a hand to her lips, she giggled sweetly when she saw my expression then, raising a finger she wiggled it at me, beckoning me to join her with the most sensuous, amorous expression on her face.
Relishing the moment, I began to remove my clothes slowly. That’s when an inspired smile appeared on Silvie’s face and, rising from the bed, stepped up to me.
Without a word she began slowly unbuttoning my shirt, gently caressing my exposed skin with a tip of her finger.
Her hard breathing grew to a ragged pant as she began gently kissing my exposed flesh with her full, soft and supple lips, each touch of those lips on my skin sparking little explosions of excruciatingly delicious sensation where they touched.
Closing my eyes I sighed and raised my hands to gently caress her mane, her face, until she’d reached the last button on my shirt.
Breathless now, I shuddered as she, moaning and cooing softly, unbuttoned my pants, began sliding the zipper slowly down.
Trembling, I reached down and took her own trembling shoulders in my hands, lifted her up to face me as I began tugging at her tee shirt, wanting to lift it off her.
“No, leave it. I love wearing it, I want to keep it on,” she cooed, gasping in my ear as she began kissing my ears and face, “it’s horribly, deliciously decadent. I find it most... Exciting!”
“Oh, my!” she gasped, startled, as I reached down and swept her into my arms, carried her to the bed. Wrapping her arms around my neck she gazed deeply into my eyes, her own eyes now full of dancing, sparkling stars. I laid her gently down, settled down next to her.
I slowly finished undressing myself, tossing my clothes unceremoniously to the floor, snuggled up close to Silver, wrapped my arm around her waste.
“Oh, my!” she moaned, smiling with excited curiosity as she looked at my now naked body. Then she blushed, a coy smile spreading across her lips and turned away.
Silvie’s breathing had slowed but she was trembling. Turning back to look at me she reached out to touch me, pulled her hand back suddenly looking very uncertain.
“I have to admit this is all very exciting and thrilling but I have no idea what I’m doing!” she sighed, staring at me expectantly, obviously hoping I’d know what to do.
“What’s to know” I shrugged, “just do whatever feels right to you, whatever feels good”
“And what would feel good to you?” she asked, again looking at me with hopeful expectation.
Without another word I leaned over her, wrapped my arms around her and began kissing her ears, her face and lips, slowly kissing my way down her neck toward her breasts. I softly, gently caressed her body with my free hand, my light touch almost a tickle but not quite.
“Oh, my!” she gasped, her voice trilling with arousal as she lay back leaving me to do whatever I wished. I tugged at the tee shirt she was wearing, wanting to pull it up to expose her body to my kisses.
Her hand shot to mine, stopping me from pulling the shirt up. “No! Please! Don’t!” she gasped.
She was nervously staring at me, now, her eyes wide with apprehension as she bit her lip. My look of confusion must have been obvious.
“I... I don’t want you to see me naked,” she said nervously.
“Why, is there a problem?” I asked, looking at her, seeking some sign in her eyes.
“I have a scar,” she said, looking down, “I’d rather you not see it”
“Fine,” I said, smiling, as I settled down beside her, kissing her face and neck, caressing her breasts through her shirt.
Closing her eyes she laid back and touched, caressed me evan as I touched and thrilled her.
Her touch! Amazing! I’d experienced such things under the gentle, loving fingers of those who had shared my bed with me, but it was never like this, before. To me it was as if the very depths of her heart and soul were reaching out, extending to touch not only my skin but my heart as well. Even as my passion grew I realized that Silvie wasn’t just making love with me, no. She was giving herself totally, completely to me in a way I could never have imagined anypony ever doing or even being capable of doing.
Overwhelmed with far more than passion, I paused, took her sweet and gentle face in my hands, gazed deeply into her eyes. She had been deeply lost in her own passions when I did this. Surprised at first she smiled at me, returned my deep gaze with one of her own. She smiled in a way that was so sweet, so innocent, so inviting and so virtuous that I was swept away.
There was no mask, no obscuring fear or doubt, there was only the pure essence of what she truly was looking back at me from her greatest depths. In that moment she had let me in. Completely, totally and wholly and in that instant I saw her in an entirely new way.
Nopony had ever revealed themselves so completely to me, before, and in that instant I realized that I was not just gazing into her eyes but seeing, being witness to the light and joy of her very being. In that moment I fell madly in love with her.
Smiling amorously, she tugged at me gently, urging me to climb on top of her. I did but, even though I was on fire for her now, I hesitated. I wanted this amazing, incredible moment to last.
Gasping, lost in her own passions, she wrapped her arms around me, urging me on. Still I hesitated.
She opened her eyes, looked at me confused. It was clear she wondered why I waited. I smiled, gently kissed her lips. I didn’t have to say a word. In an instant she understood completely.
Taking my head in her hands she gently kissed my lips, hugged me, held me.
“I do love you,” she cooed softly in my ear. Again I was overwhelmed. Tears welled in my eyes as I hugged her tightly never wanting to let go of her.
In that moment of total innocent openness she had welcomed me, made me a part of her and had given herself as an inseparable part of me as well and I realized I wasn’t having mere sex with an innocent, delicate and stunningly beautiful mare. For the first time our lives we were truly making love.
***
We lay snuggled in each others arms, feeling a pure connection with each other and, even as I lay there holding her in satisfied, contented silence I realized that this marvelous mare had awakened parts and depths of my soul that I’d never known were there. All I could do was lay there holding her feeling a depth of gratitude for what I realized was the great gift she had just given me.
She snuggled into me more deeply, touched and caressed me softly and affectionately, her sweet coos speaking volumes for her satisfaction and sense of complete contentment even as I felt my own.
I don’t know how long we lay there like that. Time seemed to have completely vanished in those moments as I felt I was now drifting in a whole new dimension of existence, a dimension that was beyond my experience or comprehension. I didn’t think about it, try to figure it out or understand it. I knew it was one of those moments in life that would only be ruined by examination so, sighing, I simply accepted it, swam in the sweet waters of that joy and let my mind drift, empty.
In that endless drifting of pure joy and contentment there were none of the typical exclamations of ‘that was wonderful’ or ‘you were so good! I didn’t know it could be like that’ and I was glad because I felt that this whole new experience would have been diminished had Silvie said such things. To me the whole thing would have been cheapened to the level of mere sex and this was nothing like that, not even close.
So, there we were with me laying with my hands propped behind my head and Silvie, her head nestled into my shoulder, her arm draped across my stomach, her face angelic in the sense of peace that shone there.
Finally, that sense of amazing magic faded and drifted away. Rising to an elbow, Silvie looked at me and smiled, kissed my cheek. Unable to resist I took her face in my hands, drew her lips to mine and kissed her in a way I’d never kissed anyone, before. No, it wasn’t a kiss coming out of lust or mere passion, this was a kiss borne of real love, given life by that love and in turn giving new and greater life to the both of us.
After that long kiss she looked at me smiling, her eyes sparkling, ablaze with stars.
“I had no idea it could be like that,” she sighed softly.
“Neither did I!” I smiled back. She stared at me, surprised.
“I thought you’d had sex, before?” she asked, confused.
“I have but this wasn’t just sex, Silvie,”
She blinked, stared at me for a moment, trying to fully comprehend what I’d just said. Then a slow smile spread across her lips as realization came to her.
Slipping out from under the covers, she straddled my stomach. As I watched she reached behind her head and, without the slightest hesitation, slipped the tee shirt from her body. It was then that I saw what she’d so deeply feared to reveal to me, earlier; a prosthetic breast.
I was surprised but I didn’t stare. I simply smiled and accepted it as part of who and what she was.
Reaching up she took it in both hands, gently removed it to reveal the faded, X shaped scar where a breast had been.
“I was very sick,” she said, quietly, “they had to remove it to save my life. They had no other choice”
She placed the prosthetic on the bed beside her then frowned sadly.
“I was beside myself with horror and grief when that happened,” she said, “I felt incomplete, felt as though I’d been turned into a monster, not to mention I simply didn’t feel completely female, anymore. It was horrible. I didn’t know if I could live with it or not”
I looked into her eyes, smiled and, reaching up and gently caressed her face. she sighed and, a moment later, lay down on top of me and held me, hugging me.
I hugged her back, held her and knew from that moment on, my life would never be the same again. And neither would hers.
