A little candle dimly lit the four corners of a small room. A young stallion, soon to come out of foal hood and into an independent pony, sat next to the slowly melting candle. He watched the flame as it danced around on its open stage.
The young stallion's long, slow inhales and exhales being one of two sounds in the room; the other was the irregular tick of his silver watch.
The young stallion glanced down at the watch. Two of the arms claimed the idea of early noon, despite the fact darkness of night surrounded them.
"Damn thing," the young stallion grumbled, slamming the back of his head on the wall he was sitting against, though, he was careful not to make too much noise to not awake his parents.
His eyes darted back to the flame's performance. Its delicate dance was soothing to him, acting as a welcoming smile and warm embrace from anoth-
"Uuuugh," the young stallion groaned as his mind drifted to such thoughts.
With one long breath, the young stallion closed his eyes and put his hoof on his chest. He could feel his heart beat and the expanding of his lungs. The movements were calming as the stallion peacefully enjoyed them both.
Though he was thoroughly at peace, he began to notice something was... off. At first, the feeling was too small to notice, but in time, the feeling began to grow.
It was a stroke. A slow rub across the stallion's chest. A little unnerved, he opened his eyes to the smiling face of a young mare. It took him a while to realize the rubbing cross his chest was the mare's hoof gently massaging him.
"... H-h.... Hi," the young stallion awkwardly smiled, causing the mare to giggle. The sound of the joyful expression struck a chord in him, prompting him to quietly laugh too.
The laughing was shortly lived, though, as the two's eyes met each other, leaving them in a sensual gaze.
Without breaking eye-contact, the mare crawled onto the young stallion, using herself to lightly push him onto his back.
A small blush can across his face as the mare sat on his stomach and laid herself on his upper body. She gently nuzzled him under his chin, increasing his blush and evoke a soft, pleasing sigh.
The mare continued to rub her muzzle up and down his neck, puckering her lips for a gentle kiss every now and then. As the time between each kiss got shorter, the pace she moved got quicker, nuzzling the young stallion harder every time, and causing his breathing to become more erratic.
Few moments went by before the mare began to kiss her way up the young stallion's neck and towards his lips. She stopped just a couple of inches away, like a predator ready waiting for its right time to pounce on prey, until she noticed the young stallion had turned his head away.
The mare opened her eyes and pulled slightly away at this unusual response to see the young stallion's flushed face try to avoid eye contact. Giving a look of question, the mare turned his head to face hers.
The young stallion tried to look away again, but the mare held him in place, wanting her look of question to be given an answer to match.
"... I.. I...," the young stallion started to stutter and choke up. Seeing him in obvious distress, the mare steadily stroked his mane in an attempt to comfort him. Feeling the loving touch, the young stallion calmed down, took a breath, and slowly confessed, "I've never... um... I've never kissed a mare before."
A giggle escaped the mare's throat, making the young stallion feel insulted as his whole face turned red and he shamefully looked away. She realized this and brought his face towards hers, giving him an apologetic and tender smile, "It's ok."
Simple two words, but the simple words were more than enough to put the young stallion at ease and relax as the mare moved her face closer to the point were their breaths could be felt on each other.
Seconds passed as the two stared into each other's eyes again, then, with a conforming nod from the young stallion, the mare softly press her lips against his.
The unexperienced stallion's eyes shot open at first at the sudden rush of adrenaline flowing through his mind, then slowly closed along with the mare's. However, the kiss was short lived as the mare pulled away, inducing a small whimper from the young stallion.
The mare chuckled before a pair of bedroom eyes fell upon her face, looking down at the young stallion's face of despair from having his moment taken from him.
"Enjoy," the mare teasingly questioned, flicking her tongue across her teeth, "Ready for the next level?"
The young stallion tilted his head in confusion, but got a sneaked in nibble on his ear, causing him to quietly cry out from the arousing move. The mare nibbled a little longer before kissing her way down back to his neck, and with a lustful turn, licked long strokes up. His breathing became faster and shallow with her motions.
After a few more long licks, the mare came back up and licked her lips, "Get the idea?"
The young stallion's blush resurfaced and, against all the shyness that lived within himself, he was able to give a very timid nod, "Y-yes."
The mare grinned, not menacingly, just enough to give the young stallion some reassurance as she took his lips again, only this time, the young stallion felt a warm tongue prod for entry in to his mouth. Although he was a little unsure, he obeyed and opened his mouth to allow room for the guest.
With the movement of a python, the mare slithered her tongue into the young stallion's mouth. She brushed it against his tongue making his jolt back in shock, shying away as if the other was an intruder. However, the mare delicately pushed and poked his tongue, like a small puppy trying to get its older fellow pet to play. With a timorous attitude, the young stallion responded and pushed back.
In a sloppy dance, the two began to wrestle tongues. The stallion got a boost in confidence as he pushed back harder, wanting to switch roles and become the passer instead of the receiver, which the mare was more than happy to comply, retreating her tongue and allowing his to explore.
Instinctively, however, the stallion reached out his hooves and wrapped them around the mare, slowly kneading up and down her sides. The mare eyes suddenly opened at the sensual touch before fluttering back shut and induce a moan.
Between the carnal touch and passionate make out without a break, the mare finally had to pull off, gasping for air as a strand of saliva between the two fell apart
"Enjoy," the stallion grinned as he tried to catch his breath.
The mare breathlessly laughed, as she pressed the side of her face against his. Nipping his ear as a response.
"I'll take that as a yes," the stallion chuckled, embracing her in a tender cuddle. Holding her tight, the stallion picked his hoof up to stroke her mane, but unexpectedly petted air.
Surprised and bewildered, the young stallion opened his eyes back into the dark room, the candle, still performing its dance, and the sound of the arm that kept track of seconds ticking in uneven patterns.
The young stallion thoroughly scanned the room, slightly hoping that this was the illusion and what he'd envision was reality. Unfortunately for him, this was not the case.
A long, depressed sigh came from the young stallion as he looked at the dancing candle. He looked down and saw sheets of written paper sprawled across the floor in front of him. He collected them together in a neat pile and stacking the one with the title "Longing for Another" on top.
With a quick puff, the young stallion pulled the curtains on the candle's performance.
(The End)
