Post-Coitus Cuddles Are Mandatory
I sit alone at the bar, staring angrily at the wall of bottles in front of me. “Barkeep, bring me another mead!” I shout at the stalwart-looking unicorn stallion behind the counter.
It’s been three nights since the Grand Galloping Gala, and I’m still seething about it.
“Look, mare, I think you done had enough,” he replies coarsely. I glare at him through my black bangs, which have long since forsaken the half hour it took to fix them.
I firmly plant my hooves on the bar and lean over it, getting right up in his muzzle. He doesn’t even flinch. “Let’s see your career circle the drain while you watch! See if you don’t drink yourself to the grave!”
“Oh come now,” a gentle voice to my right says, as its owner slides a martini in front of me. “It can’t be that bad.”
“What do you know?!” I turn to the mare that passed me the drink, only to see a gorgeous violet mane framing an elegant light-grey muzzle and bright sapphire eyes. She’s wearing my favorite lipstick tonight; the one that matches her mane. “Oh, it’s you,” I state sourly, wrapping my hoof around the martini, and gently lift it to my lips. I don’t want to spill it and make an even bigger show of myself. To be honest, I’m happy to see her. She’s the one dose of class I ever get anymore outside of my ensemble.
“It’s the Gala, right?” she asks, levitating a few bits onto the counter. “Keep them coming, barkeep.”
“The Gala indeed!” I practically spit, gritting my teeth hard enough to make them creak. I nearly slam the now-empty martini glass down on the counter, but I remember myself and stop, sitting it gently on the polished wooden surface. “That friend of yours has ruined me…”
“What makes you think that?” she asks as another martini appears beside her empty glass. When did she finish it? I didn’t even see her pick it up. I watch as she levitates the glass to her lips, tilts it back and downs the whole drink.
“She made a mockery of my ensemble!” I hiss, taking the fresh martini from the barkeeps magic aura. “Nopony is going to take us seriously after that fiasco!”
“I see,” she says so quietly I almost can’t hear her. I turn to her and see that she’s staring forlornly at the bar top. Upon seeing her face like that, my anger seems to evaporate from my body like water in a hot pan and I suddenly feel much more sober. “Well, if it makes you feel any better, she didn’t have much fun either.”
“A small consolation, I assure you,” I respond solemnly, sliding the martini in front of me over to her. She downs it in one go. “I suspect your night turned out just as unpleasant?”
“Quite,” she says, levitating another martini to her mouth. She pauses for a moment to keep talking. “Granted, I did go to Donut Joe’s afterwards and we had a good time there. But when your dream stallion turns out to be…”
“An absolute pig?”
“Precisely… It tends to leave a bit of a hole in your heart,” She explains, downing the martini she was holding. “Ugh. These just aren’t doing it for me…”
“Barkeep,” I shout, causing him to trot over with two more martinis. “Bring this lovely mare something stronger,” I say calmly for the first time since my arrival. He sets the drinks down and moves way for a moment, then comes back with two bottles of clear vodka. “Number twenty-one? That’s it?”
“Trust me, you ladies don’t need any stronger,” he says calmly, then moves away to tend to another customer.
“What’s this?” she asks, sniffing the bottle’s lip. Her muzzle scrunches up in disgust at the smell.
I laugh at her for a moment, forgetting that she’s only been of legal age for a year or so, whereas I’ve got nearly a decade and a half on her. “Smarenoff Number Twenty-one,” I explain, taking a small sip of the stuff, shuddering as the harsh drink hits the back of my throat. “Tastes how I imagine piss does, but it’ll get you where you want to be… assuming we’re going the same way?”
“I believe so…” she mutters before she takes a swig of her drink, nearly gagging on it. “Ugh, that is disgusting!” she shouts, causing me to laugh at her again. She really is quite cute right now. “How can you stomach this stuff?”
“Try living with my roommate for a few nights,” I tell her, putting a hoof on her shoulder. “You’d get used to it.”
“I can’t imagine any creature short of a hydra being tolerant of this…”
“She’s not far off…” I mutter, taking a swig of the vodka.
“She sounds charming.”
“Not as charming as you,” I say absentmindedly, smiling when she does the same.
“You’re sweet… but if I didn’t know you better, I’d say you were getting me drunk on purpose!” she says, getting a little louder. Yes, maybe I am doing this on purpose…
“Perhaps…” I mutter, causing her to giggle into her fetlock. Again, it’s the cutest thing I’ve seen tonight. I turn fully towards her, resting my left foreleg on the bar. “Look, you’re young… You’ve got plenty of time to find ‘the one.’ If he’s even out there…”
“You think he isn’t?” she asks, taking another swig of her vodka. She succeeds in only shuddering a little.
“I don’t believe in fantasies like that anymore…” I take a small, hesitant sip of my vodka. I’m just not in the mood to get drunk anymore. “I believe that there may be certain ponies in the world that we mesh rather well with, but… it isn’t destiny… it’s merely happenstance.”
“What made you stop believing?”
“The same thing you’re dealing with…” I glance over and notice that she’s taken half of her vodka. I turn back to the barkeep. “Water, please?” He nods back politely, undoubtedly less annoyed with me now that I’ve simmered down.
“Darling, I want to be drunk,” she says sharply.
“Trust me. Tomorrow is going to be hellish enough as is…” I tell her sternly, causing her to scowl at the counter. “You do not want to make it worse.”
“Right… I forget that you’ve done this before…” she mutters, taking a glass of water in her magic. It wobbles for a moment in her aura and falls, only to be caught by the barkeep. He proceeds to put a straw in the glass before sliding it back to her.
“A few times, actually,” I state coolly, taking a swig from my own water. “Though, thankfully, I typically only wake up in my roommate’s bed…”
“Sounds like a good time…” she mutters, grinning around her straw.
“It used to be… but she grows tired of these recent escapades…” I sigh, switching to my vodka. “To think… I’ve become the drunkard of the household…”
“Frankly, I could use some decent company…” She says quietly, still drinking her water. She pulls the straw out and slips it into her vodka.
“I wouldn’t much mind it either…” I down the last of my water and wave the barkeep down for more. “It has been awhile since the interests were mutual…”
“Well, we both like mares,” she says as she sips her water again, doing well to balance herself out now. “You more than I, but still…”
“Seems to me that we’re of the same mind then…” I mutter, smiling when she nods slowly. Although, I can clearly see she’s not quite, as they say, dancing in the drink. She wants it, though, and I’m not going to deny her. “My place or yours?”
“Mine… It’s much closer…”
~FDS~
We stumble through the door a laughing, giggling mess and collapse only a meter or two in. She tries to use her magic to close the door, but her horn sputters out, causing her to giggle uncontrollably at the rather funny noise it makes. I stand up and manage to stagger over to the door and close it with one hoof. I turn back to her, and she’s lying on her back, looking at me through her folded forelegs. She’s got such a dopey grin on her face that I can’t help but smile back at her.
I manage to stumble back to her, coming to stand over her, leaning my head down close to hers. “You sure?” I ask quietly, smiling when she wraps her forelegs around my neck.
“No, I’m drunk…” she whispers, before she kisses me lightly. “But you are pretty and I am lonely…”
I nod, and prepare to pull away to go upstairs, but she pulls me back with surprising strength for a unicorn. I stumble back, barely avoiding stepping on her barrel. She kisses me again, pulling her forelegs tighter around my neck. I feel her tongue slip into my mouth and gently massage my own. I copy the action as I lay down on top of her, causing her to grunt in surprise.
She rolls me to the right so that we’re both on the floor and pulls tighter on my neck. I move my left foreleg down and wrap it around her back, pulling our barrels tight against each other. She moans into my mouth as her teats rub against mine. I manage to slip a hoof under her neck and wrap in around her withers, pulling us even tighter. She moans again and I return it this time, voicing my lust straight down her throat.
Her left hoof comes up and runs through my mane roughly, mussing it even further. Our breathing is starting to get heavy as we clutch each other as tightly as possible. I pull my lips away from hers, causing her to whimper in protest as a thick trail of saliva dribbles onto the floor between us. I smile warmly at her before I roll her onto her back and stand over her once more. I plant a kiss on her cheek, then another on her jaw, and one below her chin. I continue trailing kisses down her neck, prompting delighted moans that made her breast rumble beneath me. I reach her barrel and I begin speed up slightly, eager to reach my goal.
Before long, I can feel her teats rubbing against my neck, telling me I’m getting very close. I stop my barrage of kisses and pull back, beholding the glorious peaks before me. They aren’t too large, but they are substantial; they’re enough to get me even more excited. Slowly, I take her left nipple in my mouth, lightly sucking and flicking my tongue over the sensitive flesh. As a loud moan escapes her, I start gently massaging the right teat with my hoof.
“Mmm… yes, that’s good…” she whispers, gently stroking my forehead with a hoof. I give a final, strong suck on her nipple, before letting in pop out of my mouth, causing her to yelp in surprise.
“If you like that… you’re going to love this…” I whisper, brining my muzzle down close to her twitching pussy. I can smell her arousal now. The scent is sweet, yet also rank with a hint of sweat. I take a long whiff, letting the fragrance fill my senses. It’s so strong I can actually taste it… But I want more. I bring a hoof up to the orifice and press gently against it, causing her to moan loudly. I start rubbing slowly; just quick enough for her to feel something but slow enough to torment her. She squirms under my touch, her body twisting from side to side in restrained ecstasy. I smirk at her and pull my hoof away, noting that her breathing has tripled in pace.
“Why… did you sto-aaah!” Her question is cut off as I run my tongue along her slit, reveling in the sour taste of her thick fluids. “Oh! OH! Celestia above that is… ooooh!” I continue licking until it’s not enough for me… I want her to scream for me. She’s moaning and I like it but I want her to scream to the heavens. My tongue slides into her, making its presence known as it bends and squirms inside her convulsing passage. She’s getting close… Her entire body is heaving in her ecstasy, her forelegs stretched over her head, covering her muzzle.
Her orgasm is sudden and violent. As she screams out, her forelegs come down and I find my muzzle being pushed into her pussy as marecum is sprayed all over my face, even getting up my nose. I can’t breathe; all I can do is take her passion and try to hold my breath.
Eventually, she calms down and lets me go. I stumble backwards, falling on my rump and gasping for breath. In a rather uncivilized manner, I blow out of my nostrils, expelling what little marecum is in my nose that keeps me from breathing, splattering it on the floor in front of me.
She lifts her head lazily and looks at me over her barrel. “Sorry, darling… I got a little… overwhelmed,” she says sweetly between gasping breaths.
I grin at her as I run a fetlock along my muzzle. “Yes, well…” I bring the newly-moistened fetlock to my mouth and give it a swift lick. “It’s my turn now.”
As I slowly walk around her, I contemplate what I want. I know this isn’t her first time, but she’s far from experienced. Hell, I don’t even know if she’s ever had a mare… I decide to play it simple.
I step over her and line myself up so my crotch is above her face and she’s looking at me between my hind legs, and then lower my flanks so my slit is less than an inch above her mouth. “Start licking,” I tell her, and I’m answered with wide eyes an audible gulp. Her forelegs slowly wrap around my flanks and I feel her tongue hesitantly run across my pussy. I scowl and lower myself further, pressing her muzzle firmly into my crotch. Her eyes widen as her air supply is suddenly cut off. “Go on then! Don’t be a bitch about it.” She whimpers and thrusts her tongue into me far too quickly, and starts sliding it in and out. Oh, she’s got quite a long one… After a moment, her face starts turning red and her machinations become hectic and panicked. Her tongue starts bending and twisting inside of me, and I can feel myself getting close. Just a little more…
Her tongue bends up and hits just the right spot. My head snaps back and I let out a groan to the heavens as I climax. I don’t squirt, as she did, but it’s a rewarding finish, all the same.
When my body stops convulsing, I fall to the side and gasp for a moment until my breathing calms down. I roll over to face her and see that she’s staring wide-eyed at ceiling as she tries to catch her breath. That’s not happening. I smirk and manage to stagger onto my hooves before moving around to her rump again.
She lifts her head as I move to stand over her once again, and her eyes widen even more. “W-wait a moment… I…” I silence her with a hoof over her lips and a gentle smile.
“Roll over on you side…” She complies immediately, and at the same time, I sit back on my rump. I lift her right hind leg and put my left hind between them. Before she can lift her head to ask what I’m doing, I ram our pussies together and start grinding against her.
She cries out for me to stop at first, but after a few seconds of grinding, she’s more than cooperative. She even starts to grind back, grunting in tandem with my motions.
Before long, I can feel my next orgasm building up, and I can tell that she’s getting close too. The grinding gets faster, more furious and fevered. Our grunting turns to short screams of pleasure as we both rapidly approach our peaks.
With a scream, my hips convulse and I cum, tightening my forelegs around her hind leg as she does she same a moment later. I fall back, nearly incapable of breathing, while she is literally gasping for breath. I manage to crawl up beside her and give her a soft kiss on her lips; only a short one, though. I don’t want the poor mare to pass out on me.
“So…” I start as I wrap my forelegs around her neck and pull her close. “How… how was it?”
“Phenomenal…” she whispers, nuzzling into my chest. I can feel her heart pounding… it’s almost in perfect synch with my own, thumping in the gaps between my own pulse.
I smile and stroke the back of her neck tenderly, causing her to moan into my embrace. “Do you think you’d be up for this again?”
“I’m not sure how I feel about… fornicating on my showroom floor like ravenous beasts… whilst being plastered beyond reason,” she says curtly between gasps. I smile and give her another kiss.
“Well it doesn’t have to be on the floor… nor do we need to be so wasted we can barely think…”
“I do so enjoy your company… and you damn sure know what the hell you’re doing…” she pauses for a moment, pursing her lips and making a show of thinking about it. “I do think I’d quite like us being friends with benefits…”
I feel my face burn a bit as she looks me in the eye. “Well,” I whisper, “this might be the afterglow… But I was thinking… we could be together?” She doesn’t say anything for a moment, so I quickly try to rectify what I’ve said. “That is to say, I have always thought you were quite pretty… and I also enjoy yo–” I’m cut off by a gentle kiss and a giggle.
She pulls back and smiles sweetly at me. “Yes, Octavia, I’d love to be your marefriend.”
I’m speechless…
She said yes.
Sweet fucking Celestia, she said yes.
I smile and kiss her lightly again. “You, Miss Rarity, have made me a very, very happy mare.”
She smiles and giggles, nuzzling against my cheek. “Well then, my dear… Now that we’ve taken care of that… how about a shower? To be quite frank, we reek of sweat and coitus…”
I grin at her and pull a hoof up to her chin. “My, my… Ready for round two so soon?” I punctuate my question with a kiss. It’s a more drawn out kiss, the kind a lover deserves. We break away, smiling at each other, before nuzzling into each other’s manes. “A shower would be nice… after cuddles.”
“So, cuddles are going to be a thing with us?” she asks playfully, toying with a lock of my mane by twirling it around her hoof.
“You know it, baby. Post-coitus cuddles are mandatory.”
“I think I can live with that…” she trails off, letting my mane fall away from her manipulating hoof. “Say that again… Call me your baby. It… It sounded nice.”
I feel a soft smile on my lips as I chuckle into her somehow still-luscious hair. “Mmm… anything for you… Baby…” I mumble into her ear, causing her to tremble in my embrace.
“Oh, yes… I think that will be rather easy to grow accustomed to.”
Neither of us says anything after that… and eventually, we fall asleep in each other’s hooves.
Long forgotten are the reasons that brought us to this point, all we know is that tomorrow is another day, and that we are going to face it together.
Yes, the future is looking rather bright.
Author's Note
Second clopfic. Slightly more raunchy than the last. I hope you liked it, because I worked really hard on it. I mean, I worked really hard on it. I actually started on this one before TKaBS, and it was originally going to be my first venture into ponyrotica. I coined that term. And I'm proud of it.
Let me know if you see any errors, and I'll try to get them fixed.