Every Cloud Has a Silver Lining, but...
Every cloud has a silver lining, but...
Some Clouds Have a Pink Lining
Constance reviewed her notes as she sat at her desk in the Manehattan hub of Equestria’s Department of Research. Usually, she would be more than happy to stay well-past quitting time, but today was different. She couldn’t stop glancing at the clock on the wall. Today was their day...
Silver Cloud was somewhere above the clouds of Manehattan, miles away from Constance. Her usual enthusiasm for cloud-kicking was replaced by lackadaisical mind-wandering. She couldn’t wait to fly back to the ground and spend the evening with her.
When five o’clock finally arrived, Constance quickly shuffled her papers into a neat stack and placed them in her desk drawer. Rising to her hooves, she wrapped her scarf around her neck and headed for the door. With the weather today, it was really too warm for it, but she loved wearing it anyway.
Silver quickly flew towards the Department of Research, hoping to meet her beloved marefriend just as she was leaving the building. She was running a little behind schedule and was afraid she’d miss Constance’s departure. As she neared the building, she swooped down low and prepared for a landing.
Constance gave a startled squeak as Silver abruptly lighted in front of her. Her expression of shocked horror was quickly replaced with a warm smile as she realized who had appeared before her.
“You have no idea how nice it is to see you. This has been the longest day. I basically spent the entire time staring at the clock.” Constance moved closer to her marefriend.
“I know what you mean. I couldn’t fly here fast enough,” Silver said as she nuzzled the grey mare’s face.
“I’ve got a surprise for you. Care to guess where we’re eating tonight?” Constance smiled triumphantly as she attempted to spark a curious suspense in the beautiful silver pegasus.
“Fryhoof again? We always eat at Fryhoof!” Silver whined, before mumbling, “Too cheap to spring for a decent meal every once in awhile...” She always dreamed of enjoying a nice dinner in a fancy restaurant with the mare she loved, but she always found herself “enjoying” fast food.
“No. Tonight we’re going somewhere special.” Constance winked. She knew Silver wanted more than a veggie burger and hay fries, and she knew just the place. She had been planning this night for over a month, which--coincidentally--is how long the waiting list is to get a table at Pegatail, the most romantic restaurant in Manehattan.
“I’ll believe it when I see it,” Silver scoffed. She’d never seen Constance shell out more than ten bits for a meal the entire span of their relationship. She understood that her pay as a researcher was lacking, but everpony deserved a treat every now and then.
“Oh, stop being so cynical, Drizzle.” Constance nuzzled Silver lovingly and directed her down the sidewalk. They moved in the general direction of the restaurant, but Constance was in no hurry to reveal her surprise just yet. The reservation wasn’t for another hour, so she stalled Silver with a romantic walk through the city. Their busy schedules never allowed them time to visit the beautiful sites Manehattan had to offer.
Sometime later they ended up in Central Park. Silver was mesmerized by the sheer beauty of all the flowers, sculptures, and fountains. She stopped in front of a statue of an angelic pegasus mare surrounded by cherubic colts and fillies. She paused and stared intently at its magnificence.
“Beautiful, isn’t it?” Constance had trotted up behind Silver, startling her as she spoke.
“It’s breathtaking.” Silver had been absolutely captivated by the masterfully crafted statue. She had almost forgotten where she was or what this day meant. Coming back to reality, she turned to look into her lover’s eyes and whispered, “Almost as breathtaking as you look right now.”
Constance blushed and leaned in to nuzzle Silver. As their eyes locked, they began to move in for a kiss. Just as she was about to meet her lips with Silver’s, Constance remembered the time. “Our reservations!” she exclaimed, surprising Silver. “We’d better hurry if we don’t want to be late.”
Silver’s heart sank from the surface back into the confines of her chest. Feeling more than a bit neglected, she reluctantly agreed and followed the unicorn’s lead. “Where are we eating, anyway?” she asked, though she didn’t really care anymore.
“You’ll find out when we get there.” Constance had a playfully smug tone in her voice. She was so intent on impressing Silver tonight, she had become almost unaware of Silver’s feelings. She had entirely missed the disappointment and disinterest in her voice.
“All this fuss better not be over more fast food,” Silver grumbled to herself.
Constance caught that remark, but brushed it off. She was sure all her preparation would be worth it when she saw the look on Silver’s face as they dined in luxury. Things hadn’t been so great between the two for sometime now, and Constance hoped to break up the monotony and restore their former connection. She truly loved that silver mare and would do anything to make her happy.
Silver walked alongside Constance, although she clearly wasn’t feeling the same exuberance. She was still seething with annoyance at the earlier interruption of what might have been the sweetest, most spontaneous moment the couple had shared in quite a long time.
Constance directed Silver towards a part of town the two almost never visited. All the shops and eateries were out of either of their leagues financially. She eyed Silver like a hawk, eager to see any reaction to her new surroundings.
Silver's eyes were alit with surprise as she revered the almost alien sights around her. "Wow..." She had intended to only think it, but the word escaped her lips before she could catch it. Her hoof flew to her mouth, as if to somehow shove the word back in. She was still annoyed with Constance, and felt bitter at the satisfaction she knew the word had given her lover.
Constance paid little mind to Silver's slip, giving no reaction other than a slight smirk. She was waiting for the big payoff. She couldn't wait to see the look on Silver's face when they arrived at the front door of Pegatail. They were only two blocks from the restaurant before Constance suddenly quickened her pace. She had lost any semblance of patience.
Silver suddenly recognized the direction in which they were headed. "You didn't..."
"Didn't what?" Constance wore a triumphant smile as she spoke. She knew exactly what Silver was asking and decided to be playfully coy.
"We can't be going where I think we are. There's no way you could afford it, let alone get a table." Silver's skepticism was only dwarfed by her excitement. The possibility of dining in the most romantic restaurant in Manehattan--and possibly all of Equestria--had her reeling.
"Why don't you see for yourself? We're here," Constance said as she pointed up to the sign that read "Pegatail" in a fancy font.
Silver uttered a squeal of pure delight. She tackled Constance and hugged her tightly. "Thank you! Thankyouthankyouthankyou!"
"You're quite welcome." Constance chuckled as she confessed, "It wasn't exactly easy to get a table here."
Constance expertly wiggled herself out of the tight hug and made her way through the door with Silver close behind her. “Donnahooves. Table for 2,” she told the hostess, who proceeded to guide them to their table.
As they were seated, the waitress handed each of them a menu. Silver nearly fell out of her chair when she saw the prices. "Honey, this is all so wonderful, but how are you planning to pay for this?"
"Don't worry about that. I've got it covered." Constance smiled and winked as she spoke. She felt proud of herself for putting together such a lovely evening, and pleasing Silver Cloud was among her favorite things to do.
Silver decided to drop the issue and just enjoy herself. She looked over the menu and noticed all the names were in another language. “What’s... es..car..got?” she asked Constance.
“It’s Prench for snails, Drizzle.” Constance smiled and awaited Silver’s reaction.
Silver’s face turned a particular shade of green Constance had never seen before. “Oh... I knew that...” She tried her best to fight back the look of revulsion on her face and the similar feeling in her stomach. “What would you suggest?” She smiled as convincingly as she could, still a little shaken by the thought of ponies eating snails.
“Why don’t we just steer clear of the Prench food, dear. What about a nice eggplant parmesan?”
“That actually sounds really good.” Silver was absolutely famished after a long day of cloud kicking with the weather team. She couldn’t wait for the food to arrive.
The waitress sat two glasses of water on the table. “Can I start you off with a glass of wine?”
“That sounds lovely. We’ll have two glasses of your finest red wine.” Constance smiled and nodded at the waitress, who then turned and walked away to retrieve their drinks.
“How was your day, sweetheart? Lots of paperwork again?” Silver prepared herself for a long, boring reply about proper paper-filing procedures. She was pleasantly surprised to hear the scarfed unicorn’s reply.
“It was just another boring day. I was too excited about tonight to care about work, really.” Constance beamed lovingly as she looked into Silver’s eyes. “Tell me about your day, Drizzle.”
"Eh. Not the best day. The boss was riding me hard the whole time. Apparently I moved a couple clouds to the wrong section of the city or something."
"Oh, sweetheart. I'm sorry. At least you can relax now," Constance spoke softly and compassionately. All her previous smugness had vanished and been replaced by genuine concern. There was something comforting about her. Behind all the research and books that comprised her cold exterior, there was the heart of a sweet, caring mare. This was a side of her that few ever saw and only Silver really knew.
Silver didn't speak. These moments of sincerity seemed few and far between these days, and she wanted to enjoy every second of it. She truly loved Constance, but lately things had been a little rocky between the pair. It's not that things were bad, really. It just seemed stale and repetitive to Silver. There was no spark--no spontaneity--and she hoped desperately that tonight was Constance's attempt to change that.
Constance stared deeply into the pegasus' searching eyes. She was mesmerized by their intense beauty. It had been so long since the last time they had just sat in silence and enjoyed each other's company. Constance had missed this. She missed it much more than she had ever realized before this moment.
"Are we ready to order?" The waitress returned, setting the two glasses of wine down on the table.
"Uhm... Yes, I think we're ready." Constance jumped, startled by the waitress' surprise arrival. "Silver, why don't you go first?"
"Yes, uhm, I'll have the eggplant parmesan." Silver closed her menu and passed it to the waitress, who then turned to Constance.
"And for you, miss?"
"I'll have the same, and we'll have the soufflé for dessert." Constance handed the waitress her menu as well before sending her off with an approving nod.
"Now, what were we talking about?" Constance turned back to her marefriend with a smile.
Silver leaned across the table, taking Constance’s hoof in hers. She held it gently and stared into her lover’s eyes once more. “All this is wonderful, Con Con. You’ve really outdone yourself.”
“It was nothing really,” Constance said, blushing. “I know you’ve been wanting to do this for a while now. If it makes you happy, then it’s worth every bit.”
Silver squeezed Constance’s hoof and opened her mouth to speak. “Be careful. These plates are really hot,” the waitress interrupted.
“Thank you, miss,” Constance responded, clearly perturbed by the interruption. The waitress turned and trotted off for, hopefully, the last time. “You were saying, dear?”
“Oh it was nothing. Let’s eat. I’m starving.” Silver wasted no time in digging into the delicious looking meal. It tasted even better than it looked... At least the bit she tasted before searing her tastebuds. She had already forgotten the waitress’ warning. “Hothothothothot!”
Constance merely rolled her eyes and giggled at the sometimes airheaded mare. She levitated Silver’s water in front of her. “You really should be more careful, Drizzle.”
Silver gulped down the water, but unsatisfied with the results, she grabbed her glass of wine and started guzzling.
“Woah. Slow down, Silver,” Constance said as she pulled the now empty glass away from Silver’s lips.
“What? It doesn’t burn anymore.” Silver giggled. Her eyes had a glassy look about them.
“I’d be surprised if you could feel anything at this point. You just downed an especially potent glass of wine.” Constance’s tone was scolding, like that of a mother to her foal. She realized quickly that she was being too harsh and checked herself. “Well, I suppose the important thing is that you’re tongue isn’t seriously burned. Promise me you’ll be more careful, sweetheart.”
Silver merely nodded. She was feeling slightly dizzy from the wine, although it wasn’t at all unpleasant. “Would it be too much to ask for another glass?”
Constance summoned the perpetually inopportune waitress once more. “Could you please refill her glass? Better yet, bring us the bottle, if you don’t mind.”
The waitress returned with the bottle and a bucket of ice, placing it on the edge of the table. Constance levitated the bottle and filled Silver’s glass once more. The incident behind them, they continued on with their meal.
By the time dessert came, they were nearing the bottom of the bottle. Both ponies were quite tipsy and thoroughly enjoying themselves. “...and then he got mad and kicked the cloud he was standing on, shocking himself in the process!” Silver was laughing hysterically as she told her story. She had Constance in stitches as well. This was the most fun the pair had experienced together in some time.
“Well, it looks like you two are having a good time,” the waitress said politely as she placed the soufflé on the table in front of them, along with their bill.
“Thank you very much,” Constance said jovially, levitating the check to her face as the two enjoyed their dessert.
“So what’s the damage?” Silver was worried about the cost, knowing Constance’s cash flow was just as limited as her own.
“Nothing to worry your pretty little head over,” Constance said with a grin. She placed the appropriate amount, plus a generous tip, on the table and finished the last few bites of the soufflé. “Ready to head home?”
“I guess it is getting late, but I don’t want this night to end.”
“Who said it ends when we get home?” Constance gave Silver a playful wink.
Silver’s ears perked up and she nearly fell out of her seat. “Yes... Let’s go home now,” she said as nonchalantly as she could. She stood up from her seat and followed Constance to the door.
* * *
As soon as the door of their modest apartment closed behind them, they could no longer control themselves. Silver tackled her lover onto the couch and began kissing her passionately. Her tongue searchingly probed the furthest reaches of Constance’s mouth.
Constance’s hooves moved down Silver’s body, exploring every inch of her frame. She pressed her body into Silver’s, and, for a moment, they became one. No space between them. No barriers or walls. They were simply one being comprised of pure passion and lust.
Silver shuddered, responding to Constance's every touch and caress. She ran her hooves through the unicorn's ice blue mane and pulled her tighter into the kiss.
"I love you," Constance said in a breathless voice, breaking the kiss, "and you're going to love this." She smiled deviously at Silver as she removed her scarf with her magic. She pinned Silver down and stretched out her wings with a glowing aura. The scarf wrapped itself around her hooves, pulling them behind her and tying them to her wings. She was thoroughly restrained.
"What are you doing?" Silver was slightly frightened at this new experience of immobility.
"Shut up and take it like a mare." Constance pressed her lips back onto Silver's and moved her hoof continually lower down her body. She forced her tongue into the restrained pegasus' mouth as she pressed her hoof against something else entirely, eliciting a slight moan from Silver.
Silver thrust her body upwards into the probing hoof, arching her back and lightly nibbling on her lover’s tongue. She wrapped her hind legs around the unicorn’s hoof and pulled it in tighter, begging for relief.
Constance sensed the urgency in Silver’s actions and decided to have a little fun. She pulled her hoof away from its pleasure providing position. “Not so fast. There’s no rush, dear,” she said with a seductive smile.
“What? No! Why’d you stop?” Silver, leaning her head back dramatically, let out a disappointed sigh.
“Oh, the fun is only beginning, Drizzle.” Constance disappeared from Silver’s view, moving towards the closet where more of her preparations for the night lay waiting. She looked inside to find one solitary tree branch. It was small, about the size of a whipping switch, and covered in leaves.
“What are you doing back there?” Silver was unable to see Constance from her restrained position.
Constance felt it better to show rather than tell, so she lifted the branch with her magic and walked back to the couch where Silver lay. Silver’s eyes widened. “I’ve been reading up on pegasus psychology, and one study mentioned something about pegasi being sexually aroused by trees,” Constance said, lightly dragging the tip of the branch across Silver’s chest. “Is that true?”
Silver gave Constance all the confirmation she needed. The pegasus released a long, passionate moan, shuddering as the leaves tickled her skin. She felt a rising sensitivity between her legs, and the look in her eyes desperately begged for release.
“Oh really?” Constance smirked as she slid the tip slowly up Silver’s body to her neck. Caressing it across her chin, she held the leaves just below her nose. “If the mere sight of it brought out such a reaction, let’s see what the fragrance will do.”
Silver inhaled deeply, filling her nostrils with the robust, earthy scent given off by the thick leaves and the rough bark. It drove her wild. Between her hind legs formed a growing wetness. Soon, the scent of the branch was replaced by the aroma of her own excitement.
“Now that’s what I call a reaction,” Constance chuckled. She was both amused and aroused by Silver’s demeanor. She pulled the branch from Silver’s nose and sensually moved it back down her belly to her loins, brushing it lightly across her slick, dripping wet slit.
Silver wiggled, fighting to get out of her restraints. The pegasus desperately wanted the teasing to end and the real pleasure to begin, but the scarf held tight. She whimpered as the leaves tickled at her most sensitive area.
“Don’t worry, sweetheart. You’ll have your fun after I have mine.” Constance positioned the base of the branch against Silver’s sex and, with the slightest pressure applied, slid it all the way down and back up.
Silver nearly fell off the couch as she convulsed with pleasure. She wasn’t accustomed to this much attention to her needs. Sure, Constance gave her what she needed most of the time, but she rarely gave much more than that. Silver would have brought up the tree fetish ages ago if she had known that this was the treatment she would have received, but she thought it was far too strange of a kink to bring up in conversation.
Watching Silver have so much fun left Constance with certain needs as well. She sensed her own moisture between her legs. The time for teasing was over; both mares needed some sort of payoff. She pulled the branch away, setting it to the side. She moved her magical aura around the confining scarf and pulled loose the tight knot, releasing Silver’s forelegs and wings.
Unrestrained and overly aroused, Silver leapt from her place on the couch and tackled Constance to the ground. She straddled her, leaning forward into a passionate kiss and grinding her crotch against Constance’s lower belly.
Being the submissive one for once, Constance felt out of place. She wrapped her hooves around Silver and rolled them into the proper position. Satisfied with being on top, she expertly intertwined their legs, being careful not to break the kiss. Their two slippery organs met, and Constance began to slide back and forth, delivering the kind of pleasure both mares had been waiting for.
Silver moaned loudly and graciously into the unicorn’s mouth. This was it, the spark she had been missing for so long. Although sex is by no means the foundation of a relationship, it is still a very important element. Silver felt closer to Constance than she had in months, maybe even closer than ever. She ran her hooves up Constance’s back and intertwined them in her ice blue mane, pulling her tighter into the kiss.
Constance moved a hoof down Silver’s side, placing it under her flank. She pulled up for leverage, quickening the pace of her grinding. There was a growing pressure at the base of her spine. Her building anticipation was killing her, and her body was begging for release.
Silver felt the same building orgasm. She began thrusting her body upward into Constance. Her moans grew louder, and were matched by her lover’s. The growing intensity soon became too much for her to take.
Overcome with so much pleasure, Constance broke the kiss and flipped over backwards, grinding furiously into Silver. The growing pressure turned into heat, bursting into an inferno of sensations.
The moaning increased in volume as the pleasure also increased. At this point, the entire apartment building could probably hear them. Maybe even all of Manehattan. They were much too involved to care. The two were so close to reaching climax they couldn’t see straight. Their only focus was on their building orgasms. Their shallow, panting breaths were often interrupted by a squeak here or a yelp there.
Neither mare could take it any longer. With loud moans from both ponies, and some rather furious grinding, a large puddle began to form between them. A feeling of euphoria washed over them, and they both laid back in a state somewhere between consciousness and coma.
Constance slowly regained some semblance of control over her body and crawled over to Silver. She wrapped her hooves around her adorable silver coated lover and levitated a blanket off the couch to wrap around them.
Silver simply mumbled, “I love you, Con Con” and drifted off to sleep.
“I love you, too, Drizzle,” Constance said softly before joining her marefriend in unconsciousness.
