A Rosing Cream

"Y'know that phrase? 'Those who can, do, and those who can't, teach?' It's ... felt like that's been my ... fate or something ... it's not the amount of rejections I've had, but ... how those rejections came at different times ... every last time. I know ... this is ... totally different, but ... yeah ... it's nerves ... it's the biggest swell of nerves I've ever had in my whole dang life. When you write yourself off, you start to feel freer to just do whatever, but ... when ... suddenly the sorts of things you've dreamed about actually come up, your head's been out of it, out of thinking that it's actually possible ... Bonny, I'm just ... r-really freakin' nervous ... like ... like ... like if ol’ Sizzling Sunbutt herself came over to ask me about the parallels in 'The Shivering Secrets of Queen Solara ~'”

Bon Bon quietly takes a deep breath in at that, and—knowing this is going to feel weird—scoots herself off the pillow, her movements a little wobbly as she turns around one-eighty, only to put the pillow aside and plop down next to Roseluck where they can look at each other. Even the Sizzling Sunbutt remark, normally a sure-fire way to get her to snort, doesn't poke through the serious look on her face this time.

"Then, Rosie, we're gonna take a deep breath and keep it simple. I don't want you to feel scared or nervous with me. Not now, not ever, especially not about sex." She blushes a touch deeper, glancing down to the sheets. "I ... want you so bad, Rose, I don't even have words for what ... what you do to me ... but it's important to me that your first time—heh, ours—isn't anxious."

"... Ours ..." The one word is said as if she is trying the word, sampling it, considering such a basic meaning. As the timing comes for her next breath, she takes control of it, letting it be slow and as deep as possible, and after holding it for just seconds -- her eyes closed -- she lets it go as unhurried and gentle as she took it. She scoots that her and the other blushing mare are nearly nose-to-nose. "... Ours ... I ... really understand ya, Bonny ..." She reaches out, she on her side, and just strokes Bon Bon's shoulder and side, that little sideways kink of a smile coming back. " ... Everything's okay ... really okay, even ... heh. ... Our first time both, huh ... that switches up the lenses for the better, honestly ..."

Bon Bon shifts on the blanket and settles again, having tried—and failed—to get to a comfortable lie. But ... that little poke of her nose, the touch on her shoulder, gentle as anything ... it made her neck relax a little, her head dipping to rest in front of Rose's. Her cheeks were already red, but ... for the first time, it looked a tiny bit sheepish on her.

"What do you mean? Does that ... change things for ya, sugar? Cause ..." She leans forward, poking Rose's nose with hers, a little playfully. "Doesn't for me. I want you like burning, but I want you to be relaxed even more. If it happens, oughta be a happy thing to happen."

"... Dang right it oughta ...!" She gives Bon Bon's nose a little kiss. "Things ... really are different. Feels like we're going to be trusting each other with an experience that'll be ... well ... pretty new for us. Means that we're looking out for each other and making sure it's fun and ... good for us. And y'know ... it will be. Sorry ... for ... kinda getting lost there ..." Bon Bon smiles again, the serious look finally breaking, melting off her face like wax before a candle. The kiss makes her wiggle her nose a bit.

"Hey, I can't blame you, Rosie. This morning's been like a roller coaster that's all rise, y'know? ... And, yeah, that's the ideal. But ..." She nuzzles their noses again, making a couple shakes that seem like held-in laughs. "... Got a confession here. I do have one advantage on ya ..."

"Only one? That means more than the sexiest voice in Ponyville, a cute little booty that turns me into a mute with a balance problem ..."

“Not that kind … cause, cute as my boot is, your buns're so warm they bake the oven. But, no ... see ... I've read your books quite close, sugar. So I may already have a guess or two about what gets you ... wigglin'." At that, Roseluck actually snickers and starts giggling on her back!

"Or three or five or fifty! I'm in some real trouble here ... you practically have a multi-volume instruction manual to me!"

"Ha! I knew it!" Bon Bon’s tail does a slow swish, and she turns up to her fours, grinning. "So, be honest. That novella with Lady Luck and her 'friend' ..." Roseluck continues to giggle, pawing at the air above her.

"Sugar Sweet? ... Okay! I admit it! That started from a cabernet-fantasy in the bathtub about you! I went for the names as a little nod to the fantasy, but I'm not sure if I could ever do what Lady Luck was all about ...!"

Bon Bon props her chin on her hooves, just grinning and watching her. Luna's beard, if she wasn't the most adorable pony to ever grace the earth.

"Knew it! heheh. Since I got one of your secrets, you want one of mine?" Roseluck stops her wiggling and rolls a full rotation so she's looking up at Bon Bon from her back, flipping her fluffy red tail up between her legs and hugging it with her forelegs.

"Only if you tell me in a ... creative way ...!"

"Creative, eh?" Bon Bon grins, wiggling over on her tummy and letting her back legs stretch out comfortably. "I'm no writer, though. I'll do my best, but think you can help me out on the details?"

"Heh ... okay, I'll come clean, I'm just hoping you'll whisper it in my ear ..." She says while smiling, wobbling side-to-side on her back.

"Oh, I will. But..." She leans down and pecks Roseluck's forehead, her tone lowering sultrily. "I want you to ... How should I put it? Fill in a few of the blanks? Feel out the nooks and crannies ...?"

Roseluck shivers and squeezes her tail with a squeak, but still smiling, albeit with warming cheeks.

"N-Not a problem! I'm at your service, Sweet ..."

"Ooh, getting into character, are we?" Bon Bon snickers a little, leaning down and lowering her voice further, to a half-whisper. "Alright. When I read that story the first time ... well, I had a little inkling in the first few pages. Like this might be one I save for the right ... atmosphere. So I decided I'd put it down until work was done. And I worked hard that day, you know, had a new couple appliances come in and an order of flour ... lots of carrying and lifting and fixing, made my back so sore and tight. So ... heh, it's funny you mentioned how you got the idea. I drew a bath after it got dark. At that, Roseluck’s tail tries to wiggle from her grasp a little, and a hind leg stretches out for a moment.

"Y-Yeah?" A hoof starts lazily stroking Rose's mane.

"I made it really nice for myself. I got out some bath oils I got for my birthday, I opened the window for some fresh, chilly air ... I drew it just a little too hot, so it shocked me at first, and then I relaxed so much once I got settled. Then ..." Her voice drops another level, eyelids a hair lower, her lips so close to Rose's ear she can nearly feel the shape of them. "I got out that story of yours. And, Rose ... the more pages I turned ... the more I read inside your little fantasies ... I started picturing you in there. And I could've set that water boiling." Rose’s back arches and eyes close as she gives a squirm ...

"I ... know what part of the ... the story you were on ..."

"Oh? Why don't you tell me ..." She kisses her cheek, brushing her mane up, then back down again. "I wanna hear your guess what words first made me really start feeling that water."

The squirmy mare turns her head and nuzzles the hoof.

“If … I remember … ‘The light went up in Sweet’s eyelids, and she opened them to see the shower curtain drawn, looking into Luck’s grassy greens gone gleaming emerald and entranced, the noble’s shoulders bearing heavy, her gown from the gala gone, yet those sheer sable silken stockings still remained. Pounds of anxiously brushed and braided mane unfurled as she stepped over the wall of the pale ceramic, the steam of the water slipping around her nethers, a negligee of naked heat …’ About there?”

"Mmhm. You've thought about that one a lot, eh?" She smirks a little, the hoof at her mane coming around to brush some of the fur down on Rose's neck, just where throat met collar. "So did I. And ... every word I read—heck, every word I felt ... I touched my belly, at first. Told myself it was just an itch... but then, 'sheer sable silk', and I touched a little lower ... and then lower ..." In the still air of that pause, Roseluck pushes a hind hoof into the covers, her thighs rubbing together, squeezing her tail.

"And ... a-and ... '... then Luck slid into the hot water like a slow motion of a swan entering her pond, craning her neck closer and closer to Sweet, who still couldn't come up with a single word or thought as the noble's body covered hers, water spilling from the top of the tub, splattering on the tile. In this livelong moment, the first thought of it all was the acknowledgement that as Luck breathed into her ear ... h-her breath chilled the steam ...'" Bon Bon’s tail swishes over the bedsheets again, she laughing softly through her nose.

"Jeez! You keep quoting this, I'm gonna have to take a bath tonight, sugar. 'Her breath chilled the steam' ... and then that next line ... " She leans in closer, whispering warm into Roseluck's ear. "That's when my breath got low, and ... I felt something soft ... warmer than the water ... and I felt just a little guilty, but I kept feeling, and kept reading ..."

At a gasp, Roseluck pulls her own tail tight, twisting her hips as no-doubt, her tail is tight against the very place it's seeming to protect, and something of an urgent sigh sails from the slightest parting in her lips.

"... ‘The noble Lady's lips tasted of the stain of ... of wine ... and her body pressed into it, the friction warmth of her coat and the all-encompassing heat of the water both becoming like one caress for the confectioner's surrender, though she'd hardly wanted to ... m-make it stop ... s-so much ... much that ... when the hot s-soft of a hoof reached her, gave the slightest squeeze on Sweet's swollen little strawberry, the ... trapped mare squeezed ... s-seized on it. They ... w-were both trapped ... the ... the sh-shower tile echoed v-voices with ... without the ... slightest note of denial ...'"

Bon Bon smiles wide and crosses her hind legs, wiggling a little, but keeping still quite close. The hoof at Rose's collar pets down, stroking her chest as she speaks, feeling the vibrations of every word ... and Bon shifts again.

"...A-and I only felt more. I thought of you... your lips on mine in that warm, steaming bath... your touch between my legs ... feeling me the way I felt myself ... I kept so quiet, the window was open ... but I let myself let out one little, passionate sound ..." She breathes out, slow, and her voice drops. "...'Roseluck'..."

" ... B-Bonny ..." She lets her tail go, the fluffy length of it yielding to Bon Bon's hoof, and again, Roseluck paws with a shaky foreleg, caressing Bon Bon's neck, looking up to her with eyes of dreamy wanderlust.

"...Mhm?" She leans her head back enough to get a good look at Rose, her face a full flush, but a calm and smiling one, tipping her head a little towards Rose's touch. "Got... somethin' on your mind, cutie?"

"... M-Mmm ... mmm ..." Her tail still over her, the tip resting on her belly button, she arches her back again, and her hind legs open a little. "Bonny ..." she whispers, with an oh-so-trembling, smiling lip ... "Can ... y-you ... show me ... wh-what that ... f-felt like?"

Bon Bon glances down the length of Roseluck's form, then back over it again, taking her time to drink in every detail ... lingering on her tail, and what the strawberry strands may cover ... and her hind legs squeeze together, slow, she biting the inside of her lip before her eyes settle back on Rose's. ... She leans down and kisses her, sweet and warm, the hoof on her chest petting down her fluff. And then she draws back with a sultry grin.

"I'll do my best, Rosie. Just remember, I felt only so relaxed ..." Her hoof traces lower on the mare, drawing slow circles down to her belly. "... Because a part of me knew. Sometime ... you, out there ... you thought of me and did the same. Didn't you?"

"I-I ..." She softly, slowly pants already, her tail yielding a little more, the tension of the bend overpowering the lessening weight of the tip of the tail, and it flops away onto the bed, and then … the only thing obstructing is the insubstantial, the return of that sweet, heady bouquet scent renewed. "I ... c-couldn't get ... comfy in the b-bath ... I rolled out, soaked on the b-bathroom floor. I ... I ... I was n-nervous to say your n-name even as I ... if I s-said it, w-would you know ... w-would it jinx a-any hope ..."

"Mm... the name doesn't matter. What matters is you ... writhin’ on the floor, thinking of me doing all the things I'm going to do to you ..." She made a slow wiggling motion down, kissing the dip of Roseluck's throat, her chest, her hoof petting down her lower abdomen, then tracing down to her leg again. She feels the other side of where Rose's cutie mark should be ... "... And all you ever had to do, was kiss me and ask for it."

Roseluck’s hind legs yield and tense wide enough that Bon Bon feels a bridging, deep muscle go taut beneath the warm, creamy coat, two little points hidden in the softest tufts of fur below her belly firming. As if Bon Bon's statement was a command, her head rises from the bed a little, but she can't lift it, her mane splayed and tousled as her back arches, forcing rose and softest pink highlights into the comforter. If there's a reply in her, seems to be lost, but her eyes still rest on Bon Bon's, her lips still faintly parted. Bon Bon eases off at the tense, and presses in again at the relax; wherever Roseluck firms her muscles, Bon Bon finds where she's released them and goes there, following the waves of her body... but not to their conclusion. Not yet. She presses down a little on the mare's lower abdomen, though, just above that place, and she scoots around to lie more parallel, her own legs held closely together. She meets Rose's eyes again and leans in, smiling warm, steadily increasing her pressure downward...

The mare at Bon Bon’s touch doesn't take her eyes away, as just at Bon Bon's closeness ... the glint of those soft hoops of blue ... her back starts to calm but her breathing is so slow and heavy ... but she smiles and closes the distance between their lips once more, her eyes not completely shutting. Her hip squirms softly, trying to get a caress from the soft of Bon Bon's hoof once more ... and to that, Bon Bon breathes in sharp through her nose at the kiss, for a second tensed as a little sensation in her belly turns over ... and then she relaxes again, leaning into it, into Roseluck. Her other foreleg tucks in around Rose's shoulders, and she shimmies a little closer, just as her hoof begins to dip down ... and caress the inside of her other thigh, but in so reaching, she occasionally brushes something far warmer.

Roseluck’s lips vibrate to the sudden volume of a short moan, and still with the zap of even that slightest brush still reverberating throughout her, she wraps her forelegs high around the other mare's neck and pulls her into the kiss deeply. A short shock of sound comes out of Bon Bon—but she follows wholeheartedly, the foreleg at Rose's back pulls her in tight, and she turns herself a little bit over the mare, propping up with her hip and leaning her weight down. Her lips part, readily slipping her tongue through to further bring them together as her own hind legs squirm against each other, tight and needful ... but it doesn't slow the ministrations on Roseluck as they finally come back again, drawing close ... and she takes in a breath to steady herself, relax her grip just as she brushes over that most tender of places, bringing slow, full contact …

The hold on Bon Bon immediately jerks into a squeeze, a squeak pushing from her throat as far down as her lower back that's immediately followed by voice sailing between them. Bon Bon simply follows the motion, breaking the kiss briefly to catch her breath and let Roseluck get a bit too—slowly, but steadily moving her pressure around, feeling out that tender shape. She watches Rose's face for response, her own beet-read and a little goofy with desire. The response from the blush-maned mare is powerful, an almost regular little twitch at her left leg, the continuing squirming of her hips, and the fluffing of her chest as takes in heavy breaths. At the soft exploration, every other breath ends in a soft note, the eyes belonging to them wandering, not from any lack of focus on Bon Bon, but her ability to focus at all under softest siege and every little vocal, every heated breath just spurs Bon Bon onward, sets her heart rate up another beat. Her own hind legs tremble, but nothing being there but the half-cover of her tail, she can only squeeze, and take what small outlet that provides; her hooves are occupied. She leans in again and kisses the hollow of Rose's throat, touch following the twists of her hips and rubbing down on her harder, sliding up to find where she might be able to brush that secret pearl ... With urgent force from Roseluck’s chest, she pants for a few breaths and lets out a louder, longer moan, her head tilting back and pressing into the covers.

"... Bonny ..." The end of the moan becomes the word, and the ones to follow are expressed in gliding notes. "Oh ... B-Bonny ... " The word means so little its recipient, but the way she says it—the way her moans sound so thick, how they quaver every time she pushes down, the vibrato against her lips ... it shoots straight to Bon Bon's core and spreads out through her like a series of electric jolts through a system of circuits. She lifts up again, a little more upright, and stops her strokes—she just holds the pressure on her, making only tiny circles, one way, then another.

"L-like this, Rosie ..." ... They quicken a little, slick sounds as Rose's arousal tastes occasional licks of the air. "Just like this ..." Roseluck turns her head aside, then slowly to the other, her left foreleg stretching down at nothing for a moment. There is certainly a world of difference in this, a world gently colliding with her own.

"J-Just like ... l-like that ..."

"Mm..." Her head sinks low, pressing a kiss into Rose's chest. ... Then she chuckles, her ministrations slowing again to a gentle, lazy rhythm. "... And ... heh ... then I dropped the book in the bath."

"W-Who ... who ... who blame you ..." She rests her eyes on Bon Bon, her slow pants only at a precipice of calm.

"Hmm ..." Her head reaches up again to kiss Rose's lips, a brief, tender reminder. "You're just saying that cause you know I bought another copy ..."

The panting, but calming mare cranes her head and softly takes another kiss, and nuzzles behind Bon Bon's cheek before relaxing her neck back down on the bed.

"What ... h-happened after ... after you dropped the b-book ... ?"

"Well... I was bummed that I ruined the book, for a minute." She nuzzled the exposed neck, scooting up to snuggle Roseluck fully by the side, her movement growing slower and more intimate. "But I didn't... need it anymore, with you in my head. ... So I just enjoyed myself for a while ... nice and slow, like this..."

Roseluck doesn't hug back on, not wanting to obstruct Bon Bon's reach, but she does nuzzle over the mare's neck and cheek, kissing firmly and giving a heavy breath with every little shudder.

"Mhnn ... nnnhh ... g-gentle ... a-always ... gentle ..."

"Mmn ..." She gives a little quake, but starts to calm more ... closing her eyes and letting herself lie as gravity and Bon Bon would have her … and Bon Bon finds, despite herself, that the urgency in her body calms as Rose does ... still present, still needful, but she starts to soak in the feeling rather than being galvanized by it, settling and expanding to fill a more patient depth of lust. She kisses Rose again and carefully moves closer, one hind leg settling over hers, to feel as much of the soft mare at her side as possible.

"Bonny ... ?"

"Yeah...?"

"Let's ... take a rest ... I ... th-think I want to just ... feel this ... this warmth with you ... close. I ... w-would really like you to ... just be close ..." Bon Bon slows to a stop, but doesn't take her hoof off.

"... Y-you sure? I thought ..."
"Don't ... want you to strain your foreleg ... and w-who ... said we were ... c-calling it a morning ... ?" She smiles at that.

"... Heh." She relents, softly taking the hoof away and wrapping it around Roseluck. "Fair enough …! ... I knead dough a lot harder than that for longer, though, sugar ... don't worry about me.” Roseluck pulls them into one, turning on her side.

"I know ... b-but ... you ... sh-shared ... think ... we can ... we can change things up ..." She opens her outside leg and gently slips it between Bon Bon's a little. "We can both share at once ..." Bon Bon takes in a slightly shaky breath, tense for a moment, then slowly breathes back out, trying mindfully to relax. Her eyes seek out Roseluck's, and she smiles a little, drawing her closer until they're nearly chest-to-chest in each other's warm hold.

"I ... think I can roll with that, Rosie ... but, could you, um ... d-do one thing?"

"Mmm hmmm … ?"

"Move your tail up ... a little ..."

"S-Sure ..." She raises her tail up and back on the covers a little. "Is this good, or ..."

"Mmhm ..." She swings her own tail forward and over Roseluck's, pulls it back, and after a few tugs, they're gently entwined. She smiles warm. "There ... much better …!" Roseluck looks down at their tails, fluff and curl intertwined, and starts to give little kisses on Bon Bon's cheek

"You're … freakin' adorable … you know that?" Bon Bon giggles, squirming in the embrace!

"P-pot calling kettle!" Roseluck nuzzles up Bon Bon's cheek ... and lifting her leg a little, just above the knees, starts to nuzzle the lower rim of Bon Bon's ear ...

"Mmm hmm … ?”

Bon Bon’s giggle turns into a little gasp, her ear twitching pleasantly.

"Mmhmm ... you sweet, fuzzy ..." Her muzzle nestles into Rose's mane, places a tender kiss on her temple. " ...Cutie little Rosebud ..."

“I ... kinda ... want to change my name now to that ... but ... right now ... feeling pretty lucky ..." She brings her leg back from behind Bon Bon's, drawing Bon Bon's leg between her own, then returning her own leg as it was, rises it up a little more, pushing just a little with her hip. "Bonny ..." She sighs, smiling. "I ... can't wait for everything that's coming ... I ... c-can't wait to hear the first rumors about us ... can't wait to see how well I get along with your bestie ... can't ... wait to share so many things ... this ... this is practically a little deal ... right now ... compared to how much I can't wait to give your sleeping face the softest little kiss I got ..."

Bon Bon rocks back a little at the hips, shivering a little in warm anticipation. But her eyes never leave Rose, and her hold on the mare shifts, hugging her chest-to-chest. " ... We got time for all that, sugar ... the rumors, the f-friends ... but ... heh." She chuckles a little, burying her face in Rose's neck. "S-speak for yourself …! I ... can't wait for all those things, either, sweetie, I know you'll m-make my whole life brighter, but ... this is no li'l deal to me, ya know ..."

"Heh ... sorry, didn't mean to ... make it sound small ... This ... this is just beyond words right ... right now ... still a little nervous ... j-just a little, though, I promise."

"S'okay, me too." She smiles, trailing a few more kisses up Rose's neck, tilting up to her jaw. "But ... nice nervous ... in-it-together nervous, right?"

“We’re in this together … I’ve never felt more safe and sure of that phrase … you … and me …”