Author's Note
I know I said that I wasn’t going to do anymore response fics, but some really didn't seem to like the fifteen year time skip and wanted to know about weddings and pregnancies and such. Personally, I wasn’t interested in writing about any of that, so here’s some short flashback scenes to compromise.
Also, I used the “Second Person” label once again. There were strong feelings against me using that name the last time I tried it, but I’ve become more aware of the fact that I do have female readers ( I’m still amazed that I have readers of any gender at all ) who probably wouldn’t want to insert themselves as a male in another clopfic. Hopefully, Ron Jeremy Pony’s stories helped make the actual character a little more popular since last time.
In regard to the flashbacks, when Sour Sweet’s dialogue is presented in italics she’s sweet, in bold she’s sour, and in plain type she’s normal.
Some (Sour) Sweet Relief
Bitter Honey sat on top of her father’s lap as he scrolled through an old social media site which was pretty much forgotten all about by the current generation. They had just finished the dinner Second Person had cooked for them. Sour Sweet would be home soon. Second had a plate waiting for her in the microwave as usual.
With their bellies full, Second wanted to spend some quality time with his little girl by showing her some pictures of what her parents and their friends were like when they were younger. Bitter burst out giggling when she saw one where the faces of her Aunties Indigo and Lemon were covered with mashed potatoes.
“Yeah, those two loved their mashed potato eating contests,” Second chuckled along with her.
He scrolled down to find the graduation photos.
Bitter gasped and pointed at a group shot. “Wow, there’s rainbows and lasers behind you!”
Second nodded. “Yep, they’re coming from Canterlot High.”
He smiled as the memories of that day came flooding back…
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“Hey, Sour, look!” Second called as he began to take his fingers and suggestively brush them up and down the collection of threads hanging from his cap.
“Oh, stop JACKING OFF your tassel!” Sour Sweet scolded.
“You are likely the only person to ever say that sentence, Sour,” Sugarcoat commented, not taking her eyes off her note cards.
“Looking over your Valedictorian speech, dearie?” Sunny Flare asked.
Sugarcoat rolled her eyes. “What’s left of it. ‘Censoring Cinch’ made me take entire paragraphs out. All that I was wanting to convey was the possibility that the current dreams of many of our class won’t come to pass and some could end up as penniless failures.”
“Gee, I wonder why anybody wouldn’t want to hear that at graduation?” Indigo Zap teased.
All of a sudden, flashing lights and loud booms in the sky caught everyone’s attention.
“Duuude!” Lemon Zest excitedly cried. “That looks like it’s coming from Canterlot High!”
“Huh, some power-crazed lunatic must be disrupting their graduation ceremony,” Second reasoned.
“Duh, they can never do anything special without a magical threat springing up,” Indigo chuckled. She then shot a sly grin over to Sour. “Good for me, because I just won twenty bucks, eh, Sour?”
Sour smacked her forehead. “Dag nab it! I thought the horse girls would surely get through graduation at least without having to go all superhero on somebody.”
Sunny quickly got her phone out. “Oooh, let’s all take a picture before they get done saving the day!”
Sunny handed the phone over to her mother. Everyone hurriedly gathered to line up in the perfect position where the lights could be seen right behind them. Second wrapped his arm around Sour’s shoulder as everyone smiled ( or in Indigo’s case, smiled and put up bunny ears behind Sugarcoat’s head ). Mrs. Flare snapped the photo.
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Second laughed. “You know, I envy those Wondercolts. They got to have a big adventure to remember their graduation by, and all we got was a boring, ego-stroking speech by Cinch proclaiming that all our future success would be all because of her.”
Bitter giggled.
Suddenly, the front door opened and then slammed. There was Sour. Her face was red, her breathing heavy, and her teeth clenched so tight it could probably snap steel in half if she tried. In a word, she was pissed.
Second frowned. “Uhhh, Bitter? Why don’t you go off to your room and turn up the TV?”
“Is mama going to say bad words?”
“Mama’s going to say bad words,” Second confirmed, nodding.
Obediently, Bitter slid off her father’s lap and went straight to her room. Second got up and went over to his wife.
“What’s wrong?”
“Anti-vaxxer,” Sour seethed. “Fucking. Anti. Vaxxer.”
Second cringed. “Oh, boy.”
Sour proceeded with a stomp-filled pace back and forth across the living room. “I can’t believe it! I just can’t believe it! Of all the dumbass, science-denying, irresponsible things you could do to your own children! This mother brought in her son for a check-up, only so she could have the opportunity to pick a fight with and accuse ME of being a horrible person for giving out vaccines! I KNOW that’s the only reason she came in! But can I BITCH SLAP some sense to people? NOOOO!!!! I have to be a damn PROFESSIONAL and take it!”
“Sour, I know you care about the children, but there’s only so much you can do.”
“Why, of course! Why would anyone want to listen to me? After all, I’m only a fully-qualified doctor who had to take eleven years of education to even get where I am! So, naturally, I’m the IGNORANT one, right?!”
Second hated to see Sour like this. It wasn’t good for her either. Stress could always trigger a relapse with her schizophrenia. Naturally, she wouldn’t want Bitter to see her mother the way she used to be.
Therefore, he felt that it was time to take some husbandly action.
“You need to relax, Sour Sweetheart,” Second said smoothly as he came up from behind. He snaked his hands around her and cupped her breasts. He then began to plant kisses along her neck. He was expecting to hear some moans, but they never came.
“You really are full of yourself, aren’t you?” Sour abruptly spoke in a sharp-sounding tone. “You think you can just get rid of my frustrations with one wave of your magic dick?”
Second immediately took his hands and lips away from her. “Oh, I’m sorry, Sour. I was just – ”
Sour’s head turned to the side, revealing a grin to him. “I’m kidding, idiot. Continue.”
Chuckling, Second returned his hands to her chest and began massaging. From Sour’s lips, escaped small moans. There they were. Second instantly hardened. Whenever he heard Sour begin to react to his actions, he naturally craved to hear more.
He thanked God that Sour chose to wear a skirt today. His left hand slid down to raise up the hem so he could see her panties. Ooh, she chose the baby blue ones today. His right hand them snaked down and, ever so delicately, gave the length of her mound a stroke. His left hand shot back up just in time to stifle a pleasured scream from Sour’s mouth.
His dutiful caressing continued until a satisfactory wet spot was felt. He then removed his hands from both mouth and crotch.
“Me, you, bedroom,” Sour breathed. “Now.”
Second and Sour’s lips smashed together. With mouths and legs working as one, the two moved swiftly down the hall and into their bedroom.
As his wife ripped his clothes off, Second reflected how blessed he was. The fact that he had fifteen years of marriage and a child whose happiness was his daily goal to ensure still gave him pause every time it came to mind. It truly made him believe in fate. If there was anything that he was grateful to have attended Crystal Prep Academy for, it was that his life changed forever on the very first day…
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Second anxiously walked down the hallway of Crystal Prep. The very first thought he had as he glanced around was, “So much purple”. What word would the fashion police use to describe the uniforms? Severe?
He still couldn’t believe that his parents were making him attend this place. Why couldn’t he just attend a public school like Canterlot High instead of a private academy? He sighed as he of course knew the answer. He had to be just like his older brother, First.
He looked around at his new classmates. None seemed very open or friendly. It’s not like he would even gather the courage to speak to any of them, anyway. No, he was sure that he would be forever alone. Never would he ever experience some life-changing encounter with any –
Second suddenly and accidently bumped into someone.
“WATCH IT, BUB!!!” the girl roared right into his face.
Second quickly stepped back, desperately trying to utter an, “I’m sorry”, but nothing was coming out. Damn social awkwardness.
Just then, he got a good look at the girl. Those violet eyes. That cranberry hair. Her angry scowl. The sight of her guaranteed that he wouldn’t be able to get a word out. She took his breath away… cheesy, but accurate.
A blush graced the girl’s face as her finger went up to her chin. “Why would a gentlemen be staring at little ‘ol me in such a way?” Her entire demeanor instantly turned on a dime into pure hostility. “Who’re you working for?! The government? KGB? You got Putin on speed dial, buster?”
Second was taken aback. Why was she acting like this?
“Come on, Sour Sweet,” the purple-haired girl beside her said snootily. “We can’t waste our time with losers like him.”
“You are so right as ever, Sunny Flare,” Sour gushed. She instantly raised her hand up to her forehead and shot Second the ‘L’ sign. “Get bent, loser!”
Second’s heart skipped a beat. He felt his face heat up. The way she insulted him. It made him feel good all over for some strange reason.
Even then, right at that very moment, he knew that this would be a day he would never forget. The day he met a girl named Sour Sweet. A little less memorable, that this was also the day he discovered he got turned on by verbal abuse.
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Second felt a slight bit of disappointment. Just as the last, pesky shred of clothing was removed from her body, Sour sauntered over to the dresser to retrieve a new item to put on. She opened the top drawer and pulled it out. A roll of duct tape.
It was an old tip passed down to Sour by her mother, who had it passed down to her by her own mother and so on. Someday, it would surely need to be passed down to Bitter. Women in her family were just extremely sensitive. If you didn’t want your parents to know that you had your boyfriend over or didn’t want to scar your small child for life, you had to muffle to your intense screams of lust with some adhesive.
“Would you like to do the honors?” Sour purred, offering the roll.
Smirking, Second took it. He peeled loose a strip that was just the right length and ripped it off. A blush crossed Sour’s face as her husband placed the tape firmly over her waiting lips. The next thing Second knew was the gentle touch of fingers at his member. He reached down and took Sour’s hand. He brought up and kissed the back of it, still putting on his best "smooth gentleman" act.
He winked. “No, no. Tonight’s all about you, milady.”
Sour lifted an eyebrow, giving him an amused, “Really, dork?” look. She then shrugged. In an instant, she tossed herself onto the bed. On hands and knees, she raised her ample bottom high and wiggled it at him.
Still keeping in mind the need to keep the sound of their fun down, Second softly struck his right hand across her right cheek. The smack wasn’t loud, but still seemed to please, as evidenced by the muffled “Mmm” she let out. His right hand lovingly caressed her right cheek at the same time as his other hand struck the other cheek. Another “Mmm”.
Second smirked as an idea came to mind. He rapid fired light slaps to both cheeks. He glanced ahead to see Sour’s hands grip the bedsheets. She was enjoying his effort. She also didn’t expect a thing. When Second was sure Sour’s guard was down, up two fingers went into her glistening pink. All at once, Sour’s entire body convulsed, her head shot up, and out came a muffled cry of ecstasy.
Second’s fingers wasted no time into working themselves into a frenzy. His lips curled up with lustful glee as he gazed upon the quivering mess he was turning his wife into. Soon, he deemed it time to switch tactics. He retrieved his fingers from her lower lips and right into his upper, savoring the taste of her nectar.
“Heavenly,” he cooed as he gave Sour’s rear an extra smack.
He then dropped to his knees in order to gorge himself straight from the source. His tongue ran up and down her precious folds, lapping up every drop of love being released. Lost in her taste so much, he began to hum his satisfaction right into her core.
Sour’s hand suddenly shot back and yanked at his hair. Her sign that she was ready. Second jumped up onto bed. His hands firmly clamped onto Sour’s hips as he lined himself up. Savoring the moment, he eased himself inside.
The gentleness didn’t last long however. Sour had no patience when it came to his cock, after all. He quickly kicked it into high gear and began to absolutely plow her cute tush. Their room filled with the melodious sound of slapping flesh and muffled, carnal shrieks.
Moment after moment, Second felt compelled to pound harder, faster. His lady needed her relief and so did he. Speak of the devil, he began to feel himself tense up. It wouldn’t do to cum in this position, though. Not at all. This husband and wife never came without eye contact. It was one of those unspoken rules of their love.
Second retracted and flipped Sour over onto her back. Sour’s eyes rolled back as her husband filled her once more. Second bit his bottom lip as he rammed into Sour faster and faster. Just a little more… just a little – Second and Sour gazed into each other’s eyes as they gasped and climaxed at once. Her juices ran down to stain the bed as his seed spurted as if it rightfully belonged inside her.
Second never partook in any rough, demeaning sex talk with his wife. He much preferred to do the opposite. He loved to worship her.
“I’m not worthy of the pleasure of your body,” Second panted. “You’re a goddess in my eyes, Sour Sweet. You handle the bow like Artemis, have the beauty of Aphrodite, and impart wisdom to our daughter like Athena, and unlike Zeus, I will always be faithful to you.”
Tears weld up in Sour’s eyes. Before her husband could react, Sour shot her arms up, grabbed his shoulders, and flipped him over so she could be on top.
“Wait, Sour. I’m supposed to be the one – ”
Second’s lips were cut off by the touch of a finger. Sour then proceeded to furiously gyrate her hips. Round two was on already. She went balls deep with each downward motion. She wanted all of her husband.
Second grinned like a complete idiot as Sour mercilessly pounded him. He was wondering when the ravenous mistress he craved would emerge. Of course, the absolute peak of Sour Sweet domination would had to have been when she was pregnant with Bitter...
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Second dashed to the front door where the frantic banging was emanating from. He opened it to reveal an anxious-looking Lemon Zest. In her arms were jars of pickles, Cheez Whiz, and loaves of bread.
“Is everything okay with Sour?!” she blurted.
Second blinked. “Uh, yes, Lemon. She’s okay. You okay?”
“She sent me a text saying that I needed to get over here with some groceries and that it was an emergency!”
“Oh,” Second chuckled. “I think Sour’s food cravings might be making her send out exaggerated SOS’s.”
Lemon instantly eased up and let out a sigh of relief. “Ah. Well, here’s some pickles, Cheez Whiz, and bread anyway.” She handed them over. “So, how's everything going with you, dude? Holding up well with Sour's pregger hormones?”
Before Second could respond, his beloved chose that moment to chime in from the living room, “SECOND MOTHERFUCKING PERSON, YOU BETTER GET YOUR WORTHLESS ASS IN HERE ON THE DAMN DOUBLE AND RUB THE FEET OF THE GODDAMN MOTHER OF YOUR CHILD OR SO HELP ME I’LL GRAB THE THICKEST DILDO I CAN FIND AND GO TO TOWN ON YOUR VIRGIN ANUS!!!!!”
Lemon’s eyes widened with shock.
Second, however, had a big ‘ol stupid grin plastered on his face. “This is a masochist’s dream, Lemon. A masochist’s dream.”
“AND WHERE THE FUCK IS LEMON WITH MY SHIT TO MAKE SOME PICKLE AND CHEEZ WHIZ SANDWHICHES!?!”
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Sour reached down and lovingly stroked Second’s chest, a gentle act which completely clashed with the furiosity of her grinding. Her fingers would brush across his nipples, sending shivers across his body. He returned the favor by reaching up and once again seized her breasts.
Needless to say, their efforts were fruitful.
About to go over the edge, Sour dipped down and wrapped her arms around Second’s neck. She pulled his head up so his mouth could touch hers. She didn’t care about the tape separating their lips. She wanted to be as close as possible to him.
Eyes locked, they came in unison once more. Sour melted and lied on top of Second.
“Well, Sour?” Second managed to chuckle through his deep, satisfied breaths. “Did my magic dick get rid of your frustration?”
Sour weakly slapped his arm as if to playfully say, “Shut up, asshole.”
Second embraced his wife. “I’ll take that as a ‘yes’.”
Sour nuzzled her head into his neck. With her still on top and both still connected, they drifted off into a well-earned, blissful nap.
