Moonlight Glimmer (edited version)
The moon. A rock that shines in the sky with smaller stars around it, giving a bright glow to show their presence upon the night skies of the mountains and forests that truly respect the nature of such beauty with dew and glimmer. Cool and lukewarm temperatures takes over this part of Equestria, giving the mares and stallions who appreciate it an opportunity to enjoy themselves on the night out.
You lay lying down on the soft grass while observing the beautiful mare beholding your very eyes that currently straddles your waist, her blue mane rustling in the gentle wind; her violet bedroom eyes emitting great shine in the night. They stare down into yours with much intent, slowly coming closer to your visage to make an impact.
Awaiting her presence, you slide both of your hands on her furry body from her legs to her hips, caressing her fur and figure as you go along her curves. Her fur feels very smooth like silk and soft like a teddy bear; the feeling being all too addictive to you. Lips came to show as hers softly touch yours with passion, her eyes still locked onto yours. Her warm and soft covered body lies on top of your chest while her arms seamlessly move around your neck, lightly massaging the back which made you relax more in her arms.
As she lays on top of your chest, you wrap your arm around her lower back and slide the hand of your other arm down slowly from her hip to her thigh, taking in every detail of her curvy figure you can. This action elicited an audible sigh from the mare through her nose, her eyes closing from the warm sensation your hand gives to make her light fur stand on end from the cool temperatures afterwards. Her reaction appeases you as you continue to rub her thigh in slow motion, closing your eyes afterwards to enjoy this moment.
She brushes her tongue along your lips; the slithering snake asks for permission to enter your sacred domain, to which you approve to. Once she enters into your domain, she roams around everywhere to find much new information from a different enamel; you gave a small moan into the kiss, complimenting her for her efforts so far. Then she plays around with your tongue, licking the organ to get you in action to which you react by playing with hers, pushing her back into her own mouth to give the same feeling.
She slowly starts to grind her body onto yours, increasing stimulation in your nerves and slightly making you tremble under her figure. You moan into her mouth, sending vibrations into her throat to make her do the same. The moment creates friction between both of your bodies, feeling warmer every second in the cool night; your inner loins act upon instinct, sparking a fire of passion inside of you that has yet to sprout into full capacity.
Trixie pulls her lips away from yours and move her head down to your neck. She kisses and laps at your neck before lightly biting down on your jugular, eliciting an audible sigh of pleasure that escapes your lips, following by you moving your head over some to give her more room. You slide both of your hands to her firm bum and felt her curves before firmly grabbing her cheeks and giving them a good squeeze, pulling her closer with her grinding rhythm. A surprising suck of air can be heard through her teeth from the sudden action; she doesn’t lose place however as she still bites down on your neck with more added grip while sucking on your now tender flesh.
After some time, she lets go of the flesh of your neck with a small kiss afterwards, leaving a small dark mark. This is a mark of new territory; territory that is now hers. At that moment, you realize something about that mark.
You are hers for the taking; her treasure.
And no one else can take you.
Not even the last mare you looked at before Trixie; she is lost memory now.
And you are very gruntled with it.
Trixie calls out your name, making you snap out of your small moment. You look up to her and see that her shirt is already off and laying by a nearby tree. Her body shows her curves being in all the right places, the moon giving up every detail her body can represent to you. She wears a black bra with straps, one of them dangling off her shoulder and the other barely hanging onto covering one of her main assets. Her face shows blood rushing through her cheeks, making her look more heated than she already is.
Trixie sits just below your waist, edging very close to your center. She looks at you with those same bedroom eyes, slowly licking her lips while tugging onto the hem of your shirt.
“I need you to take your shirt off,” she demands in a gentle voice, biting her bottom lip afterwards. You sit upright to where you are eye level to her, slowly lifting the shirt off yourself; the gentle breeze hits you as the fabric left your bare skin to make your hair stand on end. But, you don't care at the moment. All you want is to cater to her every whim, giving in to her desires.
She looks at your body as you take it off, examining every part of you like she is looking into her own delicious cuisine. Then, a seductive smirk creeps into her face.
Finally getting the piece off and throwing it at the nearby tree, she put her hands on your chest, making you slightly flinch before sighing under the fur on her fingers, to which she giggles to the interaction. “Mmm, what a handsome man you are. I wonder what you taste like…,” she coos in her sultry voice, making your cheeks turn red from the compliment. She slide her hands upward until they make their way to your shoulder pads, laying herself down on you to meet with your lips again. Both of you make sudden contact, your bodies warming up against each other that further fills your loins with a burning fire as you lay down on the cool grass again.
She quickly pulls away from your lips and adjusts her head some to kiss along your neck, massaging your shoulders. You give a low volume moan to commend her efforts. You make sure to move your head some, both to give room for her to work with and to watch for her horn. Trixie trails her tongue down your chest once she finds satisfaction from your neck, leaving a trail of cold saliva and taking in your salty manly musk and outdoor scent; what makes you more unique from stallions. A moan escapes her already ajar mouth; it becomes so intoxicating, she wants more of you.
No, she needs more of you.
You take a sharp breath as she starts to suck on one of your hard nipples, pinching and twisting the other. Her horn glides on the surface of your skin with the hard and smooth edges running across your chest. After giving one of your nipples some good attention, she doesn't leave the other one by itself, waiting to be sucked on like a piece of delicious candy; she did the same to the other like the one before, leaving the other to harden again by the cool wind. Moving her body down afterwards, she notices a big bulge in your pants as her covered marehood brushes across the fly of your trousers.
She looks down at your fly to get a good look at the miniature hill that pokes at her. Caged within the torturous piece of cotton, your member tries its best to escape the hell it's in, to get the opportunity to ravage the opposite sex that is mere inches away, like it's controlling itself; this elicits a low painful grunt from your lips. The eyes of the blue unicorn slowly come back up to yours, equipping that same smirk she sported earlier.
“Seems to me that somebody is enjoying their time with greatness. I bet my little pervert was edging himself off while I teased him, hmm?” she said, giggling afterwards. About to say something, your mouth zips shut as Trixie grinds her covered sex against yours under your trousers, humming with sweet satisfaction to the sensation as she teases you.
After a couple of minutes of torture, she stops and decides to go farther down south of your house, leaving your belly button out of the teasing process; much to your relief. She make it down to your bulge, eyes facing the hill with undivided attention. She slowly unzips your fly; the closer it is to the bottom of your trousers’ ending, the more your bulge starts to present itself to her with much enthusiasm. Cool air brushes across your tight boxers, making you cringe a little from the slight discomfort it brings.
Astonishment and curiosity is all you see in the mare's eyes as she looks down at the one thing that catches her interest the most other than your moans and facial expressions; the semi harden organ visibly forming, the outlining from your boxers making it very easy to spot. She put her fingers around your covered shaft, making it flinch under her touch. Rubbing her fingers along the outlines of your slow growing member, she finds it intriguing on how the shape of your manhood is much different from a stallion’s. Your heartbeat fuels your shaft with hot blood as it pulsates every time it grows until it becomes hard like a smooth rock.
You stare down at her as she grabs the hem of your boxers, slowly pulling them down to show little by little of your member before it pops out and wag around until it stood up tall and proud like it won a grammy award. Moving her face up closer to it, Trixie gives it a good look before responding, her eyes not leaving its presence.
“It looks so… perfect,” she complements, her hot breath brushing against your hard member, making you squirm a bit. She softly grabs your shaft from the base and gave it a light squeeze; the feeling of it jumping in her hand and your quick grunt entices her to continue. To give her some more room to work with, she uses her magic horn to create an aura of pink with sparkling dust around the rim of your pants, manipulating your pants to go down as the aura does until it reaches your ankles and flies off, gliding towards the nearby tree.
Now that she can properly play with your dick, Trixie slowly licks the organ from the base to the tip of the gland a couple of times, taking in the smell of hormones your body gave off. To your surprise, even though you are both different species of mammal, it still lures her to continue.
Feeling very warm from the whole ordeal, you rub your arms on the grass to try to keep cool. But, as much as you want it to help, the effect is limited to how many times you do it before the grass becomes warm itself. Therefore, you slowly rub your arms against the earth, knowing that Trixie is going to most likely keep you like this for a while.
Speaking of the mare, she licks around the head of your member, encircling it with saliva; your low moans give her the motivation to keep experimenting. She sucks on you like you are a brand new delicious lollipop, putting the gland into her mouth and sucking on it while attacking the small little shooter muzzle it packs before letting it pop out of her mouth.
You lightly gasp after Trixie slowly insert your shaft into her mouth once again, taking in what she can for now before pulling her head back to just at the gland, your shaft coded with saliva from her starting onslaught. You put both of your hands behind your head, your face red and hot as she continues to gain more of you into her hot pocket.
Every time when you look down to see her take more of your manhood, you notice that her gaze never shies away from yours; her violet bedroom eyes always looking at yours whenever you chance to look at hers. And if not, just your face to find a reaction she knows you’ll make from this. Seeing her eyes like that while she takes it in makes you so hot inside, you imagine even prematurely ejaculating inside of her sweet mouth to see those eyes really glow in the twilight… But, you know better to hold it in; you don’t want this to be over too soon.
Trixie takes in about a third of your member in without any gagging reflexes to stop her. Afterwards, she pulls your organ out of her mouth with another loud ‘pop’, leaving her saliva on your member to cool you down; Her beautiful eyes still never leaving your face out of vision. She grins as she uses her hand to pump your shaft, making you adjust your position a little.
“Mmmm, it tastes so sweet. Even sweeter when sprinkled with extra sugar that you’ve supplied,” she coos, giving you a subtle wink before taking you back in her mouth, the warmth taking away the cold. Enjoying her efforts in making you more internally frustrated as she bobs her head slowly, you ran your hand in her mane, brushing the hairs on her head for your nerves to register the soft delicacy to your brain. As you graze your fingers from her head to the end of her horn, you hear her hum in ecstasy out of nowhere when you are done.
Then, you become curious from the reaction: what made her do so out of the blue? Did touching her horn cause that much enjoyment or is she just really into sucking you off? You look down to her, seeing that she has her eyes closed shut and squirming a little; she still gives you some attention, just not as much as before.
You carefully put your fingers on her horn, eliciting a small hum from the magician. Seeing this pressing her buttons makes you a little more frisky to play with it. Now taking this to an advantage, you grab her horn with firm gripping. As a response, she gives a loud grunt before taking your member out of her mouth in exchange for air, looking up at you with nervous sparkling eyes that are filling with surprise, her hand off of your gearwrench.
“Ugh, w-what are you d-doing?! L-let go of my h-horn!” she weakly demands of you with a noticeable stutter within her words. You find it cute that she tries to pull away from you, only to arch her back a little and give some weak moans from her futile efforts, her legs shaking before lying back down between your legs. You sit up and get a better look at her, continuing your actions again by rubbing your hand around her horn, making her squeal and squirm more frantically than before.
She grab your hand and tries to pull you away from her sensitive asset, but the ongoing treatment becomes unbearable to handle, forcing her to let go in sudden defeat. All you hear now is loud sultry moans of pleasure as she squirms, laying on her side as her legs grind against each other. Her pants become more quick and frantic every time you glide your hand across her horn from the base to the tip.
“L-look, just l-...let got of my horn! R-really, you’re gonna make me… haaa!” you flick her horn a few times at the tip while she tries to admonish you; the horn gives off a small purple spark before she clenches her legs and her arms around her waist, shaking for a few of seconds before she stops moving. Now you only hear soft pants that escape her lips whenever possible while her eyes are closed. Did she just do what you think she did? You’d never think of her horn being so sensitive, that it can also affect her own self being as well.
Once she comes to, she crawls up on your body and moves both legs to each side of you, straddling you again as she climbs to get to your level of vision; her dripping marehood - where did her underwear just go? - pressing down against your still hardened penis. She gives you a subtle distasteful look, even though her violet eyes still sparkle in the twilight.
“You pervert; taking an advantage over a small little mare like me with her delicate horn. I should punish you for what you’ve done to me,” she closes up on your face, her muzzle touching your nose. Then she spoke in a sultry but nonchalant voice, giving you bedroom eyes again. “You’re just lucky I’m too hot to care right now,”
She reaches behind her back to unclip her bra. Once she does that, she moves her arms out of the straps and toss it aside, giving you a good look at her dense breasts. One thing that really catches your eyes are the fact that they are dense, alluring you to give your undivided attention to them.
“Gaze your eyes upon Trixie’s greatness. She hopes they prove satisfaction for you, even though she already knows the answer,” she says with confidence and a hint of nervousness, folding her arms under her breasts to purposely squeeze them a little to make them look more perky than before. Focusing your vision on her main assets, you try to put your hands on her soft mounds to caress them, only to have your hand slapped away. After taking a second look at your emotionally broken hand, you look up to her for an answer, to which she has her muzzle sticking upwards and away from you.
“After that whole fiasco with my horn, I forbid you to touch my little girls freely,” she told you with authority. You decide to lay back down on the grass and close your eyes to take this order into thought. But, she wraps her arms around your neck to interrupt it, her bosom pushing against your chest. Your eyes open up with your face turning red as her mouth comes close to your ear, saying the exact words with such sultry and low volume for more effect.
“But, if you want to earn them, you have to fuck me good with that cock of yours… you do wanna pound me, don't you?”
While you are temporarily frozen from those words, she take this as an open opportunity. She raises her lower body high enough to where your hard shaft is pointing right at her center, absorbing the juices that originally resided within her lotus flower bomb. Once she got the angle just right, she drops down onto your manhood; the hard stick being trapped all the way at the base.
You both gasp and moan from the newfound pleasure that wash over your bodies. She presses her lips against yours with more aggression, lifting up her lower body for your spire to catch the cold before dropping again, doing the same thing over and over.
She pulls her lips away from yours and sat up on you, her hands on your chest for support. You move your hands up to her round bum, gripping onto her and forcing her down every time she drops, having greater affect on you and her. Wet slapping of bare flesh and fur can be heard; the sweat between both of you commingle. Both of you moan each other's name, excitement fueling the passion after hearing themselves in the vulnerable state. And for the mare to say your name in a sultry moan? Makes you want to bust a nut every time.
Heat builds inside of you as you take in how this feels. Think of the inside of her marehood having small little hands, forcing you to come back in to give you a mini handjob. That's how this feels; you don't want to pull out of her. You want to relish in this feeling until you can't take it anymore.
She almost collapses on your chest, shaking from the excitement. “Oh sweet Celestia!” she moans aloud, her inner muscles tightening around your organ. You feel it getting tighter and you're still getting sucked in. This magic trickster got you in her pocket. But, you aren't finished just yet; you still haven't gotten the chance to own her.
She slams down one last time and her muscles tense up and pulsate, collapsing on your chest and letting her juices coat your member that currently resides within her. While she lies on your chest and pant heavily from the ride, you take the opportunity you need.
Removing your member from her wet marehood, you wrap your arms around her and roll over to one side, being on top of her now. She wraps her arms around your neck and pulls you closer, looking into your eyes to notice the fire burning within you; the savage she was looking for is ready to come out. She spreads her legs out some more to give you room.
“Make me yours,” is all she says before reuniting your lips with hers, the passion swimming from within her to you, like you are taking drugs.
Positioning your hard wood at her entrance, you push in fast and hard. Trixie stops kissing you to elicit a squeaky yelp from within her lungs. Listening to that, you continue your attack, pounding her insides like you are churning butter. The slaps become louder as you hit harder, her yelps and loud moans becoming your fuel. It doesn't stop here though.
Even though you get close, you slow down some to get the ability to keep going, even as those hot moans from your opposite hit your very heart; you're gonna make her yours if it's the last thing you can do.
You move your hands to her mounds and caress them, massaging them like you were kneading dough. Slowing down some, you took the chance to suck her dagger nipples, taking in the taste of her sweat and fur; the taste driving your body crazy.
You stop fondling her mounds after Her walls tighten around your member again, wrapping her legs around your back to make you go deeper. She yells out your name a few times with more ecstasy laced on each one, driving you more overboard until-
“I'm gonna… fuck!” you loudly grunt, the fire within you going inside of her, like a flamethrower burning down a house. And that house did burn, her legs shaking wildly as she takes in your hot love into her marehood. Letting go of you, she lies there in the afterglow, her chest slowly rising and falling with the twilight beaming down on her. Oh, how beautiful a sight she is for sore eyes.
“You c-came inside of me, you idiot,” Trixie mumbles with exhaustion, feeling your hot semen trickle out of her womb and ooze down to her lower cheeks. You lean down to where you were eye level to her, adorning the red cheeks she sports on her face.
“You loved that, didn't you B?” You inquire of her, your eyelids half opened with a smug grin on your face. She sticks her muzzle upwards, looking at the other direction.
“No, I don't like you right now,” she told you, still not looking at you. Being frisky with her little attitude, you sneak your head to her lower neck and assault her with wet kisses. It took only a few seconds before she starts smiling and giggling from your antics.
“Okay okay, stop! I enjoyed it!” She giggles with volume, pushing your face away from her sweet nectar. You think it's cute to see the girl of your dirty dreams giggle at what you do. She looks into your eyes with a soft expression planting upon her visage, showing signs of love everywhere. She caresses your cheeks, bringing you closer to her vision; her violet eyes sparking in the moonlight.
“I love you…," she tells you after saying your name.
“I love you too, Trixie,” you respond, looking back into hers. She pulls you back in for one last kiss, closing her eyes as you reunite with her.
You slide one of your hands down to her lotus flower bomb, spreading her lower lips apart with two fingers to let more of your love ooze out of her to which she moans in your mouth as a response, making her marehood twitch from exhaustion. You mentally smile to yourself.
‘Anyone got an awesome song to end this with a bang?’
Author's Note
Goodness, after just a few months of posting this, I realize how badly structured this looks! What am I doing with my life???
... Playing 2k.
