Agape With A Side Of Lust
You’re not supposed to be here. You’re under express orders to not vacate the castle for any reason, but you just couldn’t help yourself. You needed to see her again. Your steps are restrained, being over careful to not make a noise as make your way through town, ducking behind every alley, hiding behind every crate, staying for much longer than necessary in hiding spots; despite seeing no other ponies during the entirety of the night. But to be found and taken back would be awful, your heartaches at the thought of being taken from her, and to be swept away when you’re so close simply wouldn’t do.
It comes into view. Carousel Boutique. A small light can be seen through the ground floor window. She is awake and waiting. You wear a half smile, still shiftily looking at your surroundings, but your concern of being caught is overwhelmingly overshadowed by how close your goal is, and your eagerness causing your limbs to shake slightly, over excitement in your bones. You hasted slightly, your footsteps for the first time making sound as your heel clicks against the cobbled ground, but you don’t care any more. She’s so close.
When you reach the door you’re somehow out of breath, and your body quivers as though wrought with adrenaline. You stop, inhaling deeply through your nostrils and standing up completely straight, composing yourself. You breathe out through your mouth, closing your fists to your sides and remaining still; you don’t dare greet her after so long as a quivering mess, dignity was valued to you both, and one can never have too much of it.
With a final exhale, you bring a now steady fist to the door, your knuckles rapping against the wood with three firm knocks, before resuming your straight posture. You felt almost impatient waiting. It wasn’t long neither brief, a few seconds of silence and empty air, before you hear a triumphant click from the other side. It occurred to you that you didn’t hear hoofsteps, and a small smile graces your lips. She was already waiting on the other side, her deliberate delay an attempt at restraint, to mimic your aplomb. You were in many ways alike, a reflection of you, and you a reflection of she.
You could barely remain still as the first crack in the door appeared, a weak flickering candle seen through the gap, and almost like a moth you were drawn to it. But your patience was rewarded. As the door creaked fully open, moonlight bathing the interior of the building, the tenant of the second space in your heart coming into view. She was covered by your silhouette, moonbeams outlining your shadow like a trace, but still illuminating your love. Her purple mane framed her face, the curls acting almost as a wall to isolate her beauty to her visage, but they failed miserably. To you, every inch of her ivory coated form was beauteous, her indigo blue eyes shone more than any jewel, and they shamed any other in attempting to get a fraction close to their worth. To you, Rarity surpassed even perfection, to embody an entirely unique category that only she was deemed worthy of being within. You felt your heart skip a beat, and then again, for she was no less deserving.
Rarity looked up at you with a reticent smile, although her eyes betrayed her attempt at being equanimous, viewing you with eyes overflowing with love, and her cheeks a shade of pink you’ve only seen when she looks upon you. And it may have been flawed perception, but you think you could hear her heart beating in her chest. She stands at a smaller height than you, about four and a half feet, so you lower yourself to her level, brushing her mane aside as you cup her cheek in the palm of your hand.
She apparently lacked more restraint as you, as before you could part your lips to speak she did it for you, bringing her lips to yours, her tongue pushing past your lips and through your teeth, wrestling with your tongue. You wrap your arms around her tongue as you reciprocate the kiss, her tongue and yours in a lustful skirmish, coiling and pushing against each other. You hadn’t realised your eyes had even closed, feeling her hooves mimic your arms, going over your shoulders and bringing you and her closer to each other. You feel her moving backward, and you awkwardly follow, shuffling on your knees into the boutique, kicking the door closed behind you.
Knowing the progress of such meetings, your hands travel to the junction of her forehooves and body, your fingers curling into her coat, and then you heft her up, bringing you and her chest to chest, her weight near negligible. You feel her lips curve into a smile as you kiss, and you can’t help but wear one too. Her hind hooves wrap around your body, a tight bind ensuring the two of you don’t separate, not that you would ever let her go.
You fumble your steps in the dark, operating mostly on memory and the occasional slit between your eyelids to get your bearings. You reach the stairway, and allow Rarity’s lips and tongue to retake their place at the forefront of your mind, walking up the steps with almost no caution whatsoever. Halfway up, you make a misstep, tripping and falling. You release a grunt of pain as the edge of a stair hits your chest, although it’s muffled as you get a mouthful of perfumed fur. You pull back in a groggy disposition, and look up to see a giggling Rarity, and you follow suite, chortle contorting into a cachinnate laugh. Realising how close you her to her mons, you plant a kiss on her lower stomach, looking up at her with mirthful eyes, the mare’s giggling unceasing. She climbs backward a step up, and you crawl forward, now in a position of predator and her your prey. Rarity fits her role perfectly, smirking and retreating away, step by step, your movements exaggerated, the growl you release from your throat immediately drowned by your and Rarity’s combined laughs.
She turned onto her stomach and rises to her hooves, making her way up the stairway with speed and a girly guffaw. You follow suite, making your way up on all fours as fast you can, all the while kicking off your shoes and throwing off your blazer. Upon reaching the top you continue crawling, casting your eyes around the bedroom. You immediately see the tip of her horn and the purple hue of her hair, her body prone and pressed against the bed. You slither forward, not making a sound. She raises her head slightly, obviously curious and unawares of your position in her room, and when her eyes catch yours she hides back away, her giggle badly restrained. You practically gallop forward, climbing onto the foot of the bed, your love retreating back to the top, her head against the pillows.
You crawl with deliberate slowness, your eyes locked with hers. You release a playful gnash, and she presses her hoof against her mouth to contain a chuckle. Your fingers make their mark at the bottom of her hind hooves, and you dig lightly into her skin, the fur between your fingers. You trail upward, Rarity making a small gasp when your digits press into her flanks, her cutie beneath the palms of your hand. Your hands squeeze her flanks, but your body continues to rise, pushing upward with your feet, your clothed chest dragging up her body. All the while you plant kisses on her body, occasionally having a tiny rascal like nibbles. The friction was wonderful, and when your eye to eye, you release a coltish growl and snap of the teeth as she leans up to kiss you. You’ve caught her.
This time the kissing is a bit more frantic. Instead of connected lips, your lips smack against hers, you both wrestle tongues, and you both separate to take breaths before you repeat, intoxicated with each other’s contact and taste. Meanwhile, you feel your hardening length tightly constrained within your pants, your hips aligned just short of hers. The next time you separate you see Rarity’s horn alight with a blue aura, and feel a tugging at your chest. You look down to see each button of your shirt get undone with finesse before opening, revealing your bare chest and stomach. You assist, your hands and arms tugging and pulling the shirt off your back, throwing it somewhere off the bed. You again press your chest against her again, and upon feeling her soft coat against your skin you release a moan into your next kiss.
You feel Rarity press her hips against you, indicative of her concupiscence, and in wanting to fulfil her desire you part from the kiss, bringing your lips to her nape, your hands gliding down her body. She moans at your touch, her lust fetching the adorable noises from her throat, making you all the more eager to service her. You have a brief feeling of déjà vu as you travel down her, placing a trail of kisses in your wake, like mileposts to lead you back to her lips once you were finished. You stopped just short of your goal, hands on her loosening thighs, your eyes drifting from your lover’s eyes to the treasure between her legs.
Her cunt, her honeypot, her slit, her flower, her vagina. There were many names for the pink crease between her legs, surrounded by black plump lips. Below it was her tight ponut, her dock and tail covered the hole you knew for certain was there, and like every other inch of Rarity, you loved them both immensely. Although rather than spend a stupor in inebriated love, you resolved to giving pleasure unto the mare who riposted your love with her own equally potent ardour.
Your hands slid to adjacent sides of her cunt, and your face inched closer. You could feel the heat emanating from it against your skin, and found even yourself wearing a look of desperation, your cock rigid and painfully hard. Your hands part the lips of her slit, revealing the entirety of her pinkness to the open air as well as your eyes, the owner groaning and biting her bottom lip. Her hole clenches around nothing, and her clit throbs in a wink, a sight at first you found weird and somewhat off-putting, but now you idolised the sight of her arousal, cherishing the intimate sight of desire.
You waste no time. You turn your right hand upside down, your middle finger extended fully. You push it past her folds into her awaiting canal, immediately burying your digit to the knuckle, clawing the finger inside of the ivory mare like a talon. Her walls tighten your finger, moaning out her bliss, hips giving way to a small thrust. Next you close, finally wrapping your lips around the delectable pink treat, Rarity’s legs wrapping around your head, preventing you from hearing her throaty groan; her hoof coiling around the sheets.
You suckle at the nub, occasionally flicking the sensitive button with your tongue, and both her legs and cunt would clench. You tug every so often, pulling the clit with your lips, sometimes even lightly press your teeth against the sensitive flesh. You honestly didn’t know the best cocktail of oral action to perform to maximise her bliss, but you had a feeling whatever you did, it would bring her to the height of ecstasy. You squeezed in a second finger to join the first in her tight love canal, your ring and middle digits writhing over one another, pushing and prodding against the walls of Rarity’s flower, her nectar leaking over your hands, a few droplets trailing down to the bed sheets. Even with her legs around your ears you can hear her pants, and when you cast your eyes upward you see her head thrown back, presumably moaning into the air without care.
Suddenly, you feel a stronger pressure around your head. Instead of the soft thighs of your lover, it’s the tickling familiar sensation of magic, and your head is torn from her furiously winking clit. Your head is brought upward, and you look at the cute sight before you with an awed expression. She was flustered, cheeks blazing red, mane a mess, chest rising and falling unsteadily. You pull your fingers free slowly, Rarity’s walls still half-heartedly clenching your fingers, and bring them up to your maw. Rarity looks upon you with an expression you can only describe as ‘lustful despair’ as you inhale deeply her scent from your fingers. If only there existed a word for an addiction to everything, Rarity, as it would be no more applicable than now. The inebriating sweetness of the smell made resisting your want to taste it upon your lips impossible, your mouth parting so that your juice covered digits could pass through your lips, your tongue licking and then swallowing Rarity’s honey. Rarity blinked.
She bit her bottom lip with a forcefulness that even you could see, brief worry flaring up in you at the prospect she could draw blood, but worry dissipated when you felt your body hefted up head first, and thrown onto your back. Minor whiplash aside, you looked down with a smirk, Rarity imitating your short-lived time as a predator, crawling up the bed with her stomach pressed against the sheets, her tail flicking with arousal. Before she even reached you, her magic flared once again, tugging at your trouser clasp, too horny to even care about ruining the apparel, and forcibly tore them apart. She yanked your pants from your legs and threw them from the bed, and you smiled at her lusty élan, also feeling relief at the pressure relieved from your dick.
She soon filled the gap between your spread legs, her forehooves pressed softly against your thighs, eyes on your bulge, your hard length throbbing inside your underwear. You grit your teeth and inhale sharply as she nuzzles against your sizeable package, her soft coat still feeling heavenly, even despite the thin cotton barrier between your cock and her. She pressed her lips against your length, your rod twitching as the soft lips planted kisses down your erection, ending at the outline of your shaft’s tip. You were tempted to intervene, to let slip free your cock so that you could feel her touch unfiltered, but you dare interrupt her whilst she worked on a dress, and neither would you now. Your patience was aptly rewarded, her magic once again emanating from her horn, and gripping the hem of your underwear and pulling downward ever so slowly.
Inch after inch of your cock was exposed to the mare, your twitching rod pulled downward, the outline of your penis disappearing with every centimetre the garment was pulled from you. After a few seconds more your cock swung free, your meat throbbing with blood, heavy and hard. Rarity smirked, your expression showing your longing for her touch. Just as you did for her, she doesn’t tease. You grip the sheets, her lips delivering a sloppy and wet kiss to the head of your cock.
She plants little pecks down the entirety of your shaft, planting two on each of your individual balls, before lolling her tongue from her mouth, and dragging it up the full length of your erection, an almost horny appetite. She works on covering all your meat in her saliva, craning her neck around your throbbing cock, licking from base to tip. A bead of pre leaks from bulbous head, and it barely has a second to exist, as Rarity envelops the head of your shaft with greedy abandon. You suddenly find yourself even incapable of propping yourself up, the pleasure seemingly cutting control off from all your faculties, leaving you limp in all place but one.
Her tongue circles around your swollen shaft, sucking and fellating your meat with vigour. You saw her cheeks bulge out as the head of your shaft pushed against her cheek, Rarity attempting to take in more of your shaft, her eyes fluttering closed. With a uncontrollable thrust your cock bucks and hits the back of her throat, the mare gagged but didn’t withdraw your appendage from her mouth, delivering a reassuring pat to your thigh as you cast an remorseful smile down at her.
Slowly her lips inched their way down your shaft, her lips forming a tight vacuum like seal around your cock. Her tongue continued to like and lash at your member, all the while your cock travelled down her throat. You wanted to rest a hand on the back of her head, or cup her cheek, but as your hand went down to do so she lightly pushed it away. Perhaps she felt this was undeserving of praise or encouragement, as making your lover happy was its own reward… or maybe she just thought you’d ruin the flow of her ‘work’, ever the diligent mare.
You found yourself mimicking the state of Rarity as she was only minutes ago, your head thrown back, releasing a loud groan as you felt her lips reach the base of your cock. Before your mind could comprehend she pulls back to the tip of your spittle covered meat, before slamming back down to the hilt, your body thrusting in reaction before you could even release a moan. This action she continues, greedily slurping and suckling your cock as she deep throats it, her tongue applying varying degrees of pressure as she did so; loosening her seal like grip with her lips as she enveloped your shaft, but retightening it as it withdrew. It was divine.
Your dick throbbed and twitched, and you could feel your sack tighten as your balls churned with cum. You felt your stomach flex, and your hips buck, your body ready to fire a rope of cum into your lover’s gullet… but Rarity was not. Suddenly you felt a vice like grip around the base of your shaft, your body wracked with orgasm, but no seed flowing forth from your cock. It was both painful, but blissful, and your jaw clenched. You prop yourself up, your shaft free of Rarity’s mouth, saliva covered, the head swollen red, a blue aura around the hilt. You look at her with confused expression, brows furrowed, panting.
Before you could voice anything she plants a kiss on the head, the shaft twitching in cordial reply and she casts you a sultry look. She rises on all fours, turning around with a sway, looking over her haunches with a grin before her fore hooves gave way; her plot in the air, her tail twitching, presenting her soaking wet cunt. You gulp, climbing onto your knees, your hardness swinging as you did so.
You place your hands on either side of her flank, squeezing the generous mounds of flesh caringly as you aligned your cock with her winking cunt. You advance slowly, prodding your erection around her awaiting fuck hole with a savoury restraint, a small payback for the trick she pulled earlier, but it had the undesired effect, as her little suppressed moans only made you want this even more than you already did.
Your cock passed through her folds, only going an inch into her cunt, but already it surpassed Rarity’s oral machinations. Her hole seemed to be sucking you in, squeezing around your head, begging for more of you inside of her. You were all too willing to comply, pushing more of yourself in, her squirming walls an indescribable sensation. When her walls had swallowed half your meat, Rarity closed the gap between her ass and your hips, slamming her flank down the remainder of your shaft; an audible smack resonating in both of your ears, simultaneously releasing groans, and you curl over in pleasure.
You reaffirm your grip on her flanks, pulling back your hips, her moist hole tight around your cock as you did so; before slamming your cock back in, burying your dick like an anchor deep in her pussy, connecting your hips. You repeat the motion, Rarity still futilely still trying to keep you within her, failing. Her slick walls providing no friction whatsoever. You pull out, keeping only the tip in, and slam. Groaning in ecstasy, you begin to adopt a rhythm. You pull out and push back in, again, again, and again. You thrust and buck like a stallion, an irony not lost on you. Occasionally before you could thrust back in, Rarity would do it for you, slamming against you with a groan.
The sound of your and Rarity’s moans and the slapping of flesh filled the silence in the room for the next few minutes. Every time you joined together, you felt her winking clit against your hip, and you knew she was close. You hastened your thrusts, matching a jackhammer in ferocity and speed. There was no lapse in her moaning, the constant vocal song of her ecstasy driving you all the more to please her. It took only several more hard thrusts before she threw her head backward, lip between her teeth; her cunt constricting and twitching around your length, the mare overcome with orgasm.
You pull free from her cunt, your throbbing and twitching cock resting on her flank, just to the side of her dock and tail. You feel your balls tighten, but to resist the urge to cum. You both pant, one of you in bliss, but the other just at the edge of it, but forcefully taken from that line. Rarity looked back at you with a sleepy eyes, a lazy smile on her lips as she steadily breathed in and out. You give her an apologetic smile as she looked up at with concern, releasing a sigh from behind her lips. Rolling her eyes before looking at you with sultry eyes, she swayed her hips from side to side, her grin roguish.
You’re overjoyed. Your hand traces up the side of her flank and grip her dock, you other hand gripping Rarity’s flank with slight force. You realign the tip of your cock and press it against the entrance of her flank hole, the soft ponut feeling glorious. You push firmly against the hole, your pussy juice covered cock aiding in pushing into the tight back entrance of the ivory mare. You release a breathless moan as the tip pushes in, your pulsating cock feeling immense pleasure from the tight hole. Rarity inhales through her teeth, the hole squeezing around your cock.
You waste no more time, and thrust your entire dick into her plot, curling over in immense pleasure as your hips slapped against her flank. The tightness isn’t uncomfortable, the soft black flesh of her ponut entirely without flaw. Unlike her cunt, you couldn’t bring yourself to pull out to the tip, only able to pull out halfway before pleasure overcame you; pumping back in all the way to the hilt. You find yourself thrusting harder into her ass than you did her cunt, bringing her flank to you by pulling at her dock. Lost in the moment, you deliver a firm smack to her cutie mark, and she releases a half-moan half-grunt of pain. Why let love get in the way of a good forceful ass fucking?
Combined with your orgasm from Rarity’s mouth and cunt, it doesn’t take you a long amount of time before you buckle over yourself, slamming your hips against Rarity’s flank without care, your cock swelling with blood, your balls preparing to release their seed. Your arms wrap around her as you curl over, your hips pressed firmly against her ass. Your cock swells larger as your appendage releases rope after rope of cum into her ass, her tight hole clenching around your shaft. So much seed from released from your pent up sack that when you pulled your cock free, a small trickle of semen seeped from her ass. She would definitely need to wash the sheets.
Exhausted, you find yourself going limp on her back, and the mare’s hind legs give under your weight. You both release small laughs as your roll and writhe on the bed, until you’re both eye to eye. She gives you an eskimo’s kiss, rubbing her muzzle against your nose, pressing her lips against yours. You become an entanglement of limbs, your arms wrapped around her neck, her fore hooves coiling around your back, your bodies pressed against one another. You wordlessly show your love for each other, bringing your lips together again, parting your lips for her tongue. This was much more slow and passionate that the ones you shared before, post coital bliss rendering you both satiated for sex, so this was just for the simple expresses of love. She parts from the kiss first, drowsy, your eyes the last thing she sees before drifting off to sleep. You thought about saying something, to vocalise your love yet again, or to thank her for the wonderful night. Yet upon seeing her contented smile, closed eyes, and a face covered in the slightest slither of moonlight, you couldn’t imagine ruining such a perfect sight. You spend your final moments awake watching her sleep, not daring to move a think out of place, even to plant a final goodnight kiss on her soft lips. When you finally got caught in Luna’s grasp, that perfect image dominated your dreams, and you yourself wore the exact same smile on your lips.
Author's Note
Hope you enjoyed this! Again, it was something of an experiment. Practicing writing with absolutely no dialogue whatsoever! Also, this is my first 2nd person fic, first human fic, and first fic written in under 10 hours! So tiny achievements make my day.
This was originally going to be a teen!Human x Sweetie Belle fic, my original intent as to why the guy couldn't be out at night, but I wasn't sure on Fimfic's guidelines regarding underage humans, so I kept it safe. Regardless, this was fun to write. Have a nice day and evening.
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