Of Bones and Balloons

Starts with Clop. You have been warned!

“Y-you don’t h-have to.” I couldn’t help but stammer. I didn’t want to disappoint her by finishing in moments.

I was shaking like a leaf in a hurricane as Pinkamena’s lust-filled eyes bored into mine. She gave me a knowing smirk which made me both nervous and excited at once. Nervicited!

She giggled playfully. “Oh, I don’t have to.” She said huskily as she pressed herself closer to me. Her breasts were pressed hard into my chest as she began to slowly grind her pussy against my almost painfully hard cock.

“I want to.” she almost whispered in a half-moan.

“I- I’m p-probably not g-going to l-last very l-long.” I stammered, my breaths hitching as she continued to grind against me.

“Th-that’s fine. Mmmmmnnnn...” She moaned, closed her eyes, and chewed on her lower lip. “We- Mmmmph! We can w-work on that.”

I was holding myself back.

Why?

What reason did I have not to be all over this?

Here was a mare that loved me. A mare who was getting herself off by grinding her pussy against my cock, (I don’t care if I’m being crass) and I’m just laying here like a dead fish.

That wasn’t fair to her, and honestly I was being an idiot for not doing anything to help this wonderful, sexy mare. Relationships are a two-way street after all.

Time to take more of an active roll...

“Pinkamena...” I said slowly.

“H-huh?” Pinkamena opened her eyes and looked up into mine. She had the sexiest, lusty look on her face.

I gave her a small smile as I jerked my arms into motion. My left hand slapped into the small of her back as my right flew down to smack into her flank with a wet slapping sound.

She gave a startled gasping cry, which quickly died down into breathy mewling moans as I began kneading her flank with one hand and pressing her against my shaft with the other.

I leaned in close and half-growled, “I can’t let you do everything yourself love,” into her ear.

As I leaned back her eyes widened slightly. “O-oh F-fuck! You- Ah! Y-you’re gonna m-make me c-cum a-again!”

“This-” I grunted as I felt my stomach contract painfully. I felt a familiar pressure in my nether regions. I really wasn’t going to last very long. “This isn’t a c-contest.”

“T-to y-you! Ah!” Pinkamena began making the most adorable squeaking noises as she began bucking her hips against me. “S-so... S-so c-close! Ahhhh!”

“T-together-” I gasped.

I felt Pinkamena shiver violently as she squeezed my waist with her hips. I grunted as I tried to weakly buck my hips in time with hers. I moved a hand to hold her as close to me as I could manage.

Pinkamena let out a high-pitched whine as she buried her face into my shoulder. In turn I squeezed my eyes shut as I buried my face into her mane. For some reason, I smelled flowers, damp earth, and rain.

We came together, our bodies seizing as our joints locked up.

I felt an almost burning hot wetness spurt against my cock as I felt my own release spurt forth and coat both our stomachs.

Clop Ends.

My brain was filled with a warm haze as I let go of Pinkamena, My arms dropped limply to the floor of the shower with a dull splash. My head rolled back and all I could hear was the sound of water raining to the shower floor and our ragged yet slowing breaths. Pinkamena felt so warm against me. I wouldn’t mind staying like this forever.

“H-holy sh-shit...” Pinkamena breathed, trying to giggle through panting breaths.

I could only weakly nod as I waited for my pounding heart to slow.

I felt her shivering slow to a stop as she pressed her hands against my chest and pushed herself up to a sitting position. I opened my eyes and looked at her. She was giving me a weak, somewhat dopey smile. “Th-that... J-just... W-wow...”

“I... I have no words.” I took a deep breath in and let it out slowly. I blinked, then looked at her with a small smile. “I love you.”

She blushed and grinned at that. “I love you too.” She looked down at the mess I’d made and giggled. “We should probably clean up.”

“Good idea. You don’t want to stay sticky and gross. Heh heh.” I chuckled, content in my relaxed state.

Pinkamena let out a few small pained groans as she shakily got to her hooves. The water streaming down her body, with the light of the evening sun silhouetting her from behind, made her the most beautiful person I’d ever seen.

She noticed that I was looking at her and blushed, sheepishly crossing her arms under her chest. “You’re staring.”

“How can I not? You’re beautiful.” I smiled while voicing my thoughts.

Her blush deepened. “Charmer.” She gave me a shy smile. She dropped an arm and held out her other hand. “Time to get you up.”

I reached out a shaky hand and took hers. As she almost effortlessly pulled me to a sitting position and I briefly had to struggle to get my legs and feet under me. Soon enough though, she was supporting me easily with a hand on me spine to keep me from falling. Thankfully the shower head was higher than I was tall and still did a good job of getting both of us thoroughly cleaned off.

We stood together under the falling water, with the rays of the setting sun illuminating us. Pinkamena held me close, hugging me and keeping her hold so I could stay standing.

“This is nice.” She sighed.

“Mmhmm.” I hummed, just happy to be in the moment.

“Wanna just stay like this for a bit?” She asked, resting her head on my arm.

“Sure.” I saighed. “Heh, the silence might get boring though.”

“Well, we could still talk.” Pinkamena glanced up at me.

“Mmmm, true.” I nodded. “What do you want to talk about?”

“Hmmmm.” She tapped her chin in thought. “Did you spend all your time inside when not working? You couldn’t have been entirely a shut in.”

I blinked. Huh, she wanted to know more about me? Cool. “No, I wasn’t a shut in the whole time.” I looked away. “This is going to sound really nerdy.”

Pinkamena turned my head so I was looking at her. She had the most blank look on her face. She spoke in a dry monotone that honestly weirded me out a bit. “Honey, we just came together less than two minutes ago. If we shifted just a few inches we would have actually been fucking. There is nothing that you can do or say that would make me think less of you.”

“You’ve... got a point there.” I took a breath. “So are you familiar with roleplaying games?”

She raised a brow. “I’m not sure. I’ll have to check with my level one-twenty-five Griffon Assassin Archer in the Elder Souls Five: Flyrim.”

“Right... Gamer Mare.” I blushed. “How about pen and paper roleplaying?”

“I played Ogres and Oubliettes in college. I enjoyed it but never could find the right group after that.” She shrugged.

I am loving this mare more and more with everything she says.

“And how about live-action roleplaying?” I felt my stomach clench from nerves.

Pinkamena blinked, then slowly a grin grew on her face. “Nooooo. You Larped? That’s adorable!”

“Eh heh. Yes and no.” I said slowly. “Do you know what Heavy Combat is?”

Her smile faded to a look of confusion. “No, what’s that?”

“Heavy Combat is the buffer older brother of Larping. Heavy Combat involves full gear. As in body armor, shields, and custom built weapons that can hurt, but not maim or wound seriously. Think of it like guard training gear actually.” I explained. “It was all full contact. You get hit in the leg, you can’t use that leg, You get hit in the arm, you lose the arm, and the shield or weapon your holding. You get hit in the head or the heart, you’re dead. It can be pretty brutal, even though most boughts last maybe thirty seconds if the combatants are good enough. Some people were crazy enough not to wear body armor, just so they could be faster.”

“Wait... So you dd the equivalent of guard sparring, for fun?” Pinkamena blinked.

“Yeah.” I nodded.

“How long did you do this for?” She asked. I couldn’t read the look on her face. It was confused, but there was something behind it she was hiding.

“Since I was sixteen.” Stated.

“And how old are you now?” She raised an inquisitive brow.

“Twenty seven.” I said, feeling suddenly old.

“So, you did this Heavy Combat for eleven years?” Pinkamena blinked, looking shocked.

I nodded. “Every thursday. You’d think I’d make some friends, but I think my me-ness either bothered or intimidated people. Because I couldn’t really show that I was hurting if I got hit.”

“That’s sad.” She squeezed me a little tighter. “So, did you have any specialties?”

“Like weapon proficiencies? I guess.” I thought for a moment. “I couldn’t use a shield to save my life. But I was quick on my feet. I was decent with a one-handed weapon. But what I was really good with was staves, polearm-class staves, and two-handed swords. There was a guy who made this really nice claymore out of this faux wood material. Hurt like a bitch to get hit by it, but if I used it... Oh... man... It was a little off balance but it felt great to swing. It whooshed when it swung, which was awesome.”

“Nerd.” Pinkamena giggled and booped my nose. “But seriously though, that’s actually pretty awesome.”

“You know my nerdery makes you hot. Heh heh.” I chuckled and squeezed her playfully.

“You wish.” She rolled her eyes then returned her head to my shoulder.

We stood together, once again lapsing into silence. It was a comfortable silence however.

The sun was just dipping beyond the horizon and the moon was rising in tandem. It would be night soon, but I didn’t particularly care.

Then something hit me. I really didn’t know a thing about Pinkamena.

I needed to remedy that.

“Hey, Pinkamena?” I spoke up.

“Hmmm?” Was her eloquent response.

“I think it’s my turn to ask you some things.” I smiled down at her. “Also we may want to get out of the shower, or at least turn off the water before we get all pruney.”

“You’ve got a good couple of points there.” Pinkamena giggled and briefly let me go to shut the water off. While she did that, I half-limped over to our original spot, now completely clean itself from the water, and slowly sat back down.

When Pinkamena turned back around and saw me I just shrugged. “It’s nicer on the floor. Also, I don’t want to wear out my legs too much.”

“True.” She nodded and walked over to join me. She slid down next to me on my left and intertwined her left hand with my right. “So, what do you want to know?”

“Well, how old are you?” I started simple.

“Twenty eight.” She nodded with a giggle. “I will answer any question you throw at me.”

“Oh really?” I raised a brow. “How many siblings do you have?”

“Four. I’m the middle between my older sister Maud and the twins Marble and Limestone.” Pinkamena fired off rapidly.

“Good to know. Wait... Marble? Limestone? Does you family have something to do with rocks?” I cocked my head to the side.

“Yep! Our family owns a rock farm!” She chirped.

“Rock... What?” I blinked.

“Oh right! You don’t have those where you’re from!” She facepalms with a slight giggle then looks back at me. “Since Our world is magical certain things can happen here. Like our world naturally growing magic-rich crystals and geodes among other natural phenomena. My family owns a farm in an area that is steeped in magically rich soil. Unfortunately that leaves the area somewhat barren and grey. I grew up in a place where I was the brightest thing for miles.” She was smiling but I could see the hurt in her eyes.

“Sounds like it was lonely.” My face fell ever so slightly as I put my arm around her and pulled her close.

“If... If I’m being honest it was. I was always different... I wasn’t as strong as my sisters or dad. Mom was a housewife while dad and the rest of us spent the days working the fields, moving geodes from one magic rich field to the next so we could sell them to buyers all over Equestria. I.... I wasn’t happy. Something was missing.... It was like there wasn’t any joy in my life.

“One day, I was in the south field and this massive wave of multicolored light rolled across the sky.” Pinkamena’s face briefly changed to a look of awe and wonder. “It was one of the most beautiful things I’d ever seen... However briefly, my life was filled with color, and light, and life!” Her face fell. “Then it was gone... and I got told to get back to work.” She took a deep shaky breath. “Time passed. I found out I liked baking when I helped mom cook. I didn’t love it, but I enjoyed it. Maud went off to college for a degree in Arcano-Geology. Our little joke was calling it a Rocktorate.” She giggled. “You know Rocktorate instead of Doctorate?”

“Heh heh, I got it.” I smiled and squeezed her a little.

“When I went off to college I was supposed to get a degree in Arcano-Geology like Maud. But I didn’t want to. I wanted more out of life that just rock farming. So I switched careers to cooking. It wasn’t my destiny, but who cares. I liked it and that’s what I graduated with.” Her smile fell again. “However, dad wasn’t happy with my decision. He... He told me....” She began to sniffle.

“Hey... hey. You don’t need to tell me if I don’t want to.” I squeezed her hand and tried to be consoling.

“But... I-I need to get this out... I-I need to say this...” Pinkamena took a breath. “H-he told me I was a disappointment and a weakling. That I was cursed like the rest of mom’s family. That I was a freak that didn’t belong with the rest of the family and if I was going to do something to help the family that I shouldn’t come home at all.” She kept her composure, but tears began to stream from her eyes. “I-it hurt... A lot... But deep down... I knew I was different. Mom had always told me that I was special. That it didn’t matter if I was a blank flank. That not having a Cutie Mark yet only means that I have some great destiny.”

I didn’t have any idea what a Cutie Mark was. But from context I guessed that it was some magical destiny shenanigans that popped up on a pony’s flank when the figured out what they were meant to do. Like some kind of Destiny Tramp Stamp. I could ask about it later. She’s too emotional right now and I don’t want to derail her story.

Pinkamena rubbed her eyes. “A-after college I decided to move to some place far from the farm and my family. Reinvent myself a little so to speak.” She seemed to be calming down a bit. So I moved to Ponyville, the town you showed up in. It’s a pretty exciting place, though it feels like something stupid or weird happens every week. I got a job at the local bakery, and the Cakes, the owners of the bakery even let me board with them in their apartments upstairs. I also became their catering organizer and the local party planner. The second of which can be stressful at times, but enjoyable all the same.

“As to reinventing myself.... I thought that, if I could make everyone else happy by acting nice and happy, and generally fun to be around, then I would become happy because I was making others happy. Maybe I’d even find a stallion through it, someone I could let in and let him know how I really am. There were a couple times where I thought I found the right one, but one just wanted to bed me... and the other didn’t like the real me.”

“Their loss.” I grunted. “They have no idea what they’re missing.” I leaned over and kiss her head.

“You’re sweet.” She smiles weakly. “So... everypony in Ponyville thinks I’m this silly, naive, childish mare who loves to have fun and throw parties. When in reality I’m a mare who screwed herself by acting that way. A mare who goes to sleep every night, lonely. A mare who still doesn’t have a Cutie Mark.”

Pinkamena lapsed into silence.

I couldn’t let her stay this way. Stay in this depression that I knew so well.

“Well... You used to.” I spoke up. She blinked and looked at me. “I think you’re a wonderfully complex mare, who passionately cares for others now matter what they look like. A mare who’s stubborn enough to go up to a Princess and her student and demand to come along to ensure that a new arrival is taken care of. A mare who can see people for who they are, despite outward appearances.” Pinkamena started crying again, though the smile on her face told me they were happy tears. “Pinkamena, I want to know you. All of you. I want to know what makes you happy and what makes you sad. I want to know the beautiful mare I see before me. I want you to know that you’ll never have to sleep alone ever again, for I will always be there with you. And you know what, maybe there’s another reason I’m here. Maybe your great magical destiny involves me, just as my great magical destiny involves you? Maybe there’s some way I help you get your Cutie Mark?” I smiled at her, hoping that I said the right things.

Pinkamena’s face lit up like a Christmas Tree. She snapped her arms up to give me a somewhat bone-crushing hug. Then she leaned over and buried her head in my shoulder. She began to shake, and I felt tears slowly fall onto my chest. I heard her softly murmur one thing over and over as she quietly sobbed.

“Thank you.”